A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, hopefully with final exams over and marching band not starting up yet I can balance it between summer band, oboe lessons, trumpet lessons, reed making, and piano lessons. Now to thank my reviewers!
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Chapter 15
The rest of the week went by uneventful, Fred still refused to leave his room, Mrs. Weasley always tried to keep herself busy, and Harry just found himself trying to stay out of the way. Dumbledore did stop by again while they were there; he said that Harry, Hermione (and Ron and Ginny, if they wanted) were going to return to school at the end of the week. Harry was glad for this, not that he didn't feel bad for George being gone, but for the first time, he felt out of place at the Weasley house. He wasn't sure on Hermione's opinion of leaving, but he hoped she was also keen on leaving.
Ron and Ginny were going to return to Hogwarts also, Ginny said she had a lot of work she needed to finish, plus get ready for Quidditch try-outs. Ron didn't really have a reason; he just wanted to go back. Harry had a feeling that it was because of Hermione. Mrs. Weasley told them that later they would have a remembrance for George and that they would all be coming, it was just too soon still, and things need to calm down for a bit. Mr. Weasley also informed Harry that right now they were still finding out what exactly happened.
At the end of the week Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were getting ready to leave. They were informed that they were to floo to Hogwarts, into McGonagall's office. One by one they all went, everyone was still very quiet, Harry wondered if the Burrow would ever be the same again.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Weasley, glad to see you are back, you don't have to attend any of your classes the rest of the day." greeted McGonagall as they stepped out of the fire place. Ron and Ginny left the room without a word, Hermione thanked the head of the house, and just as Harry was leaving, McGonagall stopped him. "Mr. Potter, the headmaster would like to have a word with you, he said it was moderately urgent, I believe you know your way to his office, the current password is 'Ice Mice'."
"Erm, thanks Professor," replied Harry, immediately his mind started buzzing, what else could Dumbledore have to tell him?
Harry apprehensively approached the all too familiar stone Gargoyle, immediately once the password was said; it sprang to life and let him pass. He slowly walked up the spiral stairs, and made it to Dumbledore's office more quickly than he expected, slowly he knocked on the door and waited.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, may I please have a word with you," said Dumbledore as Harry sat down in a seat across from the Headmaster's desk, "lemon drop?"
"Er, no thanks"
"You're probably wondering what else it is that I must tell you?" said Dumbledore popping a lemon drop into his mouth.
"Yea, a little" replied Harry not knowing if he should reply or not.
"Well, I was once again wondering if you had told anyone of the prophecy?" he asked, looking at Harry without the familiar twinkle in his eye.
Guilt and anger rose in Harry, he had forgotten in recent events to even tell anyone of it, but he then remembered how Dumbledore had gotten him to make that promise, "No sir I haven't" he replied through gritted teeth.
"Well, for once I am glad that you haven't, Voldemort has been growing stronger; I do not want a great deal of people to know of it, because that would cause a greater risk of him finding out."
"Oh, alright sir, is that all you wanted?" asked Harry, relieved that was all he had to say.
Before he could answer, there was a knock at the door, and Professor Bugiardo entered, "Sorry to interrupt Headmaster, I was just wondering if I could have a word with you on what and what is not allowed to be brought into the classroom, I have heard about all of the things that have happened in past years, and I would like to make sure I am following the rules."
Harry dismissed himself out of the room and walked back to the common room, he was glad he didn't have to tell anyone of the prophesy right now, with George's death he doubted anyone would have time to even listen to him anyway.
As Harry was walking he was not paying attention and suddenly felt the familiar but uncomfortable sensation of walking through a ghost. Immediately he looked up to see Peeves right by him.
"WATCH IT!" cried Peeves loudly into Harry's ear.
"Sorry I wasn't paying attention" replied Harry, not wanting to deal with Peeves right now.
"What are you doing in this hall anyway? You haven't been here for a while, DITCHER!" cackled Peeves.
"I was seeing Professor Dumbledore, he knows I was gone, but I had to leave because Professor Bugiardo needed to see him"
"Ooooh, you mean the spy?" said Peeves, lazily spinning in the air above Harry.
"What do you mean?" demanded Harry, immediately forgetting about getting back to the common room.
"She's a nutter that one….talking to 'Peter Pettigrew', but he isn't alive, loony."
Harry tried to think how else to get more information out of Peeves, but before he could, Peeves flew up to him, blew loudly in his ear, went through him and cackled off, singing 'Loony, loony, the nutter is a loony' in a sing-song voice.
Confused, Harry went back to the common room to try to sort out his thoughts. If Professor Bugiardo was talking to Pettigrew, then she probably had something to do with Voldemort, although, Peeves isn't the most trustworthy person, he could have been making the whole thing up. All of this was making Harry's head hurt, and he didn't even have Hermione who could think all of this up and more, she was upstairs in the girl's dormitories. Harry sighed; he figured he might as well go upstairs and try to get some sleep.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was shorter than the others I have been producing lately. I just feel like this story is turning out complete rubbish, but, a small part of me will not let me just forget about it, I have to finish it, even if it is horrible. So I am really sorry that this story is at one of those points where nothing is happening, I'm sorry for the lack of updates, and I am sorry that it was short.