Chapter 13

She ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Her heart was hammering inside her throat. She could barely breathe, but she had to get Dumbledore. 'Voldemort's going to attack the school?!' she thought frantically. She didn't even know where his office was but she had to try. Just then all the wind was knocked out of her as an arm came out of no where and wrapped itself around her stomach. She struggled to get free before she realized who it was.

"Whoa, Pansy! Where's the fire?" Draco's drawling voice said.

"Not now, Draco I have to find Dumbledore!" she said desperately.

"What do you want with that old fool," the blonde boy replied somewhat annoyed.

"Just let me go!" Pansy was starting to panic. What if she didn't warn Dumbledore in time? She started to struggle again. This did little except make Draco more annoyed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped.

"I told you," she said, now starting to lose her own patience. With all her might she pushed Draco from her, "I have to find Dumbledore!"

Just as Draco was about to respond to Pansy's shove, with his wand, Dumbledore poked his head from around the corner.

"Did someone call me?" he said with a small smile.

p"Professor!" Pansy was so relieved she could barley speak. "It's Harry," she managed to say, "Come quick!" With that she began to run back towards the Great Hall.

The smile that the headmaster had worn now dissolved into nothingness, as he quickly followed Pansy. The two left a stunned Draco standing in the hallway by himself.

'What the hell is going on around here? First father tells me to stay here for Christmas, now Pansy's calling Potter by his name?!' a confused Draco thought. He decided to follow the two to see exactly what was going on.

When Pansy and Dumbledore reached the hall, Harry was exactly where she had left him. He looked deathly pale and it was easy to see that his breathing was shallow. Dumbledore quickly ran over to the lifeless looking boy and checked him over. Then he whispered 'ennervate'. Slowly, Harry woke. He still had his hand over his scar, but when he removed it, it was plain that the scar was very well defined. It almost looked…fresh.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" the headmaster asked.

As soon as he heard Dumbledore's voice, Harry began rambling incoherently trying to get it all out. "Ssshhh," Dumbledore whispered. "Let's get you to the hospital wing first."

Draco saw them heading towards the doors and hid behind a suit of armor. He watched as the trio made their way to the hospital wing. When they were a safe distance away, he followed.

Once Harry was in bed, Madame Pomfrey gave him a calming potion for his nerves and a cooling potion so that his scar would stop burning. Once Dumbledore was satisfied that he was okay, he began to ask his questions. All Pansy could do was sit on the bed next to Harry and listen silently as he relived his vision.

"I am assuming that you have seen something very disturbing, Harry?" the headmaster began. "If you could please start from the beginning and tell me everything you saw." His calming voice made Harry feel slightly better, but then he remembered what he was about to say and the good feeling was gone.

"I saw a big living room. It was huge and fancy. And then a few hundred death eaters apparated in." Pansy gasped and Dumbledore shifted in his seat. "I only saw flashes this time so I didn't really understand it all. But I, well Voldemort, said that he had a plan. He said he knew he wanted to go through with it ever since what happened at the Ministry of Magic two years ago. I felt his anger, he was so determined…" Harry's voice trailed off. He couldn't bring himself to say it. Dumbledore sensed his hesitation and prodded him forward.

"And what happened next?"

"Well, this is when the flashes started. I heard something about dementors and giants. Then some of the death eaters were laughing. Then he said that-that…he was going to attack the school," he finished in a rush.

"What?" Dumbledore asked sternly.

Harry sighed. "Voldemort's going to attack the school, in June." Dumbledore frowned. Harry had never seen him looking so old and worn as he did right now. Not even the time in fifth year after the department of mysteries incident.

"Is there anything else Harry?"

The truth was that there was something else, something that Harry had been trying to figure out since he had regained consciousness. He wasn't sure if it was important, but he figured that Dumbledore should know. "Um, I saw Mr. Parkinson there. Voldemort called him Maximus." Pansy let out a small squeak of terror. Harry took her hand and held it gently before continuing. "He was standing in front of me, and he looked really pleased with himself, like he had just done something important. Then I felt happy, well Voldemort felt happy. Then Maximus said 'I do what I must for the cause.' It's probably nothing important, I just thought it was weird," Harry finished somewhat lamely.

At this last thought, however, Dumbledore was looking at Pansy with a sad expression. "I am afraid, Harry that what you have just said is indeed very important. It is my fear that your father, Pansy, has told Voldemort about you and Harry becoming rather close. This makes you a target. And if he is to attack the school, I believe he will try to get Harry out and away from my protection. To do this he will likely lure those that Harry loves away because he knows that Harry will go after them."

Pansy looked at Harry with a mix of shock and sadness. Harry however did not see this. A surge of anger had welled up inside him that he couldn't ignore. "More like he knows how stupid I am, how I always have to play the hero, right!" Harry yelled. Pansy let go of his hand. He couldn't believe Dumbledore had just said what he did. He was fuming with anger.

"Harry," Dumbledore spoke in his forever calm voice, "You cannot let your anger get the best of you. Loving your friends is not a bad thing and wanting to save them if they are in trouble is not stupid, it is brave and noble. You are a Gryffindor after all."

Harry was not hearing a word coming out of the headmaster's mouth. He was so angry that there was a funny ringing noise in his ears. He would have loved nothing more than to punch Dumbledore full on.

That was the last thing he remembered before his scar burst open.

Dumbledore noticed the look on Harry's face change from indignant anger to one of pure, unfiltered hate. His normally green eyes seemed restrained behind fiery ones. When Harry reached for the headmaster's arm, Dumbledore had no time to react. Harry now had his arm in a vice-like grip and wasn't letting go. Pansy stood back horrified at what was happening in front of her, yet she couldn't help but marvel at how calm Dumbledore was being.

"Harry, let go of my arm," his voice was even and calm.

Then Harry spoke in a voice very much unlike his own. "You fool. You can not begin to imagine what I have in store for you. Mark my words…you will all die."

"You do not have to do this Tom. It is not too late. Leave the boy now or I will be forced to act." Dumbledore's voice was no longer calm but instead it was harsh and warning.

"You couldn't kill me two years ago and you won't now. That will be your undoing." Then Harry's whole body went limp and he was unconscious once more.

Pansy couldn't recall being as scared as she was in those few minutes. But she was also confused. 'Why did he call Harry 'Tom'?' she thought. She walked slowly to the bed and looked at Harry's face. He looked tired and worn out. She gently pushed aside the hair on his forehead and noticed that his scar was almost red. She finally got the courage to ask what she had been wondering.

"Professor, what just happened? Is he going to be alright?"

"Unfortunately, he will be unconscious for a while. I am afraid that these events have taken a lot out of him."

"But what happened? Why was he acting that way? And why did you call him 'Tom'?"

"Miss Parkinson, the person you just saw grab hold of my arm was not Harry. The Dark Lord possessed him."

She couldn't take that news. It was all swimming around in her head: her father, You-Know-Who, Harry possessed, her a possible target. Dumbledore's words were dancing unpleasantly in her head, 'he will likely lure those that Harry loves away…Does he really?' That was he last thought before she fainted.

Someone was listening outside the doors of the hospital, but he went unnoticed. He quickly turned on his heel and went to his common room. After all, he had a very important letter to write to his father.