A/N: Hello all! Here is chapter seven of the epic tale of mystery, intrigue and of course Harry Potter (sorry, I'm in a cheesy mood). I hope this got out quicker then the last part and you haven't all stopped reading it. And now thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter.
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*Past*
Remus was wandering aimlessly down the halls, trying to figure out what had happened over the course of the day. First, he had found out that Harry was a parseltonuge then James in his stupidity had believed that Harry was working for the dark side and had sent Harry running. Sirius, Lily, Peter and himself had went searching for Harry and he, himself, had found Voldemort who was apparently after Harry. It all gave him a headache to think about it, especially the fact that Harry had practically killed himself trying to save him. Remus was brought out of his thoughts with a bump as he crashed right into Professor Savage, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher also Head of Slytherin house. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the werewolf. What are you doing out of your common room? Thought you would sneak out and play pranks? Are your friends somewhere hiding? Well Professor Dumbledore said no exceptions so you are going straight to the Headmaster's office where I will personally make sure you are expelled. Now come along." and Savage grabbed Remus by his robes and dragged him to the stone gargoyle and roughly up to the Headmaster's office. When the door banged open Dumbledore looked up startled and a slight look of pity past over his features before it was replaced by the usual twinkle, "Well, Samuel I see you have brought Mr. Lupin to me. May I ask what he has done?" The Professor sneered at Remus, "I caught him wandering the halls. If you remember that was immediate expulsion." Professor Dumbledore smiled sadly at the Defense teacher, "I'm sorry Samuel. Mr. Lupin had just come from my office. And I also was just about to release everyone from their common rooms for dinner. I would be very pleased if you would tell the other Heads to gather their students in the Great Hall." Professor Savage gave Dumbledore a curt nod and Remus a withering glare then strode out of the office.
Professor Dumbledore then turned to Remus, "Mr. Lupin please head straight to the Great Hall and remember what I told you, do not tell anyone." Remus nodded his head, "Yes Sir. You can trust me." Dumbledore nodded and Remus left the room, thoughts swirling in his head.
Remus made his way towards the great hall, hoping that he got to the Gryffindor table before the Marauders did. It would be really difficult to explain where he had been without giving Harry's secret away. As Remus entered the Great Hall he realized that he had made it before everyone else. So he went and sat at the table trying to make up a few good excuses about where he had been. The only good one that was believable was that he had gone to the hospital wing but he was sure that they had checked the map. So that left Remus with one option, to tell the truth but also lie through his teeth. Remus' true test was when the Marauders came in and almost fell over in shock. Lily rushed over and gave him a VERY tight hug until he managed to squeak out "Air!" and she let go, blushing profusely and went and sat across from him not daring to take her eye off him for fear that he would disappear again. Sirius and James were both giving him happy, relieved smiles as they sat on either side of him and punched him lightly on the shoulder. Peter was just standing and staring at Remus in utter shock looking like he had expected to never see Remus again. That look puzzled Remus as he thought back to the man named Wormtail.... Remus didn't want to think that he could be the same person as the boy in front of him. Peter suddenly flung himself at Remus and started to sob but Remus could make out words like "....never see you again!" and "thought you were dead for sure." It made Remus feel better to know that Peter cared about his friends that much and almost convinced Remus that Peter had as pure a heart as you could get. Almost. He still had a few concerns that he would have to ask Harry. Peter sat down beside Lily (after being pried from Remus' waist by James and Sirius) and just sat and stared at him like Lily was doing. James looked at the pair across from them and burst out laughing. The laughter broke the ice and they all began to laugh. It was loud enough to attract the attention of Savage who glared and silently took ten points off Gryffindor. The five students stopped laughing when the food appeared and all went for their favorite foods. Lily to the salad, Sirius to the roast beef, James to the potatoes, Peter to the vegetables and Remus went for the chicken. Then they all got everything else till their plates were overflowing. Remus was grateful that they weren't questioning him about where he had been, "Hey Remus, you ready to tell us where you were?" Spoke too soon.
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*The Land of Forever*
"These, Harry, are Virtues," Destiny said gesturing to a blue field covered in different coloured bunny-type things that were flying, well not exactly flying more hovering. Harry was startled when a red virtue with golden ears and wings and green eyes came flying over and hovered flapping it's wings. Destiny smiled, "This is Chivalry, he is the head of the Gold clan. There are four clans. The Gold clan, the Silver clan, the Bronze clan, and the Platinum clan. They all have different virtues and are designated to a person on earth that have the same characteristics. If a virtue goes to earth it will be absorbed by it's owner. That's why they don't often stray out of Forever. The Gold clan is known for bravery, courage and faithfulness. The Silver clan is known for it's cunning , deception and deceit but also for pride which Gold also has. Bronze is gifted with cleverness, intelligence and logic and Platinum is endowed with loyalty, stubbornness and charity. They were created by my great-great-great-great-great-great Grandparents. They created them to work together in solving many problems. They still run an excellent operation." Harry looked at the blue grass like stuff covering the ground with the green tree trunks and the red leafs. The blazing orange sun against the purple sky made it feel as if he had been dumped into Never-Never land, 'But this is the land of Forever, probably as close as you'll get to Never-Never Land.' Harry reminded himself as he tuned back into what Destiny had been saying as they walked down a path leading into a forest of the green and red trees. They walked for several minutes while Destiny explained how the forest was created. Harry noticed that the trees began to turn from Red and Green to White and gold or white and silver. They came to a stop in a clearing beside a large pool of water that had a willow-type tree by it s side but the tree was white with silver leafs. The Silver tips just touching the pearl-coloured liquid. Other white and gold trees surrounded the clearing. Pale blue grass covered the ground that was scattered with silver pebbles. Harry looked around, gaping in awe at the beauty that surrounded him. Destiny laughed at his expression, her face breaking into a glowing smile. Harry was captivated by the pool, he couldn't break his stare from it. Destiny noticed his gaze, "That is the pool of Wisdom. It was here before any of my ancestors were here. It's older then time itself. It's guarded by Whippets, little creatures that look adorable but are deadly. They are guarding the pool and will kill anyone that comes near it that is not the chosen one. It can sense evil and usually kills the one that makes it react." Destiny smiled at his stunned expression. She then turned to a golden bird that had landed on her hand and seemed to be trying to tell her something. Harry stared at the pool and jumped back when it suddenly turned a blood red. "What's with the pool?" Harry asked, a little offset by the sudden red colour. Destiny turned from the bird and let out a stifled scream, one of her hands going to cover her mouth and the other searching for something to support herself with. Harry was frightened by her response. The pool obviously was reacting to a presence. Now that Harry thought about it the air seemed colder and he felt evil creeping into the peaceful sanctuary and trying to choke out the life. Destiny was looking around wildly, like she expected something to attack. She gasped audibly causing Harry to whip around. He saw a man standing at the beginning of one of the paths leading into a darker portion of the forest, leaning against a tree that was turning black. He had tousled black hair, piercing black eyes and a stubborn chin. He was dressed in sturdy black boots, dark brown breeches, a forest green tunic with golden stitching. He carried a golden bow with a quiver full of golden arrows, tipped with blood red feathers. An evil smirk played about his mouth. Destiny had gone as pale as death as she stared at this man who's cruelty was coming off of him in waves. Black eyes met Blue and the man's voice rang loud and clear, a sinister warning to all who heard, shouting out danger and deceit, "Hello, sister dear. I see you have a guest, who might this be?"
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*Present*
Ginny stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. What she saw was quite disappointing. She saw a fourteen year old girl that was covered with freckles and had dull brown eyes, red hair that went to the middle of her back, curling ever so slightly and shabby old robes. Ginny let out a sigh and plunked herself onto her bed. She looked over her bedside table to where the book she had been reading last night was sitting precariously at the edge. She quickly pushed it back onto the table, causing a picture frame to fall to the floor. Sighing, she reached down to retrieve the picture and came face to face with Harry. Ginny smiled at the old picture of Harry that Colin Creevey had given her in their second year. But Ginny's smile soon disappeared as she held the picture. The usual feeling of Harry that she got from the picture was strangely absent, almost as if Harry wasn't here anymore. Like he was gone. It scared Ginny because she had had a nightmare a few weeks ago about Harry being killed by Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets. It had been two years but the memory of Tom and the diary still haunted her. She remembered the bright green eyes staring down at her, filled with concern and worry. The blood covering his robes, the slime from the Basilisk as he followed the Phoenix to where Ron and Professor Lockhart were waiting. Going to the Headmaster's office had been terrifying almost as scary as the Chamber of Secrets had been. She had been positive she was going to be expelled and thrown in Azkaban. But Harry had assured her that everything was going to be okay, Dumbledore was a very forgiving man. The way he could dispel her fear with a few simple words amazed her. It was one of the many things she loved about him.
Ginny was brought out of her memories by a scream unmistakably her mother's. She threw the picture down on her bed and flew to the kitchen where she found Ron slumped, unconscious against the wall, her mum sobbing into her father's shoulder and Fred and George standing by the back door, looking like they had seen a ghost. She looked into their eyes, asking the silent question of what had happened. They both shrugged their shoulders and took a hesitant step into the kitchen. Ginny surveyed the scene more closely. Ron was as white as a ghost. Her father had silent tears running down his cheeks while he tried to comfort his wife by rocking her back and forth as she sobbed, soaking his robes, the Daily Prophet clutched in her hand. From where she was standing Ginny could see the grinning face of Harry smile up from the page. Very slowly she walked up to her parents and took the crumpled paper from Mrs. Weasley's tight grip. Fearful of what she would see she slowly opened the paper, Fred and George had come over to read the article. They scanned the headline and Ginny's head began to swim. 'He couldn't be dead! Harry can't die. He had survived so much already. There was no way she would believe that Harry was dead.' Unfortunately her heart was not so sure. It felt like it had been yanked from her chest and stomped on before it was shoved back in. Fred and George, standing right behind her caught their younger sister as she too fell into a dead faint.
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*Past*
After his meeting with Remus, Dumbledore went to visit Harry in the hospital wing. The weary Headmaster sat by the bed that held the pale, thin boy. Looking at him, Dumbledore again wondered what had happened to give him such a pained appearance. If you look into the dazzling green eyes you can see a haunted look that is being hidden. It took great practice and talent to hide one's emotions. It saddened Dumbledore that Harry had had a reason to hide his feelings from people. Dumbledore hoped that he himself helped out when this young boy needed guidance. He so wanted to be able to know what had happened to Harry, to Lily and James, to Voldemort.... But Dumbledore knew that it was unwise to learn of the future but in time he might have to get the information from Harry. Dumbledore took the small, cold hand in his and just sat. Dumbledore didn't know how long he had been sitting at Harry's bedside but it seemed like a lifetime of just staring at the cold body, shivering under the layers of blankets, the pale golden glow still lingering about him, keeping him safe. The memories haunted Dumbledore, mocking him that he had not protected him. He had not gotten all the facts thus allowing Harry to be shunned by James and his friends. It hurt to know that he had allowed that to happen to the young boy, who obviously needed to know that he was accepted. How he became a Parseltongue was beyond him. When Harry was strong enough he would ask him all about how he became a Parseltongue and how he managed to deflect the Avada Kedavra curse. Finally the much needed sleep overtook the fatigued Professor.
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*Present*
Dumbledore and Fudge stared at the big black dog. It slowly advanced on the two men and suddenly turned into a very enraged Sirius Black. "Albus! How could you let this happen?!? Harry is supposed to be safe with his relatives! And now you're saying that he's disappeared and that you CAN'T FIND HIM?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!?" Fudge shrank into his chair, not wanting to move in case Sirius saw him and decided he needed to take out his anger on someone other than Dumbledore. While Dumbledore himself just stared at Sirius coolly, waiting for him to blow off steam. Sirius was extremely upset, his godson was missing, had been missing for over a week and just now Dumbledore was telling Fudge but not him, Harry's godfather. He wasn't going to let anyone get away with hurting Harry. He had let Voldemort hurt Harry too many times. He had just a month ago been taken by Voldemort and used to bring him back to power. If that wasn't failure to protect Harry, Sirius didn't know what was. And now Dumbledore had allowed Harry to be taken while Sirius had been in Spain. He had trusted that Harry would be fine while he was away, but no, he had been kidnapped and most likely thought that Sirius had forgotten him. That hurt the most, thinking Harry might hate him now.
As all these thoughts raged around in Sirius' brain he had still been chewing out Dumbledore but as he paused to catch his breath Dumbledore raised his hand, effectively silencing the enraged godparent. "Now Sirius, Harry is very safe with the Dursley's. In fact, he can't be taken from their home against his will so obviously he left on his own accord but what we need to find out is where he went. I and the other Professor have already cast numerous tracking spells and they are searching the world, but I need Minister Fudge's permission to cast some charms that will track Harry through Time and space, so if he has been taken either backwards or forwards in time then we will find him. But these charms take an enormous amount of power and energy and they also take time. So first we are searching this time and planet. I assure you, Sirius, that we will find him." Dumbledore finished his little speech and looked at Sirius who was still seething but had calmed down considerably. "Now Minister, I need you to approve the use of the Epoch charm and then I need to owl the old crowd and it should be finished in about a week. It will take about a month to search all the different time periods he could be in. We will be looking for his magical aura because it's strong enough to show up on our chart. I want Sirius to help."
"Dumbledore, you can't be serious! I-I mean he is a murderer that sold out Harry Potter's parents to You-Know-Who and then killed twelve helpless muggles, not to mention Peter Pettigrew..."
Dumbledore raised his hand to silence the Minister while Sirius growled at the mention of Peter. "I am aware of the charges that have been brought against Mr. Black but the only crime he has ever committed was escaping Azkban and becoming an illegal animagi and that was done to help a friend. I do not expect you to trust Sirius but I do hope that you can at least get along..."
During Dumbledore's explanation Fudge had been turning an interesting shade that was somewhere between red and purple, exploded when he heard the word trust. "Dumbledore! Do you really believe that this-this murderer is indeed innocent?!?" he spat out the words like poison as he stood up and began to flail his arms about as he paced the headmaster's office. "I won't believe that he is innocent until I hear it under oath! He is a traitor and a killer and I see no reason for me to stand here and let him go free. I shall contact the Dementor's and they will administer the kiss." At that statement Dumbledore shot to his feet faster then any man his age should be able to and pointed his wand at Fudge. "I don't think that is wise, Cornilious. We all have forgotten the reason we are here. Harry is missing and I need you to give consent for me to perform the necessary spells. I don't want to hurt you but I will if you don't comply to...." whatever the Headmaster was going to say was lost when Professor McGonagal burst into the office waving the newspaper. "Albus! Have you seen the Prophet? It-it says..." the woman could not continue as she had collapsed into sobs against Dumbledore's chest. Sirius walked over to her and carefully took the paper from her limp hands. He scanned the headline and paled, slowly he handed the paper to the minister and sat down heavily into one of the chairs. He placed is head on his palms and whispered, "What are we going to do?"
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Hermione sat on her bed, her face white, her hands clutched the horrible article that was trying to tell her that Harry was dead. Hermione wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe that Harry Potter, the boy that had saved her and so many other people too many times to count; her best friend; the boy that had risked his life to save an innocent girl; the boy that had never been able to know his parents... And now the paper was trying to tell her that he was dead, killed by the dark lord... it was all to awful, to terrible to think of. Hermione wasn't sure how long she sat on her bed, rocking back and forth, clutching her pillow like it was the only thing keeping her sane. The sky grew dark, thunder rolled, lightning crack and rain lashed her window but Hermione didn't notice any of it, all she knew was that Harry was missing and she had no way to help.
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*Past*
"Hey Remus, you ready to tell us where you were?" James asked, only slightly impatient.
Remus flinched at the question and lost a little of what colour he had, "I was in the hospital wing, I fell down the stairs and hit my head while I was searching, so I went to see Madam Pomfrey about some headache potion." Remus lied easily after so many years hiding the fact that he was a Werewolf. James, Lily and Sirius readily accepted this explanation but Peter didn't believe him, he wasn't sure why he didn't trust what the boy was saying, but he knew that however plausible the explanation was, it wasn't the truth. Peter continued to watch Remus as he ate his lunch, occasionally joining in on a joke that James or Sirius made.
Lily listened and laughed at all the jokes, but she noticed that Peter was deep in thought, something he never really did. So she watched as he laughed half heartily at one of Sirius' lame jokes and then go back into his pensive mood. This was odd. Lily was so wrapped up in watching Peter that she didn't notice when James pointed out that Dumbledore was missing.
Peter saw Remus tense up at the observation and yet another puzzle presented itself to Peter. Why would Dumbledore not be at dinner cause Remus to get a worried glint in his eyes? Did he know something about Dumbledore that the others didn't? Peter let out a frustrated sigh. He was trying to piece the puzzle together but all he got were more questions, like If Remus was in the hospital wing like he said why didn't he show up on the map? And why didn't he say he was sorry for not meeting him at the front steps? Remus was always apologizing and thanking people. Peter had always figured it was because he was a Werewolf that he was so polite, kind of like he was trying to make up for the three days of the month that he was an animal.
Lily watched the parade of emotions cross Peter's face. Puzzlement, frustration, worry, confusion, the emotional turmoil was clear on his face. Something was definitely up, why was Peter so tense? Lily finally noticed that he was watching something. Lily followed his gaze. Not something, someone. 'Why on earth is Peter watching Remus?' Lily thought to herself. She shook her head and decided to think more about it later, right now she wanted to listen to the story that James and Sirius were telling about Professor Savage and a singing rat.
Peter felt Lily's gaze upon him. 'Great! She's probably getting suspicious.' Peter thought dejectedly. He continued to watch Remus, a few suggestions about what could be going on swirling in his head. As dinner progressed Remus began to relax, Peter wasn't sure but he thought that Remus kept glancing at the entrance to the Great Hall, but he wasn't sure what Remus was waiting for, they were all here except for Harry. 'Harry!!' Peter quickly squashed his excitement, he didn't want to raise suspicion. Peter quickly went through all they had learned today. Patrick hadn't heard anything about an exchange student and neither had the Prefects. Except for Georgia Acosta, she had overheard Professor Dumbledore and Professor Chant talking about some sort of Reverse potion. Peter had to remember to look it up, she had also heard them mention Harry. But other than that, no one knew anything about Harry, including where he had come from. Peter's thoughts were broken when Lily poked him in the shoulder. Sirius and James were laughing so hard that they were falling out of their chairs, Lily was hiding a smirk and Remus was looking slightly worried. A slight pink tinged Peter's cheeks as he looked at the three boys across the table. "What?" he asked, slightly grouchy because he hadn't been getting anywhere with all the questions he had. Sirius and James continued to laugh while Lily leaned over and whispered in his ear. "We've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes." Peter blushed and looked at James who was still laughing. Remus cracked a smile, his eyes still held their worried look but he was trying. Sirius fell out of his chair and Lily started to giggle. Seeing all his friends laughing Peter laughed as well, forgetting, at least for the moment, that anything out of the ordinary had happened.
About ten minutes later Professor Chant announced that everyone was to report back to their common rooms and were not allowed to leave until morning. Their Heads would come and check up on them. Grumbling all the way, the Gryffindors made their way to the portrait of the Fat Lady. They all piled in and most of the first, second and third years' made their way up to the dorms to get their homework done while the seventh years' tried to use this extra time to study for the NEWTs. James, Lily, Remus and Sirius sat down in armchairs by the fire while Peter made an excuse and hurried up to the dorms. Lily looked after him as he practically ran up the stairs. She turned to James, "Jimmy, dear, do you notice anything different with Peter?" James made a face at the despised nick name, but thought the question through. "I don't think so, but I haven't been paying much attention to him. He did have that good idea, that was pretty unusual." Lily swatted his shoulder as Sirius and Remus cracked smiles. "That's not what I meant, silly. And Peter is really smart when he sets his mind to it. He's just lazy sometimes."
"Oh, now who's insulting innocent little Peter?" James asked her with a smirk on his face. Lily hit him on the shoulder again as the Peanut Gallery cracked up. Their laughter was interrupted when Professor McGonagall came into the common room. She stood, imposing at the entrance as she shot red sparks into the air. Everyone was silenced as they turned to face their pale teacher. She cleared her throat and swallowed. "Everyone! I have an annoucment. I ask you please do not panic. We have everything under control. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named attacked Hogsmeade today. He was stopped but he has gone missing so I ask you to all stay in your common room this evening until I come to collect you tomorrow. You are not to go anywhere without a teacher accompanying you. Quidditch is also canceled until further notice." Groans were heard from several people, the Marauders included. Professor McGonagall shot them disapproving glares as she continued with her speech, "Anyone who is caught alone without a teacher will be brought in front of the Headmaster for punishment. And please, try to get into bed at a reasonable hour. Goodnight." She finished and left, her black robes swishing behind her. Lily, James and Sirius looked over to where Remus was siting in the armchair. A slow smile developed on Lily's face. "Say, Remus. Do you know where Harry is? I need to ask him about the homework for classes. Do you know where I could find him?" Without really thinking Remus answered. "Sorry Lil, he's in the hospital wing. I don't think you can ask him about the potions homewo-" realization struck Remus. They hadn't had potions with Harry yet. "Lily, you can't talk to him! He's unconscious! Promise me you'll stay here tonight!" Lily gave him a smirk. "Don't worry your pretty little head, Remy! I won't go anywhere alone tonight" Remus relaxed, then realized what she'd promised. "Lil-" he began but she just giggled and sprinted off to the girls dorm, leaving Remus speechless and James and Sirius doubled over in laughter.
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After McGonagall left the Gryffindor Common room she went to her office to grade papers, it always relaxed her and right now she needed to relax. Today she had learned that Harry Granger, was not only from the future but James Potter's son! Whom Voldemort was after because of some vendetta. It was all too much for the woman. She needed answers! So instead of going to her office she went to the Headmaster's, but all she found in the circular room was Fawks who was looking dreadful. "Must be almost burning day." she mused out loud as she headed once again to her office. On her way she meet up with Professor Chant, "Minerva, how are you?" he asked the elder woman who was looking decidedly white. "I'm fine Christopher, just a little tired. It's been an eventful day." Christopher smiled, "That it has , that it has. I was looking for the Headmaster, have you seen him?" Professor McGonagall frowned, "No, I was just looking for him. He's not in his office and I really do need to talk to him." Christopher noted the worried look she wore and tried to calm her. "I'm sure he's just out thinking, you know just as well as any of us that he'll often disappear at night and not be seen till morning. He's probably just off thinking somewhere, if I see him I'll tell him that you're looking for him." Professor McGonagall smiled, "Thank you Christopher, I should go grade my papers. I'll see you in the morning." and she strode down the corridor leaving behind a very worried Potions master.
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Madam Pomfrey came into the hospital wing after dinner and saw the Headmaster at Harry's bedside, holding his hand as they both slumbered. She smiled at the pair, thinking how both looked so innocent in sleep while when they were awake they looked as if they carried the weight of the world on their shoulders. It was one of the things that struck her as odd. Harry Potter, the child of two of the most fun-loving people at Hogwarts had the look that a man at least ten times his age carried. It made Poppy wonder what Harry had been through to get that look. He also looked pale and thin, almost like he was underfed and shut up all day, but he must have lots of friends, always playing Quidditch. Poppy Pomfrey looked at the sleeping pair one last time before she went into her office leaving them to sleep. She sat at her desk and drew out 'The Book of Rare and Bizarre Magical Ailments' and looked up any illness that had the side effect of a dull red glow. She searched that book and others for hours but came up empty handed. Whatever Harry had it wasn't listed in any book. She glanced up at the clock. The hand was pointing at 'Shouldn't you be in bed' roughly 2 am. Poppy let out a frustrated sigh, what was wrong with Harry? The Headmaster most likely knew, but that was no help seeing he was asleep and rarely told anyone anything unless it was absolutely crucial to whatever that person was doing. "He can be as stubborn as a Hippogriff when he wasn't to be" she said, breaking the silence that had been reigning in the dark, stuffy office. Sending one more look at the clock that now read 'Get into bed you old crow!' she shuffled off to the door that joined her office to her living quarters. Leaving the door open a crack so she could hear what was going on in the infirmary she went and climbed into bed, not even bothering to change into pajamas.
She was woken about an hour later by a terror filled scream. Dashing from her bed, Poppy ran into the infirmary and was greeted by the site of Professor Dumbledore, looking quite undignified with his robes all rumpled and his beard uncombed, sitting haphazardly on the chair, clutching Harry's hand, a look of horror resting on the ancient features. Harry himself was sitting straight up in bed, rigid, his mouth still open in a silent scream, his eyes were filled with an amount of terror that frightened Poppy Pomfrey to her very core. He clutched the bed sheets with his free hand, blood streamed down his face from the gapping scar on his forehead.
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A/N: I need you people to tell me if this chapter was as horrible as I think it was. And I know, I'm back to cliffhangers. It was just so hard to quit and there's no gum or patch to help people with cliffie addictions. I'll just have to start up a self help group. I hope that this came out quick enough for some people.
I've got some new stories, not as many as last chapter mind you. I don't own any of these stories. They belong to J.K. Rowling and their respective authors. So don't sue.
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