Greater Inheritance
Chapter 9 – The Attacks
After Harry's mental brush with Voldemort, Draco had taken him into the bathroom, sat him on the edge of the bath tub and cleaned him up. He'd then led the raven haired man back to the couch and they'd settled down together quietly talking.
In the end, Draco fell asleep, laying on top of Harry again. Of course, Harry didn't have the heart to wake him and so settled down and wrapped his arms and legs around Draco and finally fell asleep.
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Harry woke suddenly from a sharp prod to his arm to find a long nose in his face, framed by black greasy hair.
"Professor?" Harry mumbled in confusion.
"Mr Potter. There's been an attack-"
"Where? When?" Harry immediately tried to sit up, eyes wide and alert.
A groan came from the blonde head on Harry's chest followed by a sleepy yet worried voice. "Are you alright? Is it your scar again?" Sleepy eyes finally met shocked emerald ones.
"Again, Mr Potter?" Snape questioned sternly as Draco's head snapped around to confirm his hearing of Snape being in the same room.
"Yes, Professor." Harry said sadly. "No, it's not Voldemort, Draco."
"Good." And Draco snuggled back down into Harry's neck.
"But there's been an attack." Harry said quietly. Snape just stood and watched the two converse.
"Where?" Draco's worried eyes once more looked into emerald eyes. These eyes averted to Snape.
"Fifteen miles south of here. In a small village. The entire population, muggle and wizard alike, were all killed. Most were also 'displayed'." Snape finished in a sneer.
"Oh Merlin." Harry felt like he was going to be sick.
Suddenly the flames behind Snape flared green and the head of Albus Dumbledore appeared. Snape stepped aside as they all looked to the headmaster.
The twinkle erupted for the barest second as he surveyed the scene on the couch, before becoming sombre once more. "There has been another attack, this time at the Ministry of Magic. It would appear, Severus, that you are no longer trusted amongst the Death Eater ranks."
"I'm sorry, Albus." Snape looked and sounded shocked.
"Don't be, my dear boy. We both knew this would possibly arise. We will take the necessary precautionary methods."
Finally the wise eyes settled again on Harry and Draco and they twinkled with just the slightest bit of amusement.
"What happened at the Ministry, Professor?" Draco questioned the headmaster.
"A thorough raid of the entire Ministry. All guards and anyone else there at the time were murdered much the same as at the village." Dumbledore paused for that to sink in. Harry lay with his eyes closed and his head buried in Draco's shoulder, knowing worse was to come. "Harry, I'm sorry to say that Mr Weasley was working late last night."
Harry merely nodded, not trusting his voice.
"My boy, is there anything you wish to tell me?"
"Couple of hours ago, I got an attack through my scar."
"Severe?"
"No." Harry croaked.
"Harry?!" Draco asked in surprise. "It lasted fifteen minutes and it bled shitloads. How is that not severe?!"
"Harry? Is this true?" Dumbledore asked, concerned and disappointed.
Harry merely turned away.
"Severus, can you give Mr Potter some Pepper Up please. I must go. There is much to be taken care of. Mr Malfoy, can I trust you to take care of Mr Potter?"
Draco found the simple request to hold much more than what the words had just said.
Draco nodded his head solemnly. "Yes. Forever." He felt Harry tighten his hold on him all the more.
"Harry, will you join me in the morning in my office. Can you also discretely collect Miss Weasley on your way." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "We'll let them sleep for now."
With that, the green flames flared before dieing out, leaving the normal fire in its place. All was silent apart from the fire crackling in the grate as each Slytherin was left in thought.
"I'll bring the potion for you, Mr Potter." Snape said quietly, his face unreadable. They heard as the door clicked closed.
Harry and Draco remained on the couch, Harry sitting up, leaning back onto the arm rest whilst Draco straddled Harry's thighs, his hands fiddling with Harry's shirt buttons.
"You alright?" Draco asked quietly.
"Mr Weasley is dead." Harry stated as if it had finally hit home; he drew in a deep breath and released it shudderingly.
"There's nothing you could have done."
"That's another person who cared for me gone." Harry ignored Draco until the blonde forcefully took his face into his pale hands.
"Don't you fucking dare!" Draco glared at him. "There was nothing you could have done. It was totally random that Weasley Senior be there. It was nothing personal against you, so don't you dare start blaming yourself!" Draco then forcefully kissed Harry until the raven haired man returned it, at which point he slowed it down to a soft, yet passionate kiss that left them both breathless.
They continued their snog session, hands finding their way under shirts, until they were rudely interrupted by Professor Snape clearing his throat, holding the potion out for Harry to take.
"Thankyou, Professor." Harry immediately took the potion, not even blushing as he looked Snape in the eye as he spoke.
He downed the potion in one go before sticking his tongue out in disgust at the taste, also fighting the urge not to sneeze.
"Mr Malfoy, I suggest you return to your dorm for the remainder of the night. Mr Potter, I wish to speak to you for a moment." Snape made himself comfortable in one of the single seater sofa's next to where Harry and Draco sat.
The two seventh years looked back to each other.
"Remember, it's not your fault, Hero." Draco whispered as he gave another kiss to Harry, albeit a shorter one. "Night Hero." He whispered again before climbing off. "Goodnight, Uncle Sev." And Draco left through the portrait to the Slytherin common rooms.
Professor Snape watched the episode occur in mild amusement whilst keeping his facial expressions blank. "You seem quite comfortable together." He commented.
Harry merely nodded, schooling his own expressions as he sat cross legged facing Snape with his elbows resting on his knees and his head resting in his joined hands.
"What happened during the scar attack?" Snape cut to the chase, not one to procrastinate.
"Nothing."
"Nothing at all?" Snape questioned, surprised. "Tell me what happened before and during the attack."
"I was here with Draco, and then it just hit. Fucking painful but I didn't get any visuals with it. As far as I know, Draco stayed here and mopped up the blood. I didn't even realise it was bleeding until I saw his hanky."
"What were you doing with Draco?"
"Take a guess, Sev."
Snape's expression turned into a part grimace and a part sneer. "So did your barriers drop?"
"I'm not sure. It would seem the logical answer but I really don't know. I definitely didn't feel any presence in my mind so I couldn't push it out."
Snape nodded, filing the information away. "Did any emotions come through?"
"Mainly pleasure, and some sort of triumph. He was certainly happy." Harry stared into the fire as he monotonously answered Snape's questions.
"How long was the episode?"
"Drake said it was fifteen minutes. But I wouldn't have a clue."
"Do you plan on staying with Draco?"
"Pardon?!" Harry's head snapped back to view the Potions Master.
"You heard me." Snape replied, deadly serious.
"Yes. For my part." Harry answered, surprising himself with his confidence.
"At the risk of sounding clichéd, I will say one thing: Be careful. You do not want a vengeful Malfoy after you. Or myself." Snape stood and made to leave the room. "Good evening, Mr Potter.' The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Harry to his thoughts.
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Harry spent an uncomfortable night on the couch without Draco to cuddle up to. It surprised him that in one afternoon they'd come that far into a relationship. He'd even already received the "Death Threat From Guardian".
Harry rose early the next morning and decided to go for his morning jog. After telling Myra he'd be back by 6.30, he navigated his way upstairs and out into the pre-dawn light. After a few quick stretches he took off around the castle and lake on his usual path, thinking as he went.
By the time he reached the doors to the castle again, he'd come to the conclusion that the attacks during the night were not meant to be directed at him. He also decided that, as Draco had said, there was nothing he could have done.
This had been something different for the ex-Gryffindor because, in the past six years, Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys and any other Gryffindors had left him to stew about any occurrences/attacks that had been made. Not once had any of them assured him that there was nothing he could have done.
This of course could have been due to the fact that either, it was his fault, or that at least, they believed it was his fault. To them it seemed he was still the Boy Who Lived and Saviour to the Known Universe. They still regarded him as a superhuman that wielded unknown powers that should be able to wipe away their problems with a flick of his wand.
At least Sev had always treated him like a normal person. It at least made Harry remember that he was really nothing special. Just someone who had too many expectations placed on him. Draco seemed to see that too, to which he was very grateful. He had no idea what he would do without the annoying Ferret.
Harry made his way back to his room and took a quick shower before readying himself for the day ahead. Collecting Myra, who attached herself around his left wrist, he left a note, should Draco come looking for him, explaining that he'd already left for the morning's events and would see him in class.
For his first order of business, he made his way to the kitchens to get a quick breakfast for himself and Myra, who'd asked for a mouse with a glint to her eye.
Once they'd eaten, Harry collected his books and stationary for the day and left to find Ginny Weasley. Knowing it was a long shot, he checked the Great Hall first, thinking that she was a late riser. But he was mistaken this morning as he found her to be seated alone down one end of the Gryffindor table with a steaming mug in her hands.
As he got closer he began to see signs of fatigue as well as worry. He sat down opposite her as she looked up.
"Hi Harry." She smiled weakly before staring into her mug again.
"You don't think I'm a traitor?" Harry asked, mildly surprised.
She shook her head in response. "Something's happened, hasn't it? I couldn't sleep last night. Something's wrong." She stated quietly, teary eyes meeting Harry's.
Harry merely nodded. They rose together and once they'd cleared the table, Harry held her close to him as they quietly left the Great Hall and made their way to Dumbledore's office.
They finally arrived in Dumbledore's office to find it empty. However there was a large number of chairs so they took two in a corner and Harry held her hands as he faced her.
"Overnight, there were two Death Eater attacks. One was in a village fifteen miles from here. The other was on the Ministry of Magic. Gin, your dad was working late last night."
Ginny had already put two and two together as she finally hung her head and cried. Harry pulled her into his lap and held her. He conjured a box of tissues and placed it within arms reach and he continued to hold her as she cried into his neck.
Half an hour later, she was still crying when Dumbledore flooed into the office, followed by Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie.
All the Weasleys had red eyes and tissues in hand. Mrs Weasley looked over to Harry and Ginny's corner and gave Harry a watery smile. Eventually Ginny looked up and made her way over to her family, a fresh wave of tears falling down her face.
Harry sat quietly in the corner, tearing up a tissue when suddenly someone stepped into view. He looked up to find Mrs Weasley standing in front of him, arms open. Slowly he stood and she immediately hugged him, whispering her thanks between sobs. He continued to hold her as she cried until eventually the door to Dumbledore's office opened and Ron and Hermione entered.
Ron was about to start another tirade about Harry being a traitor until Mrs Weasley latched herself onto her youngest son.
"Mum, what happened?" Ron was in confusion.
But Mrs Weasley was unable to speak as she cried all the harder. So Dumbledore quietly supplied the information. Once he'd finished, Ron turned to Harry with a murderous look on his face.
"YOU!!! It's YOUR fault!!!! YOU did this!!!! We took you in and made you a part of this family and YOU TURN ON US!!!" Ron struggled to get his wand out. "You're a TRAITOR and a Death Eater!!!!" Ron yelled as he fought with his wand.
"RONALD!!! I can't -sob- believe you!!! You think Harry did this?!" Molly took his wand away from him and glared heatedly at him through her blood shot eyes.
"He's a Slytherin," Ron spat, "you don't know what he's capable of!!"
"Organised murder is not one of them!!!" she sobbed hysterically and cried into Bill's shoulder.
"I'll get you for destroying my family!" Ron snarled before going over to his sister.
Harry sighed heavily as Hermione came over and quietly wrapped her arms around him. A few tears rolling down her face.
A few minutes later Hermione quietly said, "we should leave the Weasley's to their grieving. Come on. We should get to class."
They quietly pulled away before making their way to the door. With a quick nod to Dumbledore they left for the Great Hall as Hermione roughly wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.
"Are you alright, 'Mione?" Harry asked quietly, one hand holding her back from entering the Great Hall.
She slowly turned around, her eyes meeting Harry's as a fresh wave of tears rolled down her cheeks. She shook her head and immediately fell into Harry's waiting arms as her body was wracked with more sobs.
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen and get some chocolate, then we can get to lesson ... Sound okay?" she nodded okay as Harry led her to the kitchens.
Without needing orders, Dobby automatically brought out a massive slab of chocolate, with the help from three other elves, as well as a huge tub of ice cream.
They sat quietly for a long time, both munching on the comfort food.
"Ya know, this just goes to show how close the danger really is. Before it was just You Know Who attacking people."
Harry merely nodded as he put his spoon down and checked his watch. "Do you want to get to lesson?"
They stood together and thanked the House Elves for their hospitality before making their way to the door when suddenly Dobby ran up to Harry.
"A message for Harry Potter. From Professor Dumbledore."
"Thanks Dobby." They continued on their way out as Harry flicked the note open.
Please see me tonight at 8.
I think it's time we prepare our defences.
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry grimaced as he scrunched up the note and shoved it in his pocket.
Chapter 9 – The Attacks
After Harry's mental brush with Voldemort, Draco had taken him into the bathroom, sat him on the edge of the bath tub and cleaned him up. He'd then led the raven haired man back to the couch and they'd settled down together quietly talking.
In the end, Draco fell asleep, laying on top of Harry again. Of course, Harry didn't have the heart to wake him and so settled down and wrapped his arms and legs around Draco and finally fell asleep.
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Harry woke suddenly from a sharp prod to his arm to find a long nose in his face, framed by black greasy hair.
"Professor?" Harry mumbled in confusion.
"Mr Potter. There's been an attack-"
"Where? When?" Harry immediately tried to sit up, eyes wide and alert.
A groan came from the blonde head on Harry's chest followed by a sleepy yet worried voice. "Are you alright? Is it your scar again?" Sleepy eyes finally met shocked emerald ones.
"Again, Mr Potter?" Snape questioned sternly as Draco's head snapped around to confirm his hearing of Snape being in the same room.
"Yes, Professor." Harry said sadly. "No, it's not Voldemort, Draco."
"Good." And Draco snuggled back down into Harry's neck.
"But there's been an attack." Harry said quietly. Snape just stood and watched the two converse.
"Where?" Draco's worried eyes once more looked into emerald eyes. These eyes averted to Snape.
"Fifteen miles south of here. In a small village. The entire population, muggle and wizard alike, were all killed. Most were also 'displayed'." Snape finished in a sneer.
"Oh Merlin." Harry felt like he was going to be sick.
Suddenly the flames behind Snape flared green and the head of Albus Dumbledore appeared. Snape stepped aside as they all looked to the headmaster.
The twinkle erupted for the barest second as he surveyed the scene on the couch, before becoming sombre once more. "There has been another attack, this time at the Ministry of Magic. It would appear, Severus, that you are no longer trusted amongst the Death Eater ranks."
"I'm sorry, Albus." Snape looked and sounded shocked.
"Don't be, my dear boy. We both knew this would possibly arise. We will take the necessary precautionary methods."
Finally the wise eyes settled again on Harry and Draco and they twinkled with just the slightest bit of amusement.
"What happened at the Ministry, Professor?" Draco questioned the headmaster.
"A thorough raid of the entire Ministry. All guards and anyone else there at the time were murdered much the same as at the village." Dumbledore paused for that to sink in. Harry lay with his eyes closed and his head buried in Draco's shoulder, knowing worse was to come. "Harry, I'm sorry to say that Mr Weasley was working late last night."
Harry merely nodded, not trusting his voice.
"My boy, is there anything you wish to tell me?"
"Couple of hours ago, I got an attack through my scar."
"Severe?"
"No." Harry croaked.
"Harry?!" Draco asked in surprise. "It lasted fifteen minutes and it bled shitloads. How is that not severe?!"
"Harry? Is this true?" Dumbledore asked, concerned and disappointed.
Harry merely turned away.
"Severus, can you give Mr Potter some Pepper Up please. I must go. There is much to be taken care of. Mr Malfoy, can I trust you to take care of Mr Potter?"
Draco found the simple request to hold much more than what the words had just said.
Draco nodded his head solemnly. "Yes. Forever." He felt Harry tighten his hold on him all the more.
"Harry, will you join me in the morning in my office. Can you also discretely collect Miss Weasley on your way." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "We'll let them sleep for now."
With that, the green flames flared before dieing out, leaving the normal fire in its place. All was silent apart from the fire crackling in the grate as each Slytherin was left in thought.
"I'll bring the potion for you, Mr Potter." Snape said quietly, his face unreadable. They heard as the door clicked closed.
Harry and Draco remained on the couch, Harry sitting up, leaning back onto the arm rest whilst Draco straddled Harry's thighs, his hands fiddling with Harry's shirt buttons.
"You alright?" Draco asked quietly.
"Mr Weasley is dead." Harry stated as if it had finally hit home; he drew in a deep breath and released it shudderingly.
"There's nothing you could have done."
"That's another person who cared for me gone." Harry ignored Draco until the blonde forcefully took his face into his pale hands.
"Don't you fucking dare!" Draco glared at him. "There was nothing you could have done. It was totally random that Weasley Senior be there. It was nothing personal against you, so don't you dare start blaming yourself!" Draco then forcefully kissed Harry until the raven haired man returned it, at which point he slowed it down to a soft, yet passionate kiss that left them both breathless.
They continued their snog session, hands finding their way under shirts, until they were rudely interrupted by Professor Snape clearing his throat, holding the potion out for Harry to take.
"Thankyou, Professor." Harry immediately took the potion, not even blushing as he looked Snape in the eye as he spoke.
He downed the potion in one go before sticking his tongue out in disgust at the taste, also fighting the urge not to sneeze.
"Mr Malfoy, I suggest you return to your dorm for the remainder of the night. Mr Potter, I wish to speak to you for a moment." Snape made himself comfortable in one of the single seater sofa's next to where Harry and Draco sat.
The two seventh years looked back to each other.
"Remember, it's not your fault, Hero." Draco whispered as he gave another kiss to Harry, albeit a shorter one. "Night Hero." He whispered again before climbing off. "Goodnight, Uncle Sev." And Draco left through the portrait to the Slytherin common rooms.
Professor Snape watched the episode occur in mild amusement whilst keeping his facial expressions blank. "You seem quite comfortable together." He commented.
Harry merely nodded, schooling his own expressions as he sat cross legged facing Snape with his elbows resting on his knees and his head resting in his joined hands.
"What happened during the scar attack?" Snape cut to the chase, not one to procrastinate.
"Nothing."
"Nothing at all?" Snape questioned, surprised. "Tell me what happened before and during the attack."
"I was here with Draco, and then it just hit. Fucking painful but I didn't get any visuals with it. As far as I know, Draco stayed here and mopped up the blood. I didn't even realise it was bleeding until I saw his hanky."
"What were you doing with Draco?"
"Take a guess, Sev."
Snape's expression turned into a part grimace and a part sneer. "So did your barriers drop?"
"I'm not sure. It would seem the logical answer but I really don't know. I definitely didn't feel any presence in my mind so I couldn't push it out."
Snape nodded, filing the information away. "Did any emotions come through?"
"Mainly pleasure, and some sort of triumph. He was certainly happy." Harry stared into the fire as he monotonously answered Snape's questions.
"How long was the episode?"
"Drake said it was fifteen minutes. But I wouldn't have a clue."
"Do you plan on staying with Draco?"
"Pardon?!" Harry's head snapped back to view the Potions Master.
"You heard me." Snape replied, deadly serious.
"Yes. For my part." Harry answered, surprising himself with his confidence.
"At the risk of sounding clichéd, I will say one thing: Be careful. You do not want a vengeful Malfoy after you. Or myself." Snape stood and made to leave the room. "Good evening, Mr Potter.' The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Harry to his thoughts.
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Harry spent an uncomfortable night on the couch without Draco to cuddle up to. It surprised him that in one afternoon they'd come that far into a relationship. He'd even already received the "Death Threat From Guardian".
Harry rose early the next morning and decided to go for his morning jog. After telling Myra he'd be back by 6.30, he navigated his way upstairs and out into the pre-dawn light. After a few quick stretches he took off around the castle and lake on his usual path, thinking as he went.
By the time he reached the doors to the castle again, he'd come to the conclusion that the attacks during the night were not meant to be directed at him. He also decided that, as Draco had said, there was nothing he could have done.
This had been something different for the ex-Gryffindor because, in the past six years, Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys and any other Gryffindors had left him to stew about any occurrences/attacks that had been made. Not once had any of them assured him that there was nothing he could have done.
This of course could have been due to the fact that either, it was his fault, or that at least, they believed it was his fault. To them it seemed he was still the Boy Who Lived and Saviour to the Known Universe. They still regarded him as a superhuman that wielded unknown powers that should be able to wipe away their problems with a flick of his wand.
At least Sev had always treated him like a normal person. It at least made Harry remember that he was really nothing special. Just someone who had too many expectations placed on him. Draco seemed to see that too, to which he was very grateful. He had no idea what he would do without the annoying Ferret.
Harry made his way back to his room and took a quick shower before readying himself for the day ahead. Collecting Myra, who attached herself around his left wrist, he left a note, should Draco come looking for him, explaining that he'd already left for the morning's events and would see him in class.
For his first order of business, he made his way to the kitchens to get a quick breakfast for himself and Myra, who'd asked for a mouse with a glint to her eye.
Once they'd eaten, Harry collected his books and stationary for the day and left to find Ginny Weasley. Knowing it was a long shot, he checked the Great Hall first, thinking that she was a late riser. But he was mistaken this morning as he found her to be seated alone down one end of the Gryffindor table with a steaming mug in her hands.
As he got closer he began to see signs of fatigue as well as worry. He sat down opposite her as she looked up.
"Hi Harry." She smiled weakly before staring into her mug again.
"You don't think I'm a traitor?" Harry asked, mildly surprised.
She shook her head in response. "Something's happened, hasn't it? I couldn't sleep last night. Something's wrong." She stated quietly, teary eyes meeting Harry's.
Harry merely nodded. They rose together and once they'd cleared the table, Harry held her close to him as they quietly left the Great Hall and made their way to Dumbledore's office.
They finally arrived in Dumbledore's office to find it empty. However there was a large number of chairs so they took two in a corner and Harry held her hands as he faced her.
"Overnight, there were two Death Eater attacks. One was in a village fifteen miles from here. The other was on the Ministry of Magic. Gin, your dad was working late last night."
Ginny had already put two and two together as she finally hung her head and cried. Harry pulled her into his lap and held her. He conjured a box of tissues and placed it within arms reach and he continued to hold her as she cried into his neck.
Half an hour later, she was still crying when Dumbledore flooed into the office, followed by Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie.
All the Weasleys had red eyes and tissues in hand. Mrs Weasley looked over to Harry and Ginny's corner and gave Harry a watery smile. Eventually Ginny looked up and made her way over to her family, a fresh wave of tears falling down her face.
Harry sat quietly in the corner, tearing up a tissue when suddenly someone stepped into view. He looked up to find Mrs Weasley standing in front of him, arms open. Slowly he stood and she immediately hugged him, whispering her thanks between sobs. He continued to hold her as she cried until eventually the door to Dumbledore's office opened and Ron and Hermione entered.
Ron was about to start another tirade about Harry being a traitor until Mrs Weasley latched herself onto her youngest son.
"Mum, what happened?" Ron was in confusion.
But Mrs Weasley was unable to speak as she cried all the harder. So Dumbledore quietly supplied the information. Once he'd finished, Ron turned to Harry with a murderous look on his face.
"YOU!!! It's YOUR fault!!!! YOU did this!!!! We took you in and made you a part of this family and YOU TURN ON US!!!" Ron struggled to get his wand out. "You're a TRAITOR and a Death Eater!!!!" Ron yelled as he fought with his wand.
"RONALD!!! I can't -sob- believe you!!! You think Harry did this?!" Molly took his wand away from him and glared heatedly at him through her blood shot eyes.
"He's a Slytherin," Ron spat, "you don't know what he's capable of!!"
"Organised murder is not one of them!!!" she sobbed hysterically and cried into Bill's shoulder.
"I'll get you for destroying my family!" Ron snarled before going over to his sister.
Harry sighed heavily as Hermione came over and quietly wrapped her arms around him. A few tears rolling down her face.
A few minutes later Hermione quietly said, "we should leave the Weasley's to their grieving. Come on. We should get to class."
They quietly pulled away before making their way to the door. With a quick nod to Dumbledore they left for the Great Hall as Hermione roughly wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.
"Are you alright, 'Mione?" Harry asked quietly, one hand holding her back from entering the Great Hall.
She slowly turned around, her eyes meeting Harry's as a fresh wave of tears rolled down her cheeks. She shook her head and immediately fell into Harry's waiting arms as her body was wracked with more sobs.
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen and get some chocolate, then we can get to lesson ... Sound okay?" she nodded okay as Harry led her to the kitchens.
Without needing orders, Dobby automatically brought out a massive slab of chocolate, with the help from three other elves, as well as a huge tub of ice cream.
They sat quietly for a long time, both munching on the comfort food.
"Ya know, this just goes to show how close the danger really is. Before it was just You Know Who attacking people."
Harry merely nodded as he put his spoon down and checked his watch. "Do you want to get to lesson?"
They stood together and thanked the House Elves for their hospitality before making their way to the door when suddenly Dobby ran up to Harry.
"A message for Harry Potter. From Professor Dumbledore."
"Thanks Dobby." They continued on their way out as Harry flicked the note open.
Please see me tonight at 8.
I think it's time we prepare our defences.
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry grimaced as he scrunched up the note and shoved it in his pocket.