A/N: Hey everyone. It's my birthday, so I thought that I'd give you all a present and update. I hope that everyone enjoyed the fifth book. I would just like to say without spoiling it for those who have yet to read that the part that upset everyone at the end will not happen in this story. Clear as mud? Good. Enjoy the story.
Harry Potter and theProphecy of the Phoenix – Chapter 12
Harry was exhausted, his body unable to handle any more after the events of the night, but the last thing that he wanted to do was fall asleep. It was quite probable that there would be no more visions of Voldemort that night, but there was always the possibility. If nothing else, his subconscious would surely not allow his to rest.
Dumbledore had left only a few moments before, requesting that Harry try to rest but conceding when Harry absolutely refused any more Dreamless Sleep potion.
Somehow, Dumbledore sharing the tragic event had made it easier to talk about with the elder wizard, who openly voiced the same feeling of helplessness as Harry had experienced.
For once, he had not felt utterly alone.
It was actually Harry that ended the conversation, stating that he was tired, and so Dumbledore had left wanting desperately to give him a peaceful rest but being unable to help him.
He had actually fallen into the state between awareness and slumber when the phoenix song sounded in his mind as a summons.
A soft groan escaped him. All he wanted was to be left alone. Pulling his blankets tighter around him, he decided to skip the meeting, just for tonight. Besides, the animagus transformation definitely counted as performing magic, and he had promised that he would not perform any magic until the beginning of the term.
The song grew louder and the pull became stronger such that Harry found he could not simply ignore it.
Stuffing a couple extra pillows beneath his blankets, a trick he had learned from snippets he had seen of some of Dudley's television programs, he crept silently out of the Hospital wing.
It was only after he had stepped outside and made sure that the coast was clear that he worried whether or not he would be able complete the transformation.
Thankfully, the transition came, though not without a bit of a struggle at the final stages, and he soared to the Phoenix Chamber.
Dumbledore nodded in a greeting as Harry took his normal perch, and Harry noticed that he looked slightly relieved. All the members were gathered, looking very sleepy and a bit disgruntled, with the exception of the two Marauders who had yet to return from whatever errand they were finishing. As the headmaster began to speak, Harry realized with a start that Dumbledore had waited for his arrival to begin the meeting.
"I deeply apologize for calling you from your beds with no prior warning and at such a wee hour for the second time this week. However, there is something that you need to know, and time is of the essence. Only a couple evenings ago, we met urgently to discuss the ramifications of the dementors once again falling as Voldemort's allies. This evening, what we have feared for so long has come to pass."
If Harry had been in human form, he would have raised his eyebrows in surprise, realizing that he had already missed a meeting. In order not to hear the call, as persistent as it had been that evening, he must have been deeply unconscious, and his missed meeting must have been the reason that Dumbledore was relieved at his presence that night.
"How bad is it, Albus?" McGonagall spoke with anxiety plain on her features.
"Quite bad, I'm afraid. He went down an entire street of muggle homes, using the killing curse on the adults and burning the children to death."
The guilt and helplessness was so raw from his headmaster that Harry almost let out the phoenix equivalent of a whimper, and he saw Fawkes even fidget a bit in discomfort before the bird descended onto the elder wizard's shoulder.
A few golden tones vibrated into the air, seeming to seep into the body itself like an internal blanket bringing both comfort and warmth.
Dumbledore stroked Fawkes's plumage tenderly, muttering a soft, "Thank you, my friend."
It was McGonagall who resumed the conversation. "At least Harry took the Dreamless Sleep potion tonight. Merlin knows that the poor boy didn't need to see that."
Sad eyes met hers as he spoke softly, "I'm afraid, Minerva, that the potion was not all too effective."
Her face paled in horror, and her lips tightened into a thin line.
"Headmaster, I swear there was nothing wrong with the potion." Snape objected vehemently, seeming affronted that the potion could be to blame for Harry's nightmare.
"I never suggested there was, Severus." Dumbledore spoke calmly. "If in fact Harry's nightmares were regular dreams, I'm sure that the potion would have worked splendidly."
Dumbledore paused to close his eyes for a moment and kneaded his forehead with his fingers, and Harry noted sharply that the apparent ache was analogous to where Harry's scar would have been on his own forehead.
Though for some reason his animagus form tended to reduce the effects of his scar, it was still evidenced as a tuft of black feathers on an otherwise scarlet body, and tonight's episode had left a residual ache in his scar that he could feel even in his phoenix form.
A brief moment of panic hit him, wondering if Dumbledore could tell that he was there, as they still seemed to be connected.
Harry, stay calm. Fawkes warned.
Dumbledore paused in his kneading and frowned slightly, glancing quickly around the room before dismissing the feeling.
"Albus, are you all right?"
All eyes were on him, looking a bit anxious, but McGonagall was the only one to put a voice to the concern.
"I'm fine."
"But why would the Dark Lord go and commit those murders himself? He had to know that he was setting off the magic detectors, and sending his Death Eaters in as a group would have been more efficient."
This comment came from Charlie Weasley, whose mother sent him a pointed look when he criticized the efficiency of the mass murders.
Dumbledore met his eyes and though his voice was calm, the words were spoken with such ferocity that they were almost frightening. "For one reason only. It was fun. He enjoyed every second of it. It was nothing more than a game. He wanted to see how much damage he could inflict before the aurors came to stop him. He wanted to flaunt the fact that his power is building and the Minister of Magic still refuses to admit that he's back."
Moody's magical eye looked over Dumbledore over more closely and then asked suspiciously, "Young Harry told you all of this?"
Dumbledore took in a slightly larger breath to compose himself. "No, I witnessed the events as well."
The room exploded for a minute but calmed immediately when Dumbledore called for silence.
"It is not my place to tell you how I was able to see Harry's dream, and that's not the important issue right now. Voldemort has struck a hard blow, and we're going to have to take a more active role in the resistance. This means both more active recruitment and combat. I'm afraid that this also means more risk. I was hoping that Cornelius would have seen the light by now, but we can afford the wait for him to recognize Voldemort's return no longer. You all know what you are to do now. Please be careful and report back often. We shall meet again at the normal time barring any other emergencies."
The room cleared solemnly, despite the buzz of speculation of Dumbledore's involvement in Harry's nightmare that hummed through the air.
McGonagall, however, refused to leave and instead placed the back of her hand to Albus's forehead.
"I'm fine, Minerva." He repeated tiredly.
"You have a fever, Albus, and you don't look well. You should see Madam Pomfrey."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Remind me to tell you sometime how much you have in common with our young Mr. Potter."
"You can tell me as soon as we take a quick trip to the Hospital Wing."
Harry flew away quickly as McGonagall helped the headmaster out of his chair, telling her feebly that there was work to be done. He had to beat them back to the Hospital wing, and he fervently hoped that Madam Pomfrey had not noticed his absence.
The pillows were put away, and he just made it back safely into his bed when the pair entered the Hospital wing.
"Wait here while I fetch Madam Pomfrey."
Even Albus Dumbledore was not brave enough to disobey her command when she used that tone.
McGonagall and the mediwitch returned in short order, the latter clucking disapprovingly at her newest patient as she scanned him with her wand.
"I told you to rest earlier, headmaster. See what happens when you run yourself too hard? I'll be right back."
"Minerva, will you go check on Harry please?"
From the weariness his voice, it sounded as if the fatigue or the fever was finally getting to him.
"Of course."
She approached Harry's bed, which was across the room, preparing to simply turn around and tell Dumbledore that he was fine and that he was sleeping.
Instead, she was quite surprised to hear Harry ask softly, "Is he okay?"
"He's going to be just fine. Why are you still awake, Harry?"
"Couldn't sleep." He mumbled truthfully.
He jumped a little as the back of her cool hand pressed against his own forehead.
"Poppy, we're going to need some Fever Reducing potion over here too." McGonagall called out.
Pomfrey hurried out, handed the headmaster a tray of no less than four goblets with the instructions to drink them all immediately, and rushed over to Harry's bedside.
"What in the world happened? You should be asleep."
"He had a dream, Poppy."
She whirled around angrily at Dumbledore, "What are you doing out of bed, and why was I not informed immediately about his dream."
When Dumbledore could not find an adequate response, she whirled back to face Harry, but this time she spoke mock-threateningly at Harry.
"And you, young man, have just earned yourself at least another day in this bed, so don't even ask me if you can leave tomorrow. Now drink these."
She handed him a goblet with a potion that he now recognized as being the Fever Reducing potion and drank it obligingly. The second goblet she handed him contained another dose of the Dreamless Sleep potion.
"I-I don't want this." Harry protested, trying to hand her the goblet back. "It didn't help the last time."
It was McGonagall who replied in a mothering tone, "It's all right, Harry. It's almost dawn, and I doubt that the Dark Lord will do anything more tonight. This will allow you to take a break from your own mind for a while."
Harry stared at the goblet, sorely tempted by the promise of rest in her words, and, finally, the temptation became too strong. He had only drained half of the contents when he found that his body was relaxing into sleep and that the goblet was slipping from his hands.
The goblet was taken carefully from him, and he felt himself being gently helped into a supine position with the covers being comfortably tucked in around him.
For one perfect moment, he could remember his mother tucking him in inside his crib and could hear the soft lullaby she used to hum to help him fall asleep.
Harry felt something warm and wet slide somewhat roughly across his cheek repetitively. His face scrunched up in protest instinctually as he was not prepared to be aroused from his warm and peaceful cocoon of slumber.
"Knock it off, Padfoot. It's disgusting. Besides, you really should let Harry sleep. Didn't you just hear what Madam Pomfrey told us?"
Harry wondered if for some reason the potion had malfunctioned again, and he was dreaming. No longer did he want to stubbornly hold onto slumber, but the potion still had enough potency in his body that he could not break away from it.
Sirius must have returned to his human form because Harry could hear actual words and not whimpers, whines, or other such dog noises.
"You're such a spoilsport."
"And when Madam Pomfrey comes over here to kill you for waking him up, I'm not going to even try and save you."
There was a teasing innocence in Sirius's tone, "Aww, come on, Moony. What would you do without me?"
Smiling to himself, Harry relaxed back into his slumber and allowed to voices to fall into the background.
He came to awareness slowly, noticing that the blankets were pulled a little too tightly at his feet. Flexing them experimentally, they encountered a warm mass at the end of his bed.
The mass emitted an excited yelp and jumped down from the bed.
"Harry, are you awake?"
Harry's eyes opened, and a blurry form slipped his glasses onto his face.
"Sirius?"
Apparently, it had not been a dream after all.
"I was beginning to think that you were going to sleep forever. Feeling better?"
"Yes." His eyes widened, and all vestiges of sleep fell away from him to be replaced by panic, causing him to sit up in alarm. "What are you doing in human form? Someone could see you."
"Easy, Harry. Most everyone has gone home for Christmas break, and Madam Pomfrey already knows. It's highly unlikely that anyone could see me that should not. Besides, Moony and I have taken certain precautions." There was definitely mischief in his features, and Harry could not help but hope that no one would need to come to the Hospital wing, for their own sakes.
"Indeed? I would assume that would be why Remus insisted that he lead the way up here?" Dumbledore shot a look of reproval at the aforementioned Marauder, but could not hide the twinkling of amusement that betrayed him in his eyes.
Lupin at least had the decency to look abashed, and Harry looked his headmaster over. Though he seemed much improved, he still carried the look of someone who had been recently ill
His introspection was interrupted by the appearance of Madam Pomfrey at his bedside with the all too familiar Strengthening Potion.
Harry took it wordlessly while Madam Pomfrey cast the incantation on him.
"How's he doing, Poppy?" Dumbledore's gaze skimmed over Harry critically as he spoke.
"He's healing rather nicely. If you'll excuse me." The response was curt, and she stalked off almost huffily.
Unperturbed, Dumbledore quirked a smile, "I don't believe she's quite forgiven me for leaving her care this morning."
"How do you feel, sir?" Harry questioned, knowing from experiences that appearances could be deceiving.
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Now, what did I say about worrying over my health? Besides, Professor McGonagall has been hovering around me all day. If I so much as sneeze, she's going to be hauling me back in here."
Lupin gasped, his eyes moving wildly between his former headmaster and former pupil. "Sweet Merlin, Albus. How did it happen?"
"Ah, I was wondering if you'd be able to see it. Can you perhaps be able to distinguish the relative strength of the connection? It should have severed immediately, but it seems to be clinging."
Still looking slightly flustered, Lupin responded, "It looks like it's about to break, but it must have been stronger earlier for the two of you to share an illness."
Sirius had been trying to be patient, to give them time to explain what they were talking about, but he found that it was impossible for him to wait any longer. Patience was not one of his strong points. "What's going on? What connection are you talking about?"
Dumbledore looked over at Harry, silently seeking permission before continuing, "Yesterday while Harry and I were having a discussion, our minds connected accidentally. We've had a gradually fading link ever since, and the results have been most interesting."
Lupin's eyes widened further. "Accidentally? Forming that kind of connection is one if the most complicated spells known to exist. How could it happen accidentally, especially with Harry suffering from magical exhaustion?"
"Those are very good questions. I wish that I could answer them for you. I myself would very much like to know the answers."
Sirius turned an anxious eye to his godson, vowing that they would have a discussion later about the correct usage of the words, "I'm fine." Right now, the only words that would wrap around his tongue were, "What do you mean by 'interesting results?'"
Dumbledore nodded his head in Harry's direction, feeling that Harry should be the one to choose what he did and did not want to divulge.
Strangely, after wanting to talk to them both for so long, Harry found himself grappling for words, struggling to describe what he had seen in his dream. He did not and would not mention the actual catalyst of the events, Petunia's dying words to him. It was not a wound that he was willing to address at the moment.
Sirius and Lupin's faces had turned pale upon hearing the details, and Sirius felt incredibly useless. He was supposed to protect Harry, but there was nothing that he could do to protect his godson from his visions, no matter how much he wanted to.
Without warning, the vaguely annoying simmering level of pain that had become normal for his scar flared into a burning and then a cutting agony.
Harry brought the heel of his hand to his forehead with a hiss of pain.
"Harry!" Sirius exclaimed at the same time Lupin called out, "Albus!" in alarm.
No! Harry thought, seeing Dumbledore react and not wanting to subject the elder wizard to anything more. He felt the bond snap with such force that it seemed almost audible and then slip away.
Dumbledore staggered, feeling a touch disoriented at the sudden disappearance of both the pain and the bond.
The last thing Harry saw in the Hospital wing was Lupin rushing to steady Dumbledore, and the last thing he heard was Sirius demanding to know if he was all right.
The first thing that Harry realized was that Voldemort was very angry, his red eyes blazing unmercifully.
"Would you care to repeat that, Wormtail?" He hissed venomously.
Wormtail fidgeted and meekly responded, "The g-giants have re-refused your of-offer to j-join with y-you, My Lord."
Voldemort's fingers tapped impatiently against his wand. "And why would that be, Avery?"
Harry saw the second form stiffen in fear, "Because they've already pledged an alliance with Albus Dumbledore."
Voldemort now stood, and Harry could feel the intensity of the Dark Lord's rage in the throbbing of his scar.
"WHAT!"
"Apparently he sent an envoy of two half-giants to the colonies last summer." Avery was now trembling.
"And why would the giants choose to give their alliance to that old fool?" His eyes were pinned on Wormtail, who looked as if he would rather die than answer the question.
With a quiet whimper, the Potters' betrayer spoke, "It was because of your defeat at the hands of the Potter boy."
It was the wrong thing to say and perhaps the worst thing to say. The red, serpent eyes narrowed cruelly, and Wormtail was screaming under the punishment of the Cruciatus curse.
"I was not defeated by the Potter boy. I was merely delayed for a time, and that was because of sheer luck."
He ended the curse, and Harry took in a shaky breath at the slight relief of some of the pressure in his scar.
Wormtail stood, extremities still shaking with muscle spasms.
"The two of you have failed me."
Both began to grovel with apologies, but the apologies soon turned to screams of pain as Voldemort once again utilized the Cruciatus.
Upon releasing the curse, Voldemort warned, "Do not fail me again," and then left the two gasping for air as they recovered.
Harry blinked, finding that his hand was still pressed against his scar, which was now throbbing noticeably but more dully.
"Harry?"
Sirius's voice sounded nothing less than panicked, and Harry responded without looking up.
"The giants refused to join Voldemort's alliance. He was not pleased."
Sirius felt an almost-painful tightening in his chest. His question was meant to inquire about his godson's health, but Harry had quickly bypassed thoughts of his own well being in order to relay the information he believed to be more important.
Harry removed his hand from his scar to find three sets of eyes watching him worriedly, and this time it was Dumbledore who placed the back of his hand to Harry's forehead.
"Remus, will you go fetch Madam Pomfrey and ask her to bring another dose of Fever Reducing potion."
Lupin nodded and left at once.
Dumbledore looked Harry directly in the eyes and spoke softly but seriously, "While I appreciate what you did, I want you to remember the conversation we had the other day about playing the hero. You don't have to protect me, Harry. I may be old, but I'm not decrepit."
Lupin and a frazzled Madam Pomfrey returned. Checking to confirm the presence of a fever, she wordlessly handed Harry a goblet.
"Thank you." He mumbled, handing the goblet back.
Madam Pomfrey nodded in acknowledgement and then replied with the words, "Try to rest. I don't want to have to give you another dose of the Dreamless Sleep potion so soon, but if you need it, call for me."
After shooting Dumbledore a look of warning, she was gone again.
An impish smile crossed Dumbledore's face. "Well, if you will excuse me, there is some business that I need to take care of. Besides, I believe that Professor McGonagall will be quite beside herself searching for me, and I believe that the hospital wing would be the last place that she would look."
Sirius looked at Lupin with astonishment as Dumbledore made his exit.
"You sneaked Dumbledore out from under McGonagall's nose? I'm impressed, Moony, but you do realize that she will never forgive you."
Harry grinned and interrupted the bantering before it could really begin, "I don't suppose the two of you could tell me what you've been doing and how exactly you got yourselves into that mess."
Sirius shrugged apologetically. "I'm sorry, Harry."
Harry looked at Lupin, "Then could you at least tell me how you know about the connection between Professor Dumbledore and me?"
"Harry." Sirius warned, knowing that they had already addressed this issue once before and that his friend had divulged all that he was comfortable with divulging then.
Not heeding the warning as his mind suddenly clicked on an obscure paragraph that had been in one of the books he had researched in the restricted section looking for information on magical animagi Harry blurted, "Are you a tenebramenser?"
Both men paled, and Harry knew that he had guessed correctly.
"Where in the world did you learn about that?" Lupin spoke shakily.
Seeing how distraught both of them looked, Harry became suddenly less inclined to talk about the subject and muttered something a bit incoherently about research.
Sirius was looking at him sharply, "Harry, you can't tell anyone, not even Ron or Hermione."
Harry promised, still confused at how upset they were. It was simple really. Tenebramensers had some ability to detect what curses had been used on an individual but usually only if it was a strong curse, meaning mostly dark magic such as the Unforgiveables.
Lupin looked him in the eye, "Harry, how much do you know about werewolves?"
Harry looked away, feeling his cheeks darken slightly in embarrassment as he fumbled over his words, "I've… done some independent research."
Sirius looked at him in mock horror in an attempt to lighten the mood. "More research? And when was the last time you had some fun? Pulled a prank even?"
A sly smile spread across Harry's face, as he remembered the Christmas present that he had given Ron.
Lupin sighed, "Don't encourage him, Padfoot. Now, if we could return back to an intelligent conversation." Lupin ignored Sirius as he pretended to be injured by the comment, "Have you ever come across any information regarding the benefits of being a werewolf?"
"Just that their senses tend to be keener, especially as the date of the full moon gets closer."
Lupin nodded. "That's true, but what none of the books tell you is that the magical senses are also increased."
"So you're saying," Harry reasoned, "that if you weren't a werewolf, you would not be as strong as a wizard."
"Yes, though believe me I would rather suffer the loss of some of my magical abilities if it meant ridding myself of the curse. Harry, tenebramensing is considered a Dark Art, and all tenebramensers are required to register with the Ministry of Magic. If the Ministry were to find out that I'm a tenebramenser on top of being a werewolf…"
Now Harry understood. There was already so much persecution of being assumed to be a dangerous creature and a dark wizard that Lupin had to deal with because of his lycanthropy. The added so-called dark ability, strengthened by the curse of the wolf, would make living his life even more unbearable.
"It's all right, Remus. I won't tell anyone."
"Now that we have that settled, I have a couple of things to discuss with you young man. First of all, how in the world did you find out about my birth name?" The stern face that he had adopted turned into one of exasperation.
Lupin burst out laughing. "Oh, Harry. You should have seen him when he read your note. He couldn't stop ranting for a good thirty minutes."
Sirius shot Lupin a death glare.
Harry was smiling so broadly that he thought his face would split. It turned out that he had found the perfect way to keep his promise to Dumbledore.
"I got Hermione a book for Christmas, Hogwarts: A Revising History. One of the special features was a listing of every graduating class. Your name was listed as Archimedes with Sirius put in parenthesis."
Sirius groaned, bemoaning the fact that since he was a fugitive, he could not even write to the publisher and complain.
Lupin was still chuckling, "I believe that you had something else to tell Harry."
This time, Sirius addressed Harry with a smile and eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh yes. There's the simple matter of your Christmas present. Of course, since you're not allowed to do magic, we'll have to wait, but we've cleared it with Dumbledore. He thought that it was a marvelous idea."
Sirius was so excited that he was literally fidgeting, and the excitement was contagious.
Harry could not help but ask, "What does he think is a good idea?"
Sirius's smile grew wider. "Moony and I are going to teach you to be an animagus."
Harry forced the smile to remain on his face, but he was certain that somewhere the gods of fate were having a hearty laugh at his expense.
A/N: Aren't you guys proud? Not only did I post in a timely manner, but I also tied up a loose end. Next chapter, more questions will be answered and new problems will emerge.
Also, I meant it when I said that you guys were great. Thanks for the encouragement to continue despite the release of the fifth book. Now for the individual responses:
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Chava How do I come up with these things? I have a warped and overactive imagination. I'm glad that I got an emotional response out of you. I liked the first name as well. Thanks for your input.
Calen Wow, I think that's the most emotional response that I've ever gotten. If Harry just left and died it wouldn't be much of a story would it? Let's just say that he can't for some reason.
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