NOTE!!! Yes, I wrote the poems myself, but the first one was based on another one I've read, and the second one is a poem out of experience. We can just leave it at that I haven't had the perfect life, ok?
NOTE!! When "I'm going out for 10 minutes, I expect no disruptions" was said, IT WAS SNAPE! And he was going to DumblyDore to tell him about his suspicions for Golden Boy. That might clarify some things in this chapter…
ON WE GO!
Slipping into the tower as silently as possible, Draco found that he wasn't prepared for what he saw in front of him.
There was Harry Potter, Gryffindor Golden Boy, Savior of the Wizarding and Muggle World, leaning into the corner of a wall, sobbing. (AN: I know that you'd thing a tower wouldn't have walls, but once you come out of the doorway, I've always imagined there being two corners to the left and right of it – oh NEVERMIND! Its just how I saw it, so bear with me!) He slid down the wall, clutching his hair in his hands, knuckles white.
"Fucking – God dammit – c-cant – fucking t-take this…" he choked.
Draco watched helplessly for 10 minutes as Harry Potter cried heart-wrenching sobs.
Should I show myself? Draco thought. Of course not! He'd hex me halfway to Sunday, up ,down, and sideways, then back again! Wanting to comfort Harry more then he thought possible, he stood barely five feet away from him. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Harry." Dumbledore's voice came. Harry looked up, astonished and ashamed.
"P-Professor – I'm so sorry – I'll go." Harry began to get up, but was helpless, his legs still aching.
"No need, dear boy. I've heard all about the episode in the Potions dungeons. I dare say that I've been expecting something like this for a while, and it's all for the best that it happens now." Harry was about to speak when Dumbledore continued. "I have something for you. You already know how to work it, but this one is special."
And then there was the Penesive (spelling?).
Dumbledore handed Harry a beautiful bowl, with roses and lilies painted onto the side. There were some small imperfections, scratches, and chips along it, but it was beautiful none the less.
"Pro—Professor – I can't . . ."
"Yes, Harry. You can. And you must. I've already arranged some things for you, regarding your situation—"
"Please, sir, but is there any way that I can stay – well – invisible, and go to classes anyway?"
"Yes, Harry. I understand that you have an Invisibility Cloak, and I think it'd be best if you kept to yourself for as long as you need to. You may go to classes and copy the same notes as everyone else, but you wont be able to do the experiments, obviously. As for food and quarters," Dumbledore said, noting how Harry was about to speak, "I've already arranged that. There is a room not to far from here where you can get to. It's behind a very old portrait, and only you can have the password. A house elf will bring you food." Sorrow filled his large eyes. "Harry, I'm worried about you, but you may stay in that room for as long as needed, just keep up your marks, please. The professors will be notified. And I do have a great and largely important matter to discuss with you."
As if on cue, Remus Lupin walked in. Yet upon seeing Harry's distraught state, he rushed to his side.
"Harry! Oh Harry, are you all right?"
"Yeah, Professor Lu—"
"Remus. Call me Remus, okay?"
"Sure. I-I'm fine." Remus smiled sadly.
"Well, I know you're not, and we'll talk about it later, but there IS something that would make you much happier – even thought I have NO clue what it is, Dumbledore seemed very confident!"
"Remus, please, control yourself. And yes, Harry, we will have to speak later. Do you remember the events of last year?"
How could I NOT, Harry thought. My godfather died, like I'll forget that really quick. Sure.
Harry nodded dumbly.
"After the Ministry declared the Department of Mysteries safe again – to some extent – I went down there on some personal matters. Now, seeing as how you've matured, I think it's only fair to tell you that I lost my wife, Anne, daughter, Serinta, and son, Jason to the Mr. Tom Riddle. I've learned much from those experiences, and over the course of 15 years, I – and many others – have been working on a spell that can bring back someone's body and soul."
Harry was dumbfounded, as was Draco in the corner where he now resided.
"I cannot supply you with much explanation, for some of these things are personal, but upon long decision, I've brought you a companion to stay with you while you remain invisible."
"Professor – Remus – if you can bring someone back to this world, then what about –"
"Your parents have been deceased for too long to resurrect them. That was Remus' first choice, also. I'm sorry."
"N-No, it's okay. But Remus – wouldn't you want to bring back S-Sirius?" Harry was somewhat confused.
Remus knelt next to Harry who was still in the corner.
"Sirius and I were best of friends, and I thought it'd be selfish to think of myself before you who needs your parents more then anything."
"Wow, Remus. That's – that's the best thing anyone's ever done for me…" Harry looked back at Dumbledore with sad eyes. "So who could you bring back?"
And the door opened again.
