So here we have it…chapter 15

So here we have it…chapter 15. Over 400 reviews!! OMG!!! Thanks so much! And I am proud to say I now have 26 people on my list. Thanks you guys! Chapter 15…wow. I've written up to chapter 21 and have started on chapter 22…I might start posting them earlier on my list…*hinthint*

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Chapter Fifteen

Voices drifted strangely about Harry, cocooning him in a kind of surreal sense of safety.

"Is he alive…?"

"We can't bring in Dementors, they have a bad affect on…"

"Severus and Dumbledore should be here soon…"

"What happened…?"

Slowly he opened his eyes, and waited for the fuzzy ovals that he was sure were faces to slide into focus. Professor McGonagall, the Judge, Thomas, Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Snape stood over him, expressions of relief and concern on their faces.

"Ow," He said in a conversational tone. The Judge turned around and, looking at his watch briefly, proclaimed a break to give Harry time to compose himself and for lunch.

"I expect you all back here by half past one," He told everyone sternly as they filed out, before turning back towards the group gathered around Harry.

"How's he feeling?" He asked Professor Dumbledore, completely ignoring the fact that Harry was awake and could have replied.

"I feel like I've just been thrown into the sixth land of Owie and landed on my head," Harry said dryly, sitting up and rubbing his head. Professor Dumbledore sighed, but Harry saw his lip twitch slightly, and knew he was fighting the urge to laugh.

"How did you do that young man?" The Judge asked, curiosity filling his eyes.

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat at this point, and suggested that they get some lunch and make sure that Harry was all right.

"We can talk about that later on," He told the Judge, who agreed, albeit reluctantly.

"Come on, Harry," Dumbledore guided him towards the door, and led him to a small café not far from the Courthouse.

"What happened?" Harry asked as Dumbledore ordered three butterbeers. Seeing that Professor Dumbledore could not answer the question since the man who was serving them had turned out to be an old pupil at Hogwarts, and was talking to Albus animatedly, Snape turned to Harry.

"As far as I know you threw your Uncle against the wall," He told Harry dryly, before thanking a woman who – when she noticed that the other waiter was not likely to finish speaking for quite some time and had brought over their butterbeers – and taking a sip. Harry did not look at all surprised; in fact he looked more as if a theory of his had been confirmed. After this small exchange the two sat and drank their butterbeers, waiting for the man to finish talking to Professor Dumbledore.

The conversation had carried on for ten minutes or so, and showed no sign of ending. Apparently the man was extremely interested in You-Know-Who's history, but luckily was not paying any attention to Harry, and had not recognised him. Because of this it was a great surprise when the man turned towards Harry, and looked intently at him before beginning to speak.

"Beware the Darkness, Survivor. It haunts you, and there is no escape save death for one. Trust no one except those tested and proven. It has begun…" The man shook his head, smiled vaguely at them, then walked away. Harry stared after him for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Why me?" He muttered, thumping his head against the table lightly.

"I hope you will remember what he told you, Harry," Dumbledore said, his eyes serious.

"What did he tell me? I already knew all of that, and I have only been trusting people I knew I could ever since I started at Hogwarts," Harry said, raising his head slightly to look at the Professor. Harry could have sworn he heard Snape snort slightly, but when he looked at him he was studying the bottom of his empty glass intently.

"That, however, is beside the point," Professor Dumbledore said, fixing Harry with his blue eyes. "Harry, how long have you been able to do that?"

"Do what?" Harry asked, slight confusion sneaking into his voice.

Snape rolled his eyes. "Magic without a wand, what else?"

"Ever since I was little, I just thought…Oh no…not another one…"

"Not another one what?" Snape asked, leaning toward the suddenly depressed Harry slightly. Harry waved his hand vaguely.

"Another one of them…you know, being a Parselmouth, Surviving Avada Kedavra, being able to talk to faeries…"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow slightly. "You can talk to faeries, Harry? Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Harry fidgeted slightly, looking embarrassed. "I was going to tell you, but then…"

His voice faded away, and he looked down at the table. Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"It's okay Harry, I understand. I think that you should try to learn more about these powers though and at least attempt to control them. It would be a great pity if you lost your temper with someone and I had to expel you as a result."

Harry paled slightly, and nodded. Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at him, before glancing at the clock on the roof of the Courthouse, and sighed.

"We still have a little time before we need to go back. Is there anywhere you want to go?"

Harry nodded. "I need some new supplies for school. Do you think I could get some?"

Dumbledore nodded, and motioned Harry to go off by himself. As they watched him head towards the Apothecary, Dumbledore sighed.

"What is it that he really wants with Harry, Severus?"

Snape shook his head. "I don't know. He is obsessed with the boy. He is convinced that Harry will defeat him if he doesn't get him first. It's the only thing on his mind right now. Conquering the world can go hang as far as he is concerned, as long as Harry is dead. Do you think he'll live past his Seventh year, Albus?"

Dumbledore frowned. "I don't know, Severus. I just don't know."

Fifteen minutes later the two Professors and Harry stood outside the Courthouse. Harry turned to Professor Dumbledore as they walked in, worry filling his eyes.

"Professor, what will happen if Vernon isn't found to be guilty?"

Albus glanced at the boy, before smiling. "Don't worry Harry, we have more than enough evidence to prove him guilty, and we can always appeal."

Harry nodded, doubt still in his eyes. "And if he is found guilty, what will happen to me? I'm pretty sure that Petunia and Dudley won't want me to stay with them."

Dumbledore stopped for a moment, and a kind of tiredness seemed to overtake him.

"That is for the Judge to decide, Harry."