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Chapter 4: Everything's Not Alright
As they reached the door to Dumbledore's office they heard voices coming from behind the closed door. Harry reached for the knob and as soon as the door was open the voices were gone. There was no one there except for Professor Dumbledore. Obviously it was the portraits.
"Hello Harry, Ron, Mss. Granger. How can I help you?" He asked a twinkle in his eye.
"Well, Professor. Harry has something to tell you." Hermione replied.
"Yes Harry?"
"Well, erm. Professor, I over heard Professor Gertrude dictating to a speak note quill writer a few days ago. She was telling someone about how much I've learned during my years here. And well, it was kind of odd since there's no one that she could be writing to."
"I see."
"That's not all Professor. This morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts class I had a dream. It was about what I heard."
"What was it Harry?" Dumbledore asked the twinkle in his eye now gone. A sign of worry Harry had come to know when he saw it.
"I was dreaming at first about something totally unrelated. I was in Quiddtch practice. I was walking to the common room and I just started to head in a different direction. It was like I wasn't in control of my feet. I didn't realize where I was heading till I was outside Professor Geretrude's classroom. I heard a voice, not just hers, but it was cold and low. It sounded like Lord Voldemort. It was trying to force me to go in and listen to what she was saying. As if it thought I was dying to know. I couldn't help it, I went in and I heard her talking. She was saying about all the spells I could do that most people my age can't. I thought it was a bit odd, going from a Quidditch dream to this! The voice tried to make me stay and listen more, but I was woken up be fore I could hear more."
"We woke him up because he was a sleep during class." Ron stated.
"The teacher had asked him a question. She seemed a bit worried." Hermione finished.
"I very glad you told me. But, not to worry. I will keep a close eye on her. There will be some one always watching her. And if any thing like this happens again, I want you to tell me straight away. I don't care how simple it sound or looks. You have to tell me. And I want you to continue using Occulmency even thought you don't take the lessons. It can still help. Understood?"
"Yes Professor!" Harry, Ron and Hermione said together.
"We'll make sure he does. Won't we Ron?"
"Uh, yeah." Ron says, slowly rolling his eyes.
As they head back, Harry feels a heavy weight in his heart. Should he have said anything? It probable sounded as if he was over worried. But then, he knew it was the right thing. Suddenly a low, quiet, cold voice filled his head. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"You shouldn't have told him. He thinks you're crazy. Worrying about something so small." It said.
Ron and Hermione had stopped walking and looked at Harry.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ron asks, a bit scared.
"Oh, um..."
The voice began to speak again. "Don't tell them Harry. They'll think your loony too."
"But I have to tell them!" He said, a little too loud.
"Tell us what Harry?" Hermione asks.
"What? Oh, nothing." He lies.
"You, know, I don't think telling any one about any of this would be very smart." The voice said slyly.
"Harry, your going pale. What's wrong?" Hermione says a hint of fear behind her voice.
"Yeah mate. You're not looking too good." Ron replies.
"I just thought, maybe, that I heard someone in my head."
"Who?" They say together.
"I don't know. I think I just imagined it. I don't think I should have told Dumbledore about my dream. That's all." He replies back.
"All right." Ron replies stomping on Hermione's foot. She was about to argue against this and no doubt tell him to tell Dumbledore.
They walk back to the common room in silence. No one wanted to talk about what had just happened. And Harry preferred it to stay like that. He thought the voice may be right.
In the common room Harry, Hermione and Ron sit on the couch nearest the fire. Harry sat staring at the fire, remembering the time he saw Sirius in it. He hadn't thought much of his godfather, the memories were too painful.
"Harry, you're going to have to be careful around her." Hermione finally says.
"Yeah, mate. She's bad news. You don't want her finding out more stuff about you to tell, whoever it is she's telling."
"Ron, we already know she's telling Lord Voldemort.' Ron winces at the sound of the name. 'Oh Ronald, please, you had better start getting use to it now." Hermione replies furiously.
"I don't like her. Professor Gertrude doesn't seem right to me. Why is she writing about every detail about me? That's the most puzzling thing." Harry finally replied after a short silence.
"Why don't you like Professor Gertrude Harry? Who do you think she's writing to?" Ginny asked.
"Where did you come from? And how long have you been there?" Ron asked furiously.
"I came from the Great hall. And not long. I only heard that you don't like the new Professor and she's writing about Harry. Who's she writing to?" She asks again.
"Nothing you need to worry about. And don't eaves drop." Ron says frantically.
Ginny, feeling very mad at her older brother's actions headed out the common room and up to the girls dormitory. What were they so worried about? This kept popping up into her mind. It must have been serious.
ya.
Chapter 4: Everything's Not Alright
As they reached the door to Dumbledore's office they heard voices coming from behind the closed door. Harry reached for the knob and as soon as the door was open the voices were gone. There was no one there except for Professor Dumbledore. Obviously it was the portraits.
"Hello Harry, Ron, Mss. Granger. How can I help you?" He asked a twinkle in his eye.
"Well, Professor. Harry has something to tell you." Hermione replied.
"Yes Harry?"
"Well, erm. Professor, I over heard Professor Gertrude dictating to a speak note quill writer a few days ago. She was telling someone about how much I've learned during my years here. And well, it was kind of odd since there's no one that she could be writing to."
"I see."
"That's not all Professor. This morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts class I had a dream. It was about what I heard."
"What was it Harry?" Dumbledore asked the twinkle in his eye now gone. A sign of worry Harry had come to know when he saw it.
"I was dreaming at first about something totally unrelated. I was in Quiddtch practice. I was walking to the common room and I just started to head in a different direction. It was like I wasn't in control of my feet. I didn't realize where I was heading till I was outside Professor Geretrude's classroom. I heard a voice, not just hers, but it was cold and low. It sounded like Lord Voldemort. It was trying to force me to go in and listen to what she was saying. As if it thought I was dying to know. I couldn't help it, I went in and I heard her talking. She was saying about all the spells I could do that most people my age can't. I thought it was a bit odd, going from a Quidditch dream to this! The voice tried to make me stay and listen more, but I was woken up be fore I could hear more."
"We woke him up because he was a sleep during class." Ron stated.
"The teacher had asked him a question. She seemed a bit worried." Hermione finished.
"I very glad you told me. But, not to worry. I will keep a close eye on her. There will be some one always watching her. And if any thing like this happens again, I want you to tell me straight away. I don't care how simple it sound or looks. You have to tell me. And I want you to continue using Occulmency even thought you don't take the lessons. It can still help. Understood?"
"Yes Professor!" Harry, Ron and Hermione said together.
"We'll make sure he does. Won't we Ron?"
"Uh, yeah." Ron says, slowly rolling his eyes.
As they head back, Harry feels a heavy weight in his heart. Should he have said anything? It probable sounded as if he was over worried. But then, he knew it was the right thing. Suddenly a low, quiet, cold voice filled his head. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"You shouldn't have told him. He thinks you're crazy. Worrying about something so small." It said.
Ron and Hermione had stopped walking and looked at Harry.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ron asks, a bit scared.
"Oh, um..."
The voice began to speak again. "Don't tell them Harry. They'll think your loony too."
"But I have to tell them!" He said, a little too loud.
"Tell us what Harry?" Hermione asks.
"What? Oh, nothing." He lies.
"You, know, I don't think telling any one about any of this would be very smart." The voice said slyly.
"Harry, your going pale. What's wrong?" Hermione says a hint of fear behind her voice.
"Yeah mate. You're not looking too good." Ron replies.
"I just thought, maybe, that I heard someone in my head."
"Who?" They say together.
"I don't know. I think I just imagined it. I don't think I should have told Dumbledore about my dream. That's all." He replies back.
"All right." Ron replies stomping on Hermione's foot. She was about to argue against this and no doubt tell him to tell Dumbledore.
They walk back to the common room in silence. No one wanted to talk about what had just happened. And Harry preferred it to stay like that. He thought the voice may be right.
In the common room Harry, Hermione and Ron sit on the couch nearest the fire. Harry sat staring at the fire, remembering the time he saw Sirius in it. He hadn't thought much of his godfather, the memories were too painful.
"Harry, you're going to have to be careful around her." Hermione finally says.
"Yeah, mate. She's bad news. You don't want her finding out more stuff about you to tell, whoever it is she's telling."
"Ron, we already know she's telling Lord Voldemort.' Ron winces at the sound of the name. 'Oh Ronald, please, you had better start getting use to it now." Hermione replies furiously.
"I don't like her. Professor Gertrude doesn't seem right to me. Why is she writing about every detail about me? That's the most puzzling thing." Harry finally replied after a short silence.
"Why don't you like Professor Gertrude Harry? Who do you think she's writing to?" Ginny asked.
"Where did you come from? And how long have you been there?" Ron asked furiously.
"I came from the Great hall. And not long. I only heard that you don't like the new Professor and she's writing about Harry. Who's she writing to?" She asks again.
"Nothing you need to worry about. And don't eaves drop." Ron says frantically.
Ginny, feeling very mad at her older brother's actions headed out the common room and up to the girls dormitory. What were they so worried about? This kept popping up into her mind. It must have been serious.