1 Hello once again! Again, the newest chapter took longer than I thought.
Arrggg!
2 I wonder if I'll ever find enough time to finish a chapter on time?
Anyway, I hope you are still with me and as always I would be more than interested to hear what you think.
Now, have fun!
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4 THE CHAOS BEGINS
4.1 From: Caius Julius
Chapter 15: Home Again
The first thing Harry noticed was a bird's chirping and immediately afterwards something fluffy rubbing against his cheek.
"Fawkes?" he asked.
The bird chirped in reply.
Harry smiled and carefully stroked the phoenix who was sitting on his shoulder. The bird obviously didn't care that Harry still bore the appearance of Bransom.
"Hello Fawkes," Lupin said, smiling at the bird. The phoenix tilted his head, chirped again - as if greeting Lupin in return - but remained on Harry's shoulder.
"He's obviously quite fond of you, Harry," Lupin remarked, grinning.
"The feeling is mutual, Remus, isn't it, Fawkes?"
*chirp*
They were inside Dumbledore's office, or rather in the room behind it. Right there, where their adventure had begun only two hours ago.
From the next room were Harry assumed the Headmaster was waiting, they heard low voices.
Suddenly, a seat was being pushed back and footsteps could be heard. The door opened and in came Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, I thought it was you!" He closed the door and came to greet them.
"Now that you are here, I trust everything went fine?"
"Generally, yes," Lupin answered.
"Generally? Hmmm..." Dumbledore thought for a moment.
"Well, we'll talk about that, but first I believe you want to change back into your old selves, don't you? I've seen enough of Mr. Bransom and Mr. Conald already. I certainly don't need them twice!"
With that he took two small bottles out of his pocket. Inside was a potion that looked exactly like the one Mr. Malfoy had used earlier.
Harry frowned at Lupin who confirmed his suspicions with a nod.
If the Headmaster noticed their strange behaviour he didn't let it show. Instead, he waited until both Harry and Lupin had drunken their potion and were finally turning back into their very own appearances.
When they were done, Harry and Lupin followed Dumbledore into the room where Bransom and Conald were being guarded.
***
It took them only a few minutes to explain what had happened. That was fortunate, because Bransom and Conald had to return to the ministry to report the outcome of their interrogation. Thus, as soon as Harry and Lupin were finished, the Headmaster cast an Oblivio-spell upon the two ministry men. Now, the only thing left to do was to explain to them what exactly they had been doing at Azkaban. As soon as Dumbledore was convinced Bransom and Conald were taking Harry's and Lupin's memories for their own, they were sent back to London, accompanied by Sirus Black. He - once again in his dog-form - was to make sure that the two of them really had bought the story. Fortunately - and not unexpectedly - the Headmaster's plan turned out to have worked faultlessly.
***
"Now, Harry," Dumbledore said as soon as Sirius and his prisoners had left the office via Portkey, "I hope you understand how important that mission was. I am terribly sorry that you had to be involved in this affair but there simply was no other way."
The sparkle in the Headmaster's eyes was still there but somehow Harry got the impression that a certain sadness was lying over it. Horrible as the experiences in Azkaban had been, Harry simply couldn't be hold them against Dumbledore. After all, the Headmaster was right: there hadn't been anyone else to go but he. Besides, it had all turned out exactly as planned. Despite his doubts, Harry had been able to act like the real Bransom - at least he had convinced Peer and Malfoy. Not even Snape had said anything sarcastic about his performance. Then again, the Potions Master hadn't been in any condition to criticise him.
"Sir," Harry begun. "I… well, what I want to say is, ehm, to describe this trip as easy and no problem at all would probably be the greatest understatement ever, but I know this was the only possibility and I also have a good guess what would have happened to Sn- I mean Professor Snape and our cause if we hadn't been there today. Although I cannot say I liked being in Mr. Malfoy's presence I am perfectly glad that I have gone to Azkaban instead of Bransom."
The Headmaster smiled at him.
"Harry, I cannot thank you enough for what you did today and I am the more pleased to hear that you understand the importance of today's events. Unfortunately, I cannot give you or Gryffindor any credit for your bravery."
Harry smiled at Dumbledore to show him that this fact didn't matter although deep down he had to admit that he was a bit disappointed. The Headmaster was right, though. That was the disadvantage of being a "special agent" – you never got credit for anything. Still, he would have liked to get some praise. Well, Dumbledore's thanks would have to be enough.
A thought occurred to him. Wasn't this exactly what Snape was going through, being a spy for the good cause and all? Even worse – there were more than just a few who suspected the Potions Master of favouring the Dark Side (Harry himself had been one of those not too long ago). How must he feel when he knew he was constantly risking his life and still people were despising him? Harry shook his head briefly. He hoped Snape was finally getting better, now that he was in the infirmary at Azkaban.
"Sir, there's one more thing." Harry said. "What shall I tell Ron and Hermione? I cannot leave them in the dark completely, can I? After all, they know part of this scheme and, well, sooner or later they're bound to find out…"
Dumbledore stroked his beard and looked at Lupin but the former professor only grinned slightly at him, not giving any suggestion in the matter.
"I see your point, Harry," the Headmaster finally said. "Well, since I have the utmost confidence in both Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger I trust I can count on them to keep our secret?" His eyes were twinkling once more.
Harry smiled.
"Thank you, Sir. Of course you can!" He grinned broadly. At least now he didn't have to hide all these things from them anymore. Then, another thought hit him and he frowned.
"Is there anything else, Harry?" Dumbledore asked gently.
"Well, yes. What are you going to do about Professor Snape and the Azkaban matter? I know, it's probably 'top secret' stuff, but I cannot leave it here, you see. I mean Snape was really desperate. You'd think the Death Eaters would storm Azkaban any minute. Surely there's something to be done about it, isn't there?"
Dumbledore sighed heavily and gave Harry a sad smile.
"I am afraid, Harry, that there's nothing for us to do except wait. You see, we knew Voldemort would target Azkaban, only we didn't think he was up to it just yet. There's been no word about an attack so soon. And I must admit I don't know if Cornelius Fudge can be trusted nowadays. At least some of his advisors are more than questionable. I cannot simply go to Cornelius and warn him about an immediate attack without giving away our source. Besides, even if I did I hardly believe I could convince him to get an appropriate number of Aurors ready to prevent the assault. We can but wait and hope that somehow things will turn out right, now that Severus' cover is once again secured. I am sorry, Harry, but that's how things are."
Again, he smiled sadly at Harry.
"Thank you, Sir," Harry said. "Somehow I feared that might be the case. It will be hard to just sit there and wait for the inevitable to happen…"
He looked at the window for a few seconds, but since it was late he couldn't see anything. He turned back to Dumbledore.
"Can I return to my dorm now? I must say I am more than tired."
Lupin laughed.
"Off with you! If anyone has earned his sleep today it's you, Harry. We'll keep in touch. And say 'Hi' to Ron and Hermione from me, will you? Try to keep their curiosity at bay until tomorrow morning, ok? I wouldn't want you to stay up all night to explain everything – there's enough time for that tomorrow, alright?"
He winked at Harry who nodded.
"Yes, Sir!" Waving good-bye to Dumbledore, he left.
It was over. Finally, with this last step, his mission was complete. Nothing seemed more desirable right now than to return to Gryffindor Tower and have a good night's sleep – if he could get past Ron and Hermione.
Harry was just about to enter the common room when he remembered something. He had been so eager to get away from the Headmaster's office (not because he disliked Dumbledore but because he wanted to get rid of this mission) that he had forgotten to ask something. What about Snape? Although Harry was almost sure the Potions Master's acting had been exactly that: an act, he still had some doubts about the matter. The simple question 'what if' that seemed to badger him quite often once again filled his thoughts.
What if Snape hadn't told them the truth? Could he really have survived this long without giving himself and Dumbledore's whole scheme away? Was he truly on their side?
Harry shook his head, wishing the voices in his head would stop. At least about the last question there was no doubt – Dumbledore swore Snape was loyal and if the Headmaster was so sure about it, Harry just knew it had to be right. He simply had to hope the same was true for his former thoughts. Simply…
However, any other thoughts in that direction were immediately interrupted because Harry suddenly found himself surrounded by Ron and Hermione.
"Harry," Hermione said, "Finally! We were beginning to wonder if you'd come back at all today."
"Yeah," Ron said, patting Harry on the shoulder. "Where have you been? How could you stay away so long? I was beginning to die of boredom because Hermione kept on and on about how we have to learn for the O.W.L.'s and how she was sooo wonderful at teaching - Ouch! Hermione, that hurt!" rubbing his arm where Hermione had hit him.
"Hrmpf!" she said in faked outrage. "It was meant to hurt. After all, I am a good teacher! Ask the first years." That, of course, was accompanied by a mischievous grin that let Ron and Harry know she wasn't too serious about that statement.
Ron only rolled his eyes.
"Whatever," Hermione said finally, turning again to Harry.
"Where have you been? We were beginning to worry about you."
Now what? Lupin had suggested that he tell them tomorrow but he couldn't say 'I've been away on a secret trip for the Headmaster. To be continued tomorrow after breakfast.' Ron and Hermione staring at him didn't make the matter easier.
"Well," he began, "I've been away – but of course, you know that already. Ehm, you know, well, it's not that easy to explain." He sighed. To hell with Lupin's well-meant caution. What's done is done, so let's get over with it!
Sighing once again, Harry began to explain. First about his dreams and what Dumbledore had decided to do about Snape. Then, his own part of the mission of visiting the Potions Master in Azkaban and how that had worked out. Ron and Hermione listened the whole time, only once or twice asking questions, but Harry didn't answer them before he had finished his account.
When he was done with his explanations and had answered all his friend's inquiries (otherwise, there are too many 'ions') to their satisfaction he was more than exhausted – also, it was already very late, or rather very early in the morning. Ok, maybe Lupin had been right with his advice to wait until the next day before telling the whole story. Alas, but at least he was finally done.
For a few seconds, neither Ron nor Hermione said anything. They only looked sadly at Harry, which unnerved him greatly.
"Well," Hermione said at last. "We thought you were up to something Harry, and we surely had our guesses about what that might be…"
"Yeah," Ron admitted. "But you can be sure we never thought about a trip to Azkaban of all places! Weren't you afraid or anything?"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Come on Ron, didn't you listen to him? Of course he was afraid. This is Azkaban we're talking about. Really!"
Ron blushed. "Sorry, Harry."
Harry grinned.
"nothing to be sorry for, Ron, really. This may sound a bit strange but you know, once the whole thing started I simply didn't have time to feel scared. Granted, when I learned that this ministry guy was in fact Lucius Malfoy I was more than a little terrified. But thankfully that went over quite smoothly."
Hermione smirked.
"Well, I believe Mr. Malfoy is just too overconfident in himself. Not that this is a bad thing. Snape certainly was able to take an advantage out of it."
Harry sighed heavily, remembering the scene.
"You're probably right, Herm. After all, Malfoy was pleased with the effects his torturing session had on Snape." He shuddered. "I guess he's congratulating himself just now on how well he handled the situation. Bastard!"
Ron lay an arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Hey, it's over. You'll not allow Malfoy to get through to you, will you? After all it was you who's fooled him, not the other way around. Just try to keep that in mind."
Harry smiled faintly at him.
"Thanks, Ron. I really appreciate your help. And I know you are right, of course, but the whole thing has just been, well, too much, I guess."
Hermione patted his arm.
"That's ok, Harry, really. And you know, if you want to talk about anything, you can always come to us."
Now Harry gave his friends a full smile. He had known he could count on them. After all they were right. Lupin and him had handled the situation extremely well considering the circumstances. Yes, he had every right to be proud of their work. If that meant they couldn't get for it because of the mission's top-secret status, well, so be it.
Harry smirked. There was one thing, however, that would be worth a thousand house points: When he was finally free and back at Hogwarts, Snape would have to thank Harry. Of course he'd never do it out of his own will, Harry guessed, but Dumbledore would make him. That would be the day! Maybe he could borrow Colin's camera to take a picture?
That thought in mind, Harry felt better immediately. Having discussed everything in great detail, Harry and his two friends decided that it was time to go to bed – the sun would be rising in a few hours already and they hadn't slept a minute, yet.
Thus, they bid each other good night and for once Harry slept really peaceful without unnerving nightmares at all, now that his time as secret agent was over.
Little did he know that this wasn't the last time he had participated in this particular operation…
TBC…
Well, now that Harry is finally back at Hogwarts will he get some rest or will there be another mission waiting for him? What about Azkaban and Voldemort's plan to take it? You'll get the answer to these and other questions in the next chapters…
I hope it's worth the wait.
Caius
2 I wonder if I'll ever find enough time to finish a chapter on time?
Anyway, I hope you are still with me and as always I would be more than interested to hear what you think.
Now, have fun!
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4 THE CHAOS BEGINS
4.1 From: Caius Julius
Chapter 15: Home Again
The first thing Harry noticed was a bird's chirping and immediately afterwards something fluffy rubbing against his cheek.
"Fawkes?" he asked.
The bird chirped in reply.
Harry smiled and carefully stroked the phoenix who was sitting on his shoulder. The bird obviously didn't care that Harry still bore the appearance of Bransom.
"Hello Fawkes," Lupin said, smiling at the bird. The phoenix tilted his head, chirped again - as if greeting Lupin in return - but remained on Harry's shoulder.
"He's obviously quite fond of you, Harry," Lupin remarked, grinning.
"The feeling is mutual, Remus, isn't it, Fawkes?"
*chirp*
They were inside Dumbledore's office, or rather in the room behind it. Right there, where their adventure had begun only two hours ago.
From the next room were Harry assumed the Headmaster was waiting, they heard low voices.
Suddenly, a seat was being pushed back and footsteps could be heard. The door opened and in came Albus Dumbledore.
"Ah, I thought it was you!" He closed the door and came to greet them.
"Now that you are here, I trust everything went fine?"
"Generally, yes," Lupin answered.
"Generally? Hmmm..." Dumbledore thought for a moment.
"Well, we'll talk about that, but first I believe you want to change back into your old selves, don't you? I've seen enough of Mr. Bransom and Mr. Conald already. I certainly don't need them twice!"
With that he took two small bottles out of his pocket. Inside was a potion that looked exactly like the one Mr. Malfoy had used earlier.
Harry frowned at Lupin who confirmed his suspicions with a nod.
If the Headmaster noticed their strange behaviour he didn't let it show. Instead, he waited until both Harry and Lupin had drunken their potion and were finally turning back into their very own appearances.
When they were done, Harry and Lupin followed Dumbledore into the room where Bransom and Conald were being guarded.
***
It took them only a few minutes to explain what had happened. That was fortunate, because Bransom and Conald had to return to the ministry to report the outcome of their interrogation. Thus, as soon as Harry and Lupin were finished, the Headmaster cast an Oblivio-spell upon the two ministry men. Now, the only thing left to do was to explain to them what exactly they had been doing at Azkaban. As soon as Dumbledore was convinced Bransom and Conald were taking Harry's and Lupin's memories for their own, they were sent back to London, accompanied by Sirus Black. He - once again in his dog-form - was to make sure that the two of them really had bought the story. Fortunately - and not unexpectedly - the Headmaster's plan turned out to have worked faultlessly.
***
"Now, Harry," Dumbledore said as soon as Sirius and his prisoners had left the office via Portkey, "I hope you understand how important that mission was. I am terribly sorry that you had to be involved in this affair but there simply was no other way."
The sparkle in the Headmaster's eyes was still there but somehow Harry got the impression that a certain sadness was lying over it. Horrible as the experiences in Azkaban had been, Harry simply couldn't be hold them against Dumbledore. After all, the Headmaster was right: there hadn't been anyone else to go but he. Besides, it had all turned out exactly as planned. Despite his doubts, Harry had been able to act like the real Bransom - at least he had convinced Peer and Malfoy. Not even Snape had said anything sarcastic about his performance. Then again, the Potions Master hadn't been in any condition to criticise him.
"Sir," Harry begun. "I… well, what I want to say is, ehm, to describe this trip as easy and no problem at all would probably be the greatest understatement ever, but I know this was the only possibility and I also have a good guess what would have happened to Sn- I mean Professor Snape and our cause if we hadn't been there today. Although I cannot say I liked being in Mr. Malfoy's presence I am perfectly glad that I have gone to Azkaban instead of Bransom."
The Headmaster smiled at him.
"Harry, I cannot thank you enough for what you did today and I am the more pleased to hear that you understand the importance of today's events. Unfortunately, I cannot give you or Gryffindor any credit for your bravery."
Harry smiled at Dumbledore to show him that this fact didn't matter although deep down he had to admit that he was a bit disappointed. The Headmaster was right, though. That was the disadvantage of being a "special agent" – you never got credit for anything. Still, he would have liked to get some praise. Well, Dumbledore's thanks would have to be enough.
A thought occurred to him. Wasn't this exactly what Snape was going through, being a spy for the good cause and all? Even worse – there were more than just a few who suspected the Potions Master of favouring the Dark Side (Harry himself had been one of those not too long ago). How must he feel when he knew he was constantly risking his life and still people were despising him? Harry shook his head briefly. He hoped Snape was finally getting better, now that he was in the infirmary at Azkaban.
"Sir, there's one more thing." Harry said. "What shall I tell Ron and Hermione? I cannot leave them in the dark completely, can I? After all, they know part of this scheme and, well, sooner or later they're bound to find out…"
Dumbledore stroked his beard and looked at Lupin but the former professor only grinned slightly at him, not giving any suggestion in the matter.
"I see your point, Harry," the Headmaster finally said. "Well, since I have the utmost confidence in both Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger I trust I can count on them to keep our secret?" His eyes were twinkling once more.
Harry smiled.
"Thank you, Sir. Of course you can!" He grinned broadly. At least now he didn't have to hide all these things from them anymore. Then, another thought hit him and he frowned.
"Is there anything else, Harry?" Dumbledore asked gently.
"Well, yes. What are you going to do about Professor Snape and the Azkaban matter? I know, it's probably 'top secret' stuff, but I cannot leave it here, you see. I mean Snape was really desperate. You'd think the Death Eaters would storm Azkaban any minute. Surely there's something to be done about it, isn't there?"
Dumbledore sighed heavily and gave Harry a sad smile.
"I am afraid, Harry, that there's nothing for us to do except wait. You see, we knew Voldemort would target Azkaban, only we didn't think he was up to it just yet. There's been no word about an attack so soon. And I must admit I don't know if Cornelius Fudge can be trusted nowadays. At least some of his advisors are more than questionable. I cannot simply go to Cornelius and warn him about an immediate attack without giving away our source. Besides, even if I did I hardly believe I could convince him to get an appropriate number of Aurors ready to prevent the assault. We can but wait and hope that somehow things will turn out right, now that Severus' cover is once again secured. I am sorry, Harry, but that's how things are."
Again, he smiled sadly at Harry.
"Thank you, Sir," Harry said. "Somehow I feared that might be the case. It will be hard to just sit there and wait for the inevitable to happen…"
He looked at the window for a few seconds, but since it was late he couldn't see anything. He turned back to Dumbledore.
"Can I return to my dorm now? I must say I am more than tired."
Lupin laughed.
"Off with you! If anyone has earned his sleep today it's you, Harry. We'll keep in touch. And say 'Hi' to Ron and Hermione from me, will you? Try to keep their curiosity at bay until tomorrow morning, ok? I wouldn't want you to stay up all night to explain everything – there's enough time for that tomorrow, alright?"
He winked at Harry who nodded.
"Yes, Sir!" Waving good-bye to Dumbledore, he left.
It was over. Finally, with this last step, his mission was complete. Nothing seemed more desirable right now than to return to Gryffindor Tower and have a good night's sleep – if he could get past Ron and Hermione.
Harry was just about to enter the common room when he remembered something. He had been so eager to get away from the Headmaster's office (not because he disliked Dumbledore but because he wanted to get rid of this mission) that he had forgotten to ask something. What about Snape? Although Harry was almost sure the Potions Master's acting had been exactly that: an act, he still had some doubts about the matter. The simple question 'what if' that seemed to badger him quite often once again filled his thoughts.
What if Snape hadn't told them the truth? Could he really have survived this long without giving himself and Dumbledore's whole scheme away? Was he truly on their side?
Harry shook his head, wishing the voices in his head would stop. At least about the last question there was no doubt – Dumbledore swore Snape was loyal and if the Headmaster was so sure about it, Harry just knew it had to be right. He simply had to hope the same was true for his former thoughts. Simply…
However, any other thoughts in that direction were immediately interrupted because Harry suddenly found himself surrounded by Ron and Hermione.
"Harry," Hermione said, "Finally! We were beginning to wonder if you'd come back at all today."
"Yeah," Ron said, patting Harry on the shoulder. "Where have you been? How could you stay away so long? I was beginning to die of boredom because Hermione kept on and on about how we have to learn for the O.W.L.'s and how she was sooo wonderful at teaching - Ouch! Hermione, that hurt!" rubbing his arm where Hermione had hit him.
"Hrmpf!" she said in faked outrage. "It was meant to hurt. After all, I am a good teacher! Ask the first years." That, of course, was accompanied by a mischievous grin that let Ron and Harry know she wasn't too serious about that statement.
Ron only rolled his eyes.
"Whatever," Hermione said finally, turning again to Harry.
"Where have you been? We were beginning to worry about you."
Now what? Lupin had suggested that he tell them tomorrow but he couldn't say 'I've been away on a secret trip for the Headmaster. To be continued tomorrow after breakfast.' Ron and Hermione staring at him didn't make the matter easier.
"Well," he began, "I've been away – but of course, you know that already. Ehm, you know, well, it's not that easy to explain." He sighed. To hell with Lupin's well-meant caution. What's done is done, so let's get over with it!
Sighing once again, Harry began to explain. First about his dreams and what Dumbledore had decided to do about Snape. Then, his own part of the mission of visiting the Potions Master in Azkaban and how that had worked out. Ron and Hermione listened the whole time, only once or twice asking questions, but Harry didn't answer them before he had finished his account.
When he was done with his explanations and had answered all his friend's inquiries (otherwise, there are too many 'ions') to their satisfaction he was more than exhausted – also, it was already very late, or rather very early in the morning. Ok, maybe Lupin had been right with his advice to wait until the next day before telling the whole story. Alas, but at least he was finally done.
For a few seconds, neither Ron nor Hermione said anything. They only looked sadly at Harry, which unnerved him greatly.
"Well," Hermione said at last. "We thought you were up to something Harry, and we surely had our guesses about what that might be…"
"Yeah," Ron admitted. "But you can be sure we never thought about a trip to Azkaban of all places! Weren't you afraid or anything?"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Come on Ron, didn't you listen to him? Of course he was afraid. This is Azkaban we're talking about. Really!"
Ron blushed. "Sorry, Harry."
Harry grinned.
"nothing to be sorry for, Ron, really. This may sound a bit strange but you know, once the whole thing started I simply didn't have time to feel scared. Granted, when I learned that this ministry guy was in fact Lucius Malfoy I was more than a little terrified. But thankfully that went over quite smoothly."
Hermione smirked.
"Well, I believe Mr. Malfoy is just too overconfident in himself. Not that this is a bad thing. Snape certainly was able to take an advantage out of it."
Harry sighed heavily, remembering the scene.
"You're probably right, Herm. After all, Malfoy was pleased with the effects his torturing session had on Snape." He shuddered. "I guess he's congratulating himself just now on how well he handled the situation. Bastard!"
Ron lay an arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Hey, it's over. You'll not allow Malfoy to get through to you, will you? After all it was you who's fooled him, not the other way around. Just try to keep that in mind."
Harry smiled faintly at him.
"Thanks, Ron. I really appreciate your help. And I know you are right, of course, but the whole thing has just been, well, too much, I guess."
Hermione patted his arm.
"That's ok, Harry, really. And you know, if you want to talk about anything, you can always come to us."
Now Harry gave his friends a full smile. He had known he could count on them. After all they were right. Lupin and him had handled the situation extremely well considering the circumstances. Yes, he had every right to be proud of their work. If that meant they couldn't get for it because of the mission's top-secret status, well, so be it.
Harry smirked. There was one thing, however, that would be worth a thousand house points: When he was finally free and back at Hogwarts, Snape would have to thank Harry. Of course he'd never do it out of his own will, Harry guessed, but Dumbledore would make him. That would be the day! Maybe he could borrow Colin's camera to take a picture?
That thought in mind, Harry felt better immediately. Having discussed everything in great detail, Harry and his two friends decided that it was time to go to bed – the sun would be rising in a few hours already and they hadn't slept a minute, yet.
Thus, they bid each other good night and for once Harry slept really peaceful without unnerving nightmares at all, now that his time as secret agent was over.
Little did he know that this wasn't the last time he had participated in this particular operation…
TBC…
Well, now that Harry is finally back at Hogwarts will he get some rest or will there be another mission waiting for him? What about Azkaban and Voldemort's plan to take it? You'll get the answer to these and other questions in the next chapters…
I hope it's worth the wait.
Caius