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Summary: Harry is in his sixth year at Hogwarts and he is plagued
with nightmares. The odd thing is that Harry doesn't remember or
didn't experience the memories. What's going on?
Ch.6 (Forgive Me)
'Forgive me' All night this had looped through Draco's head. He still couldn't figure out why he had helped Harry or cared how he acted towards Mudblood or Weasel. "I don't know what has gotten into me?" He asked the darkness and to his surprise, he got an answer.
"Talking to yourself, Malfoy?" Draco whipped his head around to face only an empty common room and space filled with darkness.
"Who's there? Afraid to come out?" Draco snarled yet still no one complied.
"Can't be afraid of little old me, can you, Coward?'' The voice taunted him once more.
"Who you callin' a coward? I won't fall for this, show yourself. Blaise I know it's you!" He smirked to himself and prided in being so smart.
"I'm sorry, that is incorrect you filthy little cockroach. Don't bother smirking, cause you aren't really smart. You're just used to people being afraid of you and giving you what you want. I won't be so easy, Draco." The voice had no feeling and made the room go cold when it uttered Draco's name.
Draco shook off the insult but it didn't escape him. "You hide behind words yet you refuse to show yourself."
"Forgive me" The voice echoed back at Draco. "Forgive Me, what are you, a little girl?"
"Quit It" Draco was now pissed off at the unknown.
Elsewhere,
'Chocolate Frog' Hermione whispered to the statue leading to Dumbledore's office. The staircase winded around and they made their way to the top to find a snoozing headmaster.
"Professor" Hermione said as the headmaster raised his head from the desk. "I know its late but can we talk to you about Harry?"
"Yes, come on in Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley." He motioned for them to come forward.
"I assume you are worried about Harry's behavior lately." The two nodded and Hermione began to elaborate.
"Yes, but that's not all. Harry hasn't changed just in personality but also in his physical characteristics. Ron and I did some research and discovered something of grave importance. Inside Harry lies the magic of a thousand years." She paused and Dumbledore stepped in.
"That is a mighty suggestion Miss Granger. What proof has brought you to this conclusion?"
"Well, it may not seem like much but it was his eyes. In the last thousand years only two wizards held enough power to change their appearance. They were also the only ones that had enough power that could potentially change them into a reflection of themselves and their worst nightmares. Merlin and You-Know-Who.( In all the years she had known Harry, she still could not utter Voldemort's name). Both of them were adults and tried to heed the power they aquired. One was corrupted because of his heart's intentions and the other resisted that which was bad." Ron looked sick as Hermione spoke and both of them were choking back tears. They were so worried. But they would do what they have to. "Although Harry has been through more than anyone I know and has defeated evil countless times, he is still a teenager. I want to believe in Harry but lately my faith is faltering."
"I understand your concerns and I have heard of his behavior changes from Professor Snape and Hagrid has picked up on it."
"I am such a bad friend to not believe in him." Hermione was in full blown tears now. Ron took a step towards her, reached out his arms and wrapped them around her.
no money......dirt poor.....don't sue.
Summary: Harry is in his sixth year at Hogwarts and he is plagued
with nightmares. The odd thing is that Harry doesn't remember or
didn't experience the memories. What's going on?
Ch.6 (Forgive Me)
'Forgive me' All night this had looped through Draco's head. He still couldn't figure out why he had helped Harry or cared how he acted towards Mudblood or Weasel. "I don't know what has gotten into me?" He asked the darkness and to his surprise, he got an answer.
"Talking to yourself, Malfoy?" Draco whipped his head around to face only an empty common room and space filled with darkness.
"Who's there? Afraid to come out?" Draco snarled yet still no one complied.
"Can't be afraid of little old me, can you, Coward?'' The voice taunted him once more.
"Who you callin' a coward? I won't fall for this, show yourself. Blaise I know it's you!" He smirked to himself and prided in being so smart.
"I'm sorry, that is incorrect you filthy little cockroach. Don't bother smirking, cause you aren't really smart. You're just used to people being afraid of you and giving you what you want. I won't be so easy, Draco." The voice had no feeling and made the room go cold when it uttered Draco's name.
Draco shook off the insult but it didn't escape him. "You hide behind words yet you refuse to show yourself."
"Forgive me" The voice echoed back at Draco. "Forgive Me, what are you, a little girl?"
"Quit It" Draco was now pissed off at the unknown.
Elsewhere,
'Chocolate Frog' Hermione whispered to the statue leading to Dumbledore's office. The staircase winded around and they made their way to the top to find a snoozing headmaster.
"Professor" Hermione said as the headmaster raised his head from the desk. "I know its late but can we talk to you about Harry?"
"Yes, come on in Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley." He motioned for them to come forward.
"I assume you are worried about Harry's behavior lately." The two nodded and Hermione began to elaborate.
"Yes, but that's not all. Harry hasn't changed just in personality but also in his physical characteristics. Ron and I did some research and discovered something of grave importance. Inside Harry lies the magic of a thousand years." She paused and Dumbledore stepped in.
"That is a mighty suggestion Miss Granger. What proof has brought you to this conclusion?"
"Well, it may not seem like much but it was his eyes. In the last thousand years only two wizards held enough power to change their appearance. They were also the only ones that had enough power that could potentially change them into a reflection of themselves and their worst nightmares. Merlin and You-Know-Who.( In all the years she had known Harry, she still could not utter Voldemort's name). Both of them were adults and tried to heed the power they aquired. One was corrupted because of his heart's intentions and the other resisted that which was bad." Ron looked sick as Hermione spoke and both of them were choking back tears. They were so worried. But they would do what they have to. "Although Harry has been through more than anyone I know and has defeated evil countless times, he is still a teenager. I want to believe in Harry but lately my faith is faltering."
"I understand your concerns and I have heard of his behavior changes from Professor Snape and Hagrid has picked up on it."
"I am such a bad friend to not believe in him." Hermione was in full blown tears now. Ron took a step towards her, reached out his arms and wrapped them around her.
"No, don't even think that." He whispered gently in her ear. Ron couldn't stand to see her unhappy and he just cradled her in his arms, against his chest, and continued listening to Dumbledore talk about what he was gonna do.