OK, here we go with my penultimate episode! Nearly all finished! *Sighs
with relief but also feels quite sad! This story has been real fun to write
and since I've been doing it since last July, it will feel weird when it's
over!
Anyway, once again I haven't had this chapter beta-ed so please ignore any mistakes.
Special mention to the following lovely people:
Nightlit - Thanks so much, I love getting long reviews! I'm glad you have enjoyed my story. I'll be interested to read your comments after this chapter.
Ears91 - No, the story isn't going to end this year but I can't decide whether to write a seventh book story or not or just leave it open. What do you reckon?
Mari G. Potter - McGonnagall and Hagrid aren't dead but they were both seriously hurt. More about that this chapter.
The Wizard - If you read on, you'd have found out where I was going with Harry's character. This same comment goes to lilbuckaroo.
Yazmen - Thank you for the kind words mate, I really appreciate them. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
IloVEFaRiMar - Thanks very much, I hope you review again.
Nesia - Another great review, I love getting your comments! Anyway, yes, I reckon that what Harry has been through this year will make him stronger and that's what I am trying my best to show now. He's gone through a hell of a lot this year and he's come out of it stronger than before. You may find out why Harry is the Alezina, it all depends whether I decide to write a seventh book story or not! Please let me know what you make of this chapter. Thanks again mate for the great feedback.
Katani Petitedra - I'm glad you liked the idea of Malfoy Somersaulting! Hee hee! Thanks for the review. As always, can't wait for your verdict on this one.
Angeltears3 - Looking forward to your next review!
Right, carrying on now. Enjoy.
Chapter 36 - The Power of the Alezina.
That evening, Harry was once again practising his new powers with Dumbledore in the Headmasters office. Harry had used a lot of his strength in the Great Hall so Dumbledore was mainly giving him advice. The Professor had been very pleased with Harry's efforts and amazed at how long he'd been able to keep control. Harry had thanked him but remained agitated. He wanted more power, he told Dumbledore, more strength. Dumbledore had become grim when he heard these words.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, "You must take this slowly. You will learn the extent of your powers in good time. It is not wise to rush this."
Harry glanced at his mentor. Why did Dumbledore have to talk like this? Didn't he realise how much Harry ached for revenge?
"That's all well and good Sir," Harry replied coldly. "But I don't think you have any idea how I'm feeling. How do you know what is good for me?"
Dumbledore sighed but replied patiently, "I don't know much about this power you have awakened inside you Harry, but I do know about YOU."
Harry fell silent at this and slightly turned away from Dumbledore as he said, "I think a part of what I was died in that temple with Ron Professor."
Dumbledore reached out and gently clasped Harry's shoulder. He didn't know what to say. Harry shook Dumbledore off him, swallowed the lump in his throat and then turned back to the Headmaster, his face obstinate.
"Lets get on with this lesson Professor, you said I could move on from floating objects now."
Dumbledore nodded. "You certainly seemed to have mastered that part of wandless magic Harry. The next thing I would like you to try is transformation without a wand. This will take up even more power and strength than the last part but I feel confident you can do it."
Harry nodded, itching to get started. Dumbledore saw this and shook his head. "I don't think it is best to begin tonight Harry. You are still weak. It can wait until tomorrow."
Harry frowned at this but inside, he knew Dumbledore was right. He nodded and then slowly got to his feet.
"I may as well get some sleep in then. I am tired." Harry began to make his way out of the Office.
Dumbledore walked up to him and took his arm. "Wait Harry, perhaps this would be a good time for me to answer any questions you may have. You were so eager, understandably so, to get the lessons underway that we haven't had a chance to discuss any of this. You must want to know."
Harry thought this over for a moment and then nodded to Dumbledore. They both returned to their seats.
"Well Harry?" Dumbledore urged gently.
It suddenly dawned on Harry that he did have tons of questions for the Headmaster. He wondered where to start.
At last he asked, "When the lessons are over, exactly how much magic do you think I will be able to do?"
Dumbledore smiled and replied, "You will be able to do anything you want Harry. The power you have already shown. I have never seen anything like it. The powers I have taught you and also the one that is now natural to you, that you don't need to learn. You can feel that can't you?"
Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them, nodding. "But what is the power? You've taught me to control it, to use it to my own advantage and the advantage of others but what is it? And why is it mine?"
Dumbledore was quiet for a moment but then answered, "You want me to tell you why you were chosen Harry? I can't, I don't know. I'm sure one day we will find out. I will say though that I think the Founders chose very wisely."
Harry nodded wordlessly before enquiring, "Tell me again, what is the Alezina?"
Dumbledore gave Harry a patient smile and said, "The Alezina was a myth that wizards knew of for a long time. When there was harmony between the founders of Hogwarts, it was said that they joining of four such powerful wizards created a whole new power of its own."
"The Alezina," Harry interrupted.
"Exactly," Dumbledore continued. "The power was formed from the unity of the founders and has been sleeping since the harmony of the founders disappeared. No one knew what this power was, whether it was good or bad as it is of course now known what Salazar Slytherin truly was."
Harry nodded at this, remembering the events of his second year, which had led him to Slytherins, dreaded Chamber of Secrets.
"So," Harry said softly, "We still don't really know what purpose I am supposed to be used for. I could be a weapon."
Dumbledore rose from his seat, walked to Harry and then knelt down in front of him, twinkling eyes looking into emerald ones.
"I believe that the power can be used for Good or Evil depending on the choice of the Chosen. You have your fate in your own hands Harry, you always have had."
Harry smiled appreciably and then continued, "So, this power has always been inside me?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I believe so Harry, yes."
Harry swallowed and then said, "And it was freed because Neville's blood touched me?"
Dumbledore, who had now returned to his seat, thought for a moment about this before saying, "I believe Neville awakened the power Harry but it was your grief for Ron that freed it."
Harry went quiet and then said in a hoarse whisper, "How do you know that?"
Dumbledore looked down before answering, "I could feel the power inside you building up Harry. Your pain, grief, rage, I could feel it all, due to my strong link with Hogwarts. I knew then what you were."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, allowing one lone tear to escape.
"And of course," Dumbledore added, "we had the clues all the time this year."
Harry looked up quickly. "The ghosts," he exclaimed.
Dumbledore nodded and said, "But you know that they weren't really ghosts don't you Harry?"
The young Gryffindor nodded. "My mum, or whatever she was, told me."
Dumbledore smiled. "Those 'shadows' were Godric Gryffindor trying to make contact with us the only way he could. He could only occasionally appear as those who had a link with Hogwarts. But once Neville was bleeding, he was able to possess hi Heir and then fully aid us."
Harry said, "But why this year? Why could he come to us this year, why not help before?"
Dumbledore frowned. "I can only assume that is because of Neville's power slowly becoming stronger and because of Rosenna. Her return awakened a lot of old, sleeping, forgotten magic."
Harry nodded and then, unable to help it yawned. Dumbledore smiled. "I feel very tired myself tonight Harry, perhaps it is best if we stop here tonight."
Harry smiled in agreement but before he stood he asked, "Professor, you said that us losing people to Voldemort will put us a big disadvantage. The traitors didn't know that much that could hurt us could they?"
Dumbledore glanced at Harry, "You can say Professor Snape Harry."
Harry nodded and waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"Snape was a Professor at this school and therefore, knew secrets. He could indeed harm us. I will have to make us prepared for that. It is my fault after all."
Harry wanted to tell Dumbledore he was wrong about this but he couldn't. He pictured Snape getting Wormtail to torture Lupin and pursed his lips together in anger to keep himself from saying something he shouldn't. Dumbledore noticed this of course.
"There is no need to say 'I told you so' Harry. I am more angry with myself than you could ever be with me." Dumbledore turned away before adding almost to himself, "I will say though, I have never been so wrong about anyone before."
Harry waited for him to speak again. Dumbledore sighed and looked back at Harry with a smile.
"Harry, this has made me remember there is one more thing I would like to ask you. It will be difficult to appoint a new Potions Master at this time. Professor Lupin is more than happy to assist but his knowledge of Potions is, well, limited." Dumbledore smiled at Harry. Harry chuckled, despite himself.
"Until I find a replacement, I will be teaching Potions myself," Dumbledore continued. "Of course, it will be impossible for me do this on my own, run Hogwarts and my other, erm, duties so I was wondering if you think your friend Miss Granger would be willing to help me by taking a few classes."
Harry actually laughed. He had been wondering where this was going. He had thought for one hilarious moment 'bloody hell, he's not going to ask me to help with Potions is he?' He was relieved when Dumbledore revealed it was Hermione he was talking about.
"She'll be over the moon Professor." Harry noted.
Dumbledore smiled. "You are sure she will have time considering she also will have her NEWTS next year?"
Harry smiled, "She will make time Professor."
Dumbledore returned the smile. "Excellent, perhaps you can tell her I wish to see her tomorrow Harry?"
Harry nodded. Dumbledore got to his feet again. "Come Harry, I think it is time for you to get off to bed."
Harry smiled and stood up. He walked to the door but before he got through it, Dumbledore said softly, "Harry, always remember that death is the Greatest Enemy and the hardest enemy to conquer. You are half way there, my young friend."
Harry smiled at Dumbledore for a moment and then walked out of the office and headed towards the Gryffindor Common Room, his head full of his thoughts.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes the next morning to find the sun shining brightly. As always, he had a quick glance at the empty bed next to his and the pain of losing his best friend rushed back to him. He sighed and slowly got out of bed. He glanced at his watch. 9.00am. Harry had two minutes of blind panic until he remembered it was a Saturday. No lessons!
He got washed and dressed slowly. He was aware that he had already missed breakfast and Hermione, who he was supposed to have met, would not be too impressed with him but there was nothing he could do about that now.
Once he was ready, he headed out of the dormitory towards the Common room. He was surprised to find Neville there. Neville heard Harry, turned and smiled. Harry could once again the power flowing from the other boy.
"Morning Harry, Hermione was looking for you earlier. She didn't seem very happy." Neville gave Harry a grin.
Harry groaned. "Great," he mumbled. He noticed that Neville was wearing muggle clothes.
"You going somewhere Neville?" Harry asked.
Neville nodded. "Yeah, Dumbledore has given me permission to see my parents." Harry didn't reply. Neville sighed. "I guess I got lots to tell them."
Harry chuckled. "I know what you mean."
Neville gave Harry a quick smile. "I've got to go Harry, I have to pick up my Grandmother first. I'll see you later."
"Bye," Harry said quietly as Neville walked past him and out of the common room. Harry watched him go, his face thoughtful. 'Sometimes,' Harry decided, 'I think I was the lucky one for losing my parents when I did. I couldn't cope with what Neville has too.' Harry gave himself a little shake and then followed Neville out of the room.
And walked straight into a sour faced Hermione.
Harry jumped ten foot in the air. "Hermione!" he gasped, "What are you doing here?"
Hermione gave him an evil look and replied, "What do you think I'm doing? Neville told me I'd find you here." Harry made a silent point to thank Neville when he next saw him.
Hermione continued, "We were supposed to meet in the Hall, remember?"
Harry grimaced. "Look Hermione, I'm really sorry. It's just that I was up late pract - erm, studying last night and -."
Hermione interrupted him. "For crying out loud Harry! I know you've been working on your powers. You think I'm stupid?" Her voice had now grown high- pitched.
Harry held up a surrendering hand. "I'm sorry Hermione," he said simply and look down at the ground.
Hermione gave him a look and swallowed. She didn't mean to have such a go at him after all he had gone through. She gave him a small smile. "I guess it's ok. I just wanted to see you, that's all." It was now Hermione's turn to stare at the ground.
Harry looked up quickly. He touched her arm gently. "I know. Dumbledore says I'm really coming on with focusing my powers so, hopefully next year, I'll have more time."
Hermione laughed. "Well yeah, apart from impending doom and NEWTS that is!"
Harry laughed too and he also remembered something. 2That reminds me Hermione, Dumbledore wants to see you."
Hermione frowned. "Me? Why?"
Harry grinned mysteriously. "You'll see."
Hermione shrugged and began to walk away. Harry put out a hand to stop her.
"Hang on Hermione, I meant to ask you to come with me first."
Hermione gave Harry a querying look. He smiled, "Its OK, I just want to see if. please, can you come?"
Hermione nodded. "Of course Harry. Lead the way."
~*~
Harry led Hermione straight to the sickbay. She did give him a questioning look but then assumed he just wanted to see Hagrid. Hagrid was Harry's first friend in the wizarding world; Hermione knew how much her friend missed the half giant.
Harry walked directly to Michael Corners bed and looked down at the boy. Hermione walked up to Harry, her face showing her surprise.
"I remember his face you know Hermione." Harry whispered, "When Rosenna attacked him. He was so scared."
Hermione slid her hand into Harry's. She then let out a gasp of surprise when he gripped it, hard. "Don't worry," he hissed to her, "I'm stronger with you, you see?"
Hermione didn't see, she just watched in interest as Harry reached out and grasped Michaels arm. Harry then closed his eyes tightly as he passed power from him to the prone body on the bed.
Hermione watched in absolute wonder as a bright gold light completely engulfed Michael. Madam Pomfrey rushed in with a scream of "What on earth is going on?" She made a run towards Harry but was grabbed from behind.
"Poppy, please just wait." Dumbledore's calm voice urged her. Madam Pomfrey gave him a mad look but did as she was told.
Harry let out a cry of pain and Hermione gasped. Whatever Harry was doing to her, it didn't hurt but it was the most amazing feeling she'd ever known. She felt she was inside Harry; his soul was open to her and hers to him. She wanted to stay like that.
Finally, the light surrounding Michael died away and Harry released him. Everyone's eyes were then on the boy in the bed. Poppy again turned to Dumbledore but he just shook his head.
Suddenly, Michael let out a gasp and sat bolt upright in bed, making everyone jump. The boy's terrified eyes gazed around the room. When they came to rest on Harry, Michael tried to scramble away. Harry though just took Michaels hand and smiled at him. Michael gazed at him with confused eyes.
"Potter, what -?" Harry interrupted him.
"You'll be ok Michael, just rest," Harry told him.
Michael looked as if he was going to argue this instruction but then he seemed to relax. He laid gently down on the bed, pulling the covers up around him. He then fell into a deep sleep.
Harry sighed heavily and then turned to look at Dumbledore, who just smiled at the young Gryffindor, delight in his eyes. Harry grinned back. He released his hold on Hermione's hand. She gazed at him in awe. He smiled back. "Couldn't have done it without you," he whispered to her, "But I've got all the strength I need now." She nodded, her face wet from tears. Harry gave her one last smile and then turned to Professor McGonnagall.
As he walked to her bed, Poppy rushed to Michael. She ran her wand over his sleeping frame. She then turned to Dumbledore, amazement on her face. "He's fine, just sleeping!"
Dumbledore nodded. "But it's impossible! What did he do?" Poppy shrieked.
Harry, who had taken McGonnagall's hand, turned to look at Madam Pomfrey. "I gave him the strength he needed to get better, I've got so much power, I can share it." Harry told Pomfrey. She stared back at him, shaking her head slowly.
Harry then turned his attention back to McGonnagall. Again, the bright light surrounded her as it had Michael for a few moments and then died away, Harry now breathing heavily from the effort.
McGonnagall opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times. There was a cry of "NO! The thing kissed her! Took her soul! How?" Pomfrey had almost collapsed. McGonnagall eyed her strangely for a moment and then turned to Harry.
She suddenly screamed, making everyone jump. Dumbledore moved forward. "Harry!" McGonagall cried, "The Dementors, the dark lord, what happened?" Harry put a soothing hand on her shoulder.
"Its fine. Everything's going to be fine Professor, you're safe." She gazed up at him, dread in her eyes. He smiled back, leant in close to her and whispered, "Thank you for what you did for me."
"But Harry, I saw it. It grabbed me and, and, it's mouth, Oh please!" McGonnagall covered her mouth and began quietly sob. Harry went to help her but Dumbledore pulled him gently back.
He walked up to his friend, took her hand and said gently, "Minerva?"
McGonagall moved her hands away from her face and looked up into Dumbledores kind old face for a moment. He smiled at her. She stared at him for a moment. Then, she said, "Oh Albus!" and fell into his arms. He hugged her tightly, stroking her long hair.
Dumbledore looked up at Harry. "Thank you my friend," he told him. Harry nodded and then turned his attention to Hagrid. Pomfrey was back at Michael's bedside, who was still sleeping peacefully.
Hermione joined Harry as he stepped up to Hagrid. Harry whispered, "He's going to be hard to bring back Hermione, the damage done to his head -." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand, stopping him. "Just try your best." She told him. Harry was heartened and gave her a smile.
He took a deep breath and took Hagrid's huge hand in his own. All eyes in the room were now on him. Hermione took his hand, hoping to give him some more of her own strength. Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He felt the power surge through him into Hagrid and he prayed it was enough.
The glow once again built up around Hagrid and engulfed him. Harry was right, this was harder and he gave it everything he had. He felt Hermione tightening her hold on his hand, her own power flowing into him and him sending it through to Hagrid. The task was using so much energy, the power started to hurt Harry. He cried out, trying to concentrate every fibre of his being on his mission. He was not going to lose Hagrid too! He couldn't! He shouted out in exhaustion, anger and pain. The light died away. Harry collapsed on the edge of the bed and Hermione grabbed for him.
"Harry its ok," she whispered. He shook his head. "It wasn't enough." He replied. He covered his head with his hands.
"Harry?" A gruff voice said."
Hermione and Harry leapt up. "Harry!" Hagrid repeated, "What were you doing down there?"
Harry choked back tears. He fell onto Hagrid with a hug, not wanting to let go. Hermione joined in, tears streaming down her face.
"Hermione, Harry, stop! You'll crush me you two will!" He then looked around the sick bay in surprise. "What am I doing here?"
He nodded to Professor McGonnagall and Professor Dumbledore.
"You know," he said, rubbing his head, "I've got quite a head ache."
Harry laughed and grabbed Hermione's hand.
"You all right Hermione?" Hagrid asked her. She nodded with a grin.
Hagrid smiled at Pomfrey and reached out and took Harry's hand. Harry smiled down at his friend.
"Well," Hagrid said, "This is nice." He suddenly looked at Harry.
"Where's Ron?"
~*~
Well, there ends another chapter. I hope you liked it! One more to go! Woo hoo! Ill have this story finished by the week end and then you guys can let me know if you want a sequel or not, Ill leave it all up to you. And yes, this is what is known as - passing the buck!
Anyway, once again I haven't had this chapter beta-ed so please ignore any mistakes.
Special mention to the following lovely people:
Nightlit - Thanks so much, I love getting long reviews! I'm glad you have enjoyed my story. I'll be interested to read your comments after this chapter.
Ears91 - No, the story isn't going to end this year but I can't decide whether to write a seventh book story or not or just leave it open. What do you reckon?
Mari G. Potter - McGonnagall and Hagrid aren't dead but they were both seriously hurt. More about that this chapter.
The Wizard - If you read on, you'd have found out where I was going with Harry's character. This same comment goes to lilbuckaroo.
Yazmen - Thank you for the kind words mate, I really appreciate them. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
IloVEFaRiMar - Thanks very much, I hope you review again.
Nesia - Another great review, I love getting your comments! Anyway, yes, I reckon that what Harry has been through this year will make him stronger and that's what I am trying my best to show now. He's gone through a hell of a lot this year and he's come out of it stronger than before. You may find out why Harry is the Alezina, it all depends whether I decide to write a seventh book story or not! Please let me know what you make of this chapter. Thanks again mate for the great feedback.
Katani Petitedra - I'm glad you liked the idea of Malfoy Somersaulting! Hee hee! Thanks for the review. As always, can't wait for your verdict on this one.
Angeltears3 - Looking forward to your next review!
Right, carrying on now. Enjoy.
Chapter 36 - The Power of the Alezina.
That evening, Harry was once again practising his new powers with Dumbledore in the Headmasters office. Harry had used a lot of his strength in the Great Hall so Dumbledore was mainly giving him advice. The Professor had been very pleased with Harry's efforts and amazed at how long he'd been able to keep control. Harry had thanked him but remained agitated. He wanted more power, he told Dumbledore, more strength. Dumbledore had become grim when he heard these words.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, "You must take this slowly. You will learn the extent of your powers in good time. It is not wise to rush this."
Harry glanced at his mentor. Why did Dumbledore have to talk like this? Didn't he realise how much Harry ached for revenge?
"That's all well and good Sir," Harry replied coldly. "But I don't think you have any idea how I'm feeling. How do you know what is good for me?"
Dumbledore sighed but replied patiently, "I don't know much about this power you have awakened inside you Harry, but I do know about YOU."
Harry fell silent at this and slightly turned away from Dumbledore as he said, "I think a part of what I was died in that temple with Ron Professor."
Dumbledore reached out and gently clasped Harry's shoulder. He didn't know what to say. Harry shook Dumbledore off him, swallowed the lump in his throat and then turned back to the Headmaster, his face obstinate.
"Lets get on with this lesson Professor, you said I could move on from floating objects now."
Dumbledore nodded. "You certainly seemed to have mastered that part of wandless magic Harry. The next thing I would like you to try is transformation without a wand. This will take up even more power and strength than the last part but I feel confident you can do it."
Harry nodded, itching to get started. Dumbledore saw this and shook his head. "I don't think it is best to begin tonight Harry. You are still weak. It can wait until tomorrow."
Harry frowned at this but inside, he knew Dumbledore was right. He nodded and then slowly got to his feet.
"I may as well get some sleep in then. I am tired." Harry began to make his way out of the Office.
Dumbledore walked up to him and took his arm. "Wait Harry, perhaps this would be a good time for me to answer any questions you may have. You were so eager, understandably so, to get the lessons underway that we haven't had a chance to discuss any of this. You must want to know."
Harry thought this over for a moment and then nodded to Dumbledore. They both returned to their seats.
"Well Harry?" Dumbledore urged gently.
It suddenly dawned on Harry that he did have tons of questions for the Headmaster. He wondered where to start.
At last he asked, "When the lessons are over, exactly how much magic do you think I will be able to do?"
Dumbledore smiled and replied, "You will be able to do anything you want Harry. The power you have already shown. I have never seen anything like it. The powers I have taught you and also the one that is now natural to you, that you don't need to learn. You can feel that can't you?"
Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them, nodding. "But what is the power? You've taught me to control it, to use it to my own advantage and the advantage of others but what is it? And why is it mine?"
Dumbledore was quiet for a moment but then answered, "You want me to tell you why you were chosen Harry? I can't, I don't know. I'm sure one day we will find out. I will say though that I think the Founders chose very wisely."
Harry nodded wordlessly before enquiring, "Tell me again, what is the Alezina?"
Dumbledore gave Harry a patient smile and said, "The Alezina was a myth that wizards knew of for a long time. When there was harmony between the founders of Hogwarts, it was said that they joining of four such powerful wizards created a whole new power of its own."
"The Alezina," Harry interrupted.
"Exactly," Dumbledore continued. "The power was formed from the unity of the founders and has been sleeping since the harmony of the founders disappeared. No one knew what this power was, whether it was good or bad as it is of course now known what Salazar Slytherin truly was."
Harry nodded at this, remembering the events of his second year, which had led him to Slytherins, dreaded Chamber of Secrets.
"So," Harry said softly, "We still don't really know what purpose I am supposed to be used for. I could be a weapon."
Dumbledore rose from his seat, walked to Harry and then knelt down in front of him, twinkling eyes looking into emerald ones.
"I believe that the power can be used for Good or Evil depending on the choice of the Chosen. You have your fate in your own hands Harry, you always have had."
Harry smiled appreciably and then continued, "So, this power has always been inside me?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I believe so Harry, yes."
Harry swallowed and then said, "And it was freed because Neville's blood touched me?"
Dumbledore, who had now returned to his seat, thought for a moment about this before saying, "I believe Neville awakened the power Harry but it was your grief for Ron that freed it."
Harry went quiet and then said in a hoarse whisper, "How do you know that?"
Dumbledore looked down before answering, "I could feel the power inside you building up Harry. Your pain, grief, rage, I could feel it all, due to my strong link with Hogwarts. I knew then what you were."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, allowing one lone tear to escape.
"And of course," Dumbledore added, "we had the clues all the time this year."
Harry looked up quickly. "The ghosts," he exclaimed.
Dumbledore nodded and said, "But you know that they weren't really ghosts don't you Harry?"
The young Gryffindor nodded. "My mum, or whatever she was, told me."
Dumbledore smiled. "Those 'shadows' were Godric Gryffindor trying to make contact with us the only way he could. He could only occasionally appear as those who had a link with Hogwarts. But once Neville was bleeding, he was able to possess hi Heir and then fully aid us."
Harry said, "But why this year? Why could he come to us this year, why not help before?"
Dumbledore frowned. "I can only assume that is because of Neville's power slowly becoming stronger and because of Rosenna. Her return awakened a lot of old, sleeping, forgotten magic."
Harry nodded and then, unable to help it yawned. Dumbledore smiled. "I feel very tired myself tonight Harry, perhaps it is best if we stop here tonight."
Harry smiled in agreement but before he stood he asked, "Professor, you said that us losing people to Voldemort will put us a big disadvantage. The traitors didn't know that much that could hurt us could they?"
Dumbledore glanced at Harry, "You can say Professor Snape Harry."
Harry nodded and waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"Snape was a Professor at this school and therefore, knew secrets. He could indeed harm us. I will have to make us prepared for that. It is my fault after all."
Harry wanted to tell Dumbledore he was wrong about this but he couldn't. He pictured Snape getting Wormtail to torture Lupin and pursed his lips together in anger to keep himself from saying something he shouldn't. Dumbledore noticed this of course.
"There is no need to say 'I told you so' Harry. I am more angry with myself than you could ever be with me." Dumbledore turned away before adding almost to himself, "I will say though, I have never been so wrong about anyone before."
Harry waited for him to speak again. Dumbledore sighed and looked back at Harry with a smile.
"Harry, this has made me remember there is one more thing I would like to ask you. It will be difficult to appoint a new Potions Master at this time. Professor Lupin is more than happy to assist but his knowledge of Potions is, well, limited." Dumbledore smiled at Harry. Harry chuckled, despite himself.
"Until I find a replacement, I will be teaching Potions myself," Dumbledore continued. "Of course, it will be impossible for me do this on my own, run Hogwarts and my other, erm, duties so I was wondering if you think your friend Miss Granger would be willing to help me by taking a few classes."
Harry actually laughed. He had been wondering where this was going. He had thought for one hilarious moment 'bloody hell, he's not going to ask me to help with Potions is he?' He was relieved when Dumbledore revealed it was Hermione he was talking about.
"She'll be over the moon Professor." Harry noted.
Dumbledore smiled. "You are sure she will have time considering she also will have her NEWTS next year?"
Harry smiled, "She will make time Professor."
Dumbledore returned the smile. "Excellent, perhaps you can tell her I wish to see her tomorrow Harry?"
Harry nodded. Dumbledore got to his feet again. "Come Harry, I think it is time for you to get off to bed."
Harry smiled and stood up. He walked to the door but before he got through it, Dumbledore said softly, "Harry, always remember that death is the Greatest Enemy and the hardest enemy to conquer. You are half way there, my young friend."
Harry smiled at Dumbledore for a moment and then walked out of the office and headed towards the Gryffindor Common Room, his head full of his thoughts.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes the next morning to find the sun shining brightly. As always, he had a quick glance at the empty bed next to his and the pain of losing his best friend rushed back to him. He sighed and slowly got out of bed. He glanced at his watch. 9.00am. Harry had two minutes of blind panic until he remembered it was a Saturday. No lessons!
He got washed and dressed slowly. He was aware that he had already missed breakfast and Hermione, who he was supposed to have met, would not be too impressed with him but there was nothing he could do about that now.
Once he was ready, he headed out of the dormitory towards the Common room. He was surprised to find Neville there. Neville heard Harry, turned and smiled. Harry could once again the power flowing from the other boy.
"Morning Harry, Hermione was looking for you earlier. She didn't seem very happy." Neville gave Harry a grin.
Harry groaned. "Great," he mumbled. He noticed that Neville was wearing muggle clothes.
"You going somewhere Neville?" Harry asked.
Neville nodded. "Yeah, Dumbledore has given me permission to see my parents." Harry didn't reply. Neville sighed. "I guess I got lots to tell them."
Harry chuckled. "I know what you mean."
Neville gave Harry a quick smile. "I've got to go Harry, I have to pick up my Grandmother first. I'll see you later."
"Bye," Harry said quietly as Neville walked past him and out of the common room. Harry watched him go, his face thoughtful. 'Sometimes,' Harry decided, 'I think I was the lucky one for losing my parents when I did. I couldn't cope with what Neville has too.' Harry gave himself a little shake and then followed Neville out of the room.
And walked straight into a sour faced Hermione.
Harry jumped ten foot in the air. "Hermione!" he gasped, "What are you doing here?"
Hermione gave him an evil look and replied, "What do you think I'm doing? Neville told me I'd find you here." Harry made a silent point to thank Neville when he next saw him.
Hermione continued, "We were supposed to meet in the Hall, remember?"
Harry grimaced. "Look Hermione, I'm really sorry. It's just that I was up late pract - erm, studying last night and -."
Hermione interrupted him. "For crying out loud Harry! I know you've been working on your powers. You think I'm stupid?" Her voice had now grown high- pitched.
Harry held up a surrendering hand. "I'm sorry Hermione," he said simply and look down at the ground.
Hermione gave him a look and swallowed. She didn't mean to have such a go at him after all he had gone through. She gave him a small smile. "I guess it's ok. I just wanted to see you, that's all." It was now Hermione's turn to stare at the ground.
Harry looked up quickly. He touched her arm gently. "I know. Dumbledore says I'm really coming on with focusing my powers so, hopefully next year, I'll have more time."
Hermione laughed. "Well yeah, apart from impending doom and NEWTS that is!"
Harry laughed too and he also remembered something. 2That reminds me Hermione, Dumbledore wants to see you."
Hermione frowned. "Me? Why?"
Harry grinned mysteriously. "You'll see."
Hermione shrugged and began to walk away. Harry put out a hand to stop her.
"Hang on Hermione, I meant to ask you to come with me first."
Hermione gave Harry a querying look. He smiled, "Its OK, I just want to see if. please, can you come?"
Hermione nodded. "Of course Harry. Lead the way."
~*~
Harry led Hermione straight to the sickbay. She did give him a questioning look but then assumed he just wanted to see Hagrid. Hagrid was Harry's first friend in the wizarding world; Hermione knew how much her friend missed the half giant.
Harry walked directly to Michael Corners bed and looked down at the boy. Hermione walked up to Harry, her face showing her surprise.
"I remember his face you know Hermione." Harry whispered, "When Rosenna attacked him. He was so scared."
Hermione slid her hand into Harry's. She then let out a gasp of surprise when he gripped it, hard. "Don't worry," he hissed to her, "I'm stronger with you, you see?"
Hermione didn't see, she just watched in interest as Harry reached out and grasped Michaels arm. Harry then closed his eyes tightly as he passed power from him to the prone body on the bed.
Hermione watched in absolute wonder as a bright gold light completely engulfed Michael. Madam Pomfrey rushed in with a scream of "What on earth is going on?" She made a run towards Harry but was grabbed from behind.
"Poppy, please just wait." Dumbledore's calm voice urged her. Madam Pomfrey gave him a mad look but did as she was told.
Harry let out a cry of pain and Hermione gasped. Whatever Harry was doing to her, it didn't hurt but it was the most amazing feeling she'd ever known. She felt she was inside Harry; his soul was open to her and hers to him. She wanted to stay like that.
Finally, the light surrounding Michael died away and Harry released him. Everyone's eyes were then on the boy in the bed. Poppy again turned to Dumbledore but he just shook his head.
Suddenly, Michael let out a gasp and sat bolt upright in bed, making everyone jump. The boy's terrified eyes gazed around the room. When they came to rest on Harry, Michael tried to scramble away. Harry though just took Michaels hand and smiled at him. Michael gazed at him with confused eyes.
"Potter, what -?" Harry interrupted him.
"You'll be ok Michael, just rest," Harry told him.
Michael looked as if he was going to argue this instruction but then he seemed to relax. He laid gently down on the bed, pulling the covers up around him. He then fell into a deep sleep.
Harry sighed heavily and then turned to look at Dumbledore, who just smiled at the young Gryffindor, delight in his eyes. Harry grinned back. He released his hold on Hermione's hand. She gazed at him in awe. He smiled back. "Couldn't have done it without you," he whispered to her, "But I've got all the strength I need now." She nodded, her face wet from tears. Harry gave her one last smile and then turned to Professor McGonnagall.
As he walked to her bed, Poppy rushed to Michael. She ran her wand over his sleeping frame. She then turned to Dumbledore, amazement on her face. "He's fine, just sleeping!"
Dumbledore nodded. "But it's impossible! What did he do?" Poppy shrieked.
Harry, who had taken McGonnagall's hand, turned to look at Madam Pomfrey. "I gave him the strength he needed to get better, I've got so much power, I can share it." Harry told Pomfrey. She stared back at him, shaking her head slowly.
Harry then turned his attention back to McGonnagall. Again, the bright light surrounded her as it had Michael for a few moments and then died away, Harry now breathing heavily from the effort.
McGonnagall opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times. There was a cry of "NO! The thing kissed her! Took her soul! How?" Pomfrey had almost collapsed. McGonnagall eyed her strangely for a moment and then turned to Harry.
She suddenly screamed, making everyone jump. Dumbledore moved forward. "Harry!" McGonagall cried, "The Dementors, the dark lord, what happened?" Harry put a soothing hand on her shoulder.
"Its fine. Everything's going to be fine Professor, you're safe." She gazed up at him, dread in her eyes. He smiled back, leant in close to her and whispered, "Thank you for what you did for me."
"But Harry, I saw it. It grabbed me and, and, it's mouth, Oh please!" McGonnagall covered her mouth and began quietly sob. Harry went to help her but Dumbledore pulled him gently back.
He walked up to his friend, took her hand and said gently, "Minerva?"
McGonagall moved her hands away from her face and looked up into Dumbledores kind old face for a moment. He smiled at her. She stared at him for a moment. Then, she said, "Oh Albus!" and fell into his arms. He hugged her tightly, stroking her long hair.
Dumbledore looked up at Harry. "Thank you my friend," he told him. Harry nodded and then turned his attention to Hagrid. Pomfrey was back at Michael's bedside, who was still sleeping peacefully.
Hermione joined Harry as he stepped up to Hagrid. Harry whispered, "He's going to be hard to bring back Hermione, the damage done to his head -." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand, stopping him. "Just try your best." She told him. Harry was heartened and gave her a smile.
He took a deep breath and took Hagrid's huge hand in his own. All eyes in the room were now on him. Hermione took his hand, hoping to give him some more of her own strength. Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He felt the power surge through him into Hagrid and he prayed it was enough.
The glow once again built up around Hagrid and engulfed him. Harry was right, this was harder and he gave it everything he had. He felt Hermione tightening her hold on his hand, her own power flowing into him and him sending it through to Hagrid. The task was using so much energy, the power started to hurt Harry. He cried out, trying to concentrate every fibre of his being on his mission. He was not going to lose Hagrid too! He couldn't! He shouted out in exhaustion, anger and pain. The light died away. Harry collapsed on the edge of the bed and Hermione grabbed for him.
"Harry its ok," she whispered. He shook his head. "It wasn't enough." He replied. He covered his head with his hands.
"Harry?" A gruff voice said."
Hermione and Harry leapt up. "Harry!" Hagrid repeated, "What were you doing down there?"
Harry choked back tears. He fell onto Hagrid with a hug, not wanting to let go. Hermione joined in, tears streaming down her face.
"Hermione, Harry, stop! You'll crush me you two will!" He then looked around the sick bay in surprise. "What am I doing here?"
He nodded to Professor McGonnagall and Professor Dumbledore.
"You know," he said, rubbing his head, "I've got quite a head ache."
Harry laughed and grabbed Hermione's hand.
"You all right Hermione?" Hagrid asked her. She nodded with a grin.
Hagrid smiled at Pomfrey and reached out and took Harry's hand. Harry smiled down at his friend.
"Well," Hagrid said, "This is nice." He suddenly looked at Harry.
"Where's Ron?"
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Well, there ends another chapter. I hope you liked it! One more to go! Woo hoo! Ill have this story finished by the week end and then you guys can let me know if you want a sequel or not, Ill leave it all up to you. And yes, this is what is known as - passing the buck!
