Wormtail A Traitor

Harry woke up at noon the next day to the sound of something falling down in the common room. 'What the? Is Dumbledore coming to wake me up or is it just one of the house elfs cleaning?' He heard heartbeat down in the common room. He also heard breathing. 'Heartbeat!? Breathing!? It's probably my imaginations.' None the less he got up and changed into fresh clothes. He felt stronger, though at the same time helt felt as if he was just as he had always been. He knew he could punch through a brick wall without a scratch. 'Am I insane? I wouldn't have a whole bone left in my hand.' Even so he knew he could do it. Then everything came rushing back to him. All the knowlege of his and Gabriels lives. He found he could remember every single detail, even better than before. He knew peoples smells, way of moving and tone of voice. He found himself laying on the floor. He got up and went down to see who it was that had awoken him. As he reached the common room he found Dobby on his way to pick up a book which had fallen down to the floor.

"Hi Dobby." Harry said, "How're you doing?"

"Hello, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby is doing fine. Are you feeling well, Harry Potter, sir? You look a little pale." Dobby said,

"I'm fine, Dobby. Really I am." he said as Dobby didn't seem to believe him.

"Dobby has to go now, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby has a lot more to do. Bye, Harry Potter, sir."

"Bye, Dobby." Harry said as Dobby wanished with a soft pop. 'Pale?' Harry walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall in the common room. What he saw surprised him. Somehow his scar had vanished, though he could still sense Voldemort, and sure he was a little pale. But it was nothing of importance. What did matter was that he looked stronger, wasn't skinny anymore. He looked down on his hands and saw that they were longer. He was glad that he hadn't grown claws. That would be hard to ignore. He didn't like that he felt every emotion twice as much as usual. Before he was feeling nothing that is. Harry shut his emotions down and went to the kitchens to get some food.

Dumbledore woke up with a start. It took him a few seconds to realise what had woken him. 'What is he doing up this time a day?' he thought as he looked through the window. He got up and got dressed. He then wrote on a piece of parchment;

He has awoken now. Come when you feel you can manage.

He then walked up to the owlry and sent it to Remus with an brown eagle-owl. 'Now it would do to have a mug of hot chocolate.' He walked down to the kitchens, humming on a song he did not remember the text to but had always liked.

As Harry turned to leave the kitchen, insuring the house elfs that he had had enough, he came face-to-face with none other than Albus Dumbledore. 'And I who hoped my day would go on nicely till atleast lunch.' He waited for the old wizard to say something. But he didn't.

"Good morning, proffessor."

"Ah, good morning, Harry. Have you eaten already?"

"Yes."

"I trust it tasted all right." Dumbledore didn't wait for an answere as he continued, "Where's your scar?"

"Gone. I don't know how, though the conection to Voldemort is still there. You needn't worry." Harry said cooly.

"Yes. That's good. Very good." Dumbledore said, more to himself than to Harry.

"See you later then, proffessor." Harry said as he walked out of the kitchen. The last thing he heard before the painting closed was, "A mug of hot chocolate, please." Harry walked of to the library hoping Dumbledore wouldn't come and disturb him to soon.

Remus woke up to an owl landing on his stomarch. "A bit early for post isn't it?" he asked the owl as he looked out the window. "I sure hope it's important." he mumbled as he took the piece of parchment of the owl's leg. The owl hooted before taking of through the open window. "I shouldn't be sleeping with an open window. Merlin knows what will wake me up next time." he read the piece of parchment once, then looked out through the window, then read it again and raised his eye brows. "Why's he up at this hour of day? Both Lily and James would be shocked if they knew he were up this time a day." He went to the fireplace and picked up some floopowder and flooed in to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore just closed the doors as green flames erupted in the fireplace. Remus stumbled out.

"Well, good morning, Remus. Had a good night sleep I hope." He said as he helped Remus up with his free arm, the other one still holding the mug of hot chocolate.

"I had till that damn owl woke me up." Remus mumbled to himself, hoping Dumbledore hadn't heard. "What's he doing up at this hour a day?" He said louder as he swept some of the soot of his robes, which he had slept in.

"I have no idea. I met him in the kitchen though. He had eaten by the time I entered." He sipped the hot chocolate.

"What is he doing now? Where is he?"

"My guess would be the library. Though I would have to warn you. He doesn't seem to want any company right now." Remus stopped just before he reached the door knob with his right hand. He turned and looked at Dumbledore.

"And he is looking quite different."

"What do you meen?" Remus asked.

"Well, firstly he....." Dumbledore told Remus everything he had seen and heard. "..... One more thing though."

"What?" Remus was now sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. Looking almost as white as Gabriel.

"He wasn't wearing any glasses." Dumbledore said from behind his desk, putting down the now empty mug he had been holding the whole time.

"I have got to see him right now. He might be seriously ill for all we know. He could be turning in to a vimpire!" With that Remus stormed out of Dumbledore's office leaving a thoughtfull Dumbledore to his thoughts.

Harry had enjoyed a peopleless half an hour reading a book on vampires. Old, smart vampires to be exact. Not those weak vampires that you usually see. He had read about Diablo and some of his minons, and how they had destroyed a whole town in a matter of minutes. He was just reading about a female vampire, equal to Diablo in strenght, who lured men, women and children to come with her in to the night. She was the only know vampire to walk in sunlight, as she had been known to lure men out in the forest. Only few of those who she lured had been seen. And they had been acting strange, as if they didn't know their family, before killing them. The only thing he had read about her was that of luring men, women and children out in the night. The rest he had got from Gabriel's memories, as he had set some on his minons to spy on her. Few survived long enough to report back to Gabriel. She used to torture them, sending Gabriel different bodyparts of the spies, in which she had written some messages. For example, "Thank you, Diablo, for sending me such wonderful toy's. Your beloved, Angelic."

"I'd sure like to meet her some day." He murmured, as he heard heartbeat and breathing. 'Whose worried now?' He thought as he closed the book and put it back in the book shelf. He then caught the scent of Remus. 'Bugger.' He walked to the Transfiguration section, looking for something on animagi. Just as he picked a book, Animagi: An advanced art, Remus stopped in the end of the row staring at Harry as if he hadn't seen him before.

"You wanted anything special. Or you only came to stare at me." Harry said with the same voice as he had used when Remus first entered Harry's room the day before.

"No, I- I. Dumbledore told me that you had changed." Remus said nervously. "That you were pale, and that you had dropped your glasses." Harry let out a laugh.

"Well I'm fine. Really, I am. I was just thinking that I might as well read up on animagi. Might even try it later."

"Animagi? Yes. I suppose I could help you. If you need it, that is." Remus said, looking as if he didn't know how to act. Which he actually didn't.

"I will come to you first if I need any help. If I can reach you." He watched as Remus tried to compose himself. 'This change really is for the better if it set Remus of guard like this. Though he probably thinks that Gabriel has turned me. Then he will be a problem. Big problem.' Harry walked past Remus, sitting down by the table six feet away. He opened the book and started reading. After a few minutes Remus sat down beside him watching. When Harry had read the first chapter Remus took the chance to speak.

"I could pursuade Dumbledore to let Hermione and Ron to come visit if you want."

"I'll see them soon enough." Was Harry's reply.

"But it's one and a half week left to September the first. Don't you want to meet them before that?"

"Could we go buy my stuff today? I want to see if the defence against the dark arts book will be any good this year."

"I suppose we could go after lunch." Remus said slowly.

"No I was thinking more like after you've had your breakfast and put on some clean clothes. And maby you should take a bath before we go."

Two hours later Remus walked to the library to get Harry. 'I hope he's still there.' As he entered the library he found Harry reading a book on werewolves. He stood behind Harry for a few moments before clearing his throat.

"I'm coming, Remus." Harry murmured, "Just let me finish this chapter, will you?" Remus sat down beside Harry watching as Harry completed the chapter.

"Why're you reading up on werewolves?" Remus asked. Harry looked in to his eyes before answering.

"I was just qurious as to know if there were any records of vampires being lycan's." Remus then noticed the title of the book, Famous and infamous werewolves through time.

"I don't think vampires are affected by werewolf bites as humans are." Remus watched as Harry enquired a thoughtful expression.

"Maby." Harry murmured. "You've eaten? Then lets get my books, and I'm running low on some of my potion ingrediences."

"You're taking potions? Which other subjects are you taking?"

"Defence against the dark arts, Charms, Transfigurations and that's it. We should probably go to Diagon Alley now. I'd like to be back to lunch."

"Of course Harry." Remus said as they walked up to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk as there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." He smiled as Remus and Harry entered.

"Albus, we're going to Diagon Alley to buy Harry's stuff. And we were wondering whether we could use your fireplace to floo over to The Leaky Couldron."

"Of course. Please be my guest, lemon drop?" He said as he took one.

"No thanks, Albus."

"No, sir." There was a short silence,

"Then go ahead, use my fireplace. When are you coming back?" Dumbledore looked through his half-moon glasses.

"I don't know. Most likely before lunch." Remus said as Harry flooed to the leaky couldron.

There were a few people in the Leaky Cauldron as Harry walked out from the fireplace graciously with a blank expression. He watched in inner triumph as those people turned to their drinks. He stepped out of the way as Remus stumbled out from the fire. As Remus brushed of the soot on his shoulders while smiling and saying hello to those who looked at him. Harry walked graciously to the back yard were a brick wall were ending the way. He waited for Remus to come out before taking out his wand and tapping a brick with the tip. The wall moved till there was an opening, big enough for a half-giant to come through.

As he walked through he pocked the wand, in his inner left chest pocket, and looked around slowly before walking straight to Flourish and Blotts to get his books. There were not a soul out in Diagon Alley so Harry didn't bother to wait for Remus to catch up. As he entered a bell rang behind him. He walked to the DADA area and started looking through some of the titles there as the bell rang again.

"Good morning." Remus said breathlessly.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" a female voice said seducially. Remus didn't seem to be able to speak so Harry desided to make himself known. He walked out of the row of shelves filled with DADA books and was surprised at how young she was. 'She can't be a day older than twenty.' She was rather tall to be a girl, she had an innocent look with fair, long hair, light-blue eyes which held a sparkle in them. Her body was perfectly formed and she moved so that it was hard to hold eye contact, wanting to look further down. She wore trousers and a t-shirt that made it impossible not to notice her body.

"Good morning." Harry said with a smile at the girl, there is something familiar about her.

"Well, good morning." she said, checking him out. "You need any help?" She settled on looking in to his eyes. "I'm Tracy by the way." she said, smiling even wider.

"Harry. And I would need these books." Harry said as he gave her a note. She took the note and read out loud:

"Potions for the advanced by Miranda Hitchwood, How to defend yourself against the darkness by Damion Woolrod, How to charm your world by Gibrey Hampter and Transfigure to the bones? Great books. But quite boring. You sure you don't want anything else?"

"Those are the books I need for my studies at Hogwarts. But I could use something on the dark arts and something more about the defence." he said as he held the eye contact. She looked disbelieving.

"You're a seventh year?" she said with the same expression as before.

"Sixth. And if you don't mind me asking. Have we met before, I recognise something about you. Not sure what though."

"Sixth year." she said with blank expression. "I don't think we've met. I would have remembered."

"The books?" Harry said. Tracy looked down to the note then to Harry and set of for the bookshelfs.

"Remus could you give me a hand here? The boy here would want to leave today. And he wont if I have to find these on my own." Remus started and then walked past Harry to help Tracy. Harry followed and stopped to lean on a shelf.

"You know each other?" Tracy looked down at Harry a few seconds before answering.

"Yes. Why?"

"I'm just qurious. When did you first meet?"

"You're really nosy. You know that?" She said smiling, as Harry only shrugged his shoulders. "It would be about twenty years ago. We met at Hogwarts the first time. Remus and his friends were a grade above me." There was a silence as Harry's mouth was wide open and Remus and Tracy looked at him, Remus with satisfaction and Tracy with blank a blank expression.

"What?" Remus and Tracy said together. At that Harry closed his mouth and his shocked expression was replaced by a suspicous.

"You're lying. You can't be more than twenty-five." Harry said blankly, making Tracy giggle a little.

"Isn't he cute Moony. He thinks I'm twenty-five."

"I would have guessed guessed twenty." Harry said, making Tracy giggle even more. "When did you really meet, Remus?"

"You know him Moony? How come you havn't showed him to me before?" Tracy said indignatly.

"Bacause. The second time I met him he was in third year at Hogwarts while I was his teacher."

"And first time?" Tracy asked as she gave Remus two books from the Defence section to hold. She stood at Harrys side now looking at Remus.

"Was when he was an infant." Remus said slowly. Tracy just stared at Remus, then Harry, then back to Remus.

"Infant!? Then you didn't lie about your age. I thought you was playing me around." She said as she turned back to Harry.

"Why would I lie about that? Girls lie about their age. Or those who think they can achieve something by being older." Harry said in the same emotionless voice and expression as the day before.

"Harry what?"

"What's your surename?"

"What?"

"So I know if I should lie about it or not." Harry said as Tracy glared at him.

"Pettigrew." She said slowly. 'She didn't lie. She is a relative to Wormtail.'

"So you're a related to Peter." Harry said coldly as he tried to keep his emotions under control. "The traitor." Tracy was chocked.

"Peter wouldn't betray anyone. Tell him Remus."

"Wormtail gave away my parents to Voldemort." Harry sneered as Tracy flinched at the name.

"We should probably buy the books and go now Harry." Remus hurried to say before Tracy could say anything else. Harry waited at the counter as Tracy and Remus got the books. Five minutes later, Harry had purchased his school books and one on dark art and another the defense, Dark arts for dark wizards by Tomas Riddle, How to defend yourself from the dark arts by Retar Winch. As Harry stepped outside, leaving Remus to talk some more with Tracy, he came face to face with Hermione and Ron.

"What's the matter? Havn't you ever seen a couple before?" Ron said acidly. Harry sneered.

A/N: Ron didn't recognise Harry. What will he say to him? Might be, a big fight comes up in the next chapter. Who knows?