Disclaimer: I do not in any ways own, nor did I create, Harry Potter or any related material. All of my credits goes to J.K. Rowling and her publishers.
Harry was in an odd trance. Mechanically, he rambled down the dark hallways of the castle, his eyes straight ahead. He blinked sparingly; he simply stared out into the space in front of himself. That is, until he found himself outside of Snape's office.
Dumbfounded, Harry gulped. He knew that he was skipping class, and coincidentally, the class he was missing was Double Potions. However, his feet suddenly stopped in their tracks, as if they had turned to lead.
"Why are things so complicated?" Harry wondered aloud, shocked by the melancholy sound of his own voice.
"That is for you to determine, Mr. Potter," said a voice directly behind his, a hint of a laugh behind the seriousness. Harry jerked his head around to face Professor Dumbledore, dressed in robes of purple and gold. "Why are you here? Why are you not in class? Why are you feeling so glum? Ah, this you must think upon, Harry."
"Pr-professor!" Harry exclaimed both shocked and nervous. "I'll be going in to class now?"
"I think not, Harry. Come along, don't gape."
"No Potions?" Harry asked tentatively.
"Not today. To my office you go," Dumbledore laughed.
Harry strolled, therefore, briskly behind Albus Dumbledore's long and determined strides toward the Headmaster's Office, unknowing of the weight of the advice he would shortly receive.
Author's Note: Here is your chapter, VERY short, I know. However, it is quite significant. I believe that this story will soon be nearing its end, as all fan fiction must. Don't worry yet, there are still several chapters left. Now, I am just positive of the direction in which this story will progress.
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