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Harry Potter and the Last Black Secrets Reveled

"Hermione, could you explain what just went on?" Ron asked.

"Er, not really." Hermione said.

Snape stormed out of his office, and shouted, "Everyone get OUT!" No one dared argue back, and silently left the room.

"Man, what a weird day back." Harry said as they made their way up to Gryffindor tower.

"Yeah, you're telling me!" Ron agreed.

"Excuse me." Said a gentle voice, "I want to know, just how much you heard of our conversation."

"Eek!" Ron gulped, as he, Harry, and Hermione turned around.

"Please, tell me what you three heard." Sara asked them.

"We are sorry for listening Professor." Hermione apologized.

"No, no, no, I knew you were listening, but I want to know how much you heard, because if you didn't get the full story, you may think I am a little, er, evil." Sara smiled brightly, "Please, come to my office, we'll talk over some warm Butterbeer. How's that sound?"

"Er, great, thanks Professor." Harry said, nudging Ron and Hermione in the ribs.

"Yeah, thanks." They replied. They followed Sara to her room, and sat in the front three seats.

Sara served them hot Butterbeer, then sat down at her desk and said, "Please, tell me everything you heard."

"Erm, okay," Harry said, and judging by the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces, they wanted him to do the talking, "Well, first we heard Snape, er Professor Snape, ask you why you came here. You said to teach, but Snape said that wasn't what he was asking, and asked if it was okay to leave them alone." Harry stopped, "Who are 'them'?"

"'Them', as was put by Snape, are my mother's people. They are humans, but, like me, have a unique gift, though they are not as in control of the 'gift' as I am. I am sure though, that they are completely harmless. Despite what anyone says, we are all just as human, and sane, as 'normal' witches and wizards."
"Excuse me, er, Professor, but what people are you talking about?" Hermione asked.

Sara paused for a moment and a strange look filled her eyes, "The people whom you are referring to are people with a sixth sense, the ability to read thoughts," Sara answered, then added, "But with most of us, it just happens, like when I got angry with Snape, and read his thoughts during our conversation in his office. I can't control it when I get angry, but other than that I am in full control. Please don't worry, I don't read thoughts for fun, it gives me such terrible headaches."

"What I don't understand is why the ability to read thoughts is deemed dangerous by Snape. He said that they were able to kill!" Ron blurted out.

"All humans have the capability to kill, even you. But unlike my friends whom we are discussing, you do not have such abnormalities so there is no need to see you as a threat. It's rather racist if you think about it. We are no different than a seer, in the terms of having a sixth sense, but do you see Snape calling them dangerous? All in all, it's just that Snape is afraid of our power, and therefore believes us a threat." Sara replied calmly, "He's been that way for as long as I can remember-"Sara clasped her hand over her mouth.

"How do you know Snape anyway?" Harry asked, placing his bottle of butterbeer on his desk, and eyeing Sara suspiciously.

"Er, well, you see, I really never knew him before I began to teach here, but, my father knew him at school. Hated him too, thought he was a pest, though he was never as mean to him as some of his buddies were." Sara replied, her voice shifting from shaking to the calm manor at which she always spoke.

"Why did he hate your father?" Harry poked at her with a follow up question, "Was it because of my father?"

"Harry, what are you talking about?" Hermione whined at him.

"I'm talking about what she told me on the train ride here." Harry looked at Sara, their eyes meet, and he felt like his brain was being fried. Suddenly he heard a voice inside his head, "Harry, please, keep that a secret for now. It's not something that should be made public, even towards your closest friends." Harry stared at Sara, eyes wide with disbelief, "What?" he shouted.

"Harry, what's going on?" Ron asked, "You just went pale as a ghost."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Harry replied, still staring at Sara in disbelief. She had just telepathically talked to him; she hadn't told them she could do that! And why didn't she want Ron and Hermione to know that her father knew his? Was it because she didn't want them to think that she was going to treat him better? No, that wasn't it, she had to know that Ron and Hermione wouldn't care, but then again, other students might.

"Oh my!" Sara exclaimed, "It looks as though your next class is about to start soon, same goes for me. I am a Professor you know." Sara smiled brightly at Harry as she stood up and held the door open.

As Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned the corner, Ron whispered, "I wonder why she was so nervous when she talked about her father and Snape? You don't think her father was a death eater, do you?"

"I don't know, she said Snape hated her father, but that could be for many reasons." Hermione replied logically.

"Isn't it a little odd though?" Harry said softly.

"What is a little odd?" Ron asked.

"Well, you heard what she was saying to Snape about her parents. Didn't you notice anything weird about what she was saying?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione.

"No, not really, except that she asked Snape if her mother deserved to be but down like a dog." Ron replied.

"Yeah, I noticed that too, why would she say something like that?" Hermione added.

"I don't know, but when she was referring to her mother, she made it clear she was dead, but whenever she talked about her father, she made it seem like he was still alive. She talks about him like she's actually spent time with him." Harry answered.

"What's so weird about that?" Ron asked.

"Really Harry, what's so weird- wait, didn't she say that she was orphaned at a young age?" Hermione shouted.

"Yes, so how could she know about all this stuff between her father and Snape?" Harry continued, "So that means she's lying about something! But why would she lie, saying her father is dead when he really isn't?"

"Think about it guys." Ron said, "Who do we know that wanted the world to think he was dead?"

"Wormtail!" Harry and Hermione shouted together.

"It would all fit, the reason Snape hated her father, the reason she acted like her father was dead, the reason she got enrolled in the Ministry Military school, and the reason she said that her father admired-"Harry stopped, he wasn't going to tell Ron and Hermione just yet that Sara's father had been an admirer of James and Sirius.

"True, all of that fits, but there is one major piece that doesn't fit." Hermione said.

"And what would that be?" Ron asked.

"Wormtail was never married and had no kids." Hermione stated matter-of-factly.

"What if he did have a daughter, she'd be about Sara's age." Ron retorted.

"No, he didn't have any children, I'm sure of it." Hermione said, "And besides, she looks nothing like him."

"Well she doesn't have to look like him." Ron argued.

"True, but she does look familiar, doesn't she?" Hermione answered.

"Yeah, kind of like-"Harry stopped as Peeves zoomed at him.

"Chatter, chatter, looks like a dream, but is a mix breed, up nothing special about that animal." Peeves laughed as he bounced around in front of Harry.

"What are you talking about Peeves?" Harry shouted.

"Sara, of course, the new beauty at Hoggy Warts!" Peeves laughed insanely, "Yup she's a mutt alright!" He cackled and zoomed off, howling like a wolf.

"What was that all about? Usually he respects the professors." Ron said.

"I know." Hermione agreed.

"Hey guys," Ron said suddenly, "What's that?" he was looking out the window at a beautiful owl.

Harry recognized it as the same owl which brought him the letter from 'Star' the night of his birthday.

"It's an owl, Ron." Harry said flatly as he opened the window and allowed the bird to sore in and landed on Harry's arm.

"Do you know that owl?" Hermione asked Harry, looking dazed.

"Erm, it's delivered to me before." Harry replied as he took the letter off of its leg. It clicked its beak, and then flew out the window.

"That's a pretty unique owl!" Ron shouted as he watched the bird fly out of sight, "It looked like it had silver wings, and it had the prettiest gray-blue eyes!"

"Harry, who's the letter from?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure." Harry said. He wished that Ron and Hermione wouldn't ask about the letter because he didn't want anyone to know about this mysterious person.

"You're not sure?" Hermione repeated.

"No I am not," Harry said thinking quickly, "because it's from a, er, newspaper, yeah, that's it, a newspaper. I send in letters to the editor, and they reply. I don't know who the editor is, so I don't know who it is from exactly."

"Oh," Hermione replied, apparently buying into Harry's lie, "Well, we've got charms, so we should hurry along."

"Right," Ron agreed as he walked away from the window, "let's go."

Harry stuffed the letter in his cloak, and followed along a few steps behind Hermione and Ron.

When they walked into Professor Flitwick's classroom, an unpleasant sight met their eyes. It was Malfoy.

"So, Potty and Weasel were smart enough to get into this N.E.W.T.s class too." Malfoy snatched Harry's schedule out of his hand, which he'd just been going over, and looked at it, "Ah, look Potty," He held up his own schedule, "You're stuck with me in every class, except for Care of Ugly Half-breeds, I mean, monsters. Oh wait; it's creatures I'd forgotten because a monster teaches that class!" He laughed, and took a seat among a group of other Slytherin boys.

"What is your girlfriend Pansy not in here to sit with? I should have known she's not smart enough." Hermione laughed.

"Shut it," Malfoy growled, "She's not my girlfriend. I don't like fan girls." The group surrounding Malfoy laughed.

"Yeah, you're right Malfoy, fan girls are a pain, but of course none of us would know that, because you get all the girls!" A boy with short brown hair laughed.

"Is that why you don't have a girlfriend, because they are all fan girls?" A short, fat boy with red hair asked.

"No, it's because I haven't found one that is worthy enough of me." Malfoy laughed.

Harry rolled his eyes; Malfoy was still so arrogant even after what Sara had done to him.

All throughout Charms, all Harry could think about was reading the letter from Sirius, or well 'Star'. When the bell rang, releasing Harry for the rest of the day, he ran straight to the Commons, not even waiting for Ron or Hermione.

"See you guys at lunch." He called out to them over his shoulder as he tore up the stairs, and past the Fat Lady's portrait, and right into the boy's dorm.

He ripped open the letter, and began to read.

Harry,

I received your letter this morning. Your scar hurt? Was it like it normally does? Did you sense that Voldemort was feeling angry or pleased, any sort of strong emotion? Is there someone at the school you feel may be associated with Voldemort or the Death Eaters? I know this letter contains many questions, but I fear that the worst is yet to come. Please reply as soon as possible so that I may work out what is going on.

Star

Harry quickly pulled out a piece of parchment and scribbled his letter.

Star,

Thank you for replying so quickly. Well there was nothing in particular that made my scar hurt. But at the time I was just entering the boy's dorm and sat on my bed. Nothing too extravagant really, but come to think of it, there is someone here I am a little worried about. This year we have a new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. She's a sixteen year old named Sara Rae Twilight. (I think her name is even longer) I was wondering do you know anything about her. She claims to have been orphaned at a young age, yet she talks like she knew her father in her older years. I think she may be associated with Voldemort. She told me that her father was friends with my father and Sirius Black.

Harry stresses Sirius' name.

Plus, she says that she can read people's minds, she can even telepathically talk to them! Oh yeah, speaking of 'them' she says that there are others like her, do you know anything about these people? Thanks for your time!

Harry

Harry folded up the letter, and was preparing to get Hedwig, when the silverish owl flew to the window and perched on it. Harry opened the window and the owl flew in. It stood still as Harry tied the letter to its leg, and when he was done, it flew away.

Harry watched it fly over the lake and out of sight.

Harry sighed, and then went down to lunch. It felt weird to be able to go to lunch knowing that he had no more classes to take that day. The next day he had Defense against the Dark Arts, again, plus he had Transfiguration, Herbology, and Care of Magical Creatures. It was his fullest day of the week, yet it was going to be his most fun.

As he entered the Great Hall, he saw Ron and Hermione happily chatting with Ginny and Colin.

"Hello," Harry said taking a seat next to Ron, and grabbing a piece of chicken, "how's it going?"

"Fine," Ron laughed, "I have nothing for the rest of the day. Of course you already knew that because we have the same classes. Unfortunately," Ron glanced over at the Slytherin table, "Malfoy has all off them, except for Care of Magical Creatures."

"I know, it's a huge disappointment." Harry agreed.

"Well, at least you two will have time to study; I am taking seven N.E.W.T.s classes." Hermione stated, breaking the depressing conversation about Malfoy.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Because, I want to be an Arour, and the best way to do that is to work hard." Hermione said stately.

"Right." Ron nodded his head, not listening.

After lunch, Ron and Harry went to visit Hagrid.

"'Lo Hagrid," Harry said as they approached Hagrid's hut.

"Harry, Ron, how is both of ya?" Hagrid replied, waving a friendly hand.

"Fine," both boys answered.

"So how do ya like the new professor?" Hagrid smiled at the two, "She's pretty isn't she?"

"Yeah, but she is really strange." Ron laughed.

"Ey, if ye'd gone through what she's gone through you'd be a little strange too." Hagrid replied.

"Do you know anything about her Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"No can't say I do." Hagrid answered, and went back to chopping fire wood. Suddenly there was a loud screech, and Harry looked around to find the source of it.

What Harry saw made him jump a little. The same owl which had delivered his letter was perched on top of Hagrid's hut, with a letter tied to its leg.

"Please let it not give me the letter here, please let it wait until I am in the dormitory." Harry thought to himself. Suddenly the owl stretched its great wings, and flew off towards the school. "Erm, I just remembered that I told, er, a first year, I'd help them with something. Bye!" Harry quickly rushed to the school, and once again flew towards the dormitory. As soon as he arrived in the boy's dorm, he threw open the window and the owl flew in, its eyes glowing in the sunlight. Harry quickly untied the letter, but this time the owl did not fly off, it stayed on its perched position on the window sill. Harry unfolded the letter and began to read.

Harry,

I believe your scar hurt from the sudden engulfment of a very powerful magic. That magic being none other than Voldemort's powers that he gave you. You will most likely begin to unravel new powers, and trust me, you'll need them.

As for Sara, you can trust her. Yes it is true that her father was friends with James and Sirius. He trusted each of them so very much and I believe would have done anything for your father. I'm not sure if her father is alive or dead, but I can rest assure you, he had nothing to do with Voldemort, and neither does she. You can trust her to keep you save while at school, she might not seem it, but she's very powerful. I'd be willing to bet that, except for Dumbledore, she is the most powerful professor at Hogwarts.

Now that that is all cleared up, I need to ask you to do something for me. Underneath Shina's wing is a letter, please take it to Dumbledore; he will no doubt give you farther instructions. If he asks were you received it, say that it is a friend of the Order of the Phoenix. Although, he should be able to tell that from the letter. Thank you very much Harry.

Star

Harry looked at the letter, who was Shina? It must be the owl. Harry walked over to the owl, and lifted both its wings, there tucked under the right one, was a letter marked Dumbledore. Harry picked up the letter, and flipped it over in his hands, he was half tempted to read it, but then thought it better not too, and he didn't want to upset 'Star', whoever he was. Harry stopped, who was he really? Harry wasn't quite as certain that it was Sirius now. But then again, maybe Sirius just wanted to make Harry think that he was Sirius so Harry wouldn't go looking for him. Yes, that had to be it.

Harry quickly rushed out of the Gryffindor tower and fled to the statue that blocked Dumbledore's office.

"Open up!" Harry told the statue, but it didn't move, "Please open, I need to see Dumbledore!" Harry shouted.

"Why do you need to see the Headmaster?" A cold voice said from behind him. Harry turned quickly and saw Snape glaring at him.

"I, er, I just want to see my bird." Harry told him.

"Your owl is in the owlry, you may go see it there, not in the headmaster's office." Snape words sounded greaser than his hair.

"No, I need to see my Phoenix." Harry said, and at t he word 'Phoenix' the statue hopped aside, and cleared a path for Harry, "See, I told you." Harry glanced at Snape, and then quickly darted into the stairwell before Snape could say anything more. Harry dashed up the stairs, and flew into Dumbledore's office.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir, this letter is for you. Please take it, it's urgent." Harry breathed heavily.

"Good afternoon Harry, now tell me again, you have a letter for me?" Dumbledore said smiling, "From whom?"

"A friend of the Order." Harry replied.

"Very well then, hand it over." Dumbledore motioned for Harry to go to him.

"Er, right." Harry walked over to Dumbledore's desk, and placed the letter on it.

"Thank you Harry, while I read the letter, I think there is someone who wants to see you." Dumbledore waved his hand in the direction of his upper study, "Go and see."

Harry carefully walked up the side stairs, and looked for this 'someone'. Harry quickly figured out who it was.

"Spica!" Harry said gleefully, "How are you girl?"

Spica flew to Harry, and perched on his shoulder. She clicked her beak happily, and opened it. A beautiful Phoenix song echoed through the air, and Harry at once found himself extremely relaxed.

"Thank you Spica," Harry said as he stroked Spica's neck, "your song is beautiful!" Harry was about to say more when Dumbledore called to him.

"Harry, please come here."

"Yes sir." Harry replied, and quickly made his way back to Dumbledore's desk.

"Harry, did you know that Remus Lupin has been missing for awhile now?" Dumbledore asked.

"No sir, I did not." Harry replied.

"Well, he has been, ever since the day that you and the Weaslys went to Diagon Ally. We do not know what has happened to him, but we fear that the Death Eater, Macnair, has something to do with his disappearance." Dumbledore stopped and looked at Harry.

"Are you saying he's dead?" Harry asked, afraid of the answer.

"I am saying that we fear he is, but that we are not certain." Dumbledore replied, "Please inform Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasly of this."

"Er, Professor, what did the letter say?" Harry asked.

"Nothing to worry about Harry, just please inform those two of what I told you. They have a right to know, as Lupin is their friend as well as yours." Dumbledore spoke softly.

"Yes sir." Harry turned his back to Dumbledore and left, his mind racing.

There is no way he was going to lose another person to a Death Eater, no way; he would kill before he allowed another friend to be so cruelly slaughtered.

Harry walked gloomily back to the Common Room, and found Hermione and Ron, sitting by the fire playing wizards chess.

"Er, can I talk to both of you for a second?" Harry asked, "Outside, it's too noisy in here." Harry added, looking around at all the people.

Hermione could tell something was wrong, "Sure Harry." She said softly.

The three stepped out of the portrait and along down the corridors, then finally outside. The sun was slowly beginning to sink.

"Okay Harry, why the long face, you look as though someone has died." Ron said.

"Someone might have." Harry replied.

"What!" Hermione shouted in shock, "Who?"

"Lupin," Harry replied sadly, "Dumbledore says that he's been missing for quite sometime now, and he thinks that Macnair has something to do with this."

"You don't think that he really has died do you?" Hermione said, fighting back tears.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think it's looking like Lupin is alive." Harry said. Suddenly they hear a loud crash. Harry, Ron and Hermione turned around quickly. Standing there, in shock, over a pile of books, was Sara.

To be continued. . .

Woah…. What's with Sara's reaction? Continue to read to find out! Please leave comments!