Just Say You Need Me
By: kurokitenshii89
Disclaimer: Once again, Harry Potter and all its character do not belong to me but to the almighty JK Rowling. Please do not sue; I'm just a penniless writer. And I'm absolutely sorry if the plot of my fic has been accidentally similar to any other stories. Write an email to me about it.
Rating: Still PG 13 at the moment
Status: Un-betaed
Chapter 1: Things that Left Unexplained
Harry spent the rest of his week trying to figure out the strange event and sending Lupin a message once every three days saying that he was fine. He did not want to tell the man about the strange event just yet; he wanted to figure it his own. His work seemed to be futile, since the more he thought about it, the more confused he got, and more strange things happened. For instance, Harry was sure he could summon things on air and moved it according to his liking without using wands; spells like Accio and Locomotor or Lumos he could do wandless very easily. And because the magic required no wand, of course the Ministry did not realize it and therefore did not send Harry any warning owl.
Harry thought about it so much his head was spinning. He even forgot that that day was supposed to be his 16th Birthday.
A loud clatter on his window brought the Boy Who Lived out of his pools of thoughts. Harry looked up only to find a small hyper owl flying with its leg tied to two oversized parcels. Pigwidgeon.
Harry smiled before he walked up to open the window and let the small owl in. Pigwidgeon flew around quickly around Harry, as if telling the boy that it had done its job greatly. The raven-haired boy sighed as he tried to catch the hyper owl and untied the parcels and the letters before throwing Pigwidgeon into Hedwig's cage, with the snowy white owl giving the smaller owl a disgusted look. The small brown owl cared nothing as it went to drink on Hedwig's cup.
The Boy Who Lived went to open the letter and grinned. It was from Ron and Hermione, his two best friends.
Hiya Harry!
How is your summer holiday? (I know it must be so horrible. You can't expect much from your cousin's family, can you?) We're fine here. Fred and George make fortunes out of their Joke Shop! Dad was fascinated by it, and Mum's starting to forgive them as well! Hermione came by for summer holiday, and I'm very glad. The house's been very empty - you know, many of them still go to The Order's Headquarter once a while; mum and dad even live there. I'm not used to this sudden emptiness (Only Ginny and I and by now Hermione are the ones living in here). They say we need to be here not to make anyone suspicious about Weasley family moving somewhere or something like that. Oh, and yes, unfortunately things are still not going well with Percy. And Sorry, Harry, but…it seemed to be that we could not get you out from there. The Order had been very busy; there was something You-Know-Who was planning, at whatever it is, it has to be big enough for Mum and Dad to move out of The Burrow.
Enough for telling the tale. What I want to say is, Happy Birthday, mate! I sent you one of Fred and George's greatest inventions, go and have a look at it, you'll love it!
Wishing ya good day,
Ron Weasley
P.S. I have something big to tell you the first time we meet each other again.
Harry folded the letter with a mixture of feelings – happy because he could hear something from his friends, sad because he heard something as that was related to his dead Godfather, and he felt surprisingly not sad at the fact that he had to stay in Privet Drive. Harry sighed as hot tears began to trickle down his eyes. Sirius was the closest thing he had as a family and the man had died, and if anything, it was Harry's fault for breaking into the Department of Mysteries. Since that day, Harry found himself not interested to any of the Order's movements.
The boy sobbed for a while at the memories of smiling Sirius in front of his face, his presents, his concerns and all before the boy manage to calm himself then put down the parcel and sent it a suspicious look. 'Judging that it was from Fred and George…I better open it later when I'm in a Wizarding zone,' he thought before he sighed again as he pulled the letter that was from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday, Harry! As Ron had told you in his letter (except that you read my letter first), I am staying in The Burrow for summer holiday. And I am also very sorry we cannot get you out from there, Harry. Voldemort is planning something too big to be ignored, and we know nothing about it. All the adults told were that we have to stay for the time being. They also sent their apologies to you, Harry. Anyway, I got you some more homework diary (Harry groaned inwardly at this) to help you organize for NEWTs and an interesting book about Wandless Magic (Harry jerked up at this).
Harry, I'd like to tell you that I'd been having strange things happening this summer. Every time I lose my temper or am not in a good mood, a huge flow of water will flow, and well, wet everything. I do not know what was happening. It cannot be magic since I am not receiving any letter from the Ministry of Magic, and well, Ron was having them as well. He sets anything on fire when he's feeling uncomfortable, and this is so not normal. I reckon you also have some of these weird things with you, which was the reason I brought you this book, Harry. It does not contain a lot of information, but it's worthwhile to read.
Wishing you a good summer,
Hermione Granger
P.S. I suggest we better inform Professor Dumbledore about this as soon as possible.
Harry put down the letter with a snap. So he was not the only one who had these strange things happening around them. In Ron's case, it had been fire. In Hermione's case, it had been water. Then, his case?
The boy sighed as he folded the letter from his best female friend. He wrote a reply back to them, saying thanks, saying that he was fine here and a plea not to tell Dumbledore anything. Harry sent Pigwidgeon away with the reply letter before turning his attention to the parcels began tearing the wrapper of the one that said was from Hermione. In there, he found the homework diary (Harry groaned before throwing that away) and a thick book with blue linen bookcase. The title 'Wandless Magic and its Holder' was scribbled in silver right in front. Harry traced the title with the end of his fingers for a while before opening the book and began reading.
Harry spent the rest of his holidays trying to finish all his dreading homework from school, writing the once every three day report to Lupin and some occasional reading from the book Hermione gave him for his Birthday Present. He tried to go out as little as possible to avoid the Dursleys, which was not hard. He could conjure food when he was hungry. The only times he went out was when he needed to use the loo or shower. Apparently, Uncle Vernon did not gain a lot of injuries from the attack, but the accident made them hate him even more. But he couldn't care less. In fact, he began to love the peace around him (The Dursleys were resolved to ignoring him). The peace helped him neatened his feelings.
Anyway, back to his research. The first few of the book were so…complicated. Harry understood nothing of them. They spoke of ancient magic and sacrifice magic, where people could obtain magic with offerings and agreement with Devils. For example was Ancient Egypt. There were lots of weird diagrams that spoke of relationships of Nature, Gods and human beings and Harry comprehended nothing of them.
After a few hours or so, the boy felt tired. He put down the book with a look of distress on his face. True, the book had lots of information, but none of them helped him. Harry was still very much as clueless as before.
And when this happened, usually Harry would just decide to do some more wandless magic training.
By now, he could already do quite a lot. He could already emit Stunning Charm, Patronus Charm, and Shield Charm and basically almost every charm he had ever learnt. He not only could form food from midair, but also clothing and some simple muggle stuff. He also tried to transfigurate a lot of things.
Apparently, Harry thought that Dumbledore had known nothing about his state, for he gain no more letter from the Headmaster. And if the old Wizard knew anything, he would tell Harry not to use it anyway. Harry scowled at the Headmaster. How could he control his life like he's one of his chess pawns? This was one of the reason he did not tell Lupin about his weird power. He did not want Dumbledore messing into more of his personal life.
Harry threw himself to the bed before closing his eyes and slowly slumbered into a nap…
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It was cold. Dark and cold. The surrounding gave the expression like all the happiness was being sucked out of you; like you're facing a group Dementors, all standing tall and almighty right around you.
Harry walked through the dark environment, looking around uneasily. He did not know why, but his body was emitting light. The light was faint, so faint, but nonetheless, made the boy able to see himself and the patch of road in front of him.
The raven-haired boy went to walk a few more steps before an invisible glass wall stopped him. He pressed his hands onto the smooth, cold piece of glass before a voice began to make out in his mind.
Are you afraid to conquer the dark?
Harry made an uncomfortable swift as he looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. Seeing that his attempt was futile, he faced the empty dark space in front of him instead.
"No."
A chuckling voice was heard before suddenly the surrounding became darker and the field was divided into 2 parts. Both parts were cold, but one was warmer than the other. Harry blinked, confused. He didn't understand why. They were both darkness; how can one be warmer than another??
Harry kept on staring at the two balls of darkness and his green eyes flinched as he saw some human images were formed inside them. One, in the colder darkness, was a form that Harry knew all too well, cold and snake-like face with red eyes so full of hatred. The Boy Who Lived couldn't help but to shiver.
Voldemort.
The redundant chuckling voice came out again, and Harry could make out that it was a female's voice. The chuckling stopped abruptly before another question was asked.
Why not make friends with darkness?
Harry looked around again before looking at the figure that was fully formed in the ball of the warmer darkness. The boy's eyes almost bulged out when he saw an outline of a pointy pale face and a wisp of silver blonde tresses shifting swiftly before moving away out of sight.
Malfoy?
Why not make friends with the darkness you can approach?
In all sudden, the ground crumbled and the wind went wild. Harry fell downwards before he managed to grab hold on anything. When he was conscious again, he found himself all tense on his bed, sweating and breathing ragged, glad that he could remember the dream all clearly this time, and at the same time bewildered at the thought of seeing Malfoy in his dream. 'What the hell was that was supposed to mean?'
Little he did know that the blonde in his dream was doing the very same thing that very same moment.
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The female figure made a small shrug as she felt both boys leaving the reign of dream. Sighing, she went to look at the male that was sitting next to her, a concerning look gracing his young face. The female smiled as she felt the male cupped her small face into his big, warm hand in a friendly comforting manner.
"The other he would awaken in no time," she stated softly, eyeing her crystal ball all so seriously.
The male could only nod at the Seer before he withdrew his hand back and let the female started another work.
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Time flew. At least that was the only thing Harry was glad of. The next day would be the 31th of August. Harry had received the letter from Hogwarts, as usual, clearly telling him that the next school year would start on the 1st of September and he would have some new books: 'Monsters, Dark Arts and Ways to Fight Them' by William Russell, The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6, by Miranda Goshawk and 'Tricks of Transfiguration' by Millerhill Motswitz. That made Harry wonder who the Defense Against the Dark Art would be, since obviously Umbridge would not be able to survive the wrath of the Centaurs and the Giant that well; Harry thought she must have been in St. Mungos now for trauma.
Harry had also received his OWLs results a few while after his Birthday, and it was not as bad as he thought it would be. He indeed did get 'Outstanding' for Defense Against the Dark Art, both practical and theory, 'Exceeds Expectation' for Charms and Transfiguration (Harry's eyes bulged), and surprisingly, for Potions as well. Harry had thought that he would get at least an 'Acceptable' for that subject. That proved Snape right that he was not as bad as the grease professor thought. But the scheme made him half grim. Whilst he was glad he needed not to spend another 2 years with Snape, an 'Exceed Expectation' for Potions meant that he could no longer join Potions NEWTs class, and the idea did not sound too appealing for him for he needed Potions to be able to be an Auror.
Harry sighed. Probably he would need to say goodbye to his dream on becoming an Auror.
The rest came out quite well. He scraped 'Acceptable' for Divination ('what the hell did I do?' Harry thought to himself as he shrugged), 'Exceeds Expectation' for Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, 'Poor' for History of Magic and Astronomy, and that were basically all. Harry managed to get eleven OWLs altogether.
Ah, right, let just forget all about those OWLs and get back into packing, Harry thought as he dumped his clothes: both muggle and wizard clothes, books, parchments, quills, inks, Marauder map and Invisibility Cloak into his trunk. It took a while for him to finally be able to close the overloaded trunk. The raven-haired boy gave one last pat to Hedwig before flopping down to his bed and tried to relax.
Let tomorrow be a good day, Harry wished as he reigned over to sleep.
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The next day turned out to be as fine as Harry had wished it to be. He woke up happily, managing once after so many nights able to sleep without any dream and dressed up. On 10 a.m. sharp, Ron and Hermione burst into the house, making the Dursleys quite taken aback a little.
"Harry!!" Hermione shouted as she ran past Dudley and went to hug Harry tightly on his middle right in front of the Dursleys, Harry 'ooph'ed from the tightness of it. "I miss you!"
Harry smiled at his female best friend, remembering how brave she had fought last time in the Department of Mysteries. Apparently, they hadn't meet again afterwards, and that was probably the thing that was driving her mad.
"Hermione, c-can't breathe," the raven-haired boy complained before putting his trunk down on the floor. The brown haired girl blushed a bit before loosening her hug. Harry looked at her thoroughly and smiled thinly to her. Hermione looked the same as before, with long bushy brown hair and intelligent brown eyes. Now was the time he realised he had grown quite a few inches during the holiday. Hermione couldn't even reach his chin. "I miss you too."
Ron and Hermione, obviously had been expecting him to be cold and isolating himself grieving about his Godfather's death, grinned widely as Ron joined the hug. "Hey, mate, how are you?"
Harry shrugged. "Fine," he trailed as he looked at Ron. The boy had the same freckled face; long nose, flaming red hair and he must have been shooting up as well during the holiday.
Harry wasn't lying about him being fine. He really was happy to meet the two of them back, but to say that the boy hadn't been crying late at night was a huge lie. The fact that he no longer wanted to know anything about the Order and their doings had said it all that he wanted nothing to do about Voldemort and anything that reminded him of his Godfather for a while. Harry hadn't even complained about him being alone all time during the summer holiday.
A huge silence reigned over as the two helped Harry carried his trunks and Hedwig's cage and said goodbye to the Dursleys. The silence was so dreading that Harry decided to shrug and asked, "how are we going to travel to the Diagon Alley today?"
In all sudden, Ron began groaning and complaining how uncomfortable muggle way of travelling was. Apparently, Hermione had taken him through subway and he wasn't too happy about the mechanical sounds.
"Well, your father loved it!" complained Hermione, and as usual, she made a point. Harry laughed at the memory of Mr. Weasley beaming in happiness last year when they were to travel with subway. Suddenly, the thought about having a dad saddened Harry greatly that it showed on his face.
"I'm not dad," Ron said snottily, obviously realizing Harry's change of expression, with a tone that was saying 'Look, Hermione, I want no talk about family in front of Harry right now,' and Hermione quieted down before saying, "we'll go by subway,"
Harry raised his eyebrow, "with all these big trunks and Hedwig and Crookhanks and Pidwidgeon?"
Hermione bit her lips. "Well, as much as I hate to say it, yes. Everyone else is too busy to supervise us. And speaking about our trunks and pets, Mr. Weasley shrunk them earlier on but he had to dash to do something for the Order…" she replied, not continuing her sentence. Harry shook his head, silently grateful about the fact that he would not meet Lupin. As much as he wanted to hug the werewolf, the only man related to his dad and his godfather, he did not want to be reminded of them just yet.
The three walked down to the subway quietly, but in a better silence than before. Many muggles threw weird looks at Harry, especially on Hedwig, but Harry paid no heed. They travelled to London silently, with Harry laughing at Ron's antics as the red-haired boy jumped every time a mechanical sound came. 'Reminded him of spider's crackling sound,' or so he excused.
After roughly half an hour, they reached the very familiar corner where the Leaky Cauldron laid. Harry went to rent one of the rooms for one night and put his trunks and Hedwig in there before going off to Diagon Alley with Ron and Hermione.
As usual, the streets were full of wizards and witches walking around in robes, lots of children in Hogwarts' cloak and younger ones clutching their books and new school necessities like cauldrons or stationeries, appearing to be some Hogwarts first year wannabes. The trio met up with Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom and some Slytherins as they walked along the long Alley.
Harry was stopping at Gringotts first to get some money of his parents' fault when the bossy-looking goblin went up to him and bowed in such a polite manner. "Sir Harry Potter, I believe?"
The raven-haired boy nodded. "I want to get to fault number-,"
"Sorry to interrupt, Harry Potter Sir," the goblin said suddenly, annoying Harry to no end, "but let me give you this letter," the goblin took a parchment with his long fingers. There was a Gringotts' emblem on the parchment.
Harry took it with a snap. "What is this about?"
The goblin held its head highly at Harry. "That is, Mr. Harry Potter, a letter stating that fault number four hundred eleven, which belonged to Mr Black, will be your belonging, together with the remaining of Black Manor," it said as it gave Harry a small key.
Harry furrowed his eyebrow in sadness. "Say, I don't want it," he whispered almost shakily. The Goblin could only shake his head. "Oh, no, Mr. Potter, we made a deal with Mr. Black, and that deal is not to be broken. I take it you want to get to your fault, Mr. Potter? Do you have the key?"
The way the goblin said the statement left Harry no room to argue. The boy took the key from the goblin's hand shakily, swearing that he would not use it even once before giving out his own key. He soon found himself engulfed in the very same tunnels and a small cart that moved in a sickening speed. He went to take some money from his fault before the goblin took him on the ground again.
"Thank you for using our service," the goblin bowed as Harry stepped away from Gringotts.
Harry walked up to Hermione and Ron who was arguing near the Flourish and Blotts. The two could apparently see the broken look in Harry's face and went to ask him about it. "What's wrong, Harry?" asked Hermione worriedly.
The raven-haired boy smiled very thinly in frustration before letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He handed the letter to Hermione and let her read it with Ron. The two of them wrinkled their faces. "Harry…"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to take anything of it," the boy stated, shrugging a little bit, "shall we go to get our stuff?" Harry pointed into the bookshop. Hermione and Ron nodded almost instantly.
They spent the next few hours getting their books, new inks, quills and parchments (homework diaries for Hermione; Harry and Ron avoided looking at each other), looking for some broom or magical things. They also visited Fred and George's shop and were fascinated by it. Harry and Ron decided to buy some Snackboxes (Hermione grunting out loud at this).
By the time they were finished, it was already in the middle of the noon, and Harry, not been eating anything since breakfast, his stomach was growling loudly.
The raven-haired boy blushed. "Um…anyone hungry?" he asked, Hermione and Ron looking at him with huge smiles on their faces. "Why, yes, of course! Let's go and have some lunch! I know some good place," Hermione said before she went and led the two other boys to the corner of the Diagon Alley and pointed to a small cosy looking restaurant at the end of the street. There had not seemed to be many people in there.
"This place has great pastas," Hermione smiled, "and is perfect to have some discussions."
Harry and Ron looked at each other before nodding. The three entered the small restaurant and took their seats near a secluded corner. They ordered for some pastas, pumpkin juices, butterbeers and breads before Hermione leaned forward towards the two boys, especially towards Harry.
"I told you in your birthday letter that -,"
"Yes, I know. Weird things, right?" Harry trailed, looking swiftly at his best friends. Even though this place was quite secluded, it was best making whoever tried to eavesdrop on them not getting as much as they wanted. The Second War had started; with their memory in the HedgeHog and even though Ministry of Magic had caught most of the Death Eaters, they better not to leak so much of information. Harry was sure from the first step he made in the Alley, there had been people watching his way quietly, either from the Light Side of Dark Side he was not sure, although he really hoped that it was not the latter.
Both Hermione and Ron nodded and looked at Harry as if asking him 'how about you?'
Harry shrugged before he lifted his right hand and muttered so softly, "Wingardium Leviosa." The plate in front of him was levitated a slight moment before Harry lifted the spell away.
Ron and Hermione was looking at him mouths opened like goldfishes. "Wandless magic like this?" Hermione whispered, awed. Ron nodded with her. "We thought it will be more like us, but it doesn't," he breathed, "elemental."
Hermione leaned closer to Harry. "What else could you do?"
The question was interrupted as a bald wizard with a slightly shabby looking robe came with their orders. The three went to attack their food for a while (Hermione muttering something about table manners) before coming back to their conversation. They crowded on each other again after the wizard took the empty plates off their table.
"Well, I can do this too," said Harry, answering Hermione's question as he made a small cherry formed redundantly in front of them. He went to pick it up and eat it immediately as he could feel his best friends gaping again.
"This is more than what we thought -," Ron stuttered.
Harry raised his eyebrow. "So what exactly can you?"
Hermione took out a parchment and wrote on it before showing it to Harry. Basically, all we've been able to do is to emit fire or water whenever we feel uncomfortable. I was on my way to control the movement of water, but it did not go as well as I want. The water kept on flowing uncontrollably and Ron kept on setting his bed on fire accidentally. We are still not able to do such things as wandless magic.
Harry read it and tried to comprehend it down his mind as the words disappeared from the parchment. Hermione had used a special parchment that absorbed the ink after the reader read the content. Harry went to pick on his quill and wrote down.
That's not the only thing I can do.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other. There's more?
Harry nodded and reached for his quill. When Uncle Vernon tried to…well, throttle me. His two best friends gave him a look. Harry could only give them a 'don't worry' look as he continued to write. A word formed in my head and when I said it, a bright light emitted from my hand and sent Uncle Vernon flying across the room.
Hermione looked up at the Boy Who Lived. "Have you read the book I gave you?"
Harry nodded. "Not all, though. All those diagrams and explanations in the front confused me," he answered, shrugging lightly.
"Well, the front part's a bit useless," Hermione waved her hand impatiently, "but -." She took her quills again and wrote on the parchment. Have you read the part about Elemental Magic?
Harry read it and shook his head a 'no'. The brunet made a little sigh before saying, "You should. It has the closest explanation to our confusions."
The Boy Who Lived nodded before taking his quill again and wrote on the parchment. Have you been having some weird dream as well?
Hermione and Ron shrugged. What dream? Not about You-Know-Who, right?
No. Harry stiffened. It was a rather weirder dream. I was in the darkness, I glowed, and there was this voice – asking weird things.
The only female in the group perched. What did it ask?
Harry looked at her with troubled look. Why not make friends with the darkness you can approach?
By now Hermione was looking at Harry with panic looks. Are you sure it's not one of Voldemort's tricks? Ron flinched a bit at the name, but Hermione cared nothing nonetheless. Are you sure this is not one of his traps?
Harry shook his head. No, I'm not sure, but if it were something to do with Voldemort, my scar would normally hurt. But this time, my scar did not even flinch. And it was not only that. At first, the whole place around me was dark. Later on, the darkness split into two balls, and, I don't know why or how, but one ball of darkness was warmer than the other. Weird, I know, darkness is all supposed to be the same, but…I don't know. In one ball, the colder and harsher one, I saw Voldemort's figure. Faint, but it was he all right. And in the other ball…
Harry had stopped writing. Hermione snapped and looked at him impatiently. Yes? Who is in the other ball??
The raven-haired boy sighed. He'd have to tell them.
Malfoy, his hand wrote hesitantly.
Ron and Hermione gasped and stood up before Harry noted them to sit down. "I know it's absurd. Hell, I myself want to know why he invaded my dream."
Hermione was biting her lips nervously as she reached for her quills. As much as you hate it, Harry, we definitely have to tell Professor Dumbledore straight away when we got to school.
Ron was nodding firmly, his blue eyes emitting worries for Harry and disgust for the Slytherin blond. Harry sighed deeply before he made a small nod. The table turned into silence as Harry paid the bill and left some tips for the old wizard. The silence was too irking Harry had to make them speak again.
"Anyway, Ron," Harry nudged the red-haired boy next to him, "what is it that you wanted to tell me?"
What Harry had not expected was for his friend to spit the juice he was drinking and turned red on his face. Hermione seemed to be in a pink shade as well. The pair of them looked at each other. "Are you sure you want to tell Harry this?" she whispered.
Ron shrugged. "Harry deserves the truth," he answered, and Hermione nodded at that. Harry was eyeing them confusedly as the two of them turned towards him. "Well, what is it?" he asked, feeling slightly irritated.
The two glanced at each other again before Ron took a deep breath and stuttered, "We're…we're…d-dating…" he reached out to hold Hermione's hand and the brunet blushed slightly.
Harry looked at the two of them, shocked. His green eyes widened. His mouth opened slightly. "Oh…" was the only thing he could say. "Oh…" By now Ron and Hermione were looking at him. In all sudden, he felt lonely. He always thought that Ron and Hermione were always going to be there for him, but apparently, the two of them were not. They would want a live on their own and they chose each other. Of course, they would still be Harry's best friends, but it would be different. Harry felt lonely, cold, and alone.
Why not take the approachable darkness as your companion?
Harry could hear the voice again and flinched. Here, right when he was awake? How could that happen? He was snapped back on earth by Ron waving his hand in front of his eyes.
"Oh…well, Congratulations!" Harry said, giving Ron a swift hug and smiled a fake smile widely. His acting must have been quite good, because Hermione smiled at him and muttered a 'thanks' before Ron went to nuzzle her and made her blush.
Harry couldn't help but feeling jealous at them. He knew that ever since they reached Hogwarts 5 years ago, Ron and Hermione had always been arguing. They were so opposite from each other, and so did their elements: Water and Fire were not suppose to work on each other, but these oppositions were the things that made them fits each other, like two pieces of puzzle.
Harry stood up suddenly and looked away from the couple. "Come on, I want to get a new set of robes. My old ones are too short. I'm shooting up," Harry said, grinning, before he made his way to the door, Hermione and Ron following him. They made their way back towards the centre of Diagon Alley and were on their way to enter Madam Malkin's when they met with an all too familiar boy with pale, pointy face, bluish silver eyes and silver blonde hair.
Draco Malfoy.
Harry's archenemy ever since the two entered Hogwarts.
The blond was alone without his two idiotic bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, and the sight seemed a little bit weird itself. And talking about weird thing, Malfoy did not slick his hair with gel that day, letting tresses of silver blonde hair fall into his face.
For once in his lifetime, Harry had a better look on Malfoy and thought, 'he's looking better like that,' before Harry mentally hit himself for the thought. 'What the hell??'
Apparently, the pale boy noticed Harry's presence and sneered at him.
"Why, it's such a pleasure to meet you here, Potty," he spat, his lips curled into a nasty smirk, "strange, I do not see you with your favourite dog. Did he die somewhere? Who killed him?" his voice was in a mock sad tone.
Harry did not flinch in anger at all. In fact, he was shaking. He was shaking in sadness. He knew well what Malfoy had meant, and his thoughts trailed to Sirius. It was his entire fault that his beloved Godfather died.
As Malfoy was smirking in delight at Harry's reaction, Ron clenched his fist in anger before sending a glare to the Slytherin. "And where is Father's silver boy without his Father?"
Malfoy flinched at Ron. "Why you little-…" he spat angrily before throwing a dirty gaze at both Harry and Ron. That was when the weirdest thing of the day happened. The Slytherin went to clutch his head, hissing at an invisible pain. He shot another dirty look at Ron before passing by, hitting Harry's shoulder and locking his eyes onto Harry with such intensity that spoke of things for one mere moment before leaving, swaying his robes in a graceful way.
Hermione tilted her head. "Was that all?" she asked. Apparently, Harry was not the only confused one.
Ron smiled triumphantly. "Why, that was a good remark was that not?"
The brunet shook her head at her boyfriend's antics. "But he is Malfoy, for crying out loud." And Harry couldn't be more agree with her.
And as Harry stood on the stall, waiting as Madam Malkin was measuring him for his new robes, he couldn't bring himself not to think about the possibility of one thing.
Draco Malfoy had seen the same dream and heard the same disturbing voice as him.
End Chapter 1
Written 1st May 2004 10.30pm
A/N: So…how was it?? Horrible? Boring? More things will be answered next chapter!! And Review please!
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