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Chapter 18: Harry

I was absolutely exhausted. I stripped down into more comfortable clothes, and then collapsed onto my bed. I pulled my blanket over my body to help with the chill emanating from outside.I punched my pillow into a more comfortable shape and curled up, slowly drifting off to sleep. As I descended into sleep, I was greeted by many dreams. I had an incredibly odd dream, of me drowning Snape in my cauldron. It was quite enjoyable and I liked seeing Snape like that. I loathed him, and he loathed me.

I had another weird dream, I was back in the DA room and Cho was accusing me that I had promised her 150 Chocolate Frog Cards, but I had only got 100.

"Cedric got me tons of cards!" She shouted, throwing fistfuls of cards up into the air. She then went on ranting about how he could repay her, then she said something, "Aha! You can give me your Firebolt instead!" I was about to protest that I couldn't as my Firebolt was in Umbridge's office. Then my dream changed.

I was stood in the corner of a dimly lit room. Chairs were seated around a central table. The table itself was made of majestic mahogany. The chairs however, were empty, except for one at the head of a table. A wizard, clad in a black cloak with a snake treading carefully over his arms. He was crooning to it in Parseltongue.

"Nagini. Nagini. Where is your dinner Nagini?" The man crooned. I knew that high-pitched cackle anywhere. Voldemort. My suspicions were confirmed as he pulled down his hood. Voldemort's slit-like eyes pierced the corner where I was hiding. He brandished his wand and stood up. Twirling his wand in his hand, scanning for danger. Voldemort laughed, and lifted his wand. I tried to run, to avoid his curse but just before, a black aura filled the room, and something entered. Something primordial, something powerful. Voldemort spun around.

"Show yourself. Who is there! I am Lord Voldemort! Reveal yourself!" he screamed. The same dark aura filled the room once again, and a woman emerged from the shadows. She was scary, but an eerie aura of beauty surrounded her. She had flowing dark hair, and was also clad in dark clothes. She looked very goth-like, having dark eyeshadow and dark purple lips. Black bracelets adorned her arms, and an amethyst necklace was around her neck. She radiated an aura of power and I cowered further back into a corner. She spoke, and her voice was daint, but tinged with almost, humor. But the humor was shown in a way that was presented as maliciousness.

"I am Eris. I am the goddess of strife and discord. I have a proposition for you, Voldemort." She said. Voldemort's eyes burned with hatred.

"Why should I trust a puny person like you?" he asked. The fire behind Eris' eyes turned up a notch.

"I am a god, puny mortal. You do not want me as an enemy. As for why you could trust me, I can give you information about Hogwarts, and why you can never attack Harry Potter there." This peaked Voldemort's interest. He slowly nodded and replied,

"Go on, Goddess… Why can I never attack Harry Potter at Hogwarts?"

"Beware Tom. All information comes with a price. Are you ready to pay such a price?"

"Yes. I have all the gold I could want. I can satisfy any price." Eris smirked, as if she knew something else, but continued.

"Seven powerful people have joined Hogwarts. Their names are Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, and Leo Valdez. They are demigods, who have faced and destroyed countless beings. They are extremely powerful Greek demigods. With them at Hogwarts, Harry Potter will never be yours." My mind melted. What? Greek demigods? What the? This was way too weird. I would never understand any of this.

"So you claim that the Greek gods exist? I believe you. I sense an aura of power about you. I myself have evaded Hades. He has tortured me with many dreams. But still I evade him. I know the Greek Gods exist. What will I have to do to kill these… demigods?"

"I cannot help you there. There are ancient laws, that I must abide by. I will only give you advice. There are Greek Monsters that exist. The only way to kill these demigods, will be to rally Greek monsters, and use them to kill the demigods. You yourself will find it impossible to kill them. You must rally these greek monsters to your side. That is the only way to kill them, and then Harry Potter will be yours." Voldemort nodded and their conversation turned to whispers. I didn't catch anything else, but my mind was spinning, what? This must be fake.

"Beware Tom Riddle. This information will not come cheap." With that, she melted into the shadows, her eyes flickering around the room, and settling onto my corner.

"Harry Potter will fall this year." Voldemort said. Suddenly, my dream morphed.

My body felt smooth, powerful and flexible. I was gliding between shining metal bars, across dark, cold stone ... I was flat against the floor, sliding along on my belly ... it was dark, yet I could see objects around me, shimmering in strange, vibrant colours ... I was turning my head ... at first glance the corridor was empty ... but no ... a man was sitting on the floor ahead, his chin drooping on to his chest, his outline gleaming in the dark ...

I put out my tongue ... I tasted the man's scent on the air ... he was alive but drowsy ... sitting in front of a door at the end of the corridor ..

I longed to bite the man ... but I must master the impulse ... I had more important work to do ...

But the man was stirring ... a silver Cloak fell from his legs as he jumped to his feet; and I saw his vibrant, blurred outline towering above him, saw a wand withdrawn from a belt ... I had no choice ... I reared high from the floor and struck once, twice, three times, plunging my fangs deeply into the man's flesh, feeling his ribs splinter beneath his jaws, feeling the warm gush of blood ...

The man was yelling in pain ... then he fell silent ... he slumped backwards against the wall ... blood was splattering on to the floor ...

Percy:

Wow. Eris had just visited Voldemort and he now knew our identities. This was extremely bad. Voldemort knew that there were demigods at Hogwarts. He was surely able to endanger the entire school, just to draw us out. Then, my dream shifted. I was seeing a large, unbelievably large snake slithering towards a man. I could trace the snake's voice.

I put out my tongue ... I tasted the man's scent on the air ... he was alive but drowsy ... sitting in front of a door at the end of the corridor ..

"I longed to bite the man ... but I must master the impulse ... I had more important work to do ..."

This snake was clearly creeping me out. I wanted to cry out, warn the man that the snake was attempting to kill. But, my voice didn't work. I was devastated. The man turned around and I recognized his face. It was Mr. Weasley, Ron's dad, who was extremely nice to me, and invited us to his house. Mr. Weasley turned around and the snake struck. His fangs sinking into his chest. Once, twice, three times, the snake struck at Mr. Weasley's chest, blood pouring out. The blood began pooling around his lifeless body and I was woken up suddenly. Jason, Frank and Harry both woke up at the same time as me. Ron was screaming at Harry to wake up. I instantly knew that they all had the same dream as me, we sprung out of bed, and we all ran out of the Gryffindor Common Room, ushered by McGonagall. Harry was bombarded with questions, and McGonagall didn't ask us any, knowing that we were demigods, this would happen to us often, so she resorted to questioning Harry. If Harry had the same dream about us being demigods, he clearly didn't show it.

'It's Ron's dad,' he said, sitting up again. 'He's been attacked by a snake and it's serious, I saw it happen.'

'What do you mean, you saw it happen?' said Professor McGonagall, her dark eyebrows contracting.

'I don't know ... I was asleep and then I was there ...'

'You mean you dreamed this?'

'No!' said Harry angrily 'I was having a dream at first about something completely different, something stupid ... and then this interrupted it. It was real, I didn't imagine it. Mr. Weasley was asleep on the floor and he was attacked by a gigantic snake, there was a load of blood, he collapsed, someone's got to find out where he is ...'

Professor McGonagall was gazing at him through her lopsided spectacles as though horrified at what she was seeing.

'I'm not lying and I'm not mad!' Harry told her, his voice rising to a shout. 'I tell you, I saw it happen!'

'I believe you, Potter,' said Professor McGonagall curtly. 'Put on your dressing gown-we're going to see the Headmaster.'

"Weasley, Jackson, Grace, Zhang. You better come too." After that, we raced to the headmaster's office, and we said the password (Fizzing Whizbee) and the gargoyle sprang to life; and jumped aside, revealing the staircase that lead to the headmaster Though it was now well past midnight there were voices coming from inside the room, a positive babble of them. It sounded as though Dumbledore was entertaining at least a dozen people.

Professor McGonagall rapped three times with the griffin knocker and the voices ceased abruptly as though someone had switched them all off. The door opened of its own accord and Professor McGonagall led the five of us inside.

"—Professor, it was -" Annabeth said. The rest of the demigods, were alreay there. An expression of relief spread across their faces. A silent conversation passed through us.

"Did you have the same dream?"

"Yes."

"Potter, tell the headmaster about it." McGonagall said, clearly nervous that all of us had the same dream.

'I ... well, I was asleep ...' said Harry and, even in his terror and his desperation to make Dumbledore understand, he felt slightly irritated that the Headmaster was not looking at him, but examining his own interlocked fingers. 'But it wasn't an ordinary dream ... it was real ... I saw it happen ...' He took a deep breath, 'Ron's dad-Mr. Weasley-has been attacked by a giant snake.'

The words seemed to reverberate in the air after he had said them, sounding slightly ridiculous, even comic. There was a pause in which Dumbledore leaned back and stared meditatively at the ceiling. Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore, white-faced and shocked.

'How did you see this?' Dumbledore asked quietly, still not looking at Harry.

'Well ... I don't know,' said Harry, rather angrily-what did it matter? 'Inside my head, I suppose-'

'You misunderstand me,' said Dumbledore, still in the same calm tone. 'I mean ... can you remember-er-where you were positioned as you watched this attack happen? Were you perhaps standing beside the victim, or else looking down on the scene from above?'

I was the snake,' he said. 'I saw it all from the snake's point of view.'

We all looked stunned by this revelation, all of us, I assumed had seen it from the point of view of a bystander, looking upon the scene from the side. But Harry, Harry had seen it from the snake's Point of View. Did that mean what I thought it meant?

Nobody else spoke for a moment, then Dumbledore, now looking at Ron who was still whey-faced, asked in a new and sharper voice, 'Is Arthur seriously injured?' Harry nodded,

But Dumbledore stood up, so quickly it made Harry jump, and addressed one of the old portraits hanging very near the ceiling. 'Everard?' he said sharply. 'And you too, Dilys!'

A sallow-faced wizard with a short black fringe and an elderly witch with long silver ringlets in the frame beside him, both of whom seemed to have been in the deepest of sleeps, opened their eyes immediately.

'You were listening?' said Dumbledore.

The wizard nodded; the witch said, 'Naturally.'

'The man has red hair and glasses,' said Dumbledore. 'Everard, you will need to raise the alarm, make sure he is found by the right people-'

Both nodded and moved sideways out of their frames, but instead of emerging in neighbouring pictures (as usually happened at Hogwarts) neither reappeared. One frames now contained nothing but a backdrop of dark curtain, the other a handsome leather armchair. We were then teleported to Grimmauld Place, where the rest of the Weasley's soon followed, their faces pale and void of colour. They were obviously shocked that something like this would happen to their dad. We all soon nodded off. Sick with worry about Mr. Weasley. We soon went to St. Mungo's to visit Mr. Weasley, and we were told that he would make a full recovery.

Harry had remained distant from us, possibly due to the fact that the Order assumed that he was being possessed by Lord Voldemort. Encouraged, due to the fact that Mr. Weasley would make a full recovery, everyone seemed much more cheerful over the duration of the holidays. However, the only dampening was just that the seven of us, and even Harry I presumed were constantly plagued with nightmares of Voldemort recruiting monsters. We continually spied on Harry, to make sure he didn't do anything off the books. I just turned the corner when I heard Mrs. Weasley's voice.

'Professor Snape, dear. In the kitchen. He'd like a word.'

Harry's mouth fell open in horror. He looked around at Ron, Hermione and Ginny, all of whom were gaping back at him. Crookshanks, whom Hermione had been restraining with difficulty for the past quarter of an hour, leapt gleefully on to the board and set the pieces running for cover, squealing at the top of their voices.

'Snape?' said Harry blankly.

'Professor Snape, dear,' said Mrs. Weasley reprovingly. 'Now come on, quickly, he says he can't stay long.'

'What's he want with you?' said Ron, looking unnerved as Mrs. Weasley withdrew from the room. 'You haven't done anything, have you?'

'No!' said Harry indignantly, racking his brains to think what he could have done that would make Snape pursue him to Grimmauld Place. Had his last piece of homework perhaps earned a 'T'?

A minute or two later, he pushed open the kitchen door to find Sirius and Snape both seated at the long kitchen table, glaring in opposite directions. The silence between them was heavy with mutual dislike. A letter lay open on the table in front of Sirius.

'Er,' said Harry, to announce his presence.

Snape looked around at him, his face framed between curtains of greasy black hair.

'Sit down, Potter.'

'You know,' said Sirius loudly, leaning back on his rear chair legs and speaking to the ceiling, 'I think I'd prefer it if you didn't give orders here, Snape. It's my house, you see.'

An ugly flush suffused Snape's pallid face. Harry sat down in a chair beside Sirius, facing Snape across the table.

'I was supposed to see you alone, Potter,' said Snape, the familiar sneer curling his mouth, 'but Black-'

'I'm his godfather,' said Sirius, louder than ever.

'I am here on Dumbledore's orders.' said Snape, whose voice, by contrast, was becoming more and more quietly waspish, 'but by all means stay, Black, I know you like to feel ... involved.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' said Sirius, letting his chair fall back on to all four legs with a loud bang.

'Merely that I am sure you must feel-ah-frustrated by the fact that you can do nothing useful,' Snape laid a delicate stress on the word, 'for the Order.'

It was Sirius's turn to flush. Snape's lip curled in triumph as he turned to Harry.

'The Headmaster has sent me to tell you, Potter, that it is his wish for you to study Occlumency this term.'

'Study what?' said Harry blankly.

Snape's sneer became more pronounced.

'Occlumency, Potter. The magical defence of the mind against external penetration. An obscure branch of magic, but a highly useful one.'

Harry's heart began to pump very fast indeed. Defence against external penetration? But he was not being possessed, they had all agreed on that ...

'Why do I have to study Occlu-thing?' he blurted out.

'Because the Headmaster thinks it a good idea,' said Snape smoothly. 'You will receive private lessons once a week, but you will not tell anybody what you are doing, least of all Dolores Umbridge. You understand?'

'Yes,' said Harry. 'Who's going to be teaching me?'

Snape raised an eyebrow.

'I am,' he said.

Harry had the horrible sensation that his insides were melting.

Extra lessons with Snape-what on earth had he done to deserve this? He looked quickly round at Sirius for support.

'Why can't Dumbledore teach Harry?' asked Sirius aggressively. 'Why you?'

'I suppose because it is a headmaster's privilege to delegate less enjoyable tasks,' said Snape silkily. 'I assure you I did not beg for the job.' He got to his feet. 'I will expect you at six o'clock on Monday evening, Potter. My office. If anybody asks, you are taking remedial Potions. Nobody who has seen you in my classes could deny you need them.'

He turned to leave, his black travelling cloak billowing behind him.

'Wait a moment,' said Sirius, sitting up straighter in his chair.

Snape turned back to face them, sneering.

'I am in rather a hurry, Black. Unlike you, I do not have unlimited leisure time.'

'I'll get to the point, then,' said Sirius, standing up. He was rather taller than Snape who, Harry noticed, balled his fist in the pocket of his cloak over what Harry was sure was the handle of his wand. 'If I hear you're using these Occlumency lessons to give Harry a hard time, you'll have me to answer to.'

'How touching,' Snape sneered. 'But surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father?'

'Yes, I have,' said Sirius proudly.

'Well then, you'll know he's so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him,' Snape said sleekly.

Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode around the table towards Snape, pulling out his wand as he went. Snape whipped out his own. They were squaring up to each other, Sirius looking livid, Snape calculating, his eyes darting from Sirius's wand-tip to his face.

'Sirius!' said Harry loudly, but Sirius appeared not to hear him.

'I've warned you, Snivelus,' said Sirius, his face barely a foot from Snape's, 'I don't care if Dumbledore thinks you've reformed, I know better-'

'Oh, but why don't you tell him so?' whispered Snape. 'Or are you afraid he might not take very seriously the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months?'

'Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts, isn't he?'

'Speaking of dogs,' said Snape softly, 'did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognised you last time you risked a little jaunt outside? Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform ... gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't it?'

Sirius raised his wand.

'NO!' Harry yelled, vaulting over the table and trying to get in between them. 'Sirius, don't!'

'Are you calling me a coward?' roared Sirius, trying to push Harry out of the way, but Harry would not budge.

'Why, yes, I suppose I am,' said Snape.

'Harry-get- out-of-it!' snarled Sirius, pushing him aside with his free hand.

(This segment is word for word from the book. I didn't really feel like editing it all out.)

Thankfully, my eavesdropping session was cut short when the entire occupants of the house surged into the kitchen, breaking up the fight.

"CURED COMPLETELY CURED!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. Everyone beamed, congratulating the Weasley's who looked so extremely happy. The rest of the holidays passed in a blur. We were soon returning to Hogwarts, and we slipped back into the usual rhythm of the day, but I was always paranoid. When would Voldemort make his move.

Finally. The true story begins. I can finally be a bit more creative, and don't worry. I have a good plan for this. Thanks for the support. We're closing in on 7K views and I want to see some feedback on this chapter. I spent a while on it. Hope you enjoy it. I also touched on the Occlumency part.

~RedGods