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Chapter 4 Explanations

"BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
Harry groaned. He had hoped to have all day to read the book that Darius had given him, but it looked like the fates were against him.
"I'm coming, Uncle Vernon," He hid the book in the loose floorboard under the bed.... the one he had used since third year when he found out Aunt Marge was coming to stay. He couldn't help it...every time he thought about the way she puffed up like a balloon he had to smile.
"Stop grinning like a buffoon and go weed the garden."
'Well, I knew that was coming...he really needs to come up with more imaginative chores.' He thought as he went into the garden. 'How many weeds does he think can grow in two days?' He got on his hands and knees and started his long search through the flowerbeds, where he found only one tiny weed.
"Done already? Good, you can make dinner. We're having lasagne. Now get to it."
He inwardly groaned. He hated lasagne, not that he'd be getting any... no, this was for the Dursleys. He would probably be having dry bread and cheese. He got on with cooking it regardless of what he wanted to do.
The Dursleys sat down to eat at 6:30 pm as usual while Harry ate in the kitchen over the sink so he didn't get crumbs everywhere and he could wash up as soon as he had finished. And what a surprise... he got bread and cheese for dinner. How unusual. Just 'cause they were scared of him didn't mean they treated him any better. By eating in the kitchen, Harry gave the Dursleys an excuse to make him wash up. They didn't see any need for a dishwasher when they had the nephew there to do it for them.
Dudley ate his dinner in record time. 3 minutes for a double serving of lasagne. Harry was shocked the chairs hadn't broken yet with that miniature whale sitting on them.
After he washed up for the slave drivers he went up to his room and took out the book to try reading again when he heard the doorbell and then a minute later a shriek of "BOY, GET DOWN HERE NOW!" He knew he was in trouble again for something; he just had to find out what.
He knew as soon as he got halfway down the stairs. Uncle Vernon had his almost normal purple-faced expression and Darius was standing in the hallway.
"How did you know where I live?" he asked bewildered.
Darius shrugged. "Lucky guess. Ok, it wasn't... I sensed you here." "Really?" He didn't know vampires could do that.
"Yeah. I said I would talk to you soon didn't I?"
"OK. Come upstairs and we'll talk." He said ignoring Uncle Vernon's apoplectic expression.
"Wait! Who are you? What are you? What are you doing here?" he said.
"Come on then, Harry." Darius said, completely ignoring that the man had spoken as Harry led him up to his room. Just as they had sat down, Darius at the desk and Harry on the bed, the doorbell rang again and there was a worried woman's voice coming up the stairs.
"Who was at the door asking about Harry? Is Harry ok?" there was a pause. "Mr Dursley get out of the way." And then the woman was in Harry's doorway looking very worried.
"Are you alright Harry?" Said Mrs Figg.
"Yes Mrs Figg, I'm fine. What are you doing here?"
"Well this man was asking about you and I didn't tell him where you lived but I see he found you anyway. Do you know who he is Harry?"
Harry nodded. "I guess you could say that. Erm, Mrs Figg, not to be rude but could you leave so we can talk please."
She didn't look pleased about this and she didn't stop worrying but she nodded and left. They heard Uncle Vernon saying something and the door slamming before he had finished speaking. Harry giggled at what his Uncle must be thinking about all these people ignoring him.
"Now, Harry, have you finished reading that book I gave you?"
"No I was going to, but I had to do some work for the Dursleys, but I did read about what can and can't kill us and about our mates."
"Well, at least you read that much. There is still much that you need to learn, like for instance your magic is now cloaked from all forms of magic detection which means that you can apparate and cast spells without the ministry finding out, but don't take advantage of that too much."
"Cool. So if I wanted to go somewhere I can apparate and they wont know?" Darius nodded. "Damn I don't know how to apparate!"
"It comes naturally to vampires. All you have to do is concentrate on the place you want to be, but if there are wards up around that place that a normal wizard can't apparate through, neither can you."
"Cool!" Harry exclaimed.
"And you have wings."
"Wings? Like a bird's wings?"
"Yes, it's all in that book. Now I think you should read that book and I'll leave you for a while to let you read. I'll apparate back at midnight. I don't particularly want to meet those muggles again. I mentioned your name earlier and he went purple in the face."
"Yeah. That happens a lot."
"I think I'll walk out the door and apparate in an alley or something. So I don't scare them anymore. My eyes went a bit red when he started shouting and I think I scared him." Harry laughed.
"Well, they hate anything magical and we're magical beings so they're terrified of us."
"You live with very obtuse. Well I think I should go now. And you should get reading."
"OK. See you later, Darius."
"Bye Harry." And with that, Darius left leaving Harry 4 and a half hours to read but he was knackered after talking to Darius, Mrs Figg, and weeding the garden and cooking so he fell asleep for a while, hoping he would wake up in time to read a bit before Darius came back.

He was watching Sirius fall through the veil again, but something was different this time. Sirius wasn't moving, and neither was anyone else. Then he felt it. The sharp pain that he always got in his scar when he dreamed of Voldemort. He could see the red eyes of the thing and hear it hissing to Nagini, its pet snake. Look at how he alwaysss dreamsss of thisss insstead of when he was nearly killed becausssse of my hold on him or when he helped me rissse up into my natural form
'Natural? Yeah right if that's natural, then I'm Merlin!'
"Believe me Missster Potter, thisss isss my natural form."
"What are you doing in my head you murdering asshole?"
"My my Missster Potter, what atrocioussss language for a fifteen year old, or isss it sssixteen yet? No? well the ssseventh month is closssing so it'll be ssssoon."
"Just go away. I'm not in the mood to deal with you lisping through my sleep."
"Well if you didn't want me in here, you ssshould try practisssing Occlumencccy."
"Yeah, right ... I tried that and Sirius died."
"Why aren't you trembling and sssscared of me?"
"Well this is my dream, so you can't hurt me. It's just a dream. I mean it's not like 'Nightmare on Elm Street' 'cause 1, you don't have razors and 2, that's just a film. Its not real. And neither is this."

And with that he woke up with a slight tingling in his scar that escalated a bit to more of a faint burn, but that, Harry had realised, was all that Voldemort could do to him in his dreams. He looked at the clock. 'Shit! It's nearly midnight.' And just as he thought that, Darius appeared.
"Hello again Harry, did you get any reading done?"
"Not exactly. I fell asleep and had a little conversation with Voldemort." Darius flinched. "Oh my god. Don't tell me your scared of a name? You're a damned vampire!"
"Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I like You-Know-Who."
"Yeah, but you're scared of a name. How can a powerful vampire be afraid of a name?"
"The way you say it makes it sound worse."
"Sure. Anyway, I have to tell Dumbledore about this vampire thing so could you tell me about apparating again?"
"It's easy. Just concentrate on where you want to go and then you'll go there."
"OK are you coming with me, because I don't think anyone is awake where I'm going and we can talk more about me being a vampire."
"Sure, are we going to Hogsmeade?"
"No, we're going to Number twelve Grimmauld Place. Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix and somewhere I don't particularly like to go."
"That's the last place your godfather lived, right?"
"How'd you know that?" Asked Harry.
"I'll tell you when we get where we're going, Harry."
"OK. Here goes nothing."
Harry looked at his watch, 12:30. He grabbed onto Darius' arm and closed his eyes, concentrating on Number Twelve. When he opened them again he saw the astonished faces of Mrs Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, and Professors Dumbledore and Snape.
"Erm, hi guys," he said to Ron and Hermione, "and everyone else. I think you should all sit down 'cause we need to talk."

evil cliffies ... oh well ... please dont hate me...and now for my reviewers

Fallenangel664 - i hope you remember what you were going to say and i loved your latest chappie for 'Bound to an Enemy'

kenny7 - thanks for the tip and im glad you like it so far and enjoy this one

Makalani Astral - thanx for the confidence and it is kinda hard to get them to change to fit the story and try to keep them in character. btw it's their sixth year

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Lois Lane - ok you dont actually see Draco as a spy cause he ran away but i hope you still enjoy it

I-Ty - im glad you are enjoying it and that is how i feel about the 'thing' too ... i hate Voldie. hope you enjoy the spin i put on him in the dream and i try updating as soon as possible but it will probably take longer to update from the tenth because my beta reader is going away and i have revision =(

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