A.N. In case you didn't notice, in my last chapter I made a mistake. Jimmy said "Harry" instead of "Stealth" and I'd just like to thank the people who pointed this out to me. It was not supposed to happen!!!!!! But I've fixed it now and the mistake is no longer there. Oh! And to clear something up… Harry broke up with Celeste, but everyone else thinks that she broke up with him. Celeste doesn't want anyone to know that a boy actually broke up with her. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!!!!!
Malena
Harry gave an exasperated sigh as he sat down at the round table for lunch. Dumbledore had insisted on serving them lunch so there was a lot of scrumptious dishes in front of them. Harry took a bit of steak and put it on his golden plate and picked at it. He looked up at the Gryffindor table where Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindor seventh years were all huddled together talking about the events in Potions class.
I should be over there with them, Harry thought to himself. Damn Voldemort-
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Snuffles pulling on his cloak. There was a letter tied to his neck. Harry pulled it off of the dog and patted him on the head.
Stealth- it said. Harry had told Sirius not to call him by his real name.
We need to talk. Meet me at the Shrieking Shack tonight at one.
Sirius had signed his paper with a muddy dog print.
Harry flicked his wand and the paper disappeared. He was just taking a drink of pumpkin juice when the doors of the Great Hall flew open. All of the Agents went for their wands, but stopped when they saw it was Sarge. All of the students were silent, but all of the agents said, "Hello Sarge."
"Bonjour," said Sarge. "How is the Mission going?" She was speaking totally in French. (A.N. Forgive me, my French is not all that good. Everything in Italics means that it's in French.)
"Tres Bien," said Ivy.
"No casualties so far?"
"Not unless you count the Death Eater that was acting as teacher," Sphinx said bitterly.
"Yes, I heard about that," Sarge said, arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "But none other than that?"
"No."
"Good. Tomorrow we might have a bit of information about some Death Eaters in Voldemort. They will be sent to Stealth."
"Okay."
"Good luck." Sarge said in English. She Molecularized out of there.
"Why couldn't we just eat in peace?" Jeff moaned, putting his head in his hands.
"Jaleesa, weren't you going to ask the Head of the Houses if there were any Quidditch Practices tonight?"
"Yeah," Angelina said, getting up and going over to the teacher's table.
"Hello," She said to the teachers. "We're getting ready to go on our second shifts and we need to find out if there are any Quidditch practices tonight."
"Why do you need to know that?" Asked Professor Snape with an icy tone to his voice.
"We want your students to have absolute security, and that means we need to have at least one agent outside during Quidditch Practices and five during Quidditch matches," Angelina said.
"Don't you-"
"There are two Quidditch Practices tonight, Jaleesa," Professor McGonnagal said. "Hufflepuff is going first, and then Gryffindor. Perhaps I didn't show you the board that shows practices."
"No, I guess you didn't," Angelina said. "Would you mind showing me now, before the next class starts?" Professor McGonnagal got up and Angelina followed her out of the Great Hall.
"Well, we'd better get to our next posts," Sphinx said. "Only this time Stealth is inside. Just in case another student needs to be sent to the corner." Harry blushed slightly and Ivy started laughing.
"It's not funny," he said.
"Yes it is," Ivy giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Stuff it," Harry said, getting up and leaving. This caused Ivy to laugh harder. He started to wander the halls, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard someone calling him.
"Stealth!" He turned around. It was Ron and Hermione.
"That was classic!" exclaimed Ron. "The look on Malfoy's face when you said that about the Killing Curse-"
"You weren't really going to kill him if he didn't move, were you?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I was bluffing," Harry said.
"So, are you allowed to use the Killing Curse?"
"Yes," Harry replied. Hermione and Ron looked shocked.
"You can! You weren't lying then?"
"Of course not, almost all of the agents are able to use the Unforgiveables. Do you remember those potions that we took this morning?" Ron and Hermione nodded.
"Well, one of them is a No Pain potion so we can't feel the Cruciatus Curse. And all of us can throw the Imperious Curse. So basically the only one that affects us is the Killing Curse."
"Oh," said Ron.
"You'd better get to class," Harry said, changing the subject. "It starts in two minutes."
"Right," Hermione said. "Come on Ron." Ron stood there for a moment, looking as Harry in awe, but then hurried after Hermione.
Harry shook his head and walked in the opposite direction.
Harry must have done 5 laps around the entire school before the third lesson. He was almost ran over by a group of fourth years going to their next class. Harry passed Angelina in the halls.
"I feel so weird here," she told him hurriedly. "Not going to classes! Even after 2 years I feel like I'm skipping."
"I know," Harry muttered, nervously eyeing a picture of an extremely old lady who was looking at them in interest.
"I feel so bad not being able to tell everyone," she said.
"Well, we'd get in really big trouble," Harry said. "We really should get back to walking."
"Yeah," Angelina said softly. "Bye Stealth."
"Bye Jaleesa." Harry went down another corridor and down the marble stairs. He heard loud voices from the Great Hall and took a look in.
"And this is the starting position for dueling-" Lupin was standing there. All of the tables had been moved to the side and there was a small stage in the middle. Lupin saw Harry peek in and said, "Ah, Stealth. I've been looking for a volunteer to help me with this Dueling Lesson. Would you mind helping?"
"No, I wouldn't. But I'll have to ask Sphinx if I'm allowed to." Harry held his tiny microphone closer to his mouth and muttered, "Sphinx?"
"What?" she said.
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wants me to help out with his class. Can I?"
"I don't care, go ahead. Just don't kill anyone."
Harry gave a short chuckle and said, "I promise I won't." He then turned back to Lupin and said, "All right."
"Great," Lupin said, giving Harry a tired smile. "Would you please come up here." Harry climbed up onto the stage.
"You've had a bit of dueling experience, right?" Lupin asked. Harry gave a short chuckle.
"I'm-er-the Dueling Master," Harry said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge. He tossed it to Lupin who looked at it.
"Well, then you've had a lot of dueling experience," Lupin said, tossing it back to him. "All right, so you know the different sorts of Wizard duels then?"
"Yes," Harry replied. "There's the simplest one, No contact, Wands only, play until someone is knocked out. And then the one that is up from that is Wands and Contact, play until someone is knocked out. Then there is Wands, play until someone is dead, and Wands and Contact, play until someone is dead. Then there are Wands, Contact, and Unforgivables, meaning that you can use the Unforgivable curses. Then of course there is No Rules, which means you can anything, except you can't Molecularize or Apparate."
"Correct," Lupin said. "Do you mind if I ask you which is your personal favorite."
"No Rules."
"Any particular reason?" Harry thought for a moment. "Because it's more challenging."
"Ah…" Lupin said. "Well, we're just going to do the simplest today, Wands, No Contact."
"All right," Harry said. "And as always no Molecularizing or Apparating."
"Quite right," Lupin said. The two of them bowed and got in the starting position.
"One… Two… Three!" Lupin raised his wand up over his head and started to say a curse, but Harry simply said, "Stupefy." Lupin fell the ground, unconscious. The sixth years who were crowded around the stage clapped.
"Stunning our Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts teacher, Stealth?" Professor Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes twinkling as he walked through the doors. Will, who was sitting in the corner of the room, snorted with laughter.
"Er-" Harry said. "Well he wanted a volunteer, and I-"
"I know Stealth. Now, please revive him." Professor Dumbledore said.
"Yes sir. Enervate." Lupin opened his eyes, got to his feet and said, "And that is why you should never let your guard down. Thank you Stealth, you may go."
"All right," Harry said, jumping down from the stage. He walked out of the Great Hall.
~*~
"Who's going to be monitoring the Quidditch practices tonight?" Elsa asked later that night at dinner.
"We should have two agents out there," Jaleesa said.
"Ethan, Jaleesa, you two are monitoring the Hufflepuff practice. Ivy and Stealth will guard the Gryffindor team," Sphinx said. "Elsa and Anna, you are going to be watching the Hufflepuff or Gryffindor Common room until they get back."
"All right."
"All right people, let's go."
Harry and Ivy went up to the Gryffindor Common room so they could wait until 8 o'clock. That was when the practice would start.
"Believe it or not," Ivy said to Harry. "I have only seen one Quidditch game in my entire life."
"No!" Harry exclaimed. "Only one? You poor deprived child."
"Shut up Stealth," Ivy snapped. "I preferred to study my fighting."
"Quidditch is the best game in the world," Harry said, eyeing the few people who were coming through the Portrait Hole.
"Quidditch can be deadly," Ivy hissed.
"And fighting isn't?" Harry retorted. Ivy frowned at Harry, and then tackled him.
"Hey!" Harry flipped her off of him and scrambled to his feet. "What was that for?"
"I was bored," Ivy said, pulling herself off of the floor. Harry shook his head and sat back down. Snuffles came walking by and gave a booming bark.
"What is it?" Ivy said, putting on a different accent. "Timmy's stuck down the well?! We gotta save him Lassie! Lead the way!" Snuffles gave her a peculiar look as she burst out laughing.
"That's it, Ivy," Harry said. "No more sugar for you."
"R-right," Ivy said, shaking with laughter.
"Hey Ivy!" It was Ron. "Do you want to play chess?" Ivy looked at Harry.
"Are you going to be lonely?"
"Go ahead, I have some reading to do anyway," Harry said, conjuring up a book on dueling.
"Thanks Stealth," Ivy said. She ran off to a table where Ron, Dean, and Seamus were sitting. Harry opened the book, but just stared at the pages, not really feeling like reading.
Snuffles curled up in front of Harry while Harry flicked through the pages.
"What book are you reading?" Hermione asked, walking up to him.
"Er-" Harry held up the book so she could see the cover.
"Is it interesting?" Hermione asked, sitting down across from him.
"Sort of," Harry said. "I've already read it six times, so it gets a little old."
"Yeah, I know how it feels," Hermione said, giving a small smile. "I've read Hogwarts: A History, countless times. My friends haven't read it yet, but I keep telling my friends that they have too."
"Ah," Harry said, remembering how Hermione used to bug them about it. "Well, do you want to read this? You can if you want to."
"Maybe later," Hermione said. "You're interested in Dueling then?"
"I'm the Dueling Master," Harry said. He showed her his badge.
"But- I thought Sphinx was the Dueling Master," Hermione exclaimed.
"She was, until a month ago," Harry said. "Long story short, now I'm the Dueling Master. By the way, how did you know that Sphinx was the former Dueling Master?"
"Harry." For a second, Harry thought that Hermoine was calling him by his real name, but when he saw the sad expression on her face he realized that she was recalling the memory. "He told me that she came to him in a dream."
"Oh," Harry said. "Sphinx told me that she dream hopped to him."
"Hmm," Hermione said, not really paying attention anymore.
"Well-"
"Stealth!" Ivy had returned. "It's not fair!"
"What's not fair, Ivy?" Harry asked.
"Ron! He's too good at chess," Ivy said, sticking out her lower lip and pouting.
"So?"
"So! He beat me three times! In 10 minutes! While we were having a conversation!"
"Ron's always been good at chess, in our first year he beat a giant wizard chess set," Hermione said.
"I heard about something like that," Ivy said. "It was in the newspaper. I didn't really read it, but it said something about the Sorcerer's Stone—"
"Yes, Ron… Harry and I had to get past a bunch of obstacles in order to stop You-Know-Who to get the Sorcerer's stone."
"Harry?" Ivy asked.
"Yes… Harry Potter," Hermione said, lowering her eyes.
"You were friends with him?" Ivy said, her eyes flicking to where Harry was sitting.
"Yes," Hermione said sadly. "He was our best friend."
"I'm sorry, if you don't want to talk about him you don't have to," Ivy said hurriedly. Hermione gave a smile.
"On second thought, I would like to read that book," Hermione said. Harry handed it to her. "Thank you." Hermione walked up to the seventh year girl's dorm.
"You never told me that she used to be your best friend," Ivy whispered.
"You never asked," Harry replied.
"She really misses you then."
"I miss her too," Harry said. He glanced at his watch and said, "It's seven forty five."
"So we'd better go then," Ivy said. "I'll tell Anna that we're leaving the Common Room. I'll meet you out there."
"See you."
Harry Molecularized out of the Common Room.
He instantly found himself on the Quidditch field. He watched the players up in the air fly back in forth, watching them pass the Quaffle to one another and keep the Bludgers away from their teammates.
"Hey Stealth," Cedric said when he approached him and Angelina. They were sitting in the stands."How's it going?"
"Good," Harry replied. He sighed. "Did you know that I haven't played Quidditch since I was "killed."
"Neither have I," Angelina said, looking up sadly at the players. "The Order of the Phoenix doesn't have a Quidditch field, does it?"
"No," Cedric said. "This is also where the Third task took place, right Harry?"
"Yeah," Harry said softly. The Quidditch players landed and yelled, "Hey! We're ready to go in now!"
"See ya," Cedric said.
"Bye Ethan. See ya Jaleesa," Harry said. Harry sat down on the stands and sighed.
"Don't look so down." Ivy had arrived. "I know that you miss your friends, and that it just tears you apart that you can't tell them who you are."
"Hmm," Harry said. Ivy clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Cheer up!" Ivy said. "If you don't cheer up soon I'm going to start singing "Tomorrow" from Annie."
"Oh please don-"
"The sun'll come out tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun!" Ivy sang.
"Mercy! Please! I'll cheer up!" Harry said, starting to laugh. "Please! You're going to wreck my ears if you keep singing like that." Ivy punched him in the shoulder and said, "I'm not that bad of a singer." Harry snorted, and Ivy punched him in the shoulder again. Then she smiled, and Harry could see the ruby that was glued to her tooth glint in the setting sun.
"We're here!" The Gryffindor team had arrived.
"Okay, go do whatever then," Ivy called. She leaned back and lifted up her legs.
"I'm bushed," she said. "Today felt sooooo long."
"Hmm…" Harry said, watching the Seeker try and do a loopty-loop and almost fall off of her broom.
"What position did you use to play?" Ivy asked.
"Seeker," Harry said. "I only lost one game in all 4 years."
"You must've been good."
"That's what everyone told me," Harry said.
"Well, one of these days you'll be able to play again, after you kill ol' Voldie."
"Yeah," Harry said. "I can't wait."
"To play, or to kill Voldemort?" Ivy asked.
"Both." Ivy gave a short chuckle and both of them sat down. They didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"So, Stealth," Ivy said. "Why did Celeste break up with you anyway?"
"What?" Harry said.
"Oh come on, she had to have a reason," Ivy said. "Do you snore or something?"
"Ivy, Celeste doesn't want me to tell anyone why." Harry said.
"But I'm her best friend!" Ivy exclaimed. "I should be able to know!"
"No."
"Come on-"
"I'm not telling you."
"Please!"
"No! I-" Harry stopped, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his sunglasses.
"Stealth, what the-"
"Shh!" Harry hissed. He was staring at the woman who had just walked into the Quidditch pitch. Harry couldn't see her face, but with the glasses he could clearly see the Dark Mark on her arm.
"Everyone!" Harry yelled. "Get down on the ground! NOW!" Ivy spun around and took out her wand just as the Death Eater took out hers.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry yelled before the Death Eater could even open her mouth. The spell hit the Death Eater. Most of the Quidditch players screamed when they saw the Killing Curse hit the Death Eater.
"Ivy, take the students inside, I'm going to take the body to the V.D," Harry said softly.
"Okay," Ivy said. "I'll tell everyone what happened."
Harry walked over to the body and flipped it over to get a look at her face. Harry didn't recognize her, so he conjured up a stretcher and levitated the body onto it. They would have to revive her in order to question her.
He left her with another agent at the V.D before returning to Hogwarts.
"What the hell happened out there!" Sphinx was yelling at Ivy. The Great Hall had all of the teachers, as well as Ivy and Sphinx.
"We had it under control!" Ivy yelled. "Stealth killed the Death Eater before it could attack anyone!"
"Why isn't anyone guarding the front gate?"
"Someone is," Harry said. "It was Nelson, wasn't it?"
"Well then, someone get me Nelson!" Sphinx yelled. Ivy called him over her earpiece and a second later Nelson Molecularized there.
"Why didn't you see the Death Eater?" Sphinx asked.
"What Death Eater?"
"The Death Eater that nearly attacked the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
"A Death Eater tried to wha-"
"Why didn't you see him?"
"I jus-"
"Were you wearing your sunglasses?"
"Yes I-"
"So then you would have seen anyone invisible come through the gate, wouldn't you?"
"I just-"
"You are to report to Sarge." Sphinx said. "We have no use for you. Tell her what happened and tell her to send a new agent."
"But-"
"You heard me Agent 980," Sphinx said. She turned around and went back into the common room. All of the teachers were staring at them.
"We'd better get back to the Gryffindor Common room," Ivy said to Harry, pulling his cloak. He was following her out of the Great Hall just as Nelson Molecularized back to the Order of the Phoenix.