A/N here's the next chapter!!
Chapter twelve ~ A Dream And An Invitation.
"A spy in the Order? You sure Harry?"
"Positive." Harry had returned to the common room, his arm fixed.
"Who do you reckon it is?"
Harry shrugged. "I dunno, probably no one we know."
"But if there is a spy in the Order won't they know that Snape and Delvarney." Hermione began.
"Not so loud, Hermione." Harry said, quickly.
Hermione took a quick look around her. "What are we going to do, then?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Well, surely you're not just going to sit here and let Voldemort win, like you said before Harry we have to fight."
Ron sighed. "There is nuffin' we can do."
The three sat in the common room, in complete silence, but none came up with an idea.
"Maybe we should sleep on it," Ron said as the clock chimed midnight.
Hermione nodded, and yawned. "We'll feel better in the morning."
"But I won't feel any better for losing the quidditch match."
"Harry nobody blames you." Ron said, quickly.
Harry glared at him. "I blame me and I'm pretty sure the whole of Gryfindor do to! I mean why couldn't I just ignore him?!"
"Malfoy is a difficult person to ignore." Hermione said, getting up. She put her hand on Harry's shoulder and smiled. "I don't blame you, we all go a little mad, sometimes." And with that she waved goodnight and disappeared to the girls' common room.
Ron stood up. "You coming, Harry?"
"No, I'll stay here for a bit longer." Harry muttered.
Ron shrugged and walked off.
Harry sat watching the flames flickering in the fireplace. His mind blurred, and he fell into an uneasy sleep.
"Well done Malfoy, you are doing well." a voice hissed.
"Thank you my lord." Malfoy replied.
"We now have complete control of Azkaban."
"My Lord, why do we need Azkaban?"
"No one will venture near there again, the aurors are dead, the convicts killed."
Malfoy nodded, even though he didn't really understand.
"We have total control over the ministry, now all we need is Hogwarts."
"We have Delvarney and Snape there." Malfoy answered.
"Hogwarts will never be ours whilst Dumbledore is headmaster." Voldemort said, coldly. There was a wild glint in his eyes.
Ron shook Harry awake. "Come on, mate."
Harry jumped up, the fire had burnt out and sunlight was shining through the closed curtains.
Hermione was standing behind him with a worried look on her face.
"I need to speak to Dumbleodre."
"What?"
"It's Voldemort, he's using Azkaban as a hideout, he's wants Dumbledore out of Hogwarts." Harry said, quickly. He grabbed his bag and ran to the entrance to the common room. Hermione and Ron weren't far behind him.
"Harry, what's going on?"
Harry quickly told them about the dream and what he had heard.
Hermione stopped dead. "Harry."
He spun round. "We don't have time for this Hermione, we have to get to Dumbledore."
"Harry, Voldemort is a powerful wizard, maybe you saw what he wanted you to see."
Harry scowled. "I've had enough of this Hermione." Harry continued walking but failed to look where he was going. He bumbped straight into Snape and Delvarney.
"Potter." He said, angrily.
Delvarney managed to hide a smile. "And where are you off to this early in the morning?"
Harry was about to say the owlery, he didn't want Snape knowing what had happened. But Hermione beat him to it.
"Harry had a dream last night, about.about you-know-who." She said quickly.
Harry scowled at her.
Snape looked surprised. Delvarney's smile disappeared. "What happened Potter? What happened in your dream?"
"Nothin' it was stupid. Not worth mentioning." He said, not looking at them.
"I'll be the judge of that." Snape said, coldly. "What happened?"
Harry sighed. "It was Voldemort."
"Don't say his name." Harry hissed.
Delvarney gave a sympathetic smile. "Call him, you-know-who Harry."
"Why? I'm not scared of his stupid name."
"We are not all as fortunate as you, Potter." Delvarney said.
"It was Him and Malfoy, they were talking about Azkaban, He's gonna use it as a hideout. He said he's got control of the ministry and is now looking towards Hogwarts, he plans to get rid of Dumbledore." Harry said, quickly.
"Azkaban, as a hideout? That's quite clever actually." Delvarney said.
"When you have finished admiring the Dark Lord, Calico." Snape said, annoyed.
"Sorry, you're right let's go and speak to Dumbledore."
"I'll come too." Harry said.
"No," Sanpe and Delavrney said together.
"Sorry Harry, I'm sure Dumbledore will talk to you later." Delvarney added, as the two of them left.
"There Hermione, are you bloody satisfied?" Harry demanded.
"Harry, I won't say I'm sorry, 'cause I'm not, I still think I did the right thing!"
"The right thing?! Now we won't find out what they say, it was my dream and I've been cut out of it. Can you ever keep that big mouth of yours shut? Thanks a bunch Hermione." Harry walked off, leaving Ron and Hermione staring after him.
"He didn't mean it, 'Mione." Ron began.
"Oh spare me Ron," she said.
"Hey there is no need to take it out on me."
"No, I'm sorry. but I did the right thing, I know I did. I had to stop Harry barging in on Dumbledore."
Ron nodded. "Well, I'm gonna go after him, make sure he's okay."
"Yeah you do that, Ron. Run after him like his shadow. I won't." She said, walking off in the opposite direction.
Ron rolled his eyes and set off down the corridor after Harry.
Harry and Ron went down to breakfast, Hermione was already there, when they sat down she looked away and started to talk to Ginny and Luna.
Harry ignored her and began to eat a piece of toast when Hedwig landed in front of him.
He ripped open the letter, but didn't recognise the handwrting on the front.
Hey Harry, What you up to? Hope school is okay? Remus is a bit busy at the moment so I said I'd write. Anyway getting to the point, I was wondering if you, Ron and Hermione would like to come and spend Christmas here with us? We'd all love to have you, and it would be nice to have a sane person in the house! Reply ASAP and hope to see you soon.
Love Tonks.
Harry smiled, for the first time in days. Spending Christmas at 12 Grimmauld Place would mean he'd finally find out what was going on. It was more then he had hoped for.
He passed the letter to Ron and smirked nastily at Hermione.
"Cool! I mean about time too!" he said, passing it back.
Harry almost threw the letter at Hermione, who picked it up, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.
"Well?" harry demanded.
"I don't think so." she said, quietly, passing it back.
"Oh come on Hermione, it won't be the same without you, you have to come." Ron said.
Harry shook his head. "You heard her Ron, she doesn't want to come."
It was at lunch time when Luna came running in. "Hey look, they have published your article, Hermione."
Hermione took the paper she was holding out, and Ron and Harry stood behind reading over her shoulder.
MALFOY MAGIC
And so it seems are new 'Temporary Minister' has more power then Fudge had during ten years in office. New powers have been kept from the Daily Prophet, and kept from all none ministry officials. Is it fair to adopt such secracy during matters which concern the whole nation? Apparantly our new 'Temporary Minister' has been granted Lord Judge. A position given to only the most trusted and reliable Minister's.
Minister Malfoy now has complete power over Azkaban, the final decision during trials, and the ability to grant the Dementor's Kiss. Can we really trust one man with such power?
Hermione squealed. "I've realised something, oh it's been straing us in the face. I mean why would Malfoy want to be Lord Judge? Where's the profit in that? Well he find Death Eaters not guilty, but not only that. He can arrest Voldemort's enemies, send them to Azkaban, where the Dark Lord will be waiting, in his new found hideout."
"You're right!" Harry said. "That means that any one of us."
Hermione nodded. "Any one of us could be on their way to Azkaban."
Chapter twelve ~ A Dream And An Invitation.
"A spy in the Order? You sure Harry?"
"Positive." Harry had returned to the common room, his arm fixed.
"Who do you reckon it is?"
Harry shrugged. "I dunno, probably no one we know."
"But if there is a spy in the Order won't they know that Snape and Delvarney." Hermione began.
"Not so loud, Hermione." Harry said, quickly.
Hermione took a quick look around her. "What are we going to do, then?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Well, surely you're not just going to sit here and let Voldemort win, like you said before Harry we have to fight."
Ron sighed. "There is nuffin' we can do."
The three sat in the common room, in complete silence, but none came up with an idea.
"Maybe we should sleep on it," Ron said as the clock chimed midnight.
Hermione nodded, and yawned. "We'll feel better in the morning."
"But I won't feel any better for losing the quidditch match."
"Harry nobody blames you." Ron said, quickly.
Harry glared at him. "I blame me and I'm pretty sure the whole of Gryfindor do to! I mean why couldn't I just ignore him?!"
"Malfoy is a difficult person to ignore." Hermione said, getting up. She put her hand on Harry's shoulder and smiled. "I don't blame you, we all go a little mad, sometimes." And with that she waved goodnight and disappeared to the girls' common room.
Ron stood up. "You coming, Harry?"
"No, I'll stay here for a bit longer." Harry muttered.
Ron shrugged and walked off.
Harry sat watching the flames flickering in the fireplace. His mind blurred, and he fell into an uneasy sleep.
"Well done Malfoy, you are doing well." a voice hissed.
"Thank you my lord." Malfoy replied.
"We now have complete control of Azkaban."
"My Lord, why do we need Azkaban?"
"No one will venture near there again, the aurors are dead, the convicts killed."
Malfoy nodded, even though he didn't really understand.
"We have total control over the ministry, now all we need is Hogwarts."
"We have Delvarney and Snape there." Malfoy answered.
"Hogwarts will never be ours whilst Dumbledore is headmaster." Voldemort said, coldly. There was a wild glint in his eyes.
Ron shook Harry awake. "Come on, mate."
Harry jumped up, the fire had burnt out and sunlight was shining through the closed curtains.
Hermione was standing behind him with a worried look on her face.
"I need to speak to Dumbleodre."
"What?"
"It's Voldemort, he's using Azkaban as a hideout, he's wants Dumbledore out of Hogwarts." Harry said, quickly. He grabbed his bag and ran to the entrance to the common room. Hermione and Ron weren't far behind him.
"Harry, what's going on?"
Harry quickly told them about the dream and what he had heard.
Hermione stopped dead. "Harry."
He spun round. "We don't have time for this Hermione, we have to get to Dumbledore."
"Harry, Voldemort is a powerful wizard, maybe you saw what he wanted you to see."
Harry scowled. "I've had enough of this Hermione." Harry continued walking but failed to look where he was going. He bumbped straight into Snape and Delvarney.
"Potter." He said, angrily.
Delvarney managed to hide a smile. "And where are you off to this early in the morning?"
Harry was about to say the owlery, he didn't want Snape knowing what had happened. But Hermione beat him to it.
"Harry had a dream last night, about.about you-know-who." She said quickly.
Harry scowled at her.
Snape looked surprised. Delvarney's smile disappeared. "What happened Potter? What happened in your dream?"
"Nothin' it was stupid. Not worth mentioning." He said, not looking at them.
"I'll be the judge of that." Snape said, coldly. "What happened?"
Harry sighed. "It was Voldemort."
"Don't say his name." Harry hissed.
Delvarney gave a sympathetic smile. "Call him, you-know-who Harry."
"Why? I'm not scared of his stupid name."
"We are not all as fortunate as you, Potter." Delvarney said.
"It was Him and Malfoy, they were talking about Azkaban, He's gonna use it as a hideout. He said he's got control of the ministry and is now looking towards Hogwarts, he plans to get rid of Dumbledore." Harry said, quickly.
"Azkaban, as a hideout? That's quite clever actually." Delvarney said.
"When you have finished admiring the Dark Lord, Calico." Snape said, annoyed.
"Sorry, you're right let's go and speak to Dumbledore."
"I'll come too." Harry said.
"No," Sanpe and Delavrney said together.
"Sorry Harry, I'm sure Dumbledore will talk to you later." Delvarney added, as the two of them left.
"There Hermione, are you bloody satisfied?" Harry demanded.
"Harry, I won't say I'm sorry, 'cause I'm not, I still think I did the right thing!"
"The right thing?! Now we won't find out what they say, it was my dream and I've been cut out of it. Can you ever keep that big mouth of yours shut? Thanks a bunch Hermione." Harry walked off, leaving Ron and Hermione staring after him.
"He didn't mean it, 'Mione." Ron began.
"Oh spare me Ron," she said.
"Hey there is no need to take it out on me."
"No, I'm sorry. but I did the right thing, I know I did. I had to stop Harry barging in on Dumbledore."
Ron nodded. "Well, I'm gonna go after him, make sure he's okay."
"Yeah you do that, Ron. Run after him like his shadow. I won't." She said, walking off in the opposite direction.
Ron rolled his eyes and set off down the corridor after Harry.
Harry and Ron went down to breakfast, Hermione was already there, when they sat down she looked away and started to talk to Ginny and Luna.
Harry ignored her and began to eat a piece of toast when Hedwig landed in front of him.
He ripped open the letter, but didn't recognise the handwrting on the front.
Hey Harry, What you up to? Hope school is okay? Remus is a bit busy at the moment so I said I'd write. Anyway getting to the point, I was wondering if you, Ron and Hermione would like to come and spend Christmas here with us? We'd all love to have you, and it would be nice to have a sane person in the house! Reply ASAP and hope to see you soon.
Love Tonks.
Harry smiled, for the first time in days. Spending Christmas at 12 Grimmauld Place would mean he'd finally find out what was going on. It was more then he had hoped for.
He passed the letter to Ron and smirked nastily at Hermione.
"Cool! I mean about time too!" he said, passing it back.
Harry almost threw the letter at Hermione, who picked it up, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.
"Well?" harry demanded.
"I don't think so." she said, quietly, passing it back.
"Oh come on Hermione, it won't be the same without you, you have to come." Ron said.
Harry shook his head. "You heard her Ron, she doesn't want to come."
It was at lunch time when Luna came running in. "Hey look, they have published your article, Hermione."
Hermione took the paper she was holding out, and Ron and Harry stood behind reading over her shoulder.
MALFOY MAGIC
And so it seems are new 'Temporary Minister' has more power then Fudge had during ten years in office. New powers have been kept from the Daily Prophet, and kept from all none ministry officials. Is it fair to adopt such secracy during matters which concern the whole nation? Apparantly our new 'Temporary Minister' has been granted Lord Judge. A position given to only the most trusted and reliable Minister's.
Minister Malfoy now has complete power over Azkaban, the final decision during trials, and the ability to grant the Dementor's Kiss. Can we really trust one man with such power?
Hermione squealed. "I've realised something, oh it's been straing us in the face. I mean why would Malfoy want to be Lord Judge? Where's the profit in that? Well he find Death Eaters not guilty, but not only that. He can arrest Voldemort's enemies, send them to Azkaban, where the Dark Lord will be waiting, in his new found hideout."
"You're right!" Harry said. "That means that any one of us."
Hermione nodded. "Any one of us could be on their way to Azkaban."