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I jumped out of bed the next morning. During the night I had realized something, I was selfish. Here I was worried about how I felt, when thousands, probably millions were going to be killed. If was to help Harry defeat, and hopefully kill, Voldemort, then there was things to do. Normally, I wouldn't talk about killing someone. I couldn't even kill a roach and I hate the little buggers.
After throwing on my school robes, I grabbed my books and headed towards the common room. Looking around, I saw few people. I quickly approached Neville. "Where's Harry?"
"Down at the Quidditch field. Why?" Ignoring his question, I ran out of the castle. I had just reached the field when the players were coming down from practice. Waving my hands, I yelled to Harry. When he got close enough, I grabbed his arm. "I really need to talk to you. Do you have time?" He barely nodded, before I started to drag him along. "It needs to be private."
"What's wrong?" he asked when we reached the lake. I sat down and he followed. I pulled out a roll and handed it to him. I knew it would take a long time to tell him everything, so I grabbed some breakfast on the way out. "Are you felling better. Hermione and the others said that you were sick."
"I'm fine. I wasn't sick, I just had a revelation," I said as I pulled out the other bits of food that I had brought along.
"So what's the matter?"
"I know where you will defeat Voldemort." I said it the only way I could: bluntly. I had to pat Harry's back until he stopped chocking.
"What...What are you talking about?"
"Do you remember when I said that my uncle was teaching me so that I could protect myself?" At his nod, I continued, "Well, yesterday night, I had a dream. I was about four years old and my mother was showing me this room..." I went on and finished telling him about my dream. I left out one important fact- Wormtail.
"Dumbledore talked to me yesterday. He said that I was the chosen one and that I was to help defeat Voldemort. That's why I was taught how to defend myself."
"Well, where are we going to defeat him?"
I tried to avoid looking at him, "I don't know exactly where."
"But... you just said..."
"I know where, but it's locked up inside me. Supposedly I'll know it when the time is right. At least that's what my mother and Dumbledore said. I still can't believe they hid it from me." I looked at Harry and could tell that he was as frustrated as me.
"Okay, we just need to work together on Defense stuff. It's a good thing that we have the DA classes. I got to get ready for class." Harry jumped up and left before I could say anything. During my night of self- misery, I had also come to another conclusion. My mother was right. I had to stop being apart of the DA classes.
***
The day passed pretty quickly, and before I knew it, dinner was being served. I ate very little and talked even less. I didn't have an appetite and I didn't have anything to say. Whenever someone asked me a question, I'd give them a nonverbal signal that I had heard them, but I wouldn't say anything.
Getting tired of pushing my food around my plate, I stood up and exited the Great Hall. I let my feet lead me and soon discovered that I was heading towards the dungeons. Looking at me watch, I noticed that I had been wondering around for an hour. Maybe my uncle would be done with dinner by now. I started to quicken my pace, but stopped when I heard a noise.
I sounded like scurrying footsteps. /It's just a mouse,/ I thought. After all, I was in the dungeons. The sound began to fade and I continued my trek to my uncle's office. Again, the sound picked up. It was almost like I was being followed. Quickly turning around, I saw a mouse dart into a classroom.
Something was wrong. Instead of being fat, like all the other mice of Hogwarts, this one was sickly and thin. /WORMTAIL? My mind shouted. Quickly I summoned a jar and entered the room. I closed the door behind me, and blocked it with my robe. I looked all around, but saw no signs of him. I was about to give up, when I heard the door open.
"NOO, DON'T!" I yelled. I could see Wormtail running towards the door. "Catch that mouse!" I threw the jar at my uncle, who barely caught it before it hit his head. Within seconds, the mouse was in the jar and the lid was closed.
"Now, why do we have this mouse in a jar?" Snape asked me as I gathered my robe.
"That mouse is Wormtail, and he has been spying on me and you."
"What do you mean?" my uncle called after me. I had already left the room and was heading towards Dumbledore's office. I knew I would have to tell Dumbledore, so why repeat the story? "Come on and I'll explain."
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I jumped out of bed the next morning. During the night I had realized something, I was selfish. Here I was worried about how I felt, when thousands, probably millions were going to be killed. If was to help Harry defeat, and hopefully kill, Voldemort, then there was things to do. Normally, I wouldn't talk about killing someone. I couldn't even kill a roach and I hate the little buggers.
After throwing on my school robes, I grabbed my books and headed towards the common room. Looking around, I saw few people. I quickly approached Neville. "Where's Harry?"
"Down at the Quidditch field. Why?" Ignoring his question, I ran out of the castle. I had just reached the field when the players were coming down from practice. Waving my hands, I yelled to Harry. When he got close enough, I grabbed his arm. "I really need to talk to you. Do you have time?" He barely nodded, before I started to drag him along. "It needs to be private."
"What's wrong?" he asked when we reached the lake. I sat down and he followed. I pulled out a roll and handed it to him. I knew it would take a long time to tell him everything, so I grabbed some breakfast on the way out. "Are you felling better. Hermione and the others said that you were sick."
"I'm fine. I wasn't sick, I just had a revelation," I said as I pulled out the other bits of food that I had brought along.
"So what's the matter?"
"I know where you will defeat Voldemort." I said it the only way I could: bluntly. I had to pat Harry's back until he stopped chocking.
"What...What are you talking about?"
"Do you remember when I said that my uncle was teaching me so that I could protect myself?" At his nod, I continued, "Well, yesterday night, I had a dream. I was about four years old and my mother was showing me this room..." I went on and finished telling him about my dream. I left out one important fact- Wormtail.
"Dumbledore talked to me yesterday. He said that I was the chosen one and that I was to help defeat Voldemort. That's why I was taught how to defend myself."
"Well, where are we going to defeat him?"
I tried to avoid looking at him, "I don't know exactly where."
"But... you just said..."
"I know where, but it's locked up inside me. Supposedly I'll know it when the time is right. At least that's what my mother and Dumbledore said. I still can't believe they hid it from me." I looked at Harry and could tell that he was as frustrated as me.
"Okay, we just need to work together on Defense stuff. It's a good thing that we have the DA classes. I got to get ready for class." Harry jumped up and left before I could say anything. During my night of self- misery, I had also come to another conclusion. My mother was right. I had to stop being apart of the DA classes.
***
The day passed pretty quickly, and before I knew it, dinner was being served. I ate very little and talked even less. I didn't have an appetite and I didn't have anything to say. Whenever someone asked me a question, I'd give them a nonverbal signal that I had heard them, but I wouldn't say anything.
Getting tired of pushing my food around my plate, I stood up and exited the Great Hall. I let my feet lead me and soon discovered that I was heading towards the dungeons. Looking at me watch, I noticed that I had been wondering around for an hour. Maybe my uncle would be done with dinner by now. I started to quicken my pace, but stopped when I heard a noise.
I sounded like scurrying footsteps. /It's just a mouse,/ I thought. After all, I was in the dungeons. The sound began to fade and I continued my trek to my uncle's office. Again, the sound picked up. It was almost like I was being followed. Quickly turning around, I saw a mouse dart into a classroom.
Something was wrong. Instead of being fat, like all the other mice of Hogwarts, this one was sickly and thin. /WORMTAIL? My mind shouted. Quickly I summoned a jar and entered the room. I closed the door behind me, and blocked it with my robe. I looked all around, but saw no signs of him. I was about to give up, when I heard the door open.
"NOO, DON'T!" I yelled. I could see Wormtail running towards the door. "Catch that mouse!" I threw the jar at my uncle, who barely caught it before it hit his head. Within seconds, the mouse was in the jar and the lid was closed.
"Now, why do we have this mouse in a jar?" Snape asked me as I gathered my robe.
"That mouse is Wormtail, and he has been spying on me and you."
"What do you mean?" my uncle called after me. I had already left the room and was heading towards Dumbledore's office. I knew I would have to tell Dumbledore, so why repeat the story? "Come on and I'll explain."
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