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Chapter 8: New Lessons/Spells
Harry raced through the halls, and threw open the great hall door. He stepped passed the door and let it swing closed on its own. Dumbledore was conversing with a man in his late thirties, and looked extremely annoyed at having to be there. They both stopped talking when Harry walked in.
"Ah, and this is Harry Potter." Dumbledore said in his usual calm voice. His eyes sparkled behind his half-moon spectacles. The man beside Dumbledore gave Harry a cool look, sizing him up.
"Yes, Professor. Draco said you wanted to see me?" Harry said, staring at the two men, as he walked towards them.
Dumbledore chuckled and said. "Yes, this is Mr. Axel Miller. He will be your new privet teacher." Harry shook Mr. Axel's stretched out hand, then looked at Dumbledore.
"What will he be teaching me?" Harry asked, suspicion rising in his mind.
~Whoa! I doubt who ever you are talking to isn't going to try and kill you.~ Draco told him in his mind.
"Shut up!" Harry mumbled. He looked up to hear Dumbledore's answer but Mr. Axel's confused mixed with anger caught Harry's attention.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked, politely. But Mr. Axel turned to Dumbledore, who held an amused look on his face.
"Do you teach your students disrespect or did he just come this way?" Mr. Axel asked sharply.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, thoroughly confused. Mr. Axel turned to him.
"Do you always tell your teachers to shut up or just your Headmaster?" He asked, angrily.
"Wait! I- Oh!" Harry said, the thought suddenly dawning on him. "I'm sorry I must have said that out loud! I was talking to Draco." Harry said as though it explained everything.
Dumbledore nodded and said. "Yes, Madam Pompfry told me about that." Mr. Axel leaned toward Dumbledore and whispered something in his ear. Dumbledore just laughed. Harry took out his wand, figuring it would take a while, and conjured a comfy chair for him to sit on. He looked up at the two adults, Dumbledore still laughing, and Mr. Axel was looking confused.
Harry, feeling tired cast a dazed look around the large empty room. Something moved in the corner closest to him and Harry stared at it. He saw the rope move and got up to go investigate. He peeked around the table in the corner and saw the rope move again. Harry picked it up, and nearly dropped it when he realized what or rather who it was.
"Neesm! What are you doing here?" Harry asked in a frantic whisper.
"Just keeping track of you." Neesm said, with a sly smile on his scaly face. Harry shook his head and started to say something.
"Harry? What are you doing?" Mr. Axel's voice floated over to him. Harry quickly dropped Neesm back on the floor and he quickly slithered away as Harry whirled around.
"Nothing." Harry said. ~I am getting so good at lying!~ Harry thought proudly and received a sarcastic snort from Draco. Harry walked back over to the adults and draped his self on the chair.
"Professor Dumbledore has informed me about your potions accident. Please excuse my anger, I jumped to conclusions." Mr. Axel said.
"Its all right." Harry told him. "So what are you teaching me again?"
"I am going to be your new teacher for Auror training." Mr. Axel hurried on, seeing the shocked look on Harry's face. "You did tell Professor McGonagall that you wanted to be an Auror, that's why your taking those classes." Harry nodded, still surprised.
~You are getting Auror training?~ Draco asked in awe.
~Yeah, I can't believe it.~ Harry answered.
"Well, you are not allowed to tell anyone of these classes." Mr. Axel continued. Harry suddenly put up his hand, and Mr. Axel stopped talking.
"Sorry, Mr. Axel. I can't do that." Harry told him.
"And why not?" Mr. Axel snapped, he obviously had no experience with teens.
"Because, Sir. You seem to have forgotten that I now share a mental link with Draco Malfoy and he can hear everything I think. In fact he already knows." Harry said, sarcasm laced lightly through his impatient tone.
Mr. Axel cringed slightly and said. "Tell him to come down here." Harry gave him a questioning look but did what the man asked. Draco arrived in the Great Hall in less then ten minutes, cutting through the thick awkward silence.
"You asked for me." Draco said, his normal sneer on his face.
Mr. Axel turned to him. "You are not to repeat what you heard Harry.er.think, or what you mind read." He said, slightly unsure.
Dumbledore stepped forward, and said. "Axel, wouldn't it be easier if Mr. Malfoy were to take the classes too? It would make it so much easier for us all." Draco's face lit up for a second before returning to his smirk, as Mr. Axel looked at him.
"Fine. I will see you guys every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, in the Defense against dark arts classroom." Mr. Axel said, his patience wearing thin.
"No can do, Mr. Axel. At least not on Wednesdays." Harry said, his eyes focusing on the corner where Neesm was hiding.
Mr. Axel's eyes flickered over to the corner as he asked. "And why not?"
Harry now focused his attention on his new teacher. "Because I am teaching the D.A. classes on Wednesdays." Harry said in a drawling voice.
~Guess even through all our fighting over the years I must have rubbed off on you.~ Draco said, with a smile on his face.
~Oh shove it you crazy loon!~ Harry snapped, though he too held a smile. Mr. Axel looked from Dumbledore to Harry and back.
"What classes?" Mr. Axel asked.
"Ah, yes. Harry has been teaching a number of students, almost like tutoring, in the defense area. How many years has this been going?" Dumbledore directed his question to Harry.
"Three years, the first year we were in hiding, the second year we could practice freely but we still held it in the room of requirement and now this year much more people want to join with Voldemort rising and all. It's going to be very busy." Harry explained to the confused man before him.
"Your a teacher and a student?" He asked slowly and completely confused.
"No, two of my friends and I started Dumbledore's Army in my fifth year, when that deranged Umbridge was working as the High Inquisitor" Harry spat the word with utmost contempt. "Did you ever hear about that?"
Mr. Axel nodded slightly. "I vaguely remember something about Dumbledore disappearing." He said, looking slowly at Dumbledore, who held a smile that told them all that he wasn't talking.
Only after a moment of silence. "All right how about Mondays and Fridays? And if you have a half day on any day I want a notice in advance so we can practice that afternoon." Mr. Axel said. Harry and Draco both agreed, and Mr. Axel turned to Dumbledore.
"Now that this is all over. I must be going. Professor Dumbledore, I must collect that," With a quick look to Harry and Draco, he said. "Thing from you." Dumbledore nodded and led Mr. Axel out of the room, with a departing smile to both Harry and Draco.
Draco turned to Harry, a smile beaming on his normally scowling face. "Cool! Auror lessons!" He exclaimed happily as he punched the air.
Harry smiled at him and said. "I wonder how Mr. Axel is going to be. I wonder what he's going to teach us."
"Who cares! We're learning with a real Auror!" Draco said as they made their way out of the Great Hall. Harry glanced around for anyone and started to go up towards the Gryffindor tower, Draco doing the same but instead he headed to the Slytherian's.
~You don't even care what we'll learn do you?~ Harry asked him in an amused tone.
~Not really, as long as I can kick some dog-servants butts!~ Draco said.
Harry chuckled. ~You know your a strange one.~
~Look at the kettle calling the pot black!~ Draco snorted. Harry laughed in his mind and told the portrait the password. He stepped through the door and headed up to the dorms. He laid on his bed and focused on his conversation with Draco.
~Ok what ever! I'm normal!~ Harry retaliated.
~Yeah. Normal, now that's a laugh!~ Draco said, and Harry felt him sit on the chair in front of the fireplace.
~So now that we've cleared that we're BOTH not normal. I wonder what we're going to learn.~ Harry wondered more to himself.
~Still thinking about that. Why don't you just wait and see what happens on Friday.~ Draco said.
Harry stood up and went down to the common room. ~I guess I will have to wait.~ He said in agreement with Draco. Harry looked around for Ron and Hermione and found them cuddling in a dark corner. ~Ah well, I guess they are busy.~ Harry said as he walked back up to the dorm. He quickly finished his homework, trying hard to ignore Draco's asking for the answers. Harry tossed his books aside and told Draco the final answer.
~You know if you did your own work yourself you might do better.~ Harry said, smiling.
~I do, do better!~ Draco retorted.
~Do-do? Like poop?~ Harry asked laughing. He looked over when the door opened, Neville walked in.
"I'm just going to practice my charms homework." He told Harry, in a downhearted voice. Harry gave him a warm smile and turned his attention back to Draco.
~No, not like poop!~ Draco snapped. Harry laughed at him, as he watched Neville try the Imperturbable Charm on the door.
~Is that Longbottom?~ Draco asked.
~Yeah, he's trying the Imperturbable charm. He's doing better but this is just not working for him.~ Harry explained.
~Well go help him, Professor Potter.~ Draco said sarcastically.
~Me? A professor? Now that's a laugh!~ Harry though and laughed out loud. Scaring the living daylights out of Neville who was in the middle of the charm. He turned around to see what Harry was laughing at and took his wand with him, forcing the charm to fly at Harry. Harry was thrown off the bed, and collided into the wall behind him. Neville watched Harry slide down to the floor, his head hanging limply on his chest. Neville hesitated for a moment before racing down the stairs, screaming.
~~~~~~~
Draco started to retaliate, when he felt a mind wrenching pain and he grabbed his head, kneeling over. He screamed out loud, the pain was throbbing intensely throughout his mind. He managed to scrambled up and out of the common room, and headed for the infirmary.
~~~~~~~
Neville tripped down the stairs, screaming. The common room grew deathly quiet as Ron and Hermione ran over to their clumsy friend.
"Neville, what's wrong?" Ron asked.
Neville drew in a shaky breath an whispered. "Harry, he was hit by an imperturbably charm." All the color drained from Ron's face as he threw himself off the floor and scrambled up the stairs. He came down a second later with Harry floating in front of him. Many people gasped as Ron raced out of the common room behind his friend.
"Hang on Harry!" Ron whispered ferociously, gasping slightly as he rounded on the Infirmary's door. He used a quick second to blast open the door, nearly ripping it off its hinges and he tailed Harry's unconscious self into the room.
"What do you think you are doing?!?" Madam Pompfry shrieked as she raced out of her office. She took one look at Harry and gave a yelp.
"Can you help him?" Ron asked, his voice wavering. Madam Pompfry directed Ron to lay Harry on a empty bed next to the window, and she started to checking for the worst of his injuries. Ron slumped into the chair next to the bed.
"What happened to him?" Madam Pompfry asked quietly, not breaking her concentration on the unconscious boy before her.
"He was hit by Neville's Imperturbable Charm." Ron told her. Suddenly the door burst open. Both Ron and Madam Pompfry jerked their heads toward it. Draco stumbled in, clutching his head. He gave one last piercing scream of agony and abruptly collapsed to the floor.
"What the." Madam Pompfry said, as she raced over to Draco. She flicked his wand and Draco flew over to the bed beside Harry. She did a quick check on his head, trying to find the source of his agony, but with no avail. She rushed over to Harry, and finished checking him. She looked up at Ron's worried face and said. "Go get Professor Dumbledore." Ron sped out of the room, worried for his friend. Madam Pompfry bustled around Harry and Draco, confused. Draco didn't seem to have any injuries but he had came into the room in such pain, she was unable to figure it out. She stood at the end of his bed so deep in thought, that she didn't even hear the door open. Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder, Madam Pompfry gave a yelp and whirled around. Professor Dumbledore stood behind her, smiling.
"What is so important? Mr. Weasly, here, said something about Harry and being hit by a spell." Dumbledore said, nodding to the boy behind him.
Madam Pompfry nodded and said. "Yes, he was hit by Mr. Longbottem's Imperturbable Charm and he's out cold." Dumbledore walked over to Harry's side, worry etched into his face. He bent low to examine him, but Draco suddenly screamed. Dumbledore righted as Madam Pompfry scurried over to him.
"What is wrong with him?" Dumbledore worriedly asked. The moment Madam Pompfry reached him Draco stopped screaming.
"I'm not sure, he came in here a little after Mr. Potter got here and he was screaming in so much pain. But the odd thing is-"
"- Is that he didn't have any injuries or any thing that might cause him such pain." Dumbledore finished for her. She stood there gaping at him, before she slowly nodded. "That is because of their connection. I'm guessing Mr. Malfoy is feeling what Harry is feeling. I think we might be able to rouse Mr. Malfoy but we'll have to wait until Mr. Potter gets out for Mr. Malfoy to feel totally well."
"Wait, what 'connection'?" Ron asked suspiciously. Both adults turned to stare at him.
"You didn't know?" Madam Pompfry asked, curiously.
Ron shot her a look, getting impatient. "Would I have asked you if I did know?" He asked, with all the politeness he could muster.
"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy got into a potions accident." She told him. Ron nodded exasperated. "They can hear and feel what each other is thinking." Ron stared at her, then Harry, then Draco.
"They.share.What?" Ron sputtered, not believing that his best friend in the world had lied to him, to him and Hermione about something as big as this.
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Chapter 8: New Lessons/Spells
Harry raced through the halls, and threw open the great hall door. He stepped passed the door and let it swing closed on its own. Dumbledore was conversing with a man in his late thirties, and looked extremely annoyed at having to be there. They both stopped talking when Harry walked in.
"Ah, and this is Harry Potter." Dumbledore said in his usual calm voice. His eyes sparkled behind his half-moon spectacles. The man beside Dumbledore gave Harry a cool look, sizing him up.
"Yes, Professor. Draco said you wanted to see me?" Harry said, staring at the two men, as he walked towards them.
Dumbledore chuckled and said. "Yes, this is Mr. Axel Miller. He will be your new privet teacher." Harry shook Mr. Axel's stretched out hand, then looked at Dumbledore.
"What will he be teaching me?" Harry asked, suspicion rising in his mind.
~Whoa! I doubt who ever you are talking to isn't going to try and kill you.~ Draco told him in his mind.
"Shut up!" Harry mumbled. He looked up to hear Dumbledore's answer but Mr. Axel's confused mixed with anger caught Harry's attention.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked, politely. But Mr. Axel turned to Dumbledore, who held an amused look on his face.
"Do you teach your students disrespect or did he just come this way?" Mr. Axel asked sharply.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, thoroughly confused. Mr. Axel turned to him.
"Do you always tell your teachers to shut up or just your Headmaster?" He asked, angrily.
"Wait! I- Oh!" Harry said, the thought suddenly dawning on him. "I'm sorry I must have said that out loud! I was talking to Draco." Harry said as though it explained everything.
Dumbledore nodded and said. "Yes, Madam Pompfry told me about that." Mr. Axel leaned toward Dumbledore and whispered something in his ear. Dumbledore just laughed. Harry took out his wand, figuring it would take a while, and conjured a comfy chair for him to sit on. He looked up at the two adults, Dumbledore still laughing, and Mr. Axel was looking confused.
Harry, feeling tired cast a dazed look around the large empty room. Something moved in the corner closest to him and Harry stared at it. He saw the rope move and got up to go investigate. He peeked around the table in the corner and saw the rope move again. Harry picked it up, and nearly dropped it when he realized what or rather who it was.
"Neesm! What are you doing here?" Harry asked in a frantic whisper.
"Just keeping track of you." Neesm said, with a sly smile on his scaly face. Harry shook his head and started to say something.
"Harry? What are you doing?" Mr. Axel's voice floated over to him. Harry quickly dropped Neesm back on the floor and he quickly slithered away as Harry whirled around.
"Nothing." Harry said. ~I am getting so good at lying!~ Harry thought proudly and received a sarcastic snort from Draco. Harry walked back over to the adults and draped his self on the chair.
"Professor Dumbledore has informed me about your potions accident. Please excuse my anger, I jumped to conclusions." Mr. Axel said.
"Its all right." Harry told him. "So what are you teaching me again?"
"I am going to be your new teacher for Auror training." Mr. Axel hurried on, seeing the shocked look on Harry's face. "You did tell Professor McGonagall that you wanted to be an Auror, that's why your taking those classes." Harry nodded, still surprised.
~You are getting Auror training?~ Draco asked in awe.
~Yeah, I can't believe it.~ Harry answered.
"Well, you are not allowed to tell anyone of these classes." Mr. Axel continued. Harry suddenly put up his hand, and Mr. Axel stopped talking.
"Sorry, Mr. Axel. I can't do that." Harry told him.
"And why not?" Mr. Axel snapped, he obviously had no experience with teens.
"Because, Sir. You seem to have forgotten that I now share a mental link with Draco Malfoy and he can hear everything I think. In fact he already knows." Harry said, sarcasm laced lightly through his impatient tone.
Mr. Axel cringed slightly and said. "Tell him to come down here." Harry gave him a questioning look but did what the man asked. Draco arrived in the Great Hall in less then ten minutes, cutting through the thick awkward silence.
"You asked for me." Draco said, his normal sneer on his face.
Mr. Axel turned to him. "You are not to repeat what you heard Harry.er.think, or what you mind read." He said, slightly unsure.
Dumbledore stepped forward, and said. "Axel, wouldn't it be easier if Mr. Malfoy were to take the classes too? It would make it so much easier for us all." Draco's face lit up for a second before returning to his smirk, as Mr. Axel looked at him.
"Fine. I will see you guys every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, in the Defense against dark arts classroom." Mr. Axel said, his patience wearing thin.
"No can do, Mr. Axel. At least not on Wednesdays." Harry said, his eyes focusing on the corner where Neesm was hiding.
Mr. Axel's eyes flickered over to the corner as he asked. "And why not?"
Harry now focused his attention on his new teacher. "Because I am teaching the D.A. classes on Wednesdays." Harry said in a drawling voice.
~Guess even through all our fighting over the years I must have rubbed off on you.~ Draco said, with a smile on his face.
~Oh shove it you crazy loon!~ Harry snapped, though he too held a smile. Mr. Axel looked from Dumbledore to Harry and back.
"What classes?" Mr. Axel asked.
"Ah, yes. Harry has been teaching a number of students, almost like tutoring, in the defense area. How many years has this been going?" Dumbledore directed his question to Harry.
"Three years, the first year we were in hiding, the second year we could practice freely but we still held it in the room of requirement and now this year much more people want to join with Voldemort rising and all. It's going to be very busy." Harry explained to the confused man before him.
"Your a teacher and a student?" He asked slowly and completely confused.
"No, two of my friends and I started Dumbledore's Army in my fifth year, when that deranged Umbridge was working as the High Inquisitor" Harry spat the word with utmost contempt. "Did you ever hear about that?"
Mr. Axel nodded slightly. "I vaguely remember something about Dumbledore disappearing." He said, looking slowly at Dumbledore, who held a smile that told them all that he wasn't talking.
Only after a moment of silence. "All right how about Mondays and Fridays? And if you have a half day on any day I want a notice in advance so we can practice that afternoon." Mr. Axel said. Harry and Draco both agreed, and Mr. Axel turned to Dumbledore.
"Now that this is all over. I must be going. Professor Dumbledore, I must collect that," With a quick look to Harry and Draco, he said. "Thing from you." Dumbledore nodded and led Mr. Axel out of the room, with a departing smile to both Harry and Draco.
Draco turned to Harry, a smile beaming on his normally scowling face. "Cool! Auror lessons!" He exclaimed happily as he punched the air.
Harry smiled at him and said. "I wonder how Mr. Axel is going to be. I wonder what he's going to teach us."
"Who cares! We're learning with a real Auror!" Draco said as they made their way out of the Great Hall. Harry glanced around for anyone and started to go up towards the Gryffindor tower, Draco doing the same but instead he headed to the Slytherian's.
~You don't even care what we'll learn do you?~ Harry asked him in an amused tone.
~Not really, as long as I can kick some dog-servants butts!~ Draco said.
Harry chuckled. ~You know your a strange one.~
~Look at the kettle calling the pot black!~ Draco snorted. Harry laughed in his mind and told the portrait the password. He stepped through the door and headed up to the dorms. He laid on his bed and focused on his conversation with Draco.
~Ok what ever! I'm normal!~ Harry retaliated.
~Yeah. Normal, now that's a laugh!~ Draco said, and Harry felt him sit on the chair in front of the fireplace.
~So now that we've cleared that we're BOTH not normal. I wonder what we're going to learn.~ Harry wondered more to himself.
~Still thinking about that. Why don't you just wait and see what happens on Friday.~ Draco said.
Harry stood up and went down to the common room. ~I guess I will have to wait.~ He said in agreement with Draco. Harry looked around for Ron and Hermione and found them cuddling in a dark corner. ~Ah well, I guess they are busy.~ Harry said as he walked back up to the dorm. He quickly finished his homework, trying hard to ignore Draco's asking for the answers. Harry tossed his books aside and told Draco the final answer.
~You know if you did your own work yourself you might do better.~ Harry said, smiling.
~I do, do better!~ Draco retorted.
~Do-do? Like poop?~ Harry asked laughing. He looked over when the door opened, Neville walked in.
"I'm just going to practice my charms homework." He told Harry, in a downhearted voice. Harry gave him a warm smile and turned his attention back to Draco.
~No, not like poop!~ Draco snapped. Harry laughed at him, as he watched Neville try the Imperturbable Charm on the door.
~Is that Longbottom?~ Draco asked.
~Yeah, he's trying the Imperturbable charm. He's doing better but this is just not working for him.~ Harry explained.
~Well go help him, Professor Potter.~ Draco said sarcastically.
~Me? A professor? Now that's a laugh!~ Harry though and laughed out loud. Scaring the living daylights out of Neville who was in the middle of the charm. He turned around to see what Harry was laughing at and took his wand with him, forcing the charm to fly at Harry. Harry was thrown off the bed, and collided into the wall behind him. Neville watched Harry slide down to the floor, his head hanging limply on his chest. Neville hesitated for a moment before racing down the stairs, screaming.
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Draco started to retaliate, when he felt a mind wrenching pain and he grabbed his head, kneeling over. He screamed out loud, the pain was throbbing intensely throughout his mind. He managed to scrambled up and out of the common room, and headed for the infirmary.
~~~~~~~
Neville tripped down the stairs, screaming. The common room grew deathly quiet as Ron and Hermione ran over to their clumsy friend.
"Neville, what's wrong?" Ron asked.
Neville drew in a shaky breath an whispered. "Harry, he was hit by an imperturbably charm." All the color drained from Ron's face as he threw himself off the floor and scrambled up the stairs. He came down a second later with Harry floating in front of him. Many people gasped as Ron raced out of the common room behind his friend.
"Hang on Harry!" Ron whispered ferociously, gasping slightly as he rounded on the Infirmary's door. He used a quick second to blast open the door, nearly ripping it off its hinges and he tailed Harry's unconscious self into the room.
"What do you think you are doing?!?" Madam Pompfry shrieked as she raced out of her office. She took one look at Harry and gave a yelp.
"Can you help him?" Ron asked, his voice wavering. Madam Pompfry directed Ron to lay Harry on a empty bed next to the window, and she started to checking for the worst of his injuries. Ron slumped into the chair next to the bed.
"What happened to him?" Madam Pompfry asked quietly, not breaking her concentration on the unconscious boy before her.
"He was hit by Neville's Imperturbable Charm." Ron told her. Suddenly the door burst open. Both Ron and Madam Pompfry jerked their heads toward it. Draco stumbled in, clutching his head. He gave one last piercing scream of agony and abruptly collapsed to the floor.
"What the." Madam Pompfry said, as she raced over to Draco. She flicked his wand and Draco flew over to the bed beside Harry. She did a quick check on his head, trying to find the source of his agony, but with no avail. She rushed over to Harry, and finished checking him. She looked up at Ron's worried face and said. "Go get Professor Dumbledore." Ron sped out of the room, worried for his friend. Madam Pompfry bustled around Harry and Draco, confused. Draco didn't seem to have any injuries but he had came into the room in such pain, she was unable to figure it out. She stood at the end of his bed so deep in thought, that she didn't even hear the door open. Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder, Madam Pompfry gave a yelp and whirled around. Professor Dumbledore stood behind her, smiling.
"What is so important? Mr. Weasly, here, said something about Harry and being hit by a spell." Dumbledore said, nodding to the boy behind him.
Madam Pompfry nodded and said. "Yes, he was hit by Mr. Longbottem's Imperturbable Charm and he's out cold." Dumbledore walked over to Harry's side, worry etched into his face. He bent low to examine him, but Draco suddenly screamed. Dumbledore righted as Madam Pompfry scurried over to him.
"What is wrong with him?" Dumbledore worriedly asked. The moment Madam Pompfry reached him Draco stopped screaming.
"I'm not sure, he came in here a little after Mr. Potter got here and he was screaming in so much pain. But the odd thing is-"
"- Is that he didn't have any injuries or any thing that might cause him such pain." Dumbledore finished for her. She stood there gaping at him, before she slowly nodded. "That is because of their connection. I'm guessing Mr. Malfoy is feeling what Harry is feeling. I think we might be able to rouse Mr. Malfoy but we'll have to wait until Mr. Potter gets out for Mr. Malfoy to feel totally well."
"Wait, what 'connection'?" Ron asked suspiciously. Both adults turned to stare at him.
"You didn't know?" Madam Pompfry asked, curiously.
Ron shot her a look, getting impatient. "Would I have asked you if I did know?" He asked, with all the politeness he could muster.
"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy got into a potions accident." She told him. Ron nodded exasperated. "They can hear and feel what each other is thinking." Ron stared at her, then Harry, then Draco.
"They.share.What?" Ron sputtered, not believing that his best friend in the world had lied to him, to him and Hermione about something as big as this.
A/N: Like it? I hope you did! Please review! Thank you again to my lovely reviewers!!!! If you have any questions you can email me. I don't mind.
Wicked Kiwi: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
A.M.bookworm247: Thank you! Is it really that cute? ; ) Oh yeah that was the name of the dragon in Mulan! Wow I just got it from a computer game on my computer. Odd, ha ha but too funny!
Tropic: Yeah, the mind link just sort of happened. Thank you!
Kemenran: More Please? Hungry for my story much? : ) I'm working on it!
Meinien: Yeah, more like Malfoy discovers Ginny. Thanks!
I'll be back!
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