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Chapter Nine: The mysterious conversation.
A week past and everything was pretty much back to normal. Snape still snarled at Harry. Harry thought that the whole thing with him must have been his imagination, so he didn't tell anyone. Ron, Hermione, and Liza were begging Harry to tell him what he had said, but he refused. Next Friday, Harry went for a stroll in the outskirts of the forbidden forest. Suddenly, his scar began to burn, and he could hear a sinister voice saying,
"Well, young lady, I see you have a piece of a Violet Ray." The cold high voice of Voldemort couldn't be mistaken.
"Yes, m-m-my L-l-l-ord. And I have found the thing he fears most are dementors. He was telling a P-p-p-professor. He hates you most, most probably. And you said you'll take care of the desire problem." The girl was stuttering so loud, Harry couldn't tell whose voice it was.
"Well, take care of the other things, and I'll take care of the rest. Now go, and because you contacted me on your own accord, I won't send you off with the usual Crucious curse."
"Thank you, my Lord"
Harry ran. Partly because his scar hurt, and he didn't want to be seen. And partly because he knew if he stayed longer and heard Voldemort's evil laugh, he might faint. So he ran. And ran. And ran. Unluckily, the first person he ran into was a Slytherin. Luckily, it was Draco, and when he saw Harry he gasped.
"Harry Potter! You look like you just ran the Wizard's Fastest Speeders line, and lost the race. What happened?" Harry hadn't spoken to Draco since last week asking him about the invitation, and he was eager to get to know him. He just looked at Malfoy, and as the burden of all these days fell on him, he burst out crying, for the first time in years. Draco looked at him sympathetically, in an almost brotherly way.
"Come, Harry. We'll go to the lake and you'll tell me what happened." He put a friendly arm around him, and led him off, shooting worried glances, his way. Suddenly, he dropped his arm and ran off. Harry jumped up, and saw Pansy Parkinson, coming along.
"Hey, Potter what happened? Did you happen to meet your scary enemy?"
Unknowingly, and innocently, Harry replied. "No!! I didn't meet any dementor here." Then seeing who he was talking to he snapped, "Get lost." Pansy turned away, smug. She had gotten one thing. Now maybe Draco would help her with the saliva problem and Harry's most precious possession. She knew he desired his parents most, and Voldemort would be going to their graves. He would take car of the Egg shertstones as well, so all she had to do was the two things she had to ask Draco for help with.
As soon as she strolled off, Draco popped out from where he was hiding. "Sorry Harry. I just didn't want her to know yet. Now tell me what happened." Slowly Harry told him everything. From his conversation with Snape, till what he had overheard. He just couldn't believe that the one he was telling was DRACO MALFOY, his long time enemy.
When Harry finished, Draco gave him a friendly hug, and said, "Don't worry, Harry."
"I'd better be going inside, and speak to the Headmaster. But Draco, you're a real friend. Thank you." Malfoy smiled at Harry and escorted him till the Gargoyle. As he was leaving he heard Harry making up words to try and find the password.
"Um, er, violet rays, bumblebees, honey, padfoot, snuffles, Fawkes." The gargoyle opened then, and Harry sighed with relief and smiled as he reached Dumbledore's office. He lifted his fist, and gently knocked on the door. Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled on him and he smiled.
"Hello, Harry Potter. Come in. I'm sure my visitor here will be glad to see you." Harry walked in and smiled as he saw Mr. Weasely sitting there.
"Hi, Mr. Weasely. How are you doing? I haven't seen you for a while. What are you doing here?"
"Just making a few more plans for the future if you- know - who comes back. I was just saying goodbye now." He stepped into the fireplace after he threw in a pinch of floo powder, gave one last wave and announced 'the burrow'. He was gone right away, and Dumbledore put out the flame.
"Well, Mr. Potter. What can I do for you?" Harry told him about the conversation he had heard, and about the scar. "I'm not sure about this Harry. I have to think about it, and when I figure something out, I'll take the necessary steps, and get back to you. You don't know who it was?"
"No, Professor. It was surely a girl, but that's all I know."
"Did you notice anyone there?"
"Nope. We did pass a few Ravenclaws and then we saw Pansy Parkinson. By the Lake was a few Slytherins. But that was about ten minutes later."
"We?" Harry grinned at Dumbledore's question.
"Malfoy and I. We've become good friends since Hermione and him have gone out. He's not Ron, but he's a good listener and doesn't think I have to be sent into hiding every time Voldemort starts plotting against me. If that was the case, I'd be in hiding all my life."
"I see what you mean Harry. Well if anything happens to you don't hesitate to come tell me. Even if it's just to talk. Though now that you have Mr. Malfoy I wonder if you'll come. . ." His mouth turned up slightly, and he looked at Harry fondly, much like a father looks at his favorite son. "But I'm glad that you and Draco are friends. The poor boy. Everyone believes, 'like father like son' though in this case nothing can be more untrue. I knew the two of you would end up friends one day. I could tell that behind the seemed hatred, you were a boy he really admired. I think you'd better hurry to classes Harry. I believe you have transfiguration now. Now that was a subject your father enjoyed. Do you as well?"
"Yeah. I want to learn how to become an animagus one day. Maybe I should start practicing."
"Indeed you should Harry. That would make your father quite proud of you. But I don't think that he can be any more proud of you than he already is. To have such a kind, good-natured, caring, friendly, mischievous son, is a real pride to him. I know him and Lily are smiling at you from heaven now." He escorted Harry out of his office and Harry hurried down to McGonagal's class.
"HARRY. Where were you?" Hermione sounded really worried.
"Just around. Here and there. Went to the lake with Malfoy." Hermione grinned.
"Settle down, class. Today we will be learning about Anamagi. When someone wants to become an animagi, he must go under many complicated preparations. It may take someone a few years. The shortest amount of time it took anyone was eight months but most people it takes about a year to a year and a half." She continued with the exact way how to do it, ending off with, "But don't think just anyone can do it. Even if you get good marks. Some say if you're parents or a parent was an animagi you are able to. Others say you have to have an extreme talent for transfiguration. Homework is to look up the people who are registered animagi and pick one who you want to write 18 inches of parchment on why he became an animagi, was it inherited, how he was able to do and what he turned into and why. Class dismissed."
"I want to try to become an animagus this year," Harry told Liz and Ron as he walked out of the room with them. "I'm only in my fifth year, so I'll surely be one by the time, I graduate. Even though you're supposed to register, Dumbledore gave his blessings. I don't think Hermione will be able to do it. McGonagal was looking at her when she said about marks not helping. But I think you will Ron."
"Why were you with Dumbledore?" Liza asked looking at Harry sharply.
"I wasn't gonna tell you, but listen to what I heard when I was taking a walk in the forest. Voldemort was talking to some girl, plotting something about me. Said something about my dead parents I think she was referring to an that I hate Voldemort most. I was so upset after everything I was crying." Harry turned pink. "Then I meat Malfoy. After he calmed me down I went to the headmaster and your dad was there, Ron. He was there on some Dark Lord business. Whatever."
"Cool, Harry. And Cho's waving to you. Tomorrow, are you going to Hogsmeade with her?" Harry nodded and Cho hurried up to him.
"Are we still on for tomorrow? Well, how about doubling with Ron, and Hermione, and Liza, and Draco?"
"Will do. See ya later guys." He strolled off with Cho arm in arm telling her all the events of that day, and then got a kiss goodbye. He collapsed on the couch in the common room, and spent an enjoyable evening with the Weasely twins, entertained by their tricks and jokes. Then he climbed into bed.
That night Harry dreamed of the person, he REALLY hated most. The potion wouldn't work because Harry Potter didn't hate The Dark Lord as much as he hated the piece of scum he dreamed about. That night the boy who lived dreamed about the one who was the cause for his fame. Who was the real one who brought the troubles onto him. He dreamed about Wormtail.