I'm so sorry!!!! I have had so much work it is not even funny. I know
how annoying it is when an author doesn't write! So I will understand if no
one wants to read this anymore.
Oh and I loved the review Fire Mage! Snitch boxers hmm. that has potential. Anyway thank you too amythest the reviews are always appreciated!
I don't own Harry Potter. If anyone still cares!
Leaving the Shire!
Pippin: Look Merry its Frodo Baggins!
Merry: Why hello Frodo!
Sam: Get off him! (Merry hands him things.)
Frodo: What are you doing?
Sam: You've been in farmer Maggot's crop!
(Running for dear life!)
Merry: I don't see why he's so upset it's just a few carrots!
Pippin: And some cabbages! And those two sacks of potatoes from last week! And the mushrooms from the week before!
Merry: Yes Pippin! My point is he's clearly over reacting!
(And they all fell down!)
Pippin: Oh, that was close. (His face is almost in dung!)
Merry: I think I broke something (snapped carrot).oh.
Sam: Humph, trust a Took and a Brandybuck.
Merry: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut.
Sam: A shortcut to what?
Pippin: Mushrooms!
(Both Sam and Merry make it a point to slam Pippin to the ground!)
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ (Whee!)
Harry opened his eyes groggily thinking, 'I had the strangest dream.' His surroundings seemed very gray and fuzzy.
"Someone's taken off my glasses," He murmured softly. He turned to look for them and was greeted with a sight that made his stomach plummet.
Draco was holding his glasses out to him. "I believe you're looking for these." The other boy stated. "They fell off."
"Thanks" Harry sighed ruefully as he slipped them on. "It was real then."
Draco nodded.
Harry ran a distracted hand through his hair as he moaned, "I was hoping it had just been some dream. I mean, how can I read minds?"
"Who knows?" Draco shrugged, "We just know you can."
"It could have just been a fluke," Harry offered hoping more than believing it to be true.
Draco sighed, "How could it have been? You knew exactly what I was thinking. Besides wasn't the death eater enough proof?"
Harry looked at him blankly, "What do you mean? I heard him talking to himself."
"Correction," Draco cut him off. "You heard him thinking to himself. I was close enough that I would have heard him had he been talking out loud."
Harry silently looked at the hospital door before him. 'Your two best friends are in there because of you!' he thought guiltily. Turning away he slammed his fist into his palm angrily as he murmured, "Every time something starts going right Voldemort has to come and ruin it. It's not even me he's hurting anymore it's the people I love."
Draco was about to say something, but he decided to let the matter be. Instead he sat in silence letting the other boy pull himself together.
Harry took some deep breaths then abruptly stood up.
Draco looked up at him. "Where are you going?" He queried.
"To go see Dumbledore." Harry told the other boy as he took one last look at the hospital wing before he turned on his heel and strode down the corridor.
Draco scrambled to get up and follow. "You're going to tell him! Will he believe you? I mean it's kind of a rare talent."
"If anyone is going to believe me Dumbledore will." Harry stated as he purposefully walked towards the gargoyle statue. Soon the two of them were standing before the statue.
"Now what?" Draco asked.
Harry looked hard at the gargoyle. "You have to say the password. It's normally some sort of candy."
"Any ideas what type?" Draco asked hopefully.
Harry shook his head. He was about to say "Fizzing Whizzbies." When the gargoyle suddenly jumped aside.
Cornelius Fudge came through the opening. He did not notice Harry or Draco since he was so deep in thought.
'There has to be some sort of mistake!' The minister's thoughts invaded Harry's mind making him groan. 'You know who can't be back, just can't be.'
The little man noticed the two boys and jumped. "What are you doing here?" He asked looking quite flustered.
"We need to talk to the Headmaster." Harry answered.
'I'm not sure about that boy.' Fudge's thoughts kept on coming. 'He probably has something to do with this whole affair.' They trickled into Harry's mind like water.
Harry thought he would go mad. He just wanted to shout, "Leave me alone!" He held his tongue though as Draco excused both of them out of the minister's presence.
"You looked like a ghost went through you." Draco murmured as they went through the passage to the spiral stairs.
"I suspect I did. It was a bit of a nasty shock hearing his thoughts. He thinks that this whole thing isn't real." Harry seethed. "Fudge thinks Dumbledore made a mistake!"
Draco shook his head. "He'll be the ruin of the ministry."
They were in front of the headmaster's door now. Harry gently rapped on it.
Dumbledore opened it and upon seeing Harry sighed. "Ah Harry," He then saw Draco and raised his silver eyebrows in mild surprise. "And Draco. Come in." He shut the door after them.
Harry looked around the room everything was the same the silver instruments, the snoozing pictures, and Fawkes the phoenix on his golden perch. Harry sat in a chair in front of the Professor's desk and Draco followed suit.
"I was going to call you in later but you seem to have beaten me to the punch," Dumbledore sighed. Harry had never seen him look so old.
'How can I say I protect these students if I could not prevent this terrible deed?' Dumbledore's weary thoughts came to Harry.
Harry flinched inwardly. It was killing him to hear the Headmaster like this. The person he had so much faith in. so overcome with despair.
"Harry," Dumbledore began. "Professor McGonagall told me you seemed to know a lot about the attacker."
Harry took a deep breath, "Yes Professor, you see." He cut off as two people burst into the office.
Professor Snape and Cornelius Fudge came through the door.
"Headmaster," Snape spoke in a sharp voice. "The minister feels that there has been a mistake."
Fudge puffed up indignantly saying, "The man was not given orders by the Dark Lord. He just must have done too many executions."
'It's funny that the person who is a "Death Eater" is one that Potter named off last year. Also Harry is the one to find him.' Fudge's doubtful thoughts had returned. 'How do we know the boy didn't set this up?'
Harry probably would have lost it right then and there had Professor Dumbledore not spoken about him.
"Harry has come to tell me all he knows about the attack Cornelius." Dumbledore stated softly. Turning to Harry he asked, "Harry do you know anything that could help us?"
Harry gulped, now was definitely not the time to reveal his secret. It would have to wait.
"Yes," Harry started. "I was coming back from the library and I heard someone whispering. He said something about his master."
"Delusional," Fudge cut in. "The man was crazy, so maybe he thought you know who had returned."
"He was whispering?" Snape queried. "My, you have sharp hearing Potter."
Harry knew better than to take that comment as a compliment. Snape knew something he didn't.
"Macnair said something else too," Harry added softly. "He said Master said to get to him by hurting those he cares for. His weakness is his love of those he treasures. His friends. He was talking about me." Harry choked on the next words, "That is why my friends almost died."
The headmaster's eyes softened, Draco looked at him sadly, and even the potion's master's cold sneer fell from his lips.
Fudge said nothing but Harry still heard the doubtful thoughts.
"Thank you Harry," Dumbledore murmured. "You may go."
Fudge started to protest, but fell silent as Dumbledore turned his blue gaze upon him.
Harry and Draco stood up from their seats and left the circular office.
As soon as they were through the opening at the bottom of the stairs the gargoyle leapt back into place.
"So, what are we going to do?" Draco asked softly.
"What can we do?" Harry sighed. "I couldn't have told him then you know. Fudge already thinks I'm crazy. Besides, Dumbledore already has enough to worry about. It wouldn't be fair to tell him he has to figure out this problem too."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "I just wish we knew why you can hear thoughts though. There must be some trait you have that would explain why. If we could just find what it is."
Then a thought hit Harry, "Draco, I know the perfect place to look."
Draco looked at him quizzically then groaned, "Oh no not the."
Library was printed on the sign above the huge doors that lead to Madame Pince's domain.
"I hate coming in here." Draco growled.
"Why?" Harry chortled. "Books don't bite."
"To many people." Draco sniffed. "I prefer not to be noticed."
"I noticed," Harry, added thought fully. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask why you were here at school before everyone else."
"Troubles at home." Draco replied stonily as he went into the library. Obviously this matter was closed. Harry noticed the other boy scratch a bandage on his left wrist but decided not to ask and went to look at the shelves instead.
'Where would it be?' He thought.
After about fifteen minutes of no success Draco came over.
"Why don't we ask her?" Draco nodded towards the librarian.
"Oh sure, that would work." Harry muttered. "Why would we want to know about mind reading?"
"It interests us?" Draco suggested.
Harry quirked one of his eyebrows as a response to that suggestion.
"A project?" Draco tried again.
"You can try if you want." Harry shrugged as he turned back to the shelves.
Draco did just that. Walking up to Madame Pince he asked her quietly for help. Surprisingly enough he received it.
"Over here," the librarian pointed to a rather small section of the library.
Draco thanked her and hurriedly went look at the books.
"Divination!" He whispered in surprise as Harry came over to investigate.
"You're kidding!" Harry whispered back.
After seizing two or three volumes apiece the boys took over a table.
"Seeing Tomorrow Today" and "The Art of the Crystal Ball" are the first two chapters I don't this will work" Draco sighed putting his first book down.
Harry however wasn't paying attention. He had found a book called Advanced Seeing, and it seemed to have some potential.
There are many types of seers. The prologue of the book began. In this book you will learn more about the highly advanced ones. The gift comes in many forms some more mysterious and rare than others. The first advanced form is the art of seeing into the near future. (See pg 25) The second is the art of being able to see into the distant future, into the forgotten past, and sometimes make prophecies. (See pg 105) Lastly the rarest and most powerful form of seeing, the art of seeing truth. (See pg 230) We will.
Harry skipped the rest of the prologue. 'Seeing truth?' he thought. 'Sounds promising.'
He flipped to page 230 as Draco went on the hunt for more books. The article read.
Seeing Truth
There have been few seers with this gift. So few, in fact, that there have been only two recorded cases of this talent. (See "Great Seers" pg 490) The truth seer has the abilities of all the lower seers. They can foresee the near future, the distant future, the ancient past, and make prophecies. However, they have one added talent that until discovered in these people was unheard of. Truth seers can read minds.
Harry stared hard at these words. The article continued on to say that thus far no other magical humans have shown this ability.
Draco returned mumbling about how libraries can be so useless sometimes. He paused in his ranting when he saw Harry's dumbstruck face.
"What's the matter?" He asked. "Did you rip it or something?"
Harry wordlessly looked up at Draco then pointed to the article.
Draco took the book curiously and read. He stopped at the point Harry had and gaped. He looked at Harry then back at the book.
"No way!" He murmured his eyes wide. "A truth seer!"
"I know," Harry groaned. "I wish it was wrong, but it says that they are the only magical people who can do it."
Draco whistled softly muttering, "Who would have thought?"
"Yeah," Harry sighed. "But some things don't add up. I have no gift for divination so how can I be."
Draco cut him off, "You think you don't. Look at this." He pointed to a lower part of the article. It read.
Even truth seers suffer the same symptoms the lower seers do. They forget most things they see.
"So you could be seeing and forgetting it." Draco stated in a matter- of - fact tone.
"Yeah," Harry crinkled his brow in concentration. "But wouldn't I remember."
His words trailed off as something surfaced in his mind. Visions of the divination class came to his mind.
"Remember!" The mirror version cried out. Harry felt his jaw drop. "Remember!" It cried out again.
'Remember what?' Harry thought wildly. Surprisingly enough, the mirror answered.
"Water and Earth will be threatened while Fire cries for help!" The little version continued to yell, "You must be there to aid them or all will be lost before it has even begun!"
'What do you mean by Fire, Earth, and Water?' Harry thought totally confused.
"Remember!" The little figure continued to yell as it began to fade from the water. 'No!' Harry thought desperately, 'I don't understand!' but it was too late the water was clear.
Harry's mind came back to the present with a jolt. Draco was staring at him nervously.
"I remember." Harry murmured.
"What?" Draco perked up, "You remember seeing something?"
Harry nodded slowly answering, "Yes, I remember what I saw in divination, but it still doesn't make sense."
"What was it?" Draco asked. He took out a piece of parchment and dipped his quill adding, "I'll write it down."
"It's a warning I think." Harry began, "Water and Earth will be threatened while Fire cries for help. You must be there to aid them or all will be lost before it has even begun."
Draco looked thoughtful as he scratched down the last few words, "Water, fire, and earth?"
"See what I mean?" Harry sighed. "No sense at all. We'll just have to ask Hermione about it."
Draco tensed up at these words. After a moment he whispered, "You mean you'll have to ask Hermione about it."
Harry looked over at the other boy realizing who he was. He shook his head sighing, "No Draco. You are coming too."
"They won't talk to me!" Draco exclaimed, "Have you forgotten who I am?"
"No," Harry stated calmly. "I have not forgotten, but the past must be set aside. We do not need to be enemies."
Draco stayed silent.
'They still won't trust me.' His thoughts came to Harry's mind softly.
Harry shook his head and whispered, "Not at first. You have to give them a reason to trust you."
"You mean tell them about. Harry they won't like that I was in the common room. I shouldn't have." He broke off.
"We'll both tell them tomorrow." Harry stated firmly.
Draco nodded though he looked like he wanted to avoid the encounter.
Harry stood up cradling Advanced Seeing in his arms. He was definitely checking this one out. "Okay, we'll meet in the Great Hall at 7:00 in the morning so we can go to the wing."
"Yeah," Draco agreed as they made their way towards the check- out counter. "I have to go anyway." He gestured towards the bandage on his wrist. "I need to have this checked."
Harry looked at the bandage quizzically as he nodded, "Sure." The librarian checked out his book swiftly and soon the boys were out in the hall heading towards the dormitories.
"See you," Draco waved as he went towards the dungeons.
Harry waved back as he made his own way up the stairs.
After what seemed like forever he was in front of the fat lady's portrait and giving her the password.
Luckily the common room was blissfully empty. Harry really didn't want to answer questions.
He managed to drag himself up the stairs and made his way into the boy's room. Almost all of the beds were filled, all of them except his own and Ron's.
He pushed the angry thoughts that came to him and changed into his pajamas. After he was completely ready for bed he flopped down on his four- poster but found he could not sleep. Visions of Ron and Hermione kept on coming to him every time he closed his eyes.
'I have to sleep,' Harry thought wearily an hour later.
Suddenly Neville murmured, "More chocolates please.. No more cream."
Harry smiled as he thought, 'At least some one is having a good dream.' Then an idea hit him. 'Why not?' Harry reasoned in his mind, 'Dreams are thoughts.'
He closed his eyes and focused on Neville. Thoughts of candy, ice cream, and other pleasant foods filled his mind.
'Good ole Neville,' Harry thought drowsily. 'I'll have to get him some sweets from Hogsmeade for this.' And with that last thought he drifted of to sleep.
*** Wow that was long! Anyway, Fire Mage can I borrow the snitch boxers? Please!!! Tell me in a review if I can! Thanks I love you guys! Neo- Kitty
Oh and I loved the review Fire Mage! Snitch boxers hmm. that has potential. Anyway thank you too amythest the reviews are always appreciated!
I don't own Harry Potter. If anyone still cares!
Leaving the Shire!
Pippin: Look Merry its Frodo Baggins!
Merry: Why hello Frodo!
Sam: Get off him! (Merry hands him things.)
Frodo: What are you doing?
Sam: You've been in farmer Maggot's crop!
(Running for dear life!)
Merry: I don't see why he's so upset it's just a few carrots!
Pippin: And some cabbages! And those two sacks of potatoes from last week! And the mushrooms from the week before!
Merry: Yes Pippin! My point is he's clearly over reacting!
(And they all fell down!)
Pippin: Oh, that was close. (His face is almost in dung!)
Merry: I think I broke something (snapped carrot).oh.
Sam: Humph, trust a Took and a Brandybuck.
Merry: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut.
Sam: A shortcut to what?
Pippin: Mushrooms!
(Both Sam and Merry make it a point to slam Pippin to the ground!)
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ (Whee!)
Harry opened his eyes groggily thinking, 'I had the strangest dream.' His surroundings seemed very gray and fuzzy.
"Someone's taken off my glasses," He murmured softly. He turned to look for them and was greeted with a sight that made his stomach plummet.
Draco was holding his glasses out to him. "I believe you're looking for these." The other boy stated. "They fell off."
"Thanks" Harry sighed ruefully as he slipped them on. "It was real then."
Draco nodded.
Harry ran a distracted hand through his hair as he moaned, "I was hoping it had just been some dream. I mean, how can I read minds?"
"Who knows?" Draco shrugged, "We just know you can."
"It could have just been a fluke," Harry offered hoping more than believing it to be true.
Draco sighed, "How could it have been? You knew exactly what I was thinking. Besides wasn't the death eater enough proof?"
Harry looked at him blankly, "What do you mean? I heard him talking to himself."
"Correction," Draco cut him off. "You heard him thinking to himself. I was close enough that I would have heard him had he been talking out loud."
Harry silently looked at the hospital door before him. 'Your two best friends are in there because of you!' he thought guiltily. Turning away he slammed his fist into his palm angrily as he murmured, "Every time something starts going right Voldemort has to come and ruin it. It's not even me he's hurting anymore it's the people I love."
Draco was about to say something, but he decided to let the matter be. Instead he sat in silence letting the other boy pull himself together.
Harry took some deep breaths then abruptly stood up.
Draco looked up at him. "Where are you going?" He queried.
"To go see Dumbledore." Harry told the other boy as he took one last look at the hospital wing before he turned on his heel and strode down the corridor.
Draco scrambled to get up and follow. "You're going to tell him! Will he believe you? I mean it's kind of a rare talent."
"If anyone is going to believe me Dumbledore will." Harry stated as he purposefully walked towards the gargoyle statue. Soon the two of them were standing before the statue.
"Now what?" Draco asked.
Harry looked hard at the gargoyle. "You have to say the password. It's normally some sort of candy."
"Any ideas what type?" Draco asked hopefully.
Harry shook his head. He was about to say "Fizzing Whizzbies." When the gargoyle suddenly jumped aside.
Cornelius Fudge came through the opening. He did not notice Harry or Draco since he was so deep in thought.
'There has to be some sort of mistake!' The minister's thoughts invaded Harry's mind making him groan. 'You know who can't be back, just can't be.'
The little man noticed the two boys and jumped. "What are you doing here?" He asked looking quite flustered.
"We need to talk to the Headmaster." Harry answered.
'I'm not sure about that boy.' Fudge's thoughts kept on coming. 'He probably has something to do with this whole affair.' They trickled into Harry's mind like water.
Harry thought he would go mad. He just wanted to shout, "Leave me alone!" He held his tongue though as Draco excused both of them out of the minister's presence.
"You looked like a ghost went through you." Draco murmured as they went through the passage to the spiral stairs.
"I suspect I did. It was a bit of a nasty shock hearing his thoughts. He thinks that this whole thing isn't real." Harry seethed. "Fudge thinks Dumbledore made a mistake!"
Draco shook his head. "He'll be the ruin of the ministry."
They were in front of the headmaster's door now. Harry gently rapped on it.
Dumbledore opened it and upon seeing Harry sighed. "Ah Harry," He then saw Draco and raised his silver eyebrows in mild surprise. "And Draco. Come in." He shut the door after them.
Harry looked around the room everything was the same the silver instruments, the snoozing pictures, and Fawkes the phoenix on his golden perch. Harry sat in a chair in front of the Professor's desk and Draco followed suit.
"I was going to call you in later but you seem to have beaten me to the punch," Dumbledore sighed. Harry had never seen him look so old.
'How can I say I protect these students if I could not prevent this terrible deed?' Dumbledore's weary thoughts came to Harry.
Harry flinched inwardly. It was killing him to hear the Headmaster like this. The person he had so much faith in. so overcome with despair.
"Harry," Dumbledore began. "Professor McGonagall told me you seemed to know a lot about the attacker."
Harry took a deep breath, "Yes Professor, you see." He cut off as two people burst into the office.
Professor Snape and Cornelius Fudge came through the door.
"Headmaster," Snape spoke in a sharp voice. "The minister feels that there has been a mistake."
Fudge puffed up indignantly saying, "The man was not given orders by the Dark Lord. He just must have done too many executions."
'It's funny that the person who is a "Death Eater" is one that Potter named off last year. Also Harry is the one to find him.' Fudge's doubtful thoughts had returned. 'How do we know the boy didn't set this up?'
Harry probably would have lost it right then and there had Professor Dumbledore not spoken about him.
"Harry has come to tell me all he knows about the attack Cornelius." Dumbledore stated softly. Turning to Harry he asked, "Harry do you know anything that could help us?"
Harry gulped, now was definitely not the time to reveal his secret. It would have to wait.
"Yes," Harry started. "I was coming back from the library and I heard someone whispering. He said something about his master."
"Delusional," Fudge cut in. "The man was crazy, so maybe he thought you know who had returned."
"He was whispering?" Snape queried. "My, you have sharp hearing Potter."
Harry knew better than to take that comment as a compliment. Snape knew something he didn't.
"Macnair said something else too," Harry added softly. "He said Master said to get to him by hurting those he cares for. His weakness is his love of those he treasures. His friends. He was talking about me." Harry choked on the next words, "That is why my friends almost died."
The headmaster's eyes softened, Draco looked at him sadly, and even the potion's master's cold sneer fell from his lips.
Fudge said nothing but Harry still heard the doubtful thoughts.
"Thank you Harry," Dumbledore murmured. "You may go."
Fudge started to protest, but fell silent as Dumbledore turned his blue gaze upon him.
Harry and Draco stood up from their seats and left the circular office.
As soon as they were through the opening at the bottom of the stairs the gargoyle leapt back into place.
"So, what are we going to do?" Draco asked softly.
"What can we do?" Harry sighed. "I couldn't have told him then you know. Fudge already thinks I'm crazy. Besides, Dumbledore already has enough to worry about. It wouldn't be fair to tell him he has to figure out this problem too."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "I just wish we knew why you can hear thoughts though. There must be some trait you have that would explain why. If we could just find what it is."
Then a thought hit Harry, "Draco, I know the perfect place to look."
Draco looked at him quizzically then groaned, "Oh no not the."
Library was printed on the sign above the huge doors that lead to Madame Pince's domain.
"I hate coming in here." Draco growled.
"Why?" Harry chortled. "Books don't bite."
"To many people." Draco sniffed. "I prefer not to be noticed."
"I noticed," Harry, added thought fully. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask why you were here at school before everyone else."
"Troubles at home." Draco replied stonily as he went into the library. Obviously this matter was closed. Harry noticed the other boy scratch a bandage on his left wrist but decided not to ask and went to look at the shelves instead.
'Where would it be?' He thought.
After about fifteen minutes of no success Draco came over.
"Why don't we ask her?" Draco nodded towards the librarian.
"Oh sure, that would work." Harry muttered. "Why would we want to know about mind reading?"
"It interests us?" Draco suggested.
Harry quirked one of his eyebrows as a response to that suggestion.
"A project?" Draco tried again.
"You can try if you want." Harry shrugged as he turned back to the shelves.
Draco did just that. Walking up to Madame Pince he asked her quietly for help. Surprisingly enough he received it.
"Over here," the librarian pointed to a rather small section of the library.
Draco thanked her and hurriedly went look at the books.
"Divination!" He whispered in surprise as Harry came over to investigate.
"You're kidding!" Harry whispered back.
After seizing two or three volumes apiece the boys took over a table.
"Seeing Tomorrow Today" and "The Art of the Crystal Ball" are the first two chapters I don't this will work" Draco sighed putting his first book down.
Harry however wasn't paying attention. He had found a book called Advanced Seeing, and it seemed to have some potential.
There are many types of seers. The prologue of the book began. In this book you will learn more about the highly advanced ones. The gift comes in many forms some more mysterious and rare than others. The first advanced form is the art of seeing into the near future. (See pg 25) The second is the art of being able to see into the distant future, into the forgotten past, and sometimes make prophecies. (See pg 105) Lastly the rarest and most powerful form of seeing, the art of seeing truth. (See pg 230) We will.
Harry skipped the rest of the prologue. 'Seeing truth?' he thought. 'Sounds promising.'
He flipped to page 230 as Draco went on the hunt for more books. The article read.
Seeing Truth
There have been few seers with this gift. So few, in fact, that there have been only two recorded cases of this talent. (See "Great Seers" pg 490) The truth seer has the abilities of all the lower seers. They can foresee the near future, the distant future, the ancient past, and make prophecies. However, they have one added talent that until discovered in these people was unheard of. Truth seers can read minds.
Harry stared hard at these words. The article continued on to say that thus far no other magical humans have shown this ability.
Draco returned mumbling about how libraries can be so useless sometimes. He paused in his ranting when he saw Harry's dumbstruck face.
"What's the matter?" He asked. "Did you rip it or something?"
Harry wordlessly looked up at Draco then pointed to the article.
Draco took the book curiously and read. He stopped at the point Harry had and gaped. He looked at Harry then back at the book.
"No way!" He murmured his eyes wide. "A truth seer!"
"I know," Harry groaned. "I wish it was wrong, but it says that they are the only magical people who can do it."
Draco whistled softly muttering, "Who would have thought?"
"Yeah," Harry sighed. "But some things don't add up. I have no gift for divination so how can I be."
Draco cut him off, "You think you don't. Look at this." He pointed to a lower part of the article. It read.
Even truth seers suffer the same symptoms the lower seers do. They forget most things they see.
"So you could be seeing and forgetting it." Draco stated in a matter- of - fact tone.
"Yeah," Harry crinkled his brow in concentration. "But wouldn't I remember."
His words trailed off as something surfaced in his mind. Visions of the divination class came to his mind.
"Remember!" The mirror version cried out. Harry felt his jaw drop. "Remember!" It cried out again.
'Remember what?' Harry thought wildly. Surprisingly enough, the mirror answered.
"Water and Earth will be threatened while Fire cries for help!" The little version continued to yell, "You must be there to aid them or all will be lost before it has even begun!"
'What do you mean by Fire, Earth, and Water?' Harry thought totally confused.
"Remember!" The little figure continued to yell as it began to fade from the water. 'No!' Harry thought desperately, 'I don't understand!' but it was too late the water was clear.
Harry's mind came back to the present with a jolt. Draco was staring at him nervously.
"I remember." Harry murmured.
"What?" Draco perked up, "You remember seeing something?"
Harry nodded slowly answering, "Yes, I remember what I saw in divination, but it still doesn't make sense."
"What was it?" Draco asked. He took out a piece of parchment and dipped his quill adding, "I'll write it down."
"It's a warning I think." Harry began, "Water and Earth will be threatened while Fire cries for help. You must be there to aid them or all will be lost before it has even begun."
Draco looked thoughtful as he scratched down the last few words, "Water, fire, and earth?"
"See what I mean?" Harry sighed. "No sense at all. We'll just have to ask Hermione about it."
Draco tensed up at these words. After a moment he whispered, "You mean you'll have to ask Hermione about it."
Harry looked over at the other boy realizing who he was. He shook his head sighing, "No Draco. You are coming too."
"They won't talk to me!" Draco exclaimed, "Have you forgotten who I am?"
"No," Harry stated calmly. "I have not forgotten, but the past must be set aside. We do not need to be enemies."
Draco stayed silent.
'They still won't trust me.' His thoughts came to Harry's mind softly.
Harry shook his head and whispered, "Not at first. You have to give them a reason to trust you."
"You mean tell them about. Harry they won't like that I was in the common room. I shouldn't have." He broke off.
"We'll both tell them tomorrow." Harry stated firmly.
Draco nodded though he looked like he wanted to avoid the encounter.
Harry stood up cradling Advanced Seeing in his arms. He was definitely checking this one out. "Okay, we'll meet in the Great Hall at 7:00 in the morning so we can go to the wing."
"Yeah," Draco agreed as they made their way towards the check- out counter. "I have to go anyway." He gestured towards the bandage on his wrist. "I need to have this checked."
Harry looked at the bandage quizzically as he nodded, "Sure." The librarian checked out his book swiftly and soon the boys were out in the hall heading towards the dormitories.
"See you," Draco waved as he went towards the dungeons.
Harry waved back as he made his own way up the stairs.
After what seemed like forever he was in front of the fat lady's portrait and giving her the password.
Luckily the common room was blissfully empty. Harry really didn't want to answer questions.
He managed to drag himself up the stairs and made his way into the boy's room. Almost all of the beds were filled, all of them except his own and Ron's.
He pushed the angry thoughts that came to him and changed into his pajamas. After he was completely ready for bed he flopped down on his four- poster but found he could not sleep. Visions of Ron and Hermione kept on coming to him every time he closed his eyes.
'I have to sleep,' Harry thought wearily an hour later.
Suddenly Neville murmured, "More chocolates please.. No more cream."
Harry smiled as he thought, 'At least some one is having a good dream.' Then an idea hit him. 'Why not?' Harry reasoned in his mind, 'Dreams are thoughts.'
He closed his eyes and focused on Neville. Thoughts of candy, ice cream, and other pleasant foods filled his mind.
'Good ole Neville,' Harry thought drowsily. 'I'll have to get him some sweets from Hogsmeade for this.' And with that last thought he drifted of to sleep.
*** Wow that was long! Anyway, Fire Mage can I borrow the snitch boxers? Please!!! Tell me in a review if I can! Thanks I love you guys! Neo- Kitty