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Chapter Two - Meeting With Dumbledore.
Harry woke up the next morning with a yawn. Ron was already up, and gathering his things for the shower. Everyone else woke up in the next few minutes, also gathering their things for the shower. Harry didn't move, just sat on his bed and waited. The shower emptied about twenty minutes later, and three laughing boys came out.
"It's all yours, Harry." Said Seamus. They all knew that he wouldn't take a shower with anyone. He needed his privacy, and they gave him much ribbing for this.
"Yeah, yeah." He grumbled. He got up from the bed, collected his things, and shut the door on his friends laughter. He came out a while later.
"Geez, Potter, you shower like a girl." Seamus teased.
Harry flushed guiltily. "I like long showers." He excused.
"And so modest.." Seamus persisted. He laughed at Harry's embarrassment.
"Oh, come on. Let's go, I'm hungry." He grumbled. They went downstairs, where they saw an excited Hermione.
"Oh. Look at this! My schedule is excellent! Did you all get yours?" She gushed happily. Yep, she was a strange one.
They all looked at their feet. Yes, they had gotten their schedules, but that didn't mean they had looked at them. They liked to put the idea of homework far from their minds. "Oh come on then! Take them out! Let's see what you got" Hermione said.
Harry pulled his from his pocket, slightly rumpled. He opened it and groaned. "Double potions with the Slytherins, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology..." He drifted off. The list went on, he just didn't want to continue. Hermione sighed in exasperation and snatched the schedule from his hand, looking at it. Then she gave it back to him.
"Ron?" She asked expectantly. He groaned and took her by the hand, dragging her off to breakfast, the others following. Breakfast was an big event, with everybody chattering happily now that they were back at school. Harry nodded once in a while to what Hermione was saying to him to signal he was listening, when in truth, he was not. He didn't listen to a word of it. He stared at Draco instead, and did a lot of sighing along with his nodding. When breakfast was finally over, he quickly got up from the table. And then he grinned, for he was going to be late to potions, and actually have an excuse for it.
Ron frowned when he saw Harry walking away, in the opposite direction of the dungeons. "Harry!" He called. "Where you going?"
"Got a meeting with Dumbledore." He said, not breaking his stride.
Ron frowned again. "Lucky bastard." He said, unfortunately for himself, he was off to the dungeons.
Harry walked into Dumbledore's office ten minutes later. "Hello, sir." He said.
"Good morning, Harry. Is everything alright? I trust everything is in order." He asked him.
Harry nodded. "Yes. The charms are going well. You should check them though to make sure they won't go out on me anytime soon."
Dumbledore nodded. He waved his wand over Harry, checking to see if everything is in order. "You're carrying a lot of charms. Are you holding up okay? Feeling any weaker?" Dumbledore asked with concern.
"I get dizzy sometimes, nauseous. Nothing serious, nothing I can't handle." Harry replied with a shrug.
Dumbledore peered at him. "We've asked you to do this too long. It should all be over by the end of the year, hopefully."
"That's good. I want to get married, and I want a life again. No one would want me like this." He said, gesturing to himself.
"The girls do." Dumbledore said with great amusement.
Harry glared at him, but a twinkle in his eye indicated he wasn't angry.
Dumbledore did a few final checks, and then deemed them good to go. "I know you want to miss all of potions, but you can't. Everything looks okay. Remember, in extreme emotions.."
"I know, I know. My charms slip. Don't let anyone see me in extreme emotions." Harry finished. Dumbledore nodded, satisfied.
"Have a good year, Harry." He said.
Harry started out the door, and then paused. "Professor?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"When do you think I can stop this deceit?" Harry asked after a long pause of indecision.
Dumbledore sighed. "I know we ask a lot of you, Harry. A whole lot, that we shouldn't ask, even of you. All I can say is when Voldemort dies. When Voldemort dies, either by your hand or another, then your lies can die too. That I can promise."
Harry nodded, and his eyes burned with tears, but he sucked it up, just like he always had. He straightened his shoulders, and made his way to the dungeons. 'All systems go.' He thought to himself.
Harry rushed into potions class a half hour before class let out. He grinned to himself as he made his way over to Hermione and Ron. He sat down next to his friends, and looked smugly at Snape.
Snape rose an eyebrow at him, but did not comment. He knew he had an excuse. No torturing Potter could be done today. He frowned at that, but after a moment, he let it go. There was always tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and so on. His mood lifted slightly; he lived to torture Potter.
"Where in the bleedin' hell were ya?" Ron asked him.
"I'll tell you in Divination." Harry whispered back. Divination was their next class.
"What about me?!?" Hermione asked. "I don't have Divination."
"Then Ron will tell you later." Harry replied.
"Ron and I don't discuss things when we're together." Hermione said, blushing.
Harry grimaced slightly at that. "Then while you two are together, I'll remind Ron to tell you." Harry answered.
Ron spoke up then. "Why would I tell her anything if I could be otherwise delightfully occupied?" Ron questioned.
Harry closed his eyes in exasperation. "Fine. Then I'll just drag Hermione away to tell her."
"But I wouldn't WANT to be dragged away -" Hermione started.
"It's either that, or nothing. Take it or leave it. I'm not discussing this anymore." Harry said, determined to ignore his friends and listen to what Snape was saying. His gaze soon strayed to Draco, no surprise there.
Draco must have sensed someone watching him, because he turned to look. When Draco saw who it was, he sneered and turned around again. Harry sighed. He was so SICK of fighting. He just wanted to li ve in peace, or something near it. As for Draco, he wanted to stop fighting with him too. He doubted it could ever happen though, and that saddened him considerably.
The bell rang fifteen minutes later, and Harry hurriedly packed his bags. He waited impatiently for Ron to do the same, and growled in irritation when Ron took the time to kiss his girlfriend, and then it went on and on and on...
Harry finally lost his patience and grabbed Ron by his shoulder, jerking him away. "Come ON, Ron." He said.
"Oh. Right." Ron said sheepishly. "Bye, Herm." Ron said, giving her another kiss, this one thankfully short, and she ran off. They walked in the opposite direction, towards the North Tower. When they finally reached it, they were on time, if out of breath. They hurried to their seats, muttering hello's to Professor Trelawny.
"So." Ron started as soon as they sat down. "What were you doing in Dumbledore's office? Why do you always go to his office for some special, mysterious meeting in the beginning of every year since you came here?"
"I can't tell you that." Harry answered.
"You always say that, Harry. I'm beginning to think you don't trust us." Ron scowled darkly.
"I do trust you, Ron, but I'm sworn to secrecy. I won't break it, not even for you two." Harry changed the subject. "Now, on a lighter note, what did you do for your summer?"
"I had so much fun, Harry! I wish you had been there. Fred and George have their joke shop going, and they've moved out of the house, so it's calm now. I wish they were living with us, it's no fun without them. Percy is STILL living there though, unfortunately for me." Ron made a face at Harry, and Harry grinned. "I was being sarcastic about that fun part. It was really boring, with Fred and George gone. I miss them. I wish Percy would move out, and Fred and George back in. Ginny is okay, I suppose. But I really wish you'd been there." Ron paused for a moment, to hope for Percy's death. Then he brightened. "Anyways, how was your summer?"
"Okay." Harry muttered, shrugging. He then turned his attention to the Professor, indicating that he didn't want to talk anymore. Ron sighed, for his friend was always so secretive, and shrugged it off, also paying attention to what the phony professor had to say.
Dinner was a semi-peaceful event. Harry nodded and said, "Uh-huh. Yeah. Right." Every once in a while to indicate he was listening, while staring at Draco.
"Who you staring at, Harry?" Hermione asked. She looked in the direction he was staring at but saw nothing of interest.
"Oh, nothing. The wall. I'm just daydreaming." Harry answered, still staring at whatever he was staring at. Hermione peered intently at him for a couple of moments. Sometimes Harry was just.. weird. Not like a real boy. She shrugged it off and continued on with her topic.
Harry continued to stare at the beautiful blonde headed boy. Draco sensed someone looking at him, and turned to look. It was Harry. Draco frowned, that was the second time today he had caught him staring at him. Was he on some muggle dizziness smoke or something? He shrugged it off, and then scowled at him to get him to stop staring, and turned back to his food.
Harry turned back to his own plate of food and frowned thoughtfully. Why did Draco always have to be so mean? Why couldn't they just be, if not friends, then not enemies. It hurt. A lot. Because Harry really liked Draco, he always had. He was not only extremely hot, but could actually be very kind. Oh, Harry knew Draco had made some bad decisions in his life, and he knew he was planning on making more, but Draco had a good heart. He was kind when he thought he wasn't being observed, and caring also. He just didn't know Harry was watching in his invisibility cloak. Harry had watched that one night in amusement when Draco comforted a first year who was crying, and then threatened her afterwards that if she told anyone he was nice, she would die. Ah, yes, Draco had a soft side. He just didn't like anyone else knowing it. It had been that night that Harry had fallen in love with Draco.
"Harry! Harry!! HARRY!!!" Hermione finally shouted.
"Huh? What?" Harry came out of his daze.
"Why are you murdering your potatoes? They're already dead, you know." Hermione said in amusement.
Harry looked down at his freshly murdered mashed potatoes. "I needed to vent my anger." Harry said as an excuse.
"Right." Hermione said, amused.
"Yeah..."
They went up to bed fifteen minutes later. It had been an eventful first day, and they all quickly fell asleep.
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Disclaimer to those idiots who still don't understand this: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Sob
Chapter Two - Meeting With Dumbledore.
Harry woke up the next morning with a yawn. Ron was already up, and gathering his things for the shower. Everyone else woke up in the next few minutes, also gathering their things for the shower. Harry didn't move, just sat on his bed and waited. The shower emptied about twenty minutes later, and three laughing boys came out.
"It's all yours, Harry." Said Seamus. They all knew that he wouldn't take a shower with anyone. He needed his privacy, and they gave him much ribbing for this.
"Yeah, yeah." He grumbled. He got up from the bed, collected his things, and shut the door on his friends laughter. He came out a while later.
"Geez, Potter, you shower like a girl." Seamus teased.
Harry flushed guiltily. "I like long showers." He excused.
"And so modest.." Seamus persisted. He laughed at Harry's embarrassment.
"Oh, come on. Let's go, I'm hungry." He grumbled. They went downstairs, where they saw an excited Hermione.
"Oh. Look at this! My schedule is excellent! Did you all get yours?" She gushed happily. Yep, she was a strange one.
They all looked at their feet. Yes, they had gotten their schedules, but that didn't mean they had looked at them. They liked to put the idea of homework far from their minds. "Oh come on then! Take them out! Let's see what you got" Hermione said.
Harry pulled his from his pocket, slightly rumpled. He opened it and groaned. "Double potions with the Slytherins, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology..." He drifted off. The list went on, he just didn't want to continue. Hermione sighed in exasperation and snatched the schedule from his hand, looking at it. Then she gave it back to him.
"Ron?" She asked expectantly. He groaned and took her by the hand, dragging her off to breakfast, the others following. Breakfast was an big event, with everybody chattering happily now that they were back at school. Harry nodded once in a while to what Hermione was saying to him to signal he was listening, when in truth, he was not. He didn't listen to a word of it. He stared at Draco instead, and did a lot of sighing along with his nodding. When breakfast was finally over, he quickly got up from the table. And then he grinned, for he was going to be late to potions, and actually have an excuse for it.
Ron frowned when he saw Harry walking away, in the opposite direction of the dungeons. "Harry!" He called. "Where you going?"
"Got a meeting with Dumbledore." He said, not breaking his stride.
Ron frowned again. "Lucky bastard." He said, unfortunately for himself, he was off to the dungeons.
Harry walked into Dumbledore's office ten minutes later. "Hello, sir." He said.
"Good morning, Harry. Is everything alright? I trust everything is in order." He asked him.
Harry nodded. "Yes. The charms are going well. You should check them though to make sure they won't go out on me anytime soon."
Dumbledore nodded. He waved his wand over Harry, checking to see if everything is in order. "You're carrying a lot of charms. Are you holding up okay? Feeling any weaker?" Dumbledore asked with concern.
"I get dizzy sometimes, nauseous. Nothing serious, nothing I can't handle." Harry replied with a shrug.
Dumbledore peered at him. "We've asked you to do this too long. It should all be over by the end of the year, hopefully."
"That's good. I want to get married, and I want a life again. No one would want me like this." He said, gesturing to himself.
"The girls do." Dumbledore said with great amusement.
Harry glared at him, but a twinkle in his eye indicated he wasn't angry.
Dumbledore did a few final checks, and then deemed them good to go. "I know you want to miss all of potions, but you can't. Everything looks okay. Remember, in extreme emotions.."
"I know, I know. My charms slip. Don't let anyone see me in extreme emotions." Harry finished. Dumbledore nodded, satisfied.
"Have a good year, Harry." He said.
Harry started out the door, and then paused. "Professor?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"When do you think I can stop this deceit?" Harry asked after a long pause of indecision.
Dumbledore sighed. "I know we ask a lot of you, Harry. A whole lot, that we shouldn't ask, even of you. All I can say is when Voldemort dies. When Voldemort dies, either by your hand or another, then your lies can die too. That I can promise."
Harry nodded, and his eyes burned with tears, but he sucked it up, just like he always had. He straightened his shoulders, and made his way to the dungeons. 'All systems go.' He thought to himself.
Harry rushed into potions class a half hour before class let out. He grinned to himself as he made his way over to Hermione and Ron. He sat down next to his friends, and looked smugly at Snape.
Snape rose an eyebrow at him, but did not comment. He knew he had an excuse. No torturing Potter could be done today. He frowned at that, but after a moment, he let it go. There was always tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and so on. His mood lifted slightly; he lived to torture Potter.
"Where in the bleedin' hell were ya?" Ron asked him.
"I'll tell you in Divination." Harry whispered back. Divination was their next class.
"What about me?!?" Hermione asked. "I don't have Divination."
"Then Ron will tell you later." Harry replied.
"Ron and I don't discuss things when we're together." Hermione said, blushing.
Harry grimaced slightly at that. "Then while you two are together, I'll remind Ron to tell you." Harry answered.
Ron spoke up then. "Why would I tell her anything if I could be otherwise delightfully occupied?" Ron questioned.
Harry closed his eyes in exasperation. "Fine. Then I'll just drag Hermione away to tell her."
"But I wouldn't WANT to be dragged away -" Hermione started.
"It's either that, or nothing. Take it or leave it. I'm not discussing this anymore." Harry said, determined to ignore his friends and listen to what Snape was saying. His gaze soon strayed to Draco, no surprise there.
Draco must have sensed someone watching him, because he turned to look. When Draco saw who it was, he sneered and turned around again. Harry sighed. He was so SICK of fighting. He just wanted to li ve in peace, or something near it. As for Draco, he wanted to stop fighting with him too. He doubted it could ever happen though, and that saddened him considerably.
The bell rang fifteen minutes later, and Harry hurriedly packed his bags. He waited impatiently for Ron to do the same, and growled in irritation when Ron took the time to kiss his girlfriend, and then it went on and on and on...
Harry finally lost his patience and grabbed Ron by his shoulder, jerking him away. "Come ON, Ron." He said.
"Oh. Right." Ron said sheepishly. "Bye, Herm." Ron said, giving her another kiss, this one thankfully short, and she ran off. They walked in the opposite direction, towards the North Tower. When they finally reached it, they were on time, if out of breath. They hurried to their seats, muttering hello's to Professor Trelawny.
"So." Ron started as soon as they sat down. "What were you doing in Dumbledore's office? Why do you always go to his office for some special, mysterious meeting in the beginning of every year since you came here?"
"I can't tell you that." Harry answered.
"You always say that, Harry. I'm beginning to think you don't trust us." Ron scowled darkly.
"I do trust you, Ron, but I'm sworn to secrecy. I won't break it, not even for you two." Harry changed the subject. "Now, on a lighter note, what did you do for your summer?"
"I had so much fun, Harry! I wish you had been there. Fred and George have their joke shop going, and they've moved out of the house, so it's calm now. I wish they were living with us, it's no fun without them. Percy is STILL living there though, unfortunately for me." Ron made a face at Harry, and Harry grinned. "I was being sarcastic about that fun part. It was really boring, with Fred and George gone. I miss them. I wish Percy would move out, and Fred and George back in. Ginny is okay, I suppose. But I really wish you'd been there." Ron paused for a moment, to hope for Percy's death. Then he brightened. "Anyways, how was your summer?"
"Okay." Harry muttered, shrugging. He then turned his attention to the Professor, indicating that he didn't want to talk anymore. Ron sighed, for his friend was always so secretive, and shrugged it off, also paying attention to what the phony professor had to say.
Dinner was a semi-peaceful event. Harry nodded and said, "Uh-huh. Yeah. Right." Every once in a while to indicate he was listening, while staring at Draco.
"Who you staring at, Harry?" Hermione asked. She looked in the direction he was staring at but saw nothing of interest.
"Oh, nothing. The wall. I'm just daydreaming." Harry answered, still staring at whatever he was staring at. Hermione peered intently at him for a couple of moments. Sometimes Harry was just.. weird. Not like a real boy. She shrugged it off and continued on with her topic.
Harry continued to stare at the beautiful blonde headed boy. Draco sensed someone looking at him, and turned to look. It was Harry. Draco frowned, that was the second time today he had caught him staring at him. Was he on some muggle dizziness smoke or something? He shrugged it off, and then scowled at him to get him to stop staring, and turned back to his food.
Harry turned back to his own plate of food and frowned thoughtfully. Why did Draco always have to be so mean? Why couldn't they just be, if not friends, then not enemies. It hurt. A lot. Because Harry really liked Draco, he always had. He was not only extremely hot, but could actually be very kind. Oh, Harry knew Draco had made some bad decisions in his life, and he knew he was planning on making more, but Draco had a good heart. He was kind when he thought he wasn't being observed, and caring also. He just didn't know Harry was watching in his invisibility cloak. Harry had watched that one night in amusement when Draco comforted a first year who was crying, and then threatened her afterwards that if she told anyone he was nice, she would die. Ah, yes, Draco had a soft side. He just didn't like anyone else knowing it. It had been that night that Harry had fallen in love with Draco.
"Harry! Harry!! HARRY!!!" Hermione finally shouted.
"Huh? What?" Harry came out of his daze.
"Why are you murdering your potatoes? They're already dead, you know." Hermione said in amusement.
Harry looked down at his freshly murdered mashed potatoes. "I needed to vent my anger." Harry said as an excuse.
"Right." Hermione said, amused.
"Yeah..."
They went up to bed fifteen minutes later. It had been an eventful first day, and they all quickly fell asleep.
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