Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
by Caitlyn
Chapter 15- Welcome to the Past
Im sorry it took so long..Im in one play, producing another, and Im dating. I have a serious ish! :)
"You look terrible.."Draco commented, and Harry managed a small grin, before opening the book in front of him, scanning the paragraphs tiredly before glancing up at Draco, annoyed.
"This is completely pointless.."he muttered,"I don't know what it means...nothing in here refers to prophetic dreams, not even a little of it..."he closed the book with a large slap, earning a glare from Madam Piece.
"Sorry.."he muttered quietly.
"Has Dumbledore said anything..."Draco said, and Harry tried to avoid the subject, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"No..I don't think he will, Draco.."he said vaguely, opening another book, looking downward.
"Why?"
"Because I didn't tell him, and I don't intend to.."Harry responded simply.
"What?" Draco realized his voice was too high in volume immediately, and cleared his thought,"Why didn't you tell him when I told you to?" Harry shook his head.
"Yes, that would be a lovely conversation...'Professor Dumbledore, I'd just like to let you know that I really didn't intend to slit my wrists..but I forced myself to!'" he rolled his eyes,"It still doesn't make any sense to me, Draco..."he glanced out the window,"It's almost time for breakfast, you'd better get to the Great Hall, get something to eat..."
"Look who's talking.."he looked up at him, and took off his glasses, massaging his temples,"I'll see you after class, Draco..at the meeting..."
"You going to keep on studying this way?"
"It's going a lot faster..you know it's what I need to know..."he trailed off, and opened another book, taking notes.
"Well, I'll be back after Potions..."he said quietly, and left Harry alone in the library, the sun peeking weakly through the windows, casting an eerie glow over the entire area he was sitting in.
"I guess I'd better get dressed..."he waited until everyone was in the Great Hall, and made his way to a portrait door, opening it with a wave of his wand, and entering what looked like a mall apartment, setting his notes down on the coffee table and throwing floo powder into the fire, summoned a name,"Sirius Black.."he muttered, and his head appeared into the fire.
"Morning, Harry.."he said brightly,"How are you?" Harry shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"Do you have any more curse books?" he asked quietly, and Sirius passed them through the fire, Harry grabbing them.
"What about prophesies?" he asked quietly, and Sirius looked at him strangely.
"I think you have too much time on your hands..and I don't think we're supposed to know about our futures...why don't you go and ask Trillion..."he said, smirking, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Thank you.."he said sarcastically, and watched Sirius's head disappear into the fire.
It was later that morning that Draco found himself in Potions, staring at Hermione from across the room.
"Let's see...Granger with...Malfoy..."he smirked at them, and Hermione came to take a seat next to him, giving him a small smile.
"Good morning.."he said quietly, and he grabbed her hand under the table.
"What time did you get to sleep.."she started, and he grabbed his potion ingredients, staring to cut them up.
"Draco, I didn't see you at breakfast.."
"I didn't sleep last night, I was helping him.."he muttered, and she squeezed his hand.
"How is he?" she asked quietly.
"He's exhausted..."Draco said simply, and looked up at the door when Remus entered, a strange look on his face, and shot a glance in Draco's direction before walking up to the desk.
"Lupin...what is the meaning of th-"he grabbed his robes and forced him outside.
About the same time, Draco glanced down at the ring on his finger, and saw the stone glowing, wincing as his ring heated up.
"I've got to go..okay?" he asked, and Hermione glanced down at his ring.
"What's that?" she asked quietly, and he got up, grabbing his bag.
"I'll see you at dinner.."he said quietly, and got up, grabbing his wand, and opening the door r, staring at Lupin and Snape.
"What's going on?"he asked quietly, and Snape stared at him.
"Your friend is in a great deal of trouble, that's what's going on, Malfoy.."
"Remus?"
"He's in the hospital wing...he collapsed...this morning..."
"Again.."Draco said quietly, and Snape nodded.
"So, I'll make him more potion, and you get Granger..."Snape said simply,"There's a meeting upstairs in Dumbledore's office.."
"So, you've decided then..."Draco said quietly, and walked back into the classroom.
"Hermione, could you come with me for a moment.."he said quietly, and she nodded, Hannah, Justin, and Neville following.
"What's going on?" they all asked at once.
"The three of you....there's a meeting in Dumbledore's office, he'd like you to attend...you aught to go quickly, something going on, I know it."he stopped at the corner of the hallway, and turned to Hermione,"Hermione, there's a lot of things I need to explain to you..."he started, walking at a brisk pace.
When Harry woke up, it felt as if a sledgehammer was pounding away at the inside of his skull. He groaned, rolling over, and sat up, wincing at the heat from his ring,the sun blaring in his face.
"That's lovely.."he muttered, and groaned inwardly as he realized he was in the hospital wing,"Not again."he sat up, and groaned, falling back onto the covers, and made an inner struggle to get out of the bed and sit up on the edge, putting his glasses on, and staring down at his clothes, which were the same he was wearing the day before.
"At least I haven't been out that long.."he said to himself, and took a sip of the water that was on his bedside table.
"And that's it..."he heard Draco's voice.
"So, there really is an Order of the Pheonix? I thought it was just a legend, and even if it wasn't.."
"That after they died it would've stopped?" Draco took in a breath,"I'm not the one that's willing to put you in danger...but it's your decision...we aren't really expected to survive past our eighteenth birthdays..."
"I'm going to do it...what was that one of us said at Halloween? Two heads are better than one?"she grinned, and let Draco put the ring on her finger.
"Do you think he's okay?" Hermione added a second later, and Harry opened the curtains, staring at them
"I'm fine..."he muttered, and gave Hermione a small smile,"Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, Herm...."she hugged him.
"We were so worried..and you're not fine...and thank you..."she sat back in her chair.
"Look, Harry, you're sick.."
"Yes, I do realize this..."he responded,"Are you two like Mr. And Mrs. states the obvious?"
"Oh shut up, Harry..."Hermione responded, "But, for whatever reason....Dumbledore says that you're not going back to classes this semester...so...you're going to have to stay in here..."
"In here!" he said, agitated,"What the bloody hell can I get accomplished in HERE!"
"We're not supposed to be in here...madam Pomfrey will have us thrown out, so mind your tounge, will you?" Hermione snapped, and her gaze softened,"He's going to let you go back into Sirius and Remuses apartments, but you have to stay in bed..you're not allowed to roam around the castle at all..everything will be brought to you..."
"Is this for my health or for my safety?" Harry asked,"Dueling with Voldemort isn't a problem..."
"Well, your health is..."Draco said.
"I'm not a seventy year old man, I'm a fifteen year old boy.."
'I'm just a kid...' Not for much longer....he shivered, and looked up at them.
"Oh, all right..I'll stay in the stupid apartments..okay?" they nodded, apparently pleased with the outcome, and Harry rolled his eyes, laying back in bed,"It's better than having to see Her everyday.."he added, and they glanced at each other.
"She's upset, Harry, and she has a right to be..you don't tell her anything about what's going on..."he sat back and pondered the situation, not noticing that she was standing in the doorway, listening.
"Yes..it would be so wonderful to tell her that I've been having dreams about my death and that my future self got me to slit my writs so he could warn me that my life was going to be a living hell.."
"Normal is insanity if this is my reality.."he commented a second later, and turned to look at them.
"Have either of you done any research?" he questioned, and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Harry, you're worse than me!"she exclaimed.
"What will come, will come, and we'll have to face it when it does.."Draco reminded him, and he nodded.
"Okay..."he said quietly, "Is there a meeting?"
"You can't go to the meeting..."Draco said quietly, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Do you honestly think I'm going to skip out on the meetings..I RUN the bloody meetings.."he got up, and stumbled.
"You need to rest before you can run again.."Hermione said informational, and Harry sent her a look that could kill.
"I'm going to that bloody meeting if I die halfway up the stairs to his office.."
They never got to his office. Or at least Harry didn't. One minute he was walking, and the next, it seemed as if he was whirling through a ball of different colors. When he woke up, he was in the hospital wing again, and he took a minute to consider having a bed always reserved for him when he realized that something was different. Something was off.
He was staring at himself, who was staring back at him, puzzled.
"Who the hell are you?" the boy that looked so much like him was about sixteen years old, and had most of the same genetic traits, except for dark brown eyes and the absence of the scar on his forehead. Harry was looking at his father for the third time in his memory.
"Wow..."he glanced over at a younger version of his Godfather, and yelled aloud, scooting back towards the headboard.
"This can't be happening..."he muttered.
"Oh my god..."Harry was staring at James, a mixture of horror and puzzlement on his face, and Sirius laughed, causing Harry to divert his attention to him.
"He's not that scary looking.."Sirius said to Harry, and he got up, sprinting down the hallway, panting by the time he got to Dumbledore's office.
"Oh no.."he took out the Marauder's Map, and tapped it three times.
"I solely swear that I am up to no good.."he muttered, and looked closely at the map,"Oh...Sugar Quill.." before it sprung open, a chubby hand grabbed his shoulder, and he whipped around, his wand at the ready.
"Why do you have the Marauder's Map.."he was short, and fat, and had little beady eyes, and harry instantly knew who he was.
"Even if I knew how it ended up in my pocket I wouldn't tell you.."Harry spat, and covered his mouth,"I shouldn't of said that.."
"Who are you?" Sirius asked, and Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm not so sure that I know anymore.."he responded, and the gargoyle closed behind him as he went up the stairs nervously.
"Hello, Professor?" When Dumbledore looked up, he was so much younger, and lacked so much of a beard, that Harry did a double take.
"I was wondering when something odd would happen.."he said merrily, the ever present twinkle in his eyes,"Two weeks and not a single thing..and yet here you are..have a seat..Mr..."
Harry just stared at him, in wonder.