"Are you completely sure?" Albus Dumbledore asked exasperatedly, looking hard at Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.
"Our Aurors don't lie, Albus..." Fudge said, shifting his weight and clearing his throat. "I don't know what more we can do, he is targeting your school and we have no leads as to why except that maybe this is about Harry again."
"Of course, of course...I will just have to make an announcement tonight to all the staff...no idea what to tell them exactly," Albus said, gazing down at the piece of parchment he had grabbed.
It was a letter from the ministry, stating the Voldemort had returned to power, just as everyone had feared.
"Maybe Harry is the one you should be consulting, Albus...the boy has a right to know that he is in danger."
"Yes yes...I will see what I can do."
~*~
Harry sat in the Gryffindor Commonroom, busily scribbling dates and events down on his Divinations calender. He had given up on taking his divinations homework seriously a long time ago, so everything that he had been predicting for the past 4 years had been bullshit, but at least professor Trewlany was lapping it up.
She had unsuccessfully predicted Harry's death as usual countless times before, and she had only in his history made one true prediction. Because of that, he had a little more respect for her then he used to.
"Are you still doing that?" a voice said from behind him. Harry turned around and saw Ron standing in the portrait hole. "It's a nice day out, why don't you come and take a walk?"
"This is due today Ron, I have to finish it." Harry said curtly, grinning at Ron in a kind of don't pity me way.
"Well, if you had done that when I had told you to -" Another voice had joined their conversation, before being abruptly cut off by Ron's hand.
"Oh shut it Hermione." Ron said, laughing as she slapped his hand away and hurried over to Harry.
"I would help you Harry, but I quit that dumb class a long time ago, it's so pointless!"
"Your telling me..." Harry was running flat out of ideas on how to predict his death.
"Try poisoned pumpkin juice."
Harry turned around and saw Olivia in the portrait hole, standing next to Ron. He smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Poisoned juice sounds good..." adding it to his paper, Harry shut his divinations book and shoved the parchment and his quill into his bag.
"Where have you been Olivia?" Hermione asked, her eyes thinning suspiciously.
"Oh...I was just in the library...talking with a friend." The last part had slipped. She realized her mistake immediately.
The three of them rounded on her, enclosing her, all with puzzled yet interested looks on their faces.
"Who?" they said at once, grinning deviantly at her.
"If I tell you, you must promise not to tell anyone or to make a fuss, okay?" Olivia said, her eyes serious.
"Right, tell us!" Ron said, a broad grin on his face.
"Tobias Young."
Ron's smile faded immediately. Hermione gaped at her in shock, and Harry blinked a few times, then attempted to clean his ears.
"Come again?" Harry said, after being completely sure any blockage was gone from his ear.
"Ugh I should have known you would take it the wrong way..." Olivia said, tears welling in her eyes. "Just leave me alone." she said again as she ran up to the girls dormitory, trying to conceal her tears.
A loud bang told them that the door had been shut and that they had definately heard the right name.
"Harry? Dumbledore would like to see you for a moment."
Professor McGonagall had entered the room with an extremely stressed look on her face. Harry looked up at the girls dormitory with great longing and turned to follow his head of house out of the common room.
Hermione and Ron looked at eachother and fell onto the sofas, oblivious to everything that had just happened.
~*~
"Harry, I feel it is my duty to warn you that Voldemort has returned."
Harry felt a stab of fear that numbed his heart and made him instinctively reach for his scar. "Are you...sure?" he stammered, his face turning a ghostly shade of white.
"I'm afraid so." Dumbledore confirmed, a dark shadow passing over his face. "He is targeting Hogwarts, but I'm afraid I do not know how to prevent him from coming this time."
"But there must be some way!" Harry said, anger fueling through him. "I mean, I'm fully prepared to face him again, I've done so so much in the past, it's becoming rather repetitive."
"This time will be different Harry...I fear it is not you he is targeting this time."
Harry looked away, shutting his eyes. Who could he want this time? Hermione? no...Ron?
"Who...who does he want?"
"Olivia Freeman."
Harry's heart sank and his chest heaved in painful gasps for needed but defficient air. "No..." he muttered, standing up and whipping out of the Headmasters office.
~*~
