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The following is a Harry Potter Fan Fic. Harry Potter and all of its subsidiaries are owned exclusively by J. K.. Rowlings…now that you clearly understand that… on with the story…
Chapter three: The Consequences of Waking Up
Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone. –

Tommy Cooper

Harry sat in Dumbledore's office, scrunched up in his seat, face beet red. It was too much, too strange, overly heart wrenching, so damn annoying and now he was going to be in more trouble then humanly possible. He closed his eyes, everything had happened so quickly he couldn't believe it was real. If he was lucky it wouldn't be and any second he would wake up from this nightmare.

He sunk down lower in his seat, trying to avoid the scathing looks from Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, the ancient Gryffindor head of house. It wasn't his fault. How could they possibly blame him. Its not like he had wanted this to happen, had asked for it to happen. He was just as surprised as everyone else. Really more surprised, it had happened to him after all.

Harry peeked open his eyes and glanced at the two adults before him. They were furious, so angry they hadn't said a word since dragging him to Dumbledore's office. Harry straightened and sighed, might as well take his punishment like a man. He could be expelled, by all rights should be. He sighed again and asked himself if he might not be better off back home with the Dursleys.

'Is that really what you want Master,' a voice purred.

His gaze jerked around to the chair beside him and Harry found himself staring into the honey browned eyes that had gotten him into this mess. They stared right back at him, gazing through long black lashes and a mess of blonde curls. Harry let his gaze slip, drifting down over her face. Sliding across her little nose, full lips, strong chin, straight down to where she leaned over the arm of her chair.

Harry blushed and tugged his eyes away. She was wearing one of his old robes. One too small for him to fit in but too large for her petite frame. It was hanging off her shoulders, dipping deeply and revealing what little she wore underneath.

"What did you say," he stammered, trying to put that sight out of his mind.

"We haven't said anything yet Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall barked, "but rest assured you will get an earful." She stomped around the desk to stand in front of him. "Now I want to know how you got this girl into your bedroom. It's strictly against school policy to have members of the opposite sex in the dorm rooms at night."

"I don't know." The two adults looked at each other and sighed, assuming that he was just being difficult.

"This is a very serious matter Harry," Dumbledore spoke softer, like he was talking to an unruly child. " Bigger then just having a girl in your bed. She is clearly not a student here and there's no reason for her to be on the school grounds. Bringing unauthorized personnel into Hogwarts is worse then using your wand outside of school. Especially when the threat of an attack from You-Know-Who is so great." His voice rose, hinting at stress and worry. "Harry this is a security risk that we just can't have right now. We need to know how you got her into the school in order to stop anyone else from taking the same steps. The consequences could be deadly if we don't."

"I think I realize that more then anyone."

"Then tell us how she got here." McGonagall demanded.

"We'll try and be more lenient if you cooperate Harry." Dumbledore added. "But…"

"But nothing. I understand what you're saying Dumbledore but I haven't a clue on how she got here. I'm just as shocked as everyone else." Harry shook his head, watching their unbelieving faces. "I know this sounds far fetched but believe me, I'm telling you the truth. I really don't know how she got here…in my bed."

"Honestly Harry," Minerva McGonagall snorted, "Given your state of dress or undress I should say, how can anyone believe that ludicrous story. You're a teenaged boy, everyone knows what goes on in your head. Being the Boy-Who-Lived does not change that."

'The Boy-Who-Lived,' Harry felt the girls head settle onto his shoulder, their chairs suddenly closer. He turned to look down at her and watched as her hand moved to his forehead. She brushed away the bangs and lightly touched his scar. Caressing it gently. 'That explains so much.'

Her touch, so soothing, stole his will and left him peaceful. Empty, void of all thoughts of expulsion and Voldemort. It was as if the world had faded away to leave just the two of them. Vaguely he could hear someone familiar yelling at him but it seemed too distance and easily ignored. He settled back, just letting her fingers trail over his scar and enjoying the sensation. It was unreal, no ones touch had ever had this affect on him. Not even when they had touched the scar.

His scar. Wizards, witches, strangers cornered him to see it, begged for him to let them touch it. They cooed over it, excited and anxious. Praising him, mocking him for being the Boy-Who-Lived.

Boy-Who-Lived…that explains so much. Harry's fuzzy mind began to drag itself from the hazy depths of oblivion. Using her words to pull away from her control and command his own body again. With the slightest bit of regret he removed her hand from his forehead. Only to continue to hold it, stroking the backside absentmindedly. He watched her eyes, waiting for them to darken in anger but they remained calm.

"What did you mean…"

"You know BLOODY well what I meant Harry Potter." Harry dropped her hand like it was on fire and jerked his head around to face Professor McGonagall. "100 points from Gryffindor for lying to a Professor. It's quite obvious Mr. Potter that yours is not a new relationship."

"I'm not lying…I swear I've never seen her before."

"Another 100 points from Gryffindor." He opened mouth to speak but she cut him off quickly. "I can keep going Mr. Potter until Gryffindor is in debt."

"Master Potter is not lying Ma'am," the girls voice broke in softly. "Our waking was the first he ever set eyes on me." Her head remained on his shoulder as she spoke. "It was not allowed until Master agreed to his promise."

"Excuse me…" Dumbledore started, but Harry interrupted him.

"Agreed to a promise…"Harry was shocked, a sudden realization coming over him. "Wait a second, does that mean you know Jarnies?"

"Of course Master," the girl laughed and pushed his glasses farther up his nose. "Master Jarnies is the one who sent me with you…it was what you agreed too."

"Of course but I…that is to say…I mean… Oh boy."

The two adults stood in mild shock, desperately trying to make heads or tales of what was happening. There was something going on, something more then just having a stranger in the school.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Minerva, Harry, would you please go down to the Great Hall. I would like to speak with Harry's guest alone."

"I don't think…"

"Just go Harry. Everything will be fine."

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I finally got chapter three up, thanks to a very good friend of mine who got my computer up and running again. Apparently my brother-in-law accidentally did something to it when he and my sister were visiting.

The bad thing is my friend wasn't able to save all of my files…in other words I lost what I had already had written on this chapter. T_T

Strangely enough it turned out for the better. I had to start from scratch and I think the second go at it turn out much better then the original.

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