Harry Potter
And the
Silver Bullet Faction
When we last left Harry, our heroes were settling down after their warm welcome to Hogwarts, complete with a chapter peppered with hilarious anecdotes and "selling out" which I promise you no more of. (Who liked the sorting hat rap? Please put it in your review if you do.)
Chapter 4
The Defense Teacher
Harry opened his eyes. He'd just had the most horrible dream. Dark figures, staring at him, leering and laughing. And a thick, dark liquid was rising up to his soles, his ankles, his knees...
He hopped out of his bed and got dressed, then made his way down to the common room, and then to the great hall, where everyone was gathered for breakfast.
Harry sat down by Ron and they were each handed their schedule sheets.
"We've now got Care of Magical creatures at eleven in the morning. And Divination has been moved back to nine. Oh, Defense against the dark arts is at one, I can't wait to meet that new teacher. I wonder if he'll make it the whole year."
"We'll just get a new one next year. In fact, I'll bet you anything he doesn't make it." Harry responded.
"Seriously?" Ron asked him. "How about twenty?"
"Not really. But you never know." Harry reached for the plate of eggs.
"I wish we could skip divination, but it's come in handy. This summer I was able to tell ahead that Fred was going to slip one of their jokes into my soup, so I switched our bowls and his mouth itched for a month with chancre sores." Ron laughed as the morning mail came. Hedwig landed on Harry's shoulder, and he gave her a bit of toast before she flew off to the owelry.
"Well, let's get going." Harry said as he polished off his plate. "What are we going to learn this year in Divination?"
"I was told we're supposed to learn a few newer things, including dream telling. It's a power even a few muggles are able to use, though not as well."
They met up with a small group outside of Professor Trelawny's room, when the trapdoor on the ceiling opened and a long, silver ladder came down. When Harry reached the top, he was immediately overwhelmed by the heat and the strong smell of perfume.
"Welcome, students." Professor Trelawny's mystical voice greeted them. "This year in Divination, you will be learning many newer methods of telling the future. One of them is an art that almost anyone can use, but is best with true seers. Today you will learn of how your inner eye works when you are departed from conscious and the material world."
As always, the whole class (except for Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown) had only, as Ron once had put it, "Half a frickin' clue what the old bat was talking about."
"Now children, before we begin, I would like to give you a little information that is not exactly in my field. A few very special muggles are somewhat susceptible to the future in their dreams. They normally refer to the inner eye as the 'superconscience' and have formulated theories in a muggle sort of magic, known as 'science' that are partially true. I have found this in fact rather interesting that they have been able to scratch the surface of only one of the most complex fields of magic. Now, we will all start by pairing up. You should have had Seeing With Your Eyes Shut on your book list. I want you to start by evaluating each other's dreams. Use the chart in the back of your books to identify what you remember."
"So what did you see last night?" Ron deadpanned.
"Er, can we just pretend to be doing it together? I'd rather not, no offense..."
"Same here. You know."
"Yeah, I do." Harry began to read the book.
* * *
By the end of the class, Harry knew absolutely nothing about his dream except the dark figures either being 'tough trials' or 'enemies'. But where would the warm liquid come from? Maybe the Slytherins were planning to boil him alive or something. Whatever it was, he totally forgot about it when he went to care of magical creatures. It was going to be Hagrid's usual lineup of semi or absolutely lethal creatures. When he reached the hut, he noticed a large paddock composed of four sticks on a base, and in it...
"Yep!" Hagrid clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder from behind. "We'll be learning about Chimera's this month. Interestin' creatures, but tough ter' handle. Don' worry, I trust ye'h." He said to Harry.
"How... how is he staying in there?"
"Strong magical field. Shackler Turnkey. The best brand you can get, usually to hold the strongest creatures."
The Chimera had the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a dragon.
"He's rather young, so he can't breathe fire yet."
"Breath fire?" Ron looked up at Hagrid with a look of worry.
"Don't be afraid. We won't be raising him, they take centuries ter' mature."
"Just what the heck is that ugly thing?" A cold voice drawled behind them. Who else but Draco Malfoy swaggered up behind them.
"Chimeras!" Hagrid said with delight. This seemed odd the way he was talking to Malfoy, but then he added. "And if you think you aren't going to be taking care of it for a grade, think again, because yeh'll fail my class for the year if you don't. That goes for all of yeh'." He directed at all of the Slytherins. Harry found this fair, as Snape was tenfold times more unfair.
The lesson was great. They each took turns petting the Chimera and got it to trust them, even Neville, but excluding Malfoy, when it spit a large wad of slime in his hand.
After that, they walked back up to the castle, and into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Good afternoon." Professor String did not look up from his desk.
"Uh, hi." Ron took his seat. Harry sat down, and watched as several Ravenclaws and Gryffindors entered the room. When everyone had sat down, Professor String stood.
"Aurors." He began. "Zis year ve vill be covering dark demihumans. However, first I would like to know. Who of you in here are related to any Aurors or the like, that have defeated a dark wizard or demihuman?"
Neville mumbled and raised his hand.
"Neville Longbottom?" String looked at him. "I knew you father, Frank. I am sorry about vat happened... ve vere very good friends."
"Y-yeah." Neville mumbled.
"Good man, he vas. Anyvone else?" A few of the kids raised their hands. He talked to each one of them and listened to their stories.
Harry glanced back at Cho, who had her hand down. That would be really impressive if I was related to one of the greatest aurors of all time, he thought.
"Vell, you all do come from an interesting line of Aurors, yes, it seems. But today I vill tell you of the greatest defeats of all time. By a muggle. And ve have von of ze descendants in zis room right now."
"Ze man, Johnathan Harker, ze von who defeated Count Dracula himself. He later had a child, a son, who had a son, which went on for a few generations, until the muggle family bore a young girl who vas a vizard. She married a man named James Potter."
Everyone gasped.
"You know, Harry, I knew your father and mother. After I met you I consulted a Genealogist, who happened to work part time for a group called ze Silver Bullet Faction. And I found out your father vas never lying. He married ze descendant of Harker."
"Well that's something else." Ron said.
"Aunt Petunia never did tell me her maiden name." Harry glanced back at Cho. She gave him a studying look.
"Vell, now ve vill get on vith ze lesson. I vill be teaching you about dark demihumans. Can anyvone tell me a type of dark Demihumans?"
Several of the students raised their hands.
"Miss- er- Hermione?" String looked at a seating chart.
"Dark elves."
"Yes, I remember an encounter vith von. Nasty things. Very powerful. Von nearly killed me. A lot have gone to private dark arts schools. Anything else? Mister er- Weasley?""
"Vampires."
"Ah, yes. The faction told me about some trouble you've had ven I mentioned Harry, yes. Zat is honestly von of ze reasons I vas hired zis year. Remember vat Dumbledore told you! Stay on school grounds zis year, for your own safety. And tell him or I immediately if you see anyzing out of ze ordinary." He told them.
After class, it seemed everyone wanted to hear about Harry's ancestor, Harker. But he knew as little as they did. Even Draco Malfoy was giving him a look, as though part nervous, and part relieved, and part studying. Harry knew all too well. Something is going down this year, and he would probably have something to do with it.
Something moved above him. He looked up.
The ceiling of the dungeon was still. It was probably just peeves, not really concerned at the moment with wreaking havoc or destroying something. (This was rare).
"Harry? Harry?" Ron shook his shoulder. "Are you all right? You were like... in a trance or something."
"What?" Harry glanced back at the ceiling. Nothing was there.
"Oh... sorry." Harry muttered.
"Nothing? Well, let's go get some lunch." Ron turned and bumped straight into Albus Dumbledore.
"Oh, sorry, Professor. I..."
"That is quite all right, Mister Weasley. However, I need to talk to Harry for a moment. Harry, If you will come with me..."
"Yes, sir." Harry followed him to the stone gargoyle several floors above them. Dumbledore cleared his throat and said "Cauldron Cakes"! The gargoyle immediately sprang to life and leapt aside, revealing a passageway.
"Come, Harry, I need to tell you something important." Dumbledore said as they walked up the circular staircase. "Now you must promise me you will tell this to absolutely no one else, and I mean no one."
"Er- Yes sir. I promise."
"Very good." Dumbledore stepped into his office and Harry followed.
"I think it would be easiest if you saw it through the pensieve." Dumbledore said. "It would explain a lot of questions you may have." Dumbledore opened the secret panel in the back of the room.
"All right." Harry said confusedly, and stared into the large bowl.
Immediately his stomach lurched and he felt as if he were falling into the bowl. Suddenly he stopped, and stood up everything black around him.
A light shone in the distance, and began to move toward him faster and faster. Harry wasn't afraid. He knew after last year's experience with the pensieve that this was all a memory, and that nothing could hurt him.
Still, he felt a small knot in his stomach, that kind you get when you are confused but anticipating something. The light came closer and closer, until it passed by him. Then an entire room lit up, one that Harry realized could have held about twenty-five of the Dursley's houses, lengthwise, straight down from one end to the other.
In the distance, a figure appeared. It was easy to spot, wearing something shiny, and the entire room around it was white. Harry realized he was standing on a catwalk near the ceiling. But he turned his attention back to the approaching figure. It came halted about halfway, and began to climb a ladder which, from Harry's point of view, was barely visible.
It climbed up to the same level of the catwalk Harry was at. It came around a corner an Harry saw what it was wearing that was so shiny. It had on a coat of chain mail with the inscription, THE SILVER BULLET FACTION on it. Harry suddenly wondered where Dumbledore was. This was his memory, wasn't it?
No sooner had he though this than the man wearing the armor pulled out a huge knife and lunged at Harry. Harry leapt aside and just caught himself on the catwalk, when he realized the man was attacking something else. He watched as an older man backed away and pulled out his wand, and muttered a few words. The first man fell back as a loud bang sounded, and then rolled off of the catwalk completely, falling almost fifty feet onto his back. Harry took a closer look at the older man, who turned out to be Dumbledore himself, at least fifty years younger.
"What happened?" A voice boomed across the chamber. A taller wizard hurried up to Dumbledore and looked over the edge.
The man was gone. Harry realized.
"Where is he? Where is Garef? He was one of our best men!" The man shouted at Dumbledore.
"One of your best men just tried to kill me." Dumbledore told him. "Garef drank from the goblet. They've offered him immortality."
"I don't believe it. There's got to be a better explanation..."
"There is none. I wish I could offer one, but there...!"
"And you! You're going to be called before the ministry for..."
"BEHIND YOU!" Dumbledore lifted his wand. The man must have not believed it, because he pointed his wand at Dumbledore. But before he could do anything, something shiny protruded through the front of the man's robes. Behind him, Garef lifted his convulsing body on the large knife, and flung him over the edge of the catwalk.
"How dare you..." Dumbledore shuttered with anger.
Garef raised the knife again, and flung it, sailing straight up for Dumbledore's head.
"Reboundus!" Dumbledore shouted, and the knife flew back into Garef's arm, which immediately began to melt away. He growled, grabbed on to his shoulder, and ripped it straight out of the socket without a wince. It melted away in his hand. Dumbledore looked mildly shocked at this.
"Don't go losing any sleep over it, old man." Garef snarled. "It'll be back in a month." And with that, he disappeared.
"Harry? Harry!" He felt himself being pulled away from the scene, and then he stood up.
"Interesting? T'was sad. That man Garef killed, was a very good person. Trusted Garef with his life, which ended up costing him, sadly."
"That's amazing, They can grow limbs back." Harry said absentmindedly.
"Are you sure he was telling the truth?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yeah, because he was the one in my dream, striking the deal with Voldemort." Harry suddenly realized he'd just let a lot slip.
"Was he, now?" Dumbledore replied with interest.
"I... I remembered him, just then."
"Yes, I see. I understand, Harry. Our dreams fade very fast. Maybe you could use a pensieve yourself. Well, Harry, that is all I wanted to show you. But what I want to tell you is, well, Harry, is that Voldemort is cooperating with Garef and his minions to... to basically try and take over Hogwarts. I'd like you to know... for your own good... do not leave Hogwarts grounds, especially after dark, at all this year. Garef is one of the world's most dangerous men. The ministry told me to thank you for all your help and telling us, because your dream was real. But you are in very real danger. They're after you, Harry, and this is about the safest place you can be."
"Er- thanks for telling me."
"Of course. And remember, Harry, tell not a soul what you been told."
"Yes sir." Harry bean to walk out the door, but stopped.
"Sir?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"How did the convention go? About that cure..."
"Very well, actually. We know the goblet is enchanted. If... if we enchanted holy water to be not dangerous to a vampire, they could drink it and return to a curable state. We just need to find out how."
"Great. I... I hope it works out."
"So do I. Now, hurry along to lunch, Harry. They're serving a great seafood today."
"Yes, sir." Harry made his way down the winding steps. A moment later he joined Ron in the great hall, and sat down for lunch.
"So what did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Ron asked.
"Nothing important." Harry said. Not a soul, he thought, even though he was dying to tell someone.
"Oh, come on, Harry. You can tell me."
"It's nothing, ron. Now pass me the mashed potatoes. I'm starving."
So, what exactly is in store for Harry? Will there be an assault on Hogwarts? And What about Ron's parents? And bill and Charlie? Are the vampires only following Harry? Find out in the next thrilling chapter of Harry Potter and the Silver Bullet Faction!
And the
Silver Bullet Faction
When we last left Harry, our heroes were settling down after their warm welcome to Hogwarts, complete with a chapter peppered with hilarious anecdotes and "selling out" which I promise you no more of. (Who liked the sorting hat rap? Please put it in your review if you do.)
Chapter 4
The Defense Teacher
Harry opened his eyes. He'd just had the most horrible dream. Dark figures, staring at him, leering and laughing. And a thick, dark liquid was rising up to his soles, his ankles, his knees...
He hopped out of his bed and got dressed, then made his way down to the common room, and then to the great hall, where everyone was gathered for breakfast.
Harry sat down by Ron and they were each handed their schedule sheets.
"We've now got Care of Magical creatures at eleven in the morning. And Divination has been moved back to nine. Oh, Defense against the dark arts is at one, I can't wait to meet that new teacher. I wonder if he'll make it the whole year."
"We'll just get a new one next year. In fact, I'll bet you anything he doesn't make it." Harry responded.
"Seriously?" Ron asked him. "How about twenty?"
"Not really. But you never know." Harry reached for the plate of eggs.
"I wish we could skip divination, but it's come in handy. This summer I was able to tell ahead that Fred was going to slip one of their jokes into my soup, so I switched our bowls and his mouth itched for a month with chancre sores." Ron laughed as the morning mail came. Hedwig landed on Harry's shoulder, and he gave her a bit of toast before she flew off to the owelry.
"Well, let's get going." Harry said as he polished off his plate. "What are we going to learn this year in Divination?"
"I was told we're supposed to learn a few newer things, including dream telling. It's a power even a few muggles are able to use, though not as well."
They met up with a small group outside of Professor Trelawny's room, when the trapdoor on the ceiling opened and a long, silver ladder came down. When Harry reached the top, he was immediately overwhelmed by the heat and the strong smell of perfume.
"Welcome, students." Professor Trelawny's mystical voice greeted them. "This year in Divination, you will be learning many newer methods of telling the future. One of them is an art that almost anyone can use, but is best with true seers. Today you will learn of how your inner eye works when you are departed from conscious and the material world."
As always, the whole class (except for Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown) had only, as Ron once had put it, "Half a frickin' clue what the old bat was talking about."
"Now children, before we begin, I would like to give you a little information that is not exactly in my field. A few very special muggles are somewhat susceptible to the future in their dreams. They normally refer to the inner eye as the 'superconscience' and have formulated theories in a muggle sort of magic, known as 'science' that are partially true. I have found this in fact rather interesting that they have been able to scratch the surface of only one of the most complex fields of magic. Now, we will all start by pairing up. You should have had Seeing With Your Eyes Shut on your book list. I want you to start by evaluating each other's dreams. Use the chart in the back of your books to identify what you remember."
"So what did you see last night?" Ron deadpanned.
"Er, can we just pretend to be doing it together? I'd rather not, no offense..."
"Same here. You know."
"Yeah, I do." Harry began to read the book.
* * *
By the end of the class, Harry knew absolutely nothing about his dream except the dark figures either being 'tough trials' or 'enemies'. But where would the warm liquid come from? Maybe the Slytherins were planning to boil him alive or something. Whatever it was, he totally forgot about it when he went to care of magical creatures. It was going to be Hagrid's usual lineup of semi or absolutely lethal creatures. When he reached the hut, he noticed a large paddock composed of four sticks on a base, and in it...
"Yep!" Hagrid clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder from behind. "We'll be learning about Chimera's this month. Interestin' creatures, but tough ter' handle. Don' worry, I trust ye'h." He said to Harry.
"How... how is he staying in there?"
"Strong magical field. Shackler Turnkey. The best brand you can get, usually to hold the strongest creatures."
The Chimera had the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a dragon.
"He's rather young, so he can't breathe fire yet."
"Breath fire?" Ron looked up at Hagrid with a look of worry.
"Don't be afraid. We won't be raising him, they take centuries ter' mature."
"Just what the heck is that ugly thing?" A cold voice drawled behind them. Who else but Draco Malfoy swaggered up behind them.
"Chimeras!" Hagrid said with delight. This seemed odd the way he was talking to Malfoy, but then he added. "And if you think you aren't going to be taking care of it for a grade, think again, because yeh'll fail my class for the year if you don't. That goes for all of yeh'." He directed at all of the Slytherins. Harry found this fair, as Snape was tenfold times more unfair.
The lesson was great. They each took turns petting the Chimera and got it to trust them, even Neville, but excluding Malfoy, when it spit a large wad of slime in his hand.
After that, they walked back up to the castle, and into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Good afternoon." Professor String did not look up from his desk.
"Uh, hi." Ron took his seat. Harry sat down, and watched as several Ravenclaws and Gryffindors entered the room. When everyone had sat down, Professor String stood.
"Aurors." He began. "Zis year ve vill be covering dark demihumans. However, first I would like to know. Who of you in here are related to any Aurors or the like, that have defeated a dark wizard or demihuman?"
Neville mumbled and raised his hand.
"Neville Longbottom?" String looked at him. "I knew you father, Frank. I am sorry about vat happened... ve vere very good friends."
"Y-yeah." Neville mumbled.
"Good man, he vas. Anyvone else?" A few of the kids raised their hands. He talked to each one of them and listened to their stories.
Harry glanced back at Cho, who had her hand down. That would be really impressive if I was related to one of the greatest aurors of all time, he thought.
"Vell, you all do come from an interesting line of Aurors, yes, it seems. But today I vill tell you of the greatest defeats of all time. By a muggle. And ve have von of ze descendants in zis room right now."
"Ze man, Johnathan Harker, ze von who defeated Count Dracula himself. He later had a child, a son, who had a son, which went on for a few generations, until the muggle family bore a young girl who vas a vizard. She married a man named James Potter."
Everyone gasped.
"You know, Harry, I knew your father and mother. After I met you I consulted a Genealogist, who happened to work part time for a group called ze Silver Bullet Faction. And I found out your father vas never lying. He married ze descendant of Harker."
"Well that's something else." Ron said.
"Aunt Petunia never did tell me her maiden name." Harry glanced back at Cho. She gave him a studying look.
"Vell, now ve vill get on vith ze lesson. I vill be teaching you about dark demihumans. Can anyvone tell me a type of dark Demihumans?"
Several of the students raised their hands.
"Miss- er- Hermione?" String looked at a seating chart.
"Dark elves."
"Yes, I remember an encounter vith von. Nasty things. Very powerful. Von nearly killed me. A lot have gone to private dark arts schools. Anything else? Mister er- Weasley?""
"Vampires."
"Ah, yes. The faction told me about some trouble you've had ven I mentioned Harry, yes. Zat is honestly von of ze reasons I vas hired zis year. Remember vat Dumbledore told you! Stay on school grounds zis year, for your own safety. And tell him or I immediately if you see anyzing out of ze ordinary." He told them.
After class, it seemed everyone wanted to hear about Harry's ancestor, Harker. But he knew as little as they did. Even Draco Malfoy was giving him a look, as though part nervous, and part relieved, and part studying. Harry knew all too well. Something is going down this year, and he would probably have something to do with it.
Something moved above him. He looked up.
The ceiling of the dungeon was still. It was probably just peeves, not really concerned at the moment with wreaking havoc or destroying something. (This was rare).
"Harry? Harry?" Ron shook his shoulder. "Are you all right? You were like... in a trance or something."
"What?" Harry glanced back at the ceiling. Nothing was there.
"Oh... sorry." Harry muttered.
"Nothing? Well, let's go get some lunch." Ron turned and bumped straight into Albus Dumbledore.
"Oh, sorry, Professor. I..."
"That is quite all right, Mister Weasley. However, I need to talk to Harry for a moment. Harry, If you will come with me..."
"Yes, sir." Harry followed him to the stone gargoyle several floors above them. Dumbledore cleared his throat and said "Cauldron Cakes"! The gargoyle immediately sprang to life and leapt aside, revealing a passageway.
"Come, Harry, I need to tell you something important." Dumbledore said as they walked up the circular staircase. "Now you must promise me you will tell this to absolutely no one else, and I mean no one."
"Er- Yes sir. I promise."
"Very good." Dumbledore stepped into his office and Harry followed.
"I think it would be easiest if you saw it through the pensieve." Dumbledore said. "It would explain a lot of questions you may have." Dumbledore opened the secret panel in the back of the room.
"All right." Harry said confusedly, and stared into the large bowl.
Immediately his stomach lurched and he felt as if he were falling into the bowl. Suddenly he stopped, and stood up everything black around him.
A light shone in the distance, and began to move toward him faster and faster. Harry wasn't afraid. He knew after last year's experience with the pensieve that this was all a memory, and that nothing could hurt him.
Still, he felt a small knot in his stomach, that kind you get when you are confused but anticipating something. The light came closer and closer, until it passed by him. Then an entire room lit up, one that Harry realized could have held about twenty-five of the Dursley's houses, lengthwise, straight down from one end to the other.
In the distance, a figure appeared. It was easy to spot, wearing something shiny, and the entire room around it was white. Harry realized he was standing on a catwalk near the ceiling. But he turned his attention back to the approaching figure. It came halted about halfway, and began to climb a ladder which, from Harry's point of view, was barely visible.
It climbed up to the same level of the catwalk Harry was at. It came around a corner an Harry saw what it was wearing that was so shiny. It had on a coat of chain mail with the inscription, THE SILVER BULLET FACTION on it. Harry suddenly wondered where Dumbledore was. This was his memory, wasn't it?
No sooner had he though this than the man wearing the armor pulled out a huge knife and lunged at Harry. Harry leapt aside and just caught himself on the catwalk, when he realized the man was attacking something else. He watched as an older man backed away and pulled out his wand, and muttered a few words. The first man fell back as a loud bang sounded, and then rolled off of the catwalk completely, falling almost fifty feet onto his back. Harry took a closer look at the older man, who turned out to be Dumbledore himself, at least fifty years younger.
"What happened?" A voice boomed across the chamber. A taller wizard hurried up to Dumbledore and looked over the edge.
The man was gone. Harry realized.
"Where is he? Where is Garef? He was one of our best men!" The man shouted at Dumbledore.
"One of your best men just tried to kill me." Dumbledore told him. "Garef drank from the goblet. They've offered him immortality."
"I don't believe it. There's got to be a better explanation..."
"There is none. I wish I could offer one, but there...!"
"And you! You're going to be called before the ministry for..."
"BEHIND YOU!" Dumbledore lifted his wand. The man must have not believed it, because he pointed his wand at Dumbledore. But before he could do anything, something shiny protruded through the front of the man's robes. Behind him, Garef lifted his convulsing body on the large knife, and flung him over the edge of the catwalk.
"How dare you..." Dumbledore shuttered with anger.
Garef raised the knife again, and flung it, sailing straight up for Dumbledore's head.
"Reboundus!" Dumbledore shouted, and the knife flew back into Garef's arm, which immediately began to melt away. He growled, grabbed on to his shoulder, and ripped it straight out of the socket without a wince. It melted away in his hand. Dumbledore looked mildly shocked at this.
"Don't go losing any sleep over it, old man." Garef snarled. "It'll be back in a month." And with that, he disappeared.
"Harry? Harry!" He felt himself being pulled away from the scene, and then he stood up.
"Interesting? T'was sad. That man Garef killed, was a very good person. Trusted Garef with his life, which ended up costing him, sadly."
"That's amazing, They can grow limbs back." Harry said absentmindedly.
"Are you sure he was telling the truth?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yeah, because he was the one in my dream, striking the deal with Voldemort." Harry suddenly realized he'd just let a lot slip.
"Was he, now?" Dumbledore replied with interest.
"I... I remembered him, just then."
"Yes, I see. I understand, Harry. Our dreams fade very fast. Maybe you could use a pensieve yourself. Well, Harry, that is all I wanted to show you. But what I want to tell you is, well, Harry, is that Voldemort is cooperating with Garef and his minions to... to basically try and take over Hogwarts. I'd like you to know... for your own good... do not leave Hogwarts grounds, especially after dark, at all this year. Garef is one of the world's most dangerous men. The ministry told me to thank you for all your help and telling us, because your dream was real. But you are in very real danger. They're after you, Harry, and this is about the safest place you can be."
"Er- thanks for telling me."
"Of course. And remember, Harry, tell not a soul what you been told."
"Yes sir." Harry bean to walk out the door, but stopped.
"Sir?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"How did the convention go? About that cure..."
"Very well, actually. We know the goblet is enchanted. If... if we enchanted holy water to be not dangerous to a vampire, they could drink it and return to a curable state. We just need to find out how."
"Great. I... I hope it works out."
"So do I. Now, hurry along to lunch, Harry. They're serving a great seafood today."
"Yes, sir." Harry made his way down the winding steps. A moment later he joined Ron in the great hall, and sat down for lunch.
"So what did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Ron asked.
"Nothing important." Harry said. Not a soul, he thought, even though he was dying to tell someone.
"Oh, come on, Harry. You can tell me."
"It's nothing, ron. Now pass me the mashed potatoes. I'm starving."
So, what exactly is in store for Harry? Will there be an assault on Hogwarts? And What about Ron's parents? And bill and Charlie? Are the vampires only following Harry? Find out in the next thrilling chapter of Harry Potter and the Silver Bullet Faction!