Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Lord
By: LogicalRaven
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This is kind of a misplaced chapter. It is dark so be prepared. I want to reintroduce anger into Harry's character. Everything has been going fairly smoothly and it seems that good luck is finally shining of Harry. Too bad it is all an allusion. Read and Review Nothing is my own..
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Temptations of the Dark Lord
The blood pooled around Harry's feet. The black blood. The knife glimmered in the eerie moon light as Harry stared at it. He felt an unknown force guide his hand removing its long slender blade from the gashing wound of the crumpled cloaked figure on the ground beneath him. The blood continued to pool, it's sticky texture coating the soles of his shoes.
Harry gasped as the figure's eyes jerked open as a ear splitting scream erupted from the figures ghostly lips. Without hesitation he plunged the blade deep between the two ghastly eyes, silencing the figure and causing more blood to spill.
Harry's eyes gleamed with hate as he jerked the knife back and wiped it clean on his robes. He blinked as a grin appeared across his face, it was grin unlike he'd ever allowed before, a cold evil grin. It was an tremendous sense of power of satisfaction that overwhelmed him. Without hesitation he plunged the knife deep into the corpse's chest, aiming for its black heart. There was no moving, no suffering as the knife sliced through the dead flesh, and Harry's grin faded. The power, the satisfaction was gone.
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"NO!" Harry shrilled jerking up from his sleep. His eyes stung with fear as he blinked several times trying to get the room to focus. It had been awhile since he had had a dream like that. In fact he hadn't had a dream since before Christmas. Why were they starting again. He closed his eyes willing his mind closed, fearing that this was Voldemort playing with him again.
The sweat that lingered on his balmy face caused his dark hair to stick against his forehead. He had almost managed to forget about Bellatrix, almost. He felt a sense of happiness dance through his mind as he pictured her rotting corpse, somewhere laying in a dirt grave.
"NO!" Harry spat at himself, he had started to shake slightly.
He reached up and clenched his raven hair in frustration. So much had happened, and yet he still couldn't figure out everything. The words of those who were close to him played in his mind like a harping record, haunting his every thoughts. He wasn't even sure who he hated more right now. Voldemort or the Magical World.
"There are many wizards who don't want to see us together."
Who's business was it anyways? Why was everyone always trying to control his life, his decisions. Harry reached for his book laying on his night table and slammed it across the room.
The next morning arrived slowly. Harry hadn't allowed himself to sleep, but instead stayed awake stewing in his own anger. By the time morning finally arrived Harry was in the worst mood imaginable.
He found the common room rather empty as he decided to catch the early breakfast. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, or anything at the present moment. The Great Hall was almost empty except for Professor Binnes and a few Slythernins.
Harry flashed the house of snakes a cold glare as he forked his cooling eggs. He wanted to do nothing more than hex each and everyone of them.
"Where are you friends scarhead?" hissed Malfoy as he walked by Harry, a jeer creeping into his cold voice.
Harry's eyes widen as Harry heard Malfoy let out a slight gasp. Without a moment of hesitation Harry drew out his wand.
"MR. POTTER!"
Harry caught the incantation in his throat before it vocalized.
"What in the world do you think you are doing?" Professor McGonagall hissed snatching Harry's wand from his hand.
"Something is wrong with him professor, his eyes were glowing red. I saw them!" Pansy shrilled pointing at Harry with her sharp finger.
McGonagall looked at Harry slightly concerned, "To my office Mr. Potter, immediately." She tossed his wand back at him.
Harry gave Malfoy the coldest look he could muster and stormed past him and his group of Slytherin.
He found his way through the passageway to the Head Mistress's office easily. He had found himself in that office many times with his former Head Master, he had many things revealed to him in that office. He expected to pace in his anger until McGonagall arrived to reveal the stairs, but to his surprise the gargoyle opened the passageway at the sight of him.
He quickly walked up the winding passageway finding his way to the familiar surroundings. The office looked very much the same as he remembered, but McGonagall had added a few of her own touches. Including a scratching post by the corner of her desk.
"Ah, Harry Potter. I've been wondering when you'd be back up here."
Harry spun around to find a grinning sorting hat staring at him.
"Thought you retired?" Harry questioned.
The hat nodded as best as a hat could do, "Yea, I guess I made quite a scene during the beginning of term, but retirement is overrated. You're not still wondering if I put you in the right house, are you?"
Harry shook his head, "No, what I'm wondering I'm afraid you can't help me with."
"You want to talk to Dumbledore?" the hat asked. "Well, he's right behind you."
Harry face went blank as he turned around expecting to see the tall wizard standing behind with a glimmer in his eyes, but he didn't
"The portrait Potter, surely you remember?" the hat spat in annoyance. How could Harry forget, all the former Head Masters and Mistresses were in portraits around the Master's office.
"How are you Harry?" the smiling portrait of Albus Dumbledore asked.
"Professor?" Harry asked looking confused.
The old Head Master giggled, "Well, not exactly. I'm only a mere image of my old self. I have agreed to up holding the Hogwart's tradition, just in cause those in the school are in need of my guidance."
"So you're dead?" Harry asked, feeling slightly ill at his question.
The portrait shrugged, "I'm not really sure Harry. I charmed myself into this portrait when I resigned as Head Master. Surely you didn't think those who died turned into portraits?"
"Honestly sir, I've never really thought about it..." Harry confessed. "Professor, I'm having dreams again sir. Dreams about killing Bellatrix."
"Curious, but I'm most certain I don't have the slightly inkling what you're dreams may be about," Dumbledore replied with a frown, "I'm a mere memory or shadow of Albus Dumbledore. I cannot give you the same guidance or answers as before. It was far too dangerous to place all my knowledge in this portrait."
Harry swallowed hard as he found a seat in front of McGonagall's desk. It seemed that Dumbledore was indeed gone. The clicking of McGonagalls shoes racing up the stairs brought the reality of his situation back to the surface as well as his anger.
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A half and hour later Harry stormed out the Head Mistress's office. Maybe he should have yelled at her, maybe if he had controlled his tongue he'd only have a nights worth of detention instead of a week. Starting in the owlery tonight, cleaning it without the use of magic.
"Harry! I've been looking for you everywhere mate," Ron smiled racing over to a brooding Harry.
"Hey Ron," Harry greeted flatly.
"Did you see the announcement in the common room. I think McGonagall is going to allow Quidditch," Ron said happily ignoring Harry's flat tone.
"That's highly unlikely," Harry spat, "I just had a meeting with her, and she made no mention of Quidditch."
"Well, there is a meeting for all team members tonight at eight in the Great Hall," Ron smiled.
"So how did things go between you and Hermione last night?" Harry said suddenly remembering the predicament he'd left Ron in the previous evening.
Ron grinned, "I don't know where we stand exactly, but it's better than where we were before last night."
"So you two aren't together?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows.
Ron blushed completely from head to toe, "We didn't really do much talking."
Harry had to laugh despite the anger in his stomach.
"So where did you run off to last night? I came to see you around midnight, but you weren't in you're room. Well actually I came to kill you but that is besides the point," Ron said staring at Harry curiously.
Harry thought quickly, "I had a meeting with Tonks then I went to the Head's Study to get some homework done."
Ron frowned, "What did you have to meet with Tonks for?"
"Class," Harry said a little too quickly.
"I didn't realize you were having problems in Transfiguration," Ron said looking slightly suspicious.
Harry took a deep breath but it did little good, "WELL I AM! Do you think I'm lying too?"
"I didn't accuse you of lying!" Ron spat back.
Harry growled, "Well, you'd be about the only one."
"What in the name of Merlin are you talking about?" Ron demanded.
"Nothing, it isn't your concern," Harry hissed, turning quickly from the situation.
"Harry, will you quite trying to push me away," Ron yelled grabbing Harry's arm.
"Let me go Ron."
Ron narrowed his eyes, "I don't know what your problem is, but you better get over it."
"Is that a threat?" Harry warned.
Ron shook his head, "Sometimes it seems you're okay, and others it's like I don't even know who you are anymore."
"Well how am I suppose to act. I can't have anything normal in life now can I? Dumbledore is dead and I'm the one everyone is looking at to save the magical world. You don't have people spying on every aspect of your life. You don't have Voldemort meddling in your dreams. You don't have everyone in the entire world telling you what choices you have to make including who you can and can't be with!"
"What has made you so angry?" Ron pushed.
Harry shook his head, "Everything!"
"No, something has set you off. Tell me!"
Harry shrilled, "I CAN'T! Don't you understand if anybody finds out.."
"Finds out what?"
"SOD OFF!" Harry yelled pulling his arm out of Ron's grasp and storming down the corridor.
"FINE!" Ron snapped back, glaring at the back of Harry's head as he stormed down the corridor.
Harry grimaced at himself, he honestly didn't mean to go off on Ron like he had. His best mate had just caught him at a bad time. It was the first time he could ever remember of being in need of real guidance and not knowing where to go to get it.
He rounded the corner leading to the Transfiguration classroom, without even knocking he busted through the door. Tonks was busy reading through some spell books when she caught a glimps of Harry.
"Can I help you with something Harry?" she asked in a professional tone.
Harry frowned, "Drop the act. You said last night that there were many wizards who didn't want us together, who?"
Tonks eyes grew wide as her eyes darted to the figure beside her Harry had failed to notice.
"Many Harry," Remus Lupin replied staring at him with a displeased look.
"I'm guessing I'm to blame about you knowing. I did see to it that December returned the Marauder Map to your possession."
"So you know what I'm talking about?" Harry said turning his angry gaze to his Defense Professor.
Remus nodded, "I do, and she's right. There are many high ranking officials who do not want to see Harry Potter involved anyone, especially Ambassador Chang's daughter. Several people are blaming you for China's lack of support. Minister Fudge himself describes love a weakness, and there are many who agree with him in your case."
"It's my life!" Harry yelled.
Remus held up his hands as Cho (or Tonks to the eye) started to whimper, "I know it's your life Harry, but you have to understand, things are complicated."
"How? Why won't anyone tell me anything!?" Harry continued on his angry rant.
"You already know more than you should, to be honest we don't know much more than you do," Remus confessed looking over at Cho for support. "In truth Harry, the Order is falling apart. Dumbledore has been missing for weeks which gives us no other option but to believe he's dead. Most of the members don't trust Moody guidance, they thinks he's too rash and paranoid. The ministry is falling apart within itself and Fudge is hiding in fear for his own life, so as you can expect he isn't offering much leadership."
"And I'm the only hope," Harry spat.
"You're young Harry. Your only concern should be staying alive, you don't know nearly enough to defend yourself against the forces of the Dark Lord, I'm not sure anyone does."
"Harry please don't be angry," Cho begged looking nervously at Lupin as she spoke.
Harry shook his head, "I just want answers, I'm tried of being treated like a child."
"It doesn't get any easier believe me. I've been an adult for awhile now, and still don't have all the answers I want," Remus Lupin laughed lightly.
Harry started to speak but Remus Lupin turned an interrupted him, "Well Professor Tonks. I think we should remember what we've talked about. I'll see you at lunch. Harry would you mind walking with me, I was on my way back towards the Gryffindor common room anyways."
"I think I'd rather stay with Cho. I want to have a word with her," Harry said with a stern tone.
Remus shook his head, "I don't think that is a wise idea. Please, we need to have a talk." Harry argued but finally conceded. The two walked almost silently in the empty corridors, both looking nervous and uncomfortable.
"I think you need to exercise caution about Tonk's secret," Lupin finally broke the silence.
Harry rolled his eyes, "I know that already."
"I don't think you do. This is more than just a secret between a girlfriend and boyfriend. If Tonk's cover is blown than her whole mission is worthless and believe me Harry we can't afford for that to happen." Remus whispered. "There are dark spies everywhere, even in our own student body."
"So I shouldn't even speak to her?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Exactly! You shouldn't even look at Tonks if you can refrain from it. Don't do anything to bring attention to the fact that Tonks isn't acting like herself," Remus said slowly. "I hope we understand one another because it is important that we do."
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The one place he thought he hated in the castle felt like a sweet sanctuary. Nobody could find him, not even if they wanted to. The high walls of the Head's Study was breathtaking, but Harry hardly noticed. His eyes were dancing with the wispy flames. He should be at McGongall Quidditch meeting, but the prospect of the sport did little to lift his sprits nowadays.
Life just wasn't fair. His girlfriend was dangled in front of his nose and he couldn't even speak to her. Didn't people realize that if they kept taking away everything he wanted to fight for then he'd just stop fighting.
Tonight was different than previous nights Harry had wanted to be alone, for the first time in his life he understood the Death Eaters, he understood Voldemort. Power was the key. With power nobody could ever take anything away from him again.
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This is kind of a misplaced chapter. It is dark so be prepared. I want to reintroduce anger into Harry's character. Everything has been going fairly smoothly and it seems that good luck is finally shining of Harry. Too bad it is all an allusion. Read and Review Nothing is my own..
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Temptations of the Dark Lord
The blood pooled around Harry's feet. The black blood. The knife glimmered in the eerie moon light as Harry stared at it. He felt an unknown force guide his hand removing its long slender blade from the gashing wound of the crumpled cloaked figure on the ground beneath him. The blood continued to pool, it's sticky texture coating the soles of his shoes.
Harry gasped as the figure's eyes jerked open as a ear splitting scream erupted from the figures ghostly lips. Without hesitation he plunged the blade deep between the two ghastly eyes, silencing the figure and causing more blood to spill.
Harry's eyes gleamed with hate as he jerked the knife back and wiped it clean on his robes. He blinked as a grin appeared across his face, it was grin unlike he'd ever allowed before, a cold evil grin. It was an tremendous sense of power of satisfaction that overwhelmed him. Without hesitation he plunged the knife deep into the corpse's chest, aiming for its black heart. There was no moving, no suffering as the knife sliced through the dead flesh, and Harry's grin faded. The power, the satisfaction was gone.
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"NO!" Harry shrilled jerking up from his sleep. His eyes stung with fear as he blinked several times trying to get the room to focus. It had been awhile since he had had a dream like that. In fact he hadn't had a dream since before Christmas. Why were they starting again. He closed his eyes willing his mind closed, fearing that this was Voldemort playing with him again.
The sweat that lingered on his balmy face caused his dark hair to stick against his forehead. He had almost managed to forget about Bellatrix, almost. He felt a sense of happiness dance through his mind as he pictured her rotting corpse, somewhere laying in a dirt grave.
"NO!" Harry spat at himself, he had started to shake slightly.
He reached up and clenched his raven hair in frustration. So much had happened, and yet he still couldn't figure out everything. The words of those who were close to him played in his mind like a harping record, haunting his every thoughts. He wasn't even sure who he hated more right now. Voldemort or the Magical World.
"There are many wizards who don't want to see us together."
Who's business was it anyways? Why was everyone always trying to control his life, his decisions. Harry reached for his book laying on his night table and slammed it across the room.
The next morning arrived slowly. Harry hadn't allowed himself to sleep, but instead stayed awake stewing in his own anger. By the time morning finally arrived Harry was in the worst mood imaginable.
He found the common room rather empty as he decided to catch the early breakfast. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, or anything at the present moment. The Great Hall was almost empty except for Professor Binnes and a few Slythernins.
Harry flashed the house of snakes a cold glare as he forked his cooling eggs. He wanted to do nothing more than hex each and everyone of them.
"Where are you friends scarhead?" hissed Malfoy as he walked by Harry, a jeer creeping into his cold voice.
Harry's eyes widen as Harry heard Malfoy let out a slight gasp. Without a moment of hesitation Harry drew out his wand.
"MR. POTTER!"
Harry caught the incantation in his throat before it vocalized.
"What in the world do you think you are doing?" Professor McGonagall hissed snatching Harry's wand from his hand.
"Something is wrong with him professor, his eyes were glowing red. I saw them!" Pansy shrilled pointing at Harry with her sharp finger.
McGonagall looked at Harry slightly concerned, "To my office Mr. Potter, immediately." She tossed his wand back at him.
Harry gave Malfoy the coldest look he could muster and stormed past him and his group of Slytherin.
He found his way through the passageway to the Head Mistress's office easily. He had found himself in that office many times with his former Head Master, he had many things revealed to him in that office. He expected to pace in his anger until McGonagall arrived to reveal the stairs, but to his surprise the gargoyle opened the passageway at the sight of him.
He quickly walked up the winding passageway finding his way to the familiar surroundings. The office looked very much the same as he remembered, but McGonagall had added a few of her own touches. Including a scratching post by the corner of her desk.
"Ah, Harry Potter. I've been wondering when you'd be back up here."
Harry spun around to find a grinning sorting hat staring at him.
"Thought you retired?" Harry questioned.
The hat nodded as best as a hat could do, "Yea, I guess I made quite a scene during the beginning of term, but retirement is overrated. You're not still wondering if I put you in the right house, are you?"
Harry shook his head, "No, what I'm wondering I'm afraid you can't help me with."
"You want to talk to Dumbledore?" the hat asked. "Well, he's right behind you."
Harry face went blank as he turned around expecting to see the tall wizard standing behind with a glimmer in his eyes, but he didn't
"The portrait Potter, surely you remember?" the hat spat in annoyance. How could Harry forget, all the former Head Masters and Mistresses were in portraits around the Master's office.
"How are you Harry?" the smiling portrait of Albus Dumbledore asked.
"Professor?" Harry asked looking confused.
The old Head Master giggled, "Well, not exactly. I'm only a mere image of my old self. I have agreed to up holding the Hogwart's tradition, just in cause those in the school are in need of my guidance."
"So you're dead?" Harry asked, feeling slightly ill at his question.
The portrait shrugged, "I'm not really sure Harry. I charmed myself into this portrait when I resigned as Head Master. Surely you didn't think those who died turned into portraits?"
"Honestly sir, I've never really thought about it..." Harry confessed. "Professor, I'm having dreams again sir. Dreams about killing Bellatrix."
"Curious, but I'm most certain I don't have the slightly inkling what you're dreams may be about," Dumbledore replied with a frown, "I'm a mere memory or shadow of Albus Dumbledore. I cannot give you the same guidance or answers as before. It was far too dangerous to place all my knowledge in this portrait."
Harry swallowed hard as he found a seat in front of McGonagall's desk. It seemed that Dumbledore was indeed gone. The clicking of McGonagalls shoes racing up the stairs brought the reality of his situation back to the surface as well as his anger.
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A half and hour later Harry stormed out the Head Mistress's office. Maybe he should have yelled at her, maybe if he had controlled his tongue he'd only have a nights worth of detention instead of a week. Starting in the owlery tonight, cleaning it without the use of magic.
"Harry! I've been looking for you everywhere mate," Ron smiled racing over to a brooding Harry.
"Hey Ron," Harry greeted flatly.
"Did you see the announcement in the common room. I think McGonagall is going to allow Quidditch," Ron said happily ignoring Harry's flat tone.
"That's highly unlikely," Harry spat, "I just had a meeting with her, and she made no mention of Quidditch."
"Well, there is a meeting for all team members tonight at eight in the Great Hall," Ron smiled.
"So how did things go between you and Hermione last night?" Harry said suddenly remembering the predicament he'd left Ron in the previous evening.
Ron grinned, "I don't know where we stand exactly, but it's better than where we were before last night."
"So you two aren't together?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows.
Ron blushed completely from head to toe, "We didn't really do much talking."
Harry had to laugh despite the anger in his stomach.
"So where did you run off to last night? I came to see you around midnight, but you weren't in you're room. Well actually I came to kill you but that is besides the point," Ron said staring at Harry curiously.
Harry thought quickly, "I had a meeting with Tonks then I went to the Head's Study to get some homework done."
Ron frowned, "What did you have to meet with Tonks for?"
"Class," Harry said a little too quickly.
"I didn't realize you were having problems in Transfiguration," Ron said looking slightly suspicious.
Harry took a deep breath but it did little good, "WELL I AM! Do you think I'm lying too?"
"I didn't accuse you of lying!" Ron spat back.
Harry growled, "Well, you'd be about the only one."
"What in the name of Merlin are you talking about?" Ron demanded.
"Nothing, it isn't your concern," Harry hissed, turning quickly from the situation.
"Harry, will you quite trying to push me away," Ron yelled grabbing Harry's arm.
"Let me go Ron."
Ron narrowed his eyes, "I don't know what your problem is, but you better get over it."
"Is that a threat?" Harry warned.
Ron shook his head, "Sometimes it seems you're okay, and others it's like I don't even know who you are anymore."
"Well how am I suppose to act. I can't have anything normal in life now can I? Dumbledore is dead and I'm the one everyone is looking at to save the magical world. You don't have people spying on every aspect of your life. You don't have Voldemort meddling in your dreams. You don't have everyone in the entire world telling you what choices you have to make including who you can and can't be with!"
"What has made you so angry?" Ron pushed.
Harry shook his head, "Everything!"
"No, something has set you off. Tell me!"
Harry shrilled, "I CAN'T! Don't you understand if anybody finds out.."
"Finds out what?"
"SOD OFF!" Harry yelled pulling his arm out of Ron's grasp and storming down the corridor.
"FINE!" Ron snapped back, glaring at the back of Harry's head as he stormed down the corridor.
Harry grimaced at himself, he honestly didn't mean to go off on Ron like he had. His best mate had just caught him at a bad time. It was the first time he could ever remember of being in need of real guidance and not knowing where to go to get it.
He rounded the corner leading to the Transfiguration classroom, without even knocking he busted through the door. Tonks was busy reading through some spell books when she caught a glimps of Harry.
"Can I help you with something Harry?" she asked in a professional tone.
Harry frowned, "Drop the act. You said last night that there were many wizards who didn't want us together, who?"
Tonks eyes grew wide as her eyes darted to the figure beside her Harry had failed to notice.
"Many Harry," Remus Lupin replied staring at him with a displeased look.
"I'm guessing I'm to blame about you knowing. I did see to it that December returned the Marauder Map to your possession."
"So you know what I'm talking about?" Harry said turning his angry gaze to his Defense Professor.
Remus nodded, "I do, and she's right. There are many high ranking officials who do not want to see Harry Potter involved anyone, especially Ambassador Chang's daughter. Several people are blaming you for China's lack of support. Minister Fudge himself describes love a weakness, and there are many who agree with him in your case."
"It's my life!" Harry yelled.
Remus held up his hands as Cho (or Tonks to the eye) started to whimper, "I know it's your life Harry, but you have to understand, things are complicated."
"How? Why won't anyone tell me anything!?" Harry continued on his angry rant.
"You already know more than you should, to be honest we don't know much more than you do," Remus confessed looking over at Cho for support. "In truth Harry, the Order is falling apart. Dumbledore has been missing for weeks which gives us no other option but to believe he's dead. Most of the members don't trust Moody guidance, they thinks he's too rash and paranoid. The ministry is falling apart within itself and Fudge is hiding in fear for his own life, so as you can expect he isn't offering much leadership."
"And I'm the only hope," Harry spat.
"You're young Harry. Your only concern should be staying alive, you don't know nearly enough to defend yourself against the forces of the Dark Lord, I'm not sure anyone does."
"Harry please don't be angry," Cho begged looking nervously at Lupin as she spoke.
Harry shook his head, "I just want answers, I'm tried of being treated like a child."
"It doesn't get any easier believe me. I've been an adult for awhile now, and still don't have all the answers I want," Remus Lupin laughed lightly.
Harry started to speak but Remus Lupin turned an interrupted him, "Well Professor Tonks. I think we should remember what we've talked about. I'll see you at lunch. Harry would you mind walking with me, I was on my way back towards the Gryffindor common room anyways."
"I think I'd rather stay with Cho. I want to have a word with her," Harry said with a stern tone.
Remus shook his head, "I don't think that is a wise idea. Please, we need to have a talk." Harry argued but finally conceded. The two walked almost silently in the empty corridors, both looking nervous and uncomfortable.
"I think you need to exercise caution about Tonk's secret," Lupin finally broke the silence.
Harry rolled his eyes, "I know that already."
"I don't think you do. This is more than just a secret between a girlfriend and boyfriend. If Tonk's cover is blown than her whole mission is worthless and believe me Harry we can't afford for that to happen." Remus whispered. "There are dark spies everywhere, even in our own student body."
"So I shouldn't even speak to her?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Exactly! You shouldn't even look at Tonks if you can refrain from it. Don't do anything to bring attention to the fact that Tonks isn't acting like herself," Remus said slowly. "I hope we understand one another because it is important that we do."
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The one place he thought he hated in the castle felt like a sweet sanctuary. Nobody could find him, not even if they wanted to. The high walls of the Head's Study was breathtaking, but Harry hardly noticed. His eyes were dancing with the wispy flames. He should be at McGongall Quidditch meeting, but the prospect of the sport did little to lift his sprits nowadays.
Life just wasn't fair. His girlfriend was dangled in front of his nose and he couldn't even speak to her. Didn't people realize that if they kept taking away everything he wanted to fight for then he'd just stop fighting.
Tonight was different than previous nights Harry had wanted to be alone, for the first time in his life he understood the Death Eaters, he understood Voldemort. Power was the key. With power nobody could ever take anything away from him again.