Malfoy Mansion
"So, Harry, are you cutting the crap and finally telling us what happened to you?" Ginny whispers. She's lulling Aria. Draco is at the Ministry, working, but he should be back soon. Harry's position as Auror is still on the line. He hasn't been readmitted yet. Two weeks after his return.
He's been avoiding a conversation alone with Ginny, because he knew she was going to ask something like that. But she fooled him, she said she was in desperate need of help with the kids and her mother couldn't help, so he went over… but there was no crisis whatsoever. He sighs and before he can say anything, Ron apparates in front of them.
"Oh, good. Did you ask him already?" Ron asks Ginny. She nods and Harry rolls his eyes.
"There's nothing to tell. You already know everything."
They ignore his answer, Ron taking Aria from Ginny's arms and rocking her. "She loves uncle Ron, doesn't she? Yes, she does."
"Look, Harry," Ginny turns to him, her eyes blazing. "I can't stand this anymore. I know you're lying." She stares intensively at him, as if trying to read the lie written on his forehead. "And I know Hermione is hiding something from us too." Harry raises his eyebrow at that.
He didn't see her again since she left his house the night he returned. He's been busy on his travels with Athena looking for prophecies and Hermione's been working like crazy, at least that's what he heard. Everyday he sends a letter to his daughters and they answer with enthusiasm. Things are slowly going back to normal, as if he wasn't held captive for six months. Right.
"Ginny, I know nothing about Hermione, but I can guarantee that I'm not lying!"
She scoffs.
"She's asleep. I'll be right back." Ron says and exits the living room, taking Aria to her crib.
"Harry. You want me to believe that you were tortured everyday for six months and came back looking even healthier and stronger than before? How gullible do you think I am? Or anyone for that matter? There's a reason why the Ministry hasn't readmitted you! They know you're keeping something from them!"
"It's Jack's choice. He's the Head, he's the one that decides if I should go back or not."
"I hate him."
"I'm right there with you."
"Harry, we think he was the one responsible for the invasion at the Burrow that night." He frowns. It crossed his mind but he didn't think his friends would think the same.
"We?"
"Me, Draco, Ron, Luna, everyone."
"Hermione doesn't?" He can't keep his curiosity away. She must really love him.
Ron comes back and answers for Ginny. "When it happened she was inclined to believe that he was responsible. The next day she even called off the wedding. But then, no one could prove him guilty of lowering the wards and a week later she got back together with him. Ring and all." Ron shrugs.
"Benefit of the doubt, my ass." Ginny mumbles.
"She's free to be with whoever she wants, Ginny…" Harry warns her.
"Oh come on, Harry! Enough of this, you two keep dancing around the elephant in the room like idiots. You still love her, don't you? You never stopped, Harry! Just go there, confess your love and be done with it!" Ron laughs.
Draco comes inside the room. He seems tired and angry. "Harry, I thought I might find you here." He kisses Ginny and acknowledges Ron. He sighs before saying, "What are you doing almost every night, Potter? You disappear in the middle of the night and is back home at 7am! Head Auror Jerk was having a fit just now. You know they're monitoring the house…"
"I have things to do, nothing that concern him or anyone else."
Draco squints. "Oh, really? If you don't go there tomorrow and tell him what you're doing, they're going to dismiss you. Permanently. They suspect you! And right now I'm not even sure I can trust you! What are you hiding from us?"
Harry gets up from the comfortable chair. Hands inside his pockets. "If after so many years you still don't know me," he looks at the three of them, "there's nothing I can do. And you know what? If he wants to dismiss me, let him. I don't care. You know I never had to work to live, I do it because I like it. But if everyone is going to be watching my every step, I don't want it anymore."
"Mate," Ron says, "just tell us what's going on. We want to help, we're on your side."
"I appreciate it, Ron. But there are no sides here, the same way there's nothing to tell." He heads to a large French window, ready to leave. Draco's words the last thing he hears:
"And what about me wanting my partner back? Doesn't that count for something?"
Potter Manor
He grabs his wand, ready to leave. Athena should be landing outside in a few minutes and he wants to be over with it as soon as possible. This day can't get any worse. He feels bad about lying to his friends. He feels terrible that they know he's lying, that they find it hard to trust him, to trust his actions and decisions. Of course he doesn't want to be dismissed from the Ministry. He loves being an Auror, but apparently Hermione's fiance already made the decision, he's being told tomorrow and as much as it sucks, there's nothing he can do right now to stop it.
Like always his mind is on Hermione. He can't stop thinking about what she said: that she wasn't shutting him out on their connection, that she thought he was the one doing it. Someone did that to us. He wishes he knew how to set things back to normal, how to reconnect with her. But every time she seems further away. I wish I knew how to bring her back to me. But secrets and threats keep coming between them.
Athena is indeed already outside when he stops by the tree. It's very windy. The eagle beaks his hand when he retrieves the piece of paper from her talon. "Hey, don't do that. What's wrong? Having a bad day? Mine is worse, I can guarantee." Athena opens her enormous wings and screeches. "Yeah, that idiot Hermione is marrying is dismissing me formally tomorrow." Athena flaps her wings. "I know, right? But it's his decision." Harry sighs and reads the message. It's just like the one that came on the first day he was back.
He extends his arm for Athena to land. Activating the portkey next, they're gone.
An abandoned library, unknown region
Harry lands smoothly on the floor. I'm getting better at this. He can't recognize the place and Athena is already taking flight to scan the surroundings, to make sure that it's safe for Harry to be there, for him to do what he needs to. He takes out his wand. The place was probably a castle. But now it's just ruins and deterioration. However, the disposition of the room he's in is clear. A library. Shelves and shelves with burned books go from the floor to the ceiling. A ceiling that has only half of it. He sees Athena flying way above.
He walks around. He can't imagine what a prophecy would be doing in a place like this. Did someone bring it over here to get rid of it? This spikes his interest. After months of doing this he realized that the prophecies found in abandoned locations are the ones really worth it, the ones that its subjects usually don't accept, a glimpse in the future they want to forget about.
Athena comes back and lands on a big shelf, screeching twice. The signal to tell him everything is fine. He raises his wand to the sky and utters a spell to brighten the place.
"Okay, partner. I'm doing my thing now."
He sits in the middle of the room, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. That's why Athena is there. The moment Harry goes under to concentrate on the magic and find the prophecy, Athena is his eyes and consciousness. She saved him a few times already. Alerting him and even scaring off a few enemies. The others. He takes a deep breath.
The natural sound of the night around him is muffled, he can't hear or smell anything. All his senses focused on finding the hidden traces of magic on the place. He got better, so much better, at this. He can see, inside his mind, the history of the place. Everything regenerates, the library comes back to life, books fly to the new shelves, chairs and tables come back to its place. A lit fireplace. Big, clean and beautiful windows bring natural light to the space. The castle was always magical, always home to wizards and witches, home to those capable of wielding a wand and also practicing spells without it.
He can see them. All of them, coming and going, living and dying. Arguing and loving each other. Life. The eternal cycle. All is happening fast inside his mind, for years and years nothing catches his attention. He sees the scenario changing a bit according to the passage of time. Then a man. He stops the image inside his mind. The man is looking at the fireplace, an object in his hand. Harry recognizes the orb. Now, slowly he follows the man's actions and movements. He comes and go. Every time the orb is in his hand while he stares at the fireplace. Harry gathers the prophecy isn't about him, it would be pointless now after so many years, but it probably talks about the man's family, about his descendants in history. A disgrace in the family.
The man threatens to throw the orb in the fireplace everyday. But he never does it. Then, flames. All over. Consuming the place, destroying everything, taking down the beauty of it all. He thinks he already knows where the orb is, but before he can be sure, a strong pull on his shoulder jolts him out of it. Opening his eyes and coming back to reality he sees Athena wildly beating her wings at two hooded figures. They're coming for him. He looks up. It's almost dawn. He looks sideways to the fireplace. It's buried under it. He can sense it.
Harry protects himself and Athena by conjuring a thick wall of protective spells in the middle of the room, separating them from the others. He runs to the fireplace, hoping that they make out of there before the hooded figures breach the wall. He just needs to grab the orb, grab Athena and activate the Portkey again. Athena is flying erratically above his head, screeching.
"I know, I know!" He tries being faster. He can't accio the orb, it doesn't work like that. He performs a digging spell around the fireplace. He's sweating like crazy. Doing what he just did takes a lot of him and the wall that's keeping the hooded figures occupied is also demanding. Come on, come on. He watches the dirt and stones digging themselves out. Athena lands on his shoulder, watching with him. "If they get through I don't think I'm strong enough to fight them, but you have to grab the orb and flee, regardless. Do you understand?" The eagle lightly beaks his hair, one enormous wing hitting Harry on the head. "Okay, I know. Partners till the end."
He's glad Athena prefers staying with him and fighting than helping the cause. It means that their partnership is more important to her. A hole on his protective wall makes him turn his head briefly. Just one of the hooded figures is there. "Athena, go find the other one and come back as fast as you can." She flies away.
"There." He whispers. The orb is shining. At least 35 feet under. Stopping the digging spell he levitates the orb towards him, closing his hand around it.
And it all happens in a flash.
The other one comes from above, landing by his side, trying to take the orb from his hand. Athena cuts the sky like a comet, grabbing the enemy by the shoulder with her strong talons. She throws him to the other side of the room with uncanny force. Harry reaches for her at the same time that the wall falls, the hooded figure raises a wand in his direction, the spell ready. He's fast as he activates the Portkey, but the spell hits them nonetheless.
Potter Manor
They hit the floor strong and Harry grunts. Athena slides away from him, unconscious. The orb is inside his pocket, but he can't worry about it now, there's a nasty gash on his left side. Consequence of the explosive spell the hooded figure sent their way. He crawls to Athena. The wound bleeding and hurting like hell. Please, don't be dead. He gets closer and notices that his partner's chest still rises and falls and there's no apparent wound. He lets out a sigh of relief.
Sitting by Athena's side, waiting for her to come to her senses, he lifts his shirt to look at his wound. Shit, it doesn't look good. He yells to the ceiling out of pure frustration. He can't heal it magically, that's the problem with the damage you suffer in the hands of the Agents. You have to heal naturally. No potion, spell or magic that he knows of is able to take care of it. He learned it the hard way, six months ago. I'll have to go to the muggle hospital. To get some stitches. He presses his lips together.
In a jolt Athena wakes up, standing on her talons. The eagle is huge, with Harry on the floor sitting by her side like this her head is at the same height as his. She screeches and opens her wings, testing them. Harry grabs the orb. "Go Athena, take it to them. I have to get to the fucking hospital."
It's morning already. "And later get dismissed from my job, what a joy." He scoffs. Athena again beaks him lightly, pressing her huge head against his. He smiles. "Go, go, I'll be fine."
She flies away and he gets up, swearing.
Unknown place
Six months ago
The three hooded figures in front of him seize and drag him to the center of the room again. The old spell that was keeping him tied up is casted again. One of them punches his stomach and Harry spits out blood, all his chest wounds opening up, bleeding. He can't reach Hermione, she's not there anymore. But she said they're coming for him, right? So they should be there soon, he just needs to resist a little more.
Another punch. The pain is blinding.
"That's for you to learn that there's no escaping us, Potter. And that's no rescuing also." A cold laugh invades the place. "But I'm feeling generous, so no more cruciatus for now. Just a few punches here and there, a lot of pain. Don't worry, we're not letting you die."
Another laugh and successive punches, on his jaw, on his stomach, on his kidneys. He can't take it, he's drained. Harry faints.
A bucket of extremely cold water hitting his face wakes him. He gasps, coughing. "About time! You've been sleeping for days! I was afraid you might be dead!" There's four of them inside the room. It's a bit brighter than usual. He can see they're wearing hooded cloaks. He hurts all over. "So, we've stitched you up, Potter. Be glad, you're slowly healing. That means you're ready to take a little more!" He hears them laughing. "But before we begin, I have to ask."
The hooded figure, that Harry can tell is a man by his voice, steps forward, he's holding a long and thick stick. "Are you going to tell us where the prophecy is, Potter?"
"It will be easier if you just kill me now. I won't tell you anything, no matter how many times you ask me."
"Yeah, right, we'll see. Turn him around."
Harry won't give them the satisfaction of screaming or showing any sigh of weakness. It hurts so much that after a while it doesn't hurt anymore, the last thing he's aware is the amount of blood he's losing again.
The next time he wakes up he's alone. They stitched all the wounds on his back. He can feel all the places he was hit with the stick, of every stitch poorly made, of how they left him on a strange position just to hurt more.
He vaguely thinks about how long he's been there. Only after hours he realizes Hermione never came to save him. No one found me. He tries not to, but he can't stop his tears. He thinks about his daughters. They must be worried sick. But he knows Hermione is taking care of them, he knows she's there, alive, even if their connection is dull. His heart knows.
He's too weak to focus on anything, to try any magic or to think about how to escape. This is it. I'm dying here.
Days and days go by, he wakes up, is tortured, beaten up, mentally drained and then he faints. It's his new routine. Everyday they ask him where the prophecy is, and everyday he gives them the same answer. After the first day they never used the cruciatus on him again. If I go mental they really lose the information they want. He thinks about his family every time he opens his eyes and every time before he faints. They barely give him food and water, just enough to keep him going, to keep him alive for more torture.
Then one time, he feels a hand against his shoulder, shaking him awake. He opens his eyes slowly, uncertain. The shape he can see in front of him is one he recognizes. I must be dreaming. He closes his eyes, his head falling, he's not in the mood for dreams, he wants to rest. Another shake.
"Come on, Potter."
He opens his eyes again. It's her voice. "Marga?" He can barely speak.
"Merlin, what have they done to you?"
"Is this a dream?" He can't be sure… He wouldn't be dreaming of Marga.
"I'm taking you out of here." She touches his forehead with her bony hand and he's out again.
Marga's house
Five months ago
It's strange to feel a soft bed under his body, to feel his wounds healing properly, to be able to open his eyes and see and hear the nature, the sun, the ocean. He sits on the bed. He knows the place, Marga's. She was the one that pulled him out of that terrible place. He's grateful, but at the same time, suspicious. How? Why?
She lives in an isolated house on an isolated island. She doesn't like people very much.
She enters the room. Marga is little, wrinkly and proud of her white hair. 'It's what gives me wisdom, Potter'.
"Finally awake. Here, have some food." She puts a tray of food and water on the table near the bed. Harry takes a deep breath. He's famished.
They don't talk for a while, all his energies focused on eating, on hydrating his body. "This is amazing." She brought him fresh fruits and fish. As well as some coconut water.
"Don't talk while you eat like that, Potter."
He even smiles a little and is surprised that he can. He thought that after what he went through he wouldn't be able to smile so soon.
"So," she begins when he finishes eating, "you were asleep for four days. Gave me a little scare."
"How long was I there?"
"A month, give or take." He widens his eyes.
"Is it September already?" He gets up. "My daughters. They're leaving for Hogwarts and-"
"You can't go, Potter."
"What? Why not? Didn't you just rescue me, Marga?"
"I did. But you know that everything has a price."
"I have to go!" He tries walking but he falls to his knees.
"You're too weak, Potter. If you go out there you'll die." She sighs. "I have to tell you a story. I'm the founder and leader of the group that call themselves the Believers."
Harry crawls back to the bed. His heart beating wildly. She raises her hand and her eyes ask for his patience, she'll explain.
"The hooded figures that captured you call themselves the Agents. I know that when you had your first encounter with them, ten years ago, they were using our name, but they were doing it to end our organization, to tarnish our purpose. I would never do that to you, Potter. I would never explode houses or invade the Ministry. The Believers stand for something bigger, we want to get in touch with the foundations of magic, we want to discover what is this electricity that runs through our veins and makes us special, powerful, deserving of this. Prophecies are a branch of magic, a branch that reveals clearly how humans are just vessels. The Believers protect these prophecies, we try getting to the bottom of them to discover how they fit in the bigger picture, to understand how they are capable of changing people's lives."
She stops and stares at him for a while.
"You're the perfect example. It's all a paradox. If Voldemort hadn't heard about the prophecy he wouldn't have come to your house, killed your parents and therefore created the only 'weapon' capable of ending him. You did the same with your prophecy with Granger. And the Agents did it on purpose." She shakes her head. "They were poisoning you, not literally, but suggestively. They have people working for them everywhere. You got so scared of dark wizards finding out about you and Hermione, so you never fully lived your relationship. You got worse when she discovered she was pregnant. Your growing paranoia led you to that first mission, you specifically asked for it, you wanted to go because you were sure that you would find answers there. Why do you think you were the only one capable of performing magic that night? They did it. They wanted things to go that way. They wanted you to find the prophecy. They couldn't be sure what it said, but usually when the subject of a prophecy hears it, he's the one that leads it to its fulfillment. You told me about what it said, remember? On our last day of training, years ago. And I was shocked that you couldn't see how you did exactly what the prophecy wanted. To first separate you from Hermione to reunite you later, to finally be able to happen. Everything that happened this time you were apart is going to lead you to the prophecy, to what it was born to do. To the future it foresaw."
He blinks fast. Is that really what the prophecy says?
"We retrieve prophecies exactly to prevent them from happening. Why do you think there are thousands of prophecies forgotten inside the Department of Mysteries? When people don't know their future they don't mess with it, Potter. The Agents on the other hand… they feed on the fulfillment of prophecies. They gain power with it. They planted the prophecy for you to find. They do that to every prophecy they get their hands on. They want to bring the wizarding world down. Mess with it, play with magic like they're Gods. Gain power. Ascend or whatever those lunatics believe."
"Why do you think they want my prophecy back? That's what they wanted from me."
"I think they want to hear it."
"But they can't, right? Even if I give it to them."
"I'm not sure of what they can and can't anymore, Potter. If they want it, my guess is that they can. Or they simply don't want you to have it anymore, don't want you to mess with it anymore."
"How did you find me?"
"Well." She smiles, her face getting wrinklier. "I'm always watching the enemy, you know that. I know their bases and when I found out you were missing… I sent out my people on missions to observe all their possible locations. It took me a while to find you and when I did, a little longer for me to have the perfect moment to take you out of there."
"Will they come for you?"
"No. They have no idea who I am. No one knows I'm involved with the organization. You know… getting older has its perks. No one cares about the old lady on the island."
"Why can't I go? Marga, please, I need to tell them I'm fine, they must be worried, I can't imagine the girls and Hermione and-"
"Potter. I'm the one saying please to you right now. Don't be stupid. Pretty, please."
"Marga, I can't just-"
"Listen to me. They only got to you because they have someone working on the inside, Potter. Someone close gave them access to that party, allowed them to take you. You don't know who this person is… this is dangerous. The Agents won't let their followers know that they lost you, that you escaped. It would ruin their image of invincibility. If you go out of that door right now and waltz back to your life as if nothing happened…"
"I would be vulnerable."
"Exactly. But if you stay I can teach you how to really control your magic, to understand it, Potter. You would have the upper hand and while the traitor that walks amongst the people you know thinks you're being tortured to death, you're going to be here, learning and enhancing your abilities, both physical and magical. Studying prophecies. Searching for a way to reconnect to Hermione, a way to protect your daughters. When you go back you have to convince them that you know nothing, convince them that you're a victim and only that. It will put their guards down. And then you can watch and observe them, you can find the insider, you can make him lead you to the organization, because believe me, this person will try to and when it happens we'll be able to end them."
Harry runs his hand through his hair, unbelievable. "What exactly do you want from me, Marga?"
She raises from the bed and walks to the door. "You're the most powerful wizard I've met, Potter. You have so much potential. I want you to live it. And I want you to help me, help the organization find the prophecies, keep them away from the Agents. If you agree I will be glad to show you everything. You should rest now."
Ministry of Magic
Everyone keeps welcoming him back and he doesn't have the strength to respond. Harry just nods and gives them a little smile. Sure, it's great to be back, except that I'm not.
He's trying to behave normally, but his stitches are hurting and he took a pill for the pain and now he feels a little dizzy and warm. Almost drunk. He's in his uniform, ready to meet Jack. He wants to hex the man, punch him or something, Harry's sure he's one of the Agents and just to imagine him with Hermione- But I can't act… not yet… I need proof. There's no way he's going to accuse the Head Auror of something terrible and Jack won't find a way out. Harry needs to catch him when he has his guard down.
He can see Jack's office at the end of the corridor. Before Harry gets any closer, the door swings open and Hermione comes out of the room. Her eyes go directly to him. It's the first time he sees her after weeks. She looks tired. She briefly scans him, the same way he does with her. She needs to go past him to get to her floor. Harry swallows hard. He doesn't know what to expect. He walks slowly, delaying the moment. She stops when they're face to face.
"Harry."
"Hermione."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. You?"
"Fine."
He realizes she's not being cold towards him, she just doesn't know what to say, the same way he doesn't. She doesn't want to talk to me if I'm not telling her the truth. She raises her eyebrows at him, almost as if she heard his thoughts.
"Are you meeting Jack?" She asks.
"Yes." He presses his lips together, he doesn't want to say anything else. She sighs and looks down.
"It was good seeing you, Harry. I have to-"
"HARRY!"
He looks over Hermione's shoulder and sees Cho coming in their direction. She was on a mission when he got back, so they hadn't met… yet. She hugs him fiercely and Harry closes his eyes, trying not to grunt from the pain on his left side. She takes her time hugging him. Hermione's still standing there, watching the hug, Harry looks at her and she's looking at him with… concern. It surprises him a little. And then- she saw me flinching and hiding the pain, didn't she? She raises an eyebrow at him. It's almost impossible to hide something from her. Cho releases him and Harry looks at her, smiling.
"I'm so glad you're back. I was so worried. I never stopped looking for you." She caress his cheek with her hand. "I like the beard, sexy." She smiles. "Are you meeting with Jack?" Cho asks and Harry doesn't miss the way Hermione's head sharply turns to the woman. She called him Jack. Are they intimate?
"Yes."
"That's great! Me too." Cho takes his hand and only when she turns she looks at Hermione. They don't greet each other and Hermione starts walking away, giving Harry one last look. He lets Cho drag him to Jack's office. His heart already missing Hermione's presence. He always missed her, ever since the day he left ten years ago, but now… it just seems worse. It's like he needs her near by. He suffered for days after that night in his house, he was dying to go after her, to be with her, but the need eventually waned. But now that he's seen her again… he feels wrong and uneasy. Like the only way for him to be right is with her. But I can't be near her, not hiding the things I'm hiding.
Harry is so lost thinking about Hermione, he doesn't notice Cho talking to Jack at his door. He comes back to reality when Cho tells him that Jack wants to talk to him alone. He sighs and enters the room, closing the door behind him.
Jack is in the middle of the room, arms crossed in front of him, waiting.
"Potter." He sneers. "Tomorrow you'll be reintegrated within the Auror Department." Harry's mouth hangs open a little. What? Jack takes a step closer to him, his posture menacing. "But I want to make a few things clear: I know you manipulated that interrogation." He squints at Harry. "I don't trust you, I want you to have no doubt in your mind that I'll find out what you're up to and when I do, you'll pay according to the wizarding law. I promise you that, Potter."
Harry holds himself not to punch Jack's face. "If you distrust me so much, sir, why reintegrate me?" Harry knows that this is Jack's decision, he's the Head, no one could force him to do it… maybe just the Minister himself, but he's not sure Kingsley would do that for him… after he left England things got a little tense with the Minister.
"It wasn't my decision. Because if it were you would never wear this uniform again."
This is the last straw for Harry. He scoffs at his words. "Well, since you can't get rid of me, sir, I also want you to know that I don't trust you," Harry takes a step forward. They're the same height, but Harry's shoulders are significantly wider than Jack's, so in a way more intimidating. Many retorts go through Harry's mind: I'm also going to find out what you're hiding; You don't fool me; I know you're the one that led the Agents to the Burrow to take me; You could never make Hermione happy the way I can. There's a lot he wants to say, but he refrains himself, he can't know that I suspect him. "But I'm a dedicated Auror and I hope that this kind of bad blood between us won't be an issue." It's what he says. Harry even gives Jack a half smile, provoking the man. Jack turns red from pure anger.
"Sure." He answers between teeth. "I'm glad to hear that, in fact, why wait until tomorrow? Please, can you ask Auror Chang to come in?" He turns his back to Harry and walks to his desk, settling behind it. Harry calls Cho and they both wait for the Head's instructions. Jack sighs. "Well, the wizarding world wants to find out what happened to you, Auror Potter, and since no one in the Department was capable of finding answers," because you were hiding them, right, sir? "I'm going to designate you both to the case, along with Auror Malfoy. Maybe you can all find your Hogwarts' spirits and solve this, right?" He smiles coldly, giving Harry the sensation that he's looking at Voldemort himself. A chill runs down his spine. Jack's decision is a trap. He knows that Harry lied at the interrogation-
He sighs, agreeing with Jack's orders. Cho does the same and they exit the office.
Cho wants to go out for lunch, to catch up, but Harry can't shake a feeling that is taking over him. He tells Cho he's tired and promises that tomorrow he's spending the whole day with her, but now he has something to do. She understands and Harry makes his way up to Hermione's office.
Note: My God, I hate Jack too. And I know you want him gone.
Hold tight for next chapters!