Chapter 56:

At first, Harry's dream was of being in the Department of Mysteries again. "Please!" he yelled. "Let us get the Prophesy!" But Voldemort was laughing, and suddenly, he turned into Sirius, laughing... laughing.... Laughing.
"I killed Holly. I can kill you, too."
"No!" yelled Harry. And suddenly, his dream changed.
A man was kneeling before him. "M-my Lord," he gasped. "It w-was gone, a-"
"Silence!" yelled Harry. "Now, have you any idea where it is?"
"No, My Lord, I-"
"Well, I would suggest you find it, as it's the only known one today."
"Yes, My Lord..."
"Can the Potion be completed without it?"
"N-not that I know of."
"Now, Avery, you aren't on my good side at the moment, and I suggest you do not fail this assignment. I will be sending Bellatrix to help you. Do I need to give you a reminder as to why you should not fail?" The man looked up, his eyes wide in fear, and his taut face looking extremely tired.
"N-no, my Lord, please-" More laughter. Harry was laughing.
"Crucio!"

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Snape looked at Harry, his black eyes narrowed dangerously. "What was that, Potter?" They were in Snape's classroom. Harry glanced over at the wall, where his shadow was magnified, and Snape looked even more foreboding. "Tell me, Potter, how is it that you expect us to go on to Legilimency, when you aren't even practicing Occlumency?" He watched Harry's blank face angrily, tapping his foot. Harry shrugged.
"I thought he couldn't get into my mind anymore; last semester I didn't practice it at all...."
"And what would have happened if the Dark Lord didn't want to get into your mind before, or had plans to suddenly possess your mind? Well?" Harry shrugged.
"I didn't think..."
"Exactly, Potter. You didn't think. This is exactly the type of nonsense that will jeopardize your getting into the Order when you're of age. You don't think."
Harry looked up at Snape angrily. "Well, we're hoping that by the time I'm of age, the Order won't be needed anymore!" Snape rolled his eyes hazardously.
"Now, one more time, and then we'll have you begin Legilimency. Brace yourself. Legilimens!" Harry took two steps backwards. He saw Lenore for the first time, he was in the snow with Ginny, he was talking to Amara, he was in Acacia's common room..."
"What the HELL, POTTER!" yelled Snape suddenly, grasping his head. "What was that? Did I not say that for me, a nice little Protego charm would do? You can save Crucio for Voldemort, Bloody shit!" Harry was very taken aback.
"Sorry, sir? What was that? I didn't do anything...."
Snape narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, seething.
"I didn't even try to stop you, Sir..."
"What was that last memory?" spat Snape, still cursing under his breath, as he stood up and walked across the Dungeon.
"I-it was... when I was in Acacia's common room, Professor..." said Harry, stealing a glance at the door, as Snape seemed ready to attack something.
"The room where the time was messed up and only the Heirs could get into?" he asked quickly. Harry nodded.
"Well," breathed Snape, "Fortunately for you, not many people will be able to get into your mind anymore, if you think of that room.... Unfortunately, the Dark Lord is one of the people who will be able to do it still... as is Lucius Malfoy. Of course, I doubt any of the Weasleys would try such a thing, and I doubt that your cousin would, so that wouldn't matter. But I believe it is in order that you try the Legilimens charm on each other to practice remembering that charm, and, even better, stopping anyone getting into your head at all..."
Harry frowned. "What exactly do you mean?"
"What I mean, Potter, is that people, except for direct heirs of the founders, cannot get into that room in real life without experiencing immense pain. The same goes for in your mind..." This surprised Harry, but at least he wouldn't have to do Occlumency anymore.
"Now, it's probably a rare occurrence that people digging into your minds will trigger that memory, so I want you all to practice with each other, I mean, I can't exactly give you all Occlumency lessons anymore, and it would be the perfect way for you to practice Legilimency.... Yes, yes. I will have to talk to Dumbledore. Now, go on. I will see you at group Occlumency tomorrow, unfortunately." Harry, puzzled, exited the room.
It had been a week since his dream, and he had forgotten it until his lesson today. Harry wondered desperately what it was Voldemort wanted, that was the only thing of its kind today, which could be used in a Potion. It had to be something that the Order members were trying to get as well, or that they already had. He failed miserably at thinking, however, and he resorted to asking Hermione later.
When he reached the Common Room, Katie Bell hurried up to him angrily. "Harry!" she yelled.
"Yeah?" he asked, turning around, praying that he hadn't accidentally missed another practice or something. She stood, looking furious, hands on her hips.
"Ugh!" she yelled, glaring at him.
"Yes?" he asked stupidly.
"We have a match Saturday, against Slytherin!"
"What?" asked Harry, taken aback. Their next match wasn't supposed to be for another month.
"I know!" yelled Katie angrily. "They somehow changed it, and the Slytherins have known about it for a month! Their captain, Wilmington or something, was supoposed to tell me, and he didn't until today, when he was harassing me in the corridors. Then I went to McGonagall, who said that she thought we knew! And guess who has the pitch booked practically EVERY hour that we don't? Slytherin." She then stormed away, stomping angrily, venting to anyone who would listen. Harry walked over to the window. Sure enough, he could see the Slytherin team training vigorously. Harry sighed as Ginny came over.
"Can you believe that?" she asked darkly. "Draco might've mentioned it a few times while he had the chance!" she said angrily.
"I know," said Harry angrily. "The match should be called off or postponed; why did they even move it up in the first place?" Ginny suddenly fidgeted nervously with her jacket zipper, and looked to the floor.
"What do you know?" he asked dangerously. "Ginny?"
She looked up. "They're.... well, Harry, please don't take this badly, but... they're going to... tear up the field..."
Something exploded inside Harry. The one thing he still loved more than anything.... "WHAT?" he demanded scathingly.
Ginny took a step backwards. "I... it's for.... It's for Mango, because she needs to live in a different environment, I suppose, and-"
"What?" asked Harry helplessly.
"They're going to rush the season, and then do it, but it'll only be this year, and-"
"How do you know?" asked Harry, upset.
"I o-overheard some people after an Order meeting.... Oh, please don't be mad, Harry! There's nothing we can do!"
"Yes there bloody well is!" yelled Harry. "I'm going to talk to Hagrid. Wanna come?"
"N-no thanks, Harry...."
In the common room, Ron rushed over to him, and pulled Hermione down to Hagrid's cabin. Harry tentatively knocked on the door, looking at Ron and Hermione for support. It opened a moment later.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione!" said Hagrid, surprised, opening up the door. "Haven't seen you three in awhile. Come on in..."
Harry smiled at the very tall man and stepped into the very warm cabin. The fire was ablaze. Mango and the other two babies looked up curiously. One of them began breathing fire.
"No, no!" yelled Hagrid, running over. "No, Snuggles!"
"Snuggles?" asked Ron vapidly. "Why am I not surprised?" he muttered. Hermione nodded. Suddenly she took a look at Mango.
"Hagrid," she breathed. "Is that what I think it is? A Paramariban Fire-Spitter?" Hagrid nodded fondly.
"I shoulda known yeh'd know, Hermione. Bloody brilliant, yeh are...." Hermione smiled widely.
"But how did you get it? The only known left of its kind died last year, in South America..."
"Ah, there's where yeh're wrong," said Hagrid, grinning. "She had a pile of eggs, an' poor Mango's the on'y one who survived." Hagrid smiled fondly at the orange baby dragon, who was hiccupping violently.
Suddenly, harry remembered why they were here. "Hagrid," he asked hurriedly, "is it true that they're destroying the Quidditch pitch for that dragon?" Hagrid looked down.
"I'd hoped yeh'd understand, Harry.... Yeh don't know how important it is that this dragon is here..."
"Maybe I would if someone would tell me," said Harry coolly.
"It isn't that simple, Harry. Trust me, I'd tell yeh if I could. But there's no way; it'd be impossible. Sorry, I really wish there was something I could do.... At least ye'll still get ter finish the season, Harry." Harry nodded, still angry, and after pretending to eat a rock cake, he, Hermione, and Ron left, all in bad spirits except Hermione, who was ecstatic about the dragon.
The whole trip up to the castle, she kept \chattering about it. "I still can't believe I didn't see it at the Order. I mean, Paramariban Fire- spitters have all sorts of amazing magical properties...."
The next morning, in Potions, Tabby was transferred into the class, because at first she hadn't been put into the NEWT class, by mistake. They were brewing a Potion of Victory today, which was far above their standards, and it was immensely complicated. Snape moved Hermione to partner with Malfoy, and Harry and Tabby became partners.
If it weren't for Tabby, Harry would never have been able to do the Potion. She even kept him entertained by her sardonic sense of humor. By the end of the Potion, Harry suspected that Tabby was even better at Potions than Hermione; Snape didn't even say anything as he passed the first time. Upon passing a second time, he muttered to Tabby that she surprisingly had talent. To this comment, Tabby raised her eyebrows and looked him right in the eye. When Snape broke eye contact first, she grinned in triumph.
"Not bad Occlumency skills either. Who did you learn from?" he asked, looking surprised.
"My Mom," said Tabby. "She's... you know, an American Auror..."

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A/N: Okay, that was a pretty quick update despite minimal reviews. Please review for this chapter, because I feel like I'm losing a LOT of interest, and if I don't get enough reviews in the next few days for this chapter, I might discontinue the story. So PLEASE review if you want me to keep going. I promise there IS a plot coming, and please bear with me, b/c I know it can be really confusing. Thanks, **Jinglez**