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belong to the great Lord J.K. Rowling! Bow down to her! All of you!
Okay..I'm a little crazy, I know. *giggles*
Thanks to: Menecarkawan. Thank you for being my Beta!
BTW: I FIXED THE LAST CAHPTER'S MISTAKES!
I wasn't going to answer the reviews but merely thank you all, but some people actually asked questions, so, I want to thanks everyone who reviewed and I will answer to the people who actually asked questions! ^_^
Thank you to: Suzaku24, onlyHAUNTED, Reflections0fReality (Thanks for all the ideas! BTW, are you a boy?), Soph 5232 (), Hogwarts Saiyajin, (Yes, I do have an end to the story, but if I need any ideas I'll be sure to ask you. The story shouldn't be more than 30 chapters.), GodessMoonLady, Chelsea, Schoolboy_80 (Thanks so much! I'm really flattered by your compliments. Btw, I take it you're a boy?), Luana Hime, Draconias (Cool name, and thanks for giving a survey answer!),Brittany67, and The Couples Writer
Ok, on with the story:
Chapter Title: ~*~ I've still got it! ~*~
Harry was trying to act as if nothing happened the day before. He was going about the day with a fake smile pasted across his face. It didn't really make me feel very good.
I wondered what that tear meant.
If I didn't find out soon, then I was going to have to ask Professor Dumbledore on this. I may not like the crazy Muggle-loving fool, but this was Harry we were talking about.
For all anyone knew, this could be a seriously fatal thing. I had to find out what this was. It wasn't in any books for sure, or Hermione would have found it by now even if she was going overboard crazy with this whole thing.
She had been sent to Madam Pomfrey for some calming potions and came back cheery. A little too cheery. Apparently, she had been so stressed she had had taken an overdose and was now so calm that it wasn't even calm, but a weird, psychotic peppy.
She now had a lot of energy and was apparently using it all up, sucking Ron's face every second a professor turned around.
But that's off topic. Back to Harry.
He was acting as if nothing happened, and for all everyone knew, nothing had happened. No one could tell with the mask of happiness he had practically glued onto himself, and I began to fear if that mask would be glued on forever, even with me.
When lunch came around, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to find out what the problem was. While Harry excused himself to the lavatory, (and Hermione was sucking at Ron's neck while Ron more then willingly encouraged her) I walked up to Dumbledore.
And no, if you're thinking that everything went silent and people watched with their breaths held, you're wrong. This is a real story I'm trying to tell you here about my past.
No one really even noticed me walk up to Dumbledore.
I put out my hand and curled my finger toward myself, motioning for him to come closer to me. He knelt from the staff table and I whispered to him, "We need to talk."
He nodded and replied with, "Meet me at my office at 8:00 tonight. The password is sugared tarantulas."
I raised an eyebrow in amusement of the odd password but said nothing and walked away with a curt nod.
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I'd left Harry to start up his research on a Potions essay he'd been assigned. He'd been none the wiser that I was going anywhere in particular, as he just mumbled a "yeah, sure. Whatever." As I told him I had to go to a Quidditch meeting. (BTW, I forgot to mention that the Slytherins had already had a match against the Ravenclaws while the Gryffindors had had a match with the Hufflepuffs and the next match was Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw.)
I was now standing in front of the Gargoyle that lead to the Headmaster's office and I whispered, "Sugared Tarantulas."
The gargoyle moved aside and spiraling stairs appeared, now moving higher and higher. I quickly jumped on the 3rd step.
As a doorway came into view, I knocked and came in before waiting for a reply. There was no time for manners and politeness. I had to talk to Dumbledore and get this over with.
Dumbledore smiled at me before asking, "Would you like one?" holding out a jar of what looked like tarantulas moving about everywhere, trying to crawl out of the jar. They were covered in sugar and I suspected these were the Sugared Tarantulas that helped the old Muggle-loving fool come up with his odd password.
"No," I answered, gently pushing his offering hand away. I took a seat and began.
"Let's cut to the chase. I have something I have to tell you, obviously. It concerns Harry."
Dumbledore suddenly turned more serious.
"Yes, I suspected so," he replied.
"Well, then, now that that's settled, let's get to the important matters, shall we? Yesterday" and I began my tale of how Harry felt sorrowful after my mother had departed with me and how he cried and his tear burned a hole through the pillow, although, when I explained it, I added a lot more details and comments, receiving "ahs" and "Hmmms" in between some sentences.
"Well, I do believe I have the answer to your . problem, shall we call it? Well, it's all very simple, or at least, it would be if you knew about Harry's past and how he survived against Voldemort. I suppose I should explain it to you-"
"There's no need." I interrupted. During the time Harry and I had been together, he had explained everything about that to me. And so, I told Dumbledore this.
"Ah well, this does make things easier. Well, as you know, it was his mother's sacrifice that saved him. However, something I suppose I forgot to mention to Harry was that when she sacrificed her life for his, she also left a magical energy of protection inside of him, which comes out whenever he faced Voldemort, which is why, in the end, he was able to defeat him. All though Voldemort is already defeated, that protective magic still lies within him.
"As he was grieving for his parents, he felt many emotions, which is what happened whenever he faced Voldemort, thus far, brining out his magical protection. However, even though he wasn't in danger, he was feeling so many emotions all at once, that his magical protection within him did not know if he was in danger or not.
"Therefore, it prepared itself to unleash itself outside of Harry's body to ward off any evil. The magical protective power was ready to come out in any way, and so, when he shed a tear, it came out through that, and as the tear contained the magical protection, it burned anything it came into contact with, as it would an enemy. The pillow just so happened to be what it came into contact with. It did not, however, burn Mr. Potter because it was to protect him." Dumbledore finished.
"Do you understand?" Dumbledore asked, when he saw my face a bit confused.
"Oh yes. Well, thank you, Professor." I said, and with that, I walked out.
As I walked back to my room, I thought about it and began to laugh to myself. All along, I had thought it would be some endangering, life- threatening matter, when in actuality it was what protected Harry.
How ironic.
It wasn't even all that much of a big deal. Oh just wait until I tell Hermione, I'd thought to myself. Just then, I decided to change my course of direction and head towards Hermione's room.
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As I got to Hermione's room, I saw that stupid girl in the painting again and moaned inwardly. I knocked on the door, ignoring the girl's talking, and hoping that Hermione had not put the silencing charm tonight.
To my fantastic luck, she had indeed forgotten to and opened the door. She didn't look as crazy as during the day, and luckily, the potion Madam Pomfrey had given her had worn off a bit.
I walked in and stated, "You forgot to put the silencing charm."
"Well, lucky for you. Anyway, I was just busy trying to find some more information on Harry's burning tear, calmly, mind you," she added at my disapproving look. And I suddenly noticed all the books scattered across the floor.
"Of course," she continued, "I still haven't found anything. I fell asleep on a book and forgot to put up the spell."
"Well, Hermione dear, I've found the answer for you," I replied with a beaming smile.
Hermione looked as though she wanted to kill me for finding out the solution before her. "Well, tell me then, won't you," she said, through gritted teeth.
I chuckled at her childish behavior and answered, "Well, it was Dumbledorewho knew. I had a meeting with him. It's all quite simple, actually." and I told her about my meeting with Dumbledore.
When I finished she was smiling widely.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked her.
"No wonder I couldn't find it anywhere! That information would probably only be in Harry's prophesy. Not a very important one, though. But of course it wouldn't be in any books! No one is supposed to even know about things like that!"
"Oh," I answered dumbfounded.
"Do you know what this means, Draco?" Hermione asked, about to burst with happiness.
I swear, what she yelled out into her room that night must have awoken the dead. "I'VE STILL GOT IT!"
A/N: I am so sorry that this chapter took so long. I've been a bit busy, lately. But with Thanksgiving break coming up, maybe I can write another chapter soon. BTW, I'm sorry for making the tear thing not so important, but I really didn't want to get into anything serious because I want this to stick to being romance and stuff rather than difficult problems or anything. For that, I would have put this under angst or drama. Anyway, I hope you liked it. Please put kinf reviews. Thank you!
R&R
Thanks to: Menecarkawan. Thank you for being my Beta!
BTW: I FIXED THE LAST CAHPTER'S MISTAKES!
I wasn't going to answer the reviews but merely thank you all, but some people actually asked questions, so, I want to thanks everyone who reviewed and I will answer to the people who actually asked questions! ^_^
Thank you to: Suzaku24, onlyHAUNTED, Reflections0fReality (Thanks for all the ideas! BTW, are you a boy?), Soph 5232 (), Hogwarts Saiyajin, (Yes, I do have an end to the story, but if I need any ideas I'll be sure to ask you. The story shouldn't be more than 30 chapters.), GodessMoonLady, Chelsea, Schoolboy_80 (Thanks so much! I'm really flattered by your compliments. Btw, I take it you're a boy?), Luana Hime, Draconias (Cool name, and thanks for giving a survey answer!),Brittany67, and The Couples Writer
Ok, on with the story:
Chapter Title: ~*~ I've still got it! ~*~
Harry was trying to act as if nothing happened the day before. He was going about the day with a fake smile pasted across his face. It didn't really make me feel very good.
I wondered what that tear meant.
If I didn't find out soon, then I was going to have to ask Professor Dumbledore on this. I may not like the crazy Muggle-loving fool, but this was Harry we were talking about.
For all anyone knew, this could be a seriously fatal thing. I had to find out what this was. It wasn't in any books for sure, or Hermione would have found it by now even if she was going overboard crazy with this whole thing.
She had been sent to Madam Pomfrey for some calming potions and came back cheery. A little too cheery. Apparently, she had been so stressed she had had taken an overdose and was now so calm that it wasn't even calm, but a weird, psychotic peppy.
She now had a lot of energy and was apparently using it all up, sucking Ron's face every second a professor turned around.
But that's off topic. Back to Harry.
He was acting as if nothing happened, and for all everyone knew, nothing had happened. No one could tell with the mask of happiness he had practically glued onto himself, and I began to fear if that mask would be glued on forever, even with me.
When lunch came around, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to find out what the problem was. While Harry excused himself to the lavatory, (and Hermione was sucking at Ron's neck while Ron more then willingly encouraged her) I walked up to Dumbledore.
And no, if you're thinking that everything went silent and people watched with their breaths held, you're wrong. This is a real story I'm trying to tell you here about my past.
No one really even noticed me walk up to Dumbledore.
I put out my hand and curled my finger toward myself, motioning for him to come closer to me. He knelt from the staff table and I whispered to him, "We need to talk."
He nodded and replied with, "Meet me at my office at 8:00 tonight. The password is sugared tarantulas."
I raised an eyebrow in amusement of the odd password but said nothing and walked away with a curt nod.
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I'd left Harry to start up his research on a Potions essay he'd been assigned. He'd been none the wiser that I was going anywhere in particular, as he just mumbled a "yeah, sure. Whatever." As I told him I had to go to a Quidditch meeting. (BTW, I forgot to mention that the Slytherins had already had a match against the Ravenclaws while the Gryffindors had had a match with the Hufflepuffs and the next match was Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw.)
I was now standing in front of the Gargoyle that lead to the Headmaster's office and I whispered, "Sugared Tarantulas."
The gargoyle moved aside and spiraling stairs appeared, now moving higher and higher. I quickly jumped on the 3rd step.
As a doorway came into view, I knocked and came in before waiting for a reply. There was no time for manners and politeness. I had to talk to Dumbledore and get this over with.
Dumbledore smiled at me before asking, "Would you like one?" holding out a jar of what looked like tarantulas moving about everywhere, trying to crawl out of the jar. They were covered in sugar and I suspected these were the Sugared Tarantulas that helped the old Muggle-loving fool come up with his odd password.
"No," I answered, gently pushing his offering hand away. I took a seat and began.
"Let's cut to the chase. I have something I have to tell you, obviously. It concerns Harry."
Dumbledore suddenly turned more serious.
"Yes, I suspected so," he replied.
"Well, then, now that that's settled, let's get to the important matters, shall we? Yesterday" and I began my tale of how Harry felt sorrowful after my mother had departed with me and how he cried and his tear burned a hole through the pillow, although, when I explained it, I added a lot more details and comments, receiving "ahs" and "Hmmms" in between some sentences.
"Well, I do believe I have the answer to your . problem, shall we call it? Well, it's all very simple, or at least, it would be if you knew about Harry's past and how he survived against Voldemort. I suppose I should explain it to you-"
"There's no need." I interrupted. During the time Harry and I had been together, he had explained everything about that to me. And so, I told Dumbledore this.
"Ah well, this does make things easier. Well, as you know, it was his mother's sacrifice that saved him. However, something I suppose I forgot to mention to Harry was that when she sacrificed her life for his, she also left a magical energy of protection inside of him, which comes out whenever he faced Voldemort, which is why, in the end, he was able to defeat him. All though Voldemort is already defeated, that protective magic still lies within him.
"As he was grieving for his parents, he felt many emotions, which is what happened whenever he faced Voldemort, thus far, brining out his magical protection. However, even though he wasn't in danger, he was feeling so many emotions all at once, that his magical protection within him did not know if he was in danger or not.
"Therefore, it prepared itself to unleash itself outside of Harry's body to ward off any evil. The magical protective power was ready to come out in any way, and so, when he shed a tear, it came out through that, and as the tear contained the magical protection, it burned anything it came into contact with, as it would an enemy. The pillow just so happened to be what it came into contact with. It did not, however, burn Mr. Potter because it was to protect him." Dumbledore finished.
"Do you understand?" Dumbledore asked, when he saw my face a bit confused.
"Oh yes. Well, thank you, Professor." I said, and with that, I walked out.
As I walked back to my room, I thought about it and began to laugh to myself. All along, I had thought it would be some endangering, life- threatening matter, when in actuality it was what protected Harry.
How ironic.
It wasn't even all that much of a big deal. Oh just wait until I tell Hermione, I'd thought to myself. Just then, I decided to change my course of direction and head towards Hermione's room.
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As I got to Hermione's room, I saw that stupid girl in the painting again and moaned inwardly. I knocked on the door, ignoring the girl's talking, and hoping that Hermione had not put the silencing charm tonight.
To my fantastic luck, she had indeed forgotten to and opened the door. She didn't look as crazy as during the day, and luckily, the potion Madam Pomfrey had given her had worn off a bit.
I walked in and stated, "You forgot to put the silencing charm."
"Well, lucky for you. Anyway, I was just busy trying to find some more information on Harry's burning tear, calmly, mind you," she added at my disapproving look. And I suddenly noticed all the books scattered across the floor.
"Of course," she continued, "I still haven't found anything. I fell asleep on a book and forgot to put up the spell."
"Well, Hermione dear, I've found the answer for you," I replied with a beaming smile.
Hermione looked as though she wanted to kill me for finding out the solution before her. "Well, tell me then, won't you," she said, through gritted teeth.
I chuckled at her childish behavior and answered, "Well, it was Dumbledorewho knew. I had a meeting with him. It's all quite simple, actually." and I told her about my meeting with Dumbledore.
When I finished she was smiling widely.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked her.
"No wonder I couldn't find it anywhere! That information would probably only be in Harry's prophesy. Not a very important one, though. But of course it wouldn't be in any books! No one is supposed to even know about things like that!"
"Oh," I answered dumbfounded.
"Do you know what this means, Draco?" Hermione asked, about to burst with happiness.
I swear, what she yelled out into her room that night must have awoken the dead. "I'VE STILL GOT IT!"
A/N: I am so sorry that this chapter took so long. I've been a bit busy, lately. But with Thanksgiving break coming up, maybe I can write another chapter soon. BTW, I'm sorry for making the tear thing not so important, but I really didn't want to get into anything serious because I want this to stick to being romance and stuff rather than difficult problems or anything. For that, I would have put this under angst or drama. Anyway, I hope you liked it. Please put kinf reviews. Thank you!
R&R