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Chapter 10: The Truth Comes Out

Draco's head was lolling to the side. He didn't get any sleep the day before and now he was having a hard time trying to stay awake. Someone kicked him under the table. Draco turned his head and glared at Hermione.

"Don't go to sleep, we're in Potions," Hermione whispered.

"Ms. Granger! What was so important you had to disrupt my lecture?" Professor Snape snapped.

"N-nothing sir," Hermione stuttered back.

Snape gave her one last glare before continuing to talk.

Harry looked at Draco. He had been having a hard time sleeping lately and Harry didn't know why. Usually it had something to do with Ginny or Katie, but when he asked Draco about it he said it was neither one of them. Harry told Ginny about Draco's problem and she started sleeping next to the guy. The only problem was that Ginny had to wait until everyone fell asleep before going into the boy's dorm. She would have wait a long time, sometimes falling asleep before she could get to the boy's dorm room.

"Mr. Rooke! I asked you a question," Snape yelled.

Both Harry and Draco stood up. They didn't know whom Snape was referring to.

"Not you Lukas. Your brother."

Draco sat down, crossed his arms on the table and put his head down. Snape ignored his actions and stared straight at Harry.

"Rooke, what is the main ingredient for Wolfsbane Potion?"

Harry didn't know what to say. He looked at Hermione but she couldn't help him. Draco was probably asleep. He turned back to Snape.

"I don't know sir."


"Tsk, tsk. It's a shame you don't pay any attention in my class Mr. Rooke," Snape paused, "Does anyone else have the answer? Nobody? Ms. Granger, would you like to grace us with your knowledge?"

"N-no sir," Hermione answered. In the normal circumstance she would have immediately raised her hand and answered, but the answer flitted away from her mind. She saw something on Hale's forehead. It was some sort of mark, but before she could take a closer look it disappeared.

"Now that's a surprise. Ms. Granger doesn't know the answer to everything," Snape commented, "If no one is going to answer then homework is a four feet essay on Wolfsbane. You can write about any topic concerning that subject. Are there any questions? If not, you are all dismissed."

Everyone gathered their things and rushed to the door.

"Both Mr. Rookes stay behind."

Hermione walked to Harry. "I'll save you a seat in the Great Hall."

Harry nodded and she walked away. Snape walked towards the two boys. He pointed his wand towards the door and muttered a spell. The door closed and Harry heard a click. He assumed that Snape locked the door. Snape looked around the room to make sure nobody but the three of them were inside. When he was satisfied he turned to Harry.

"Potter, wake up Draco," Snape ordered. Harry knew better than to talk back so he gently shook Draco.

"Hey Draco, wake up," Harry said.

Draco slowly sat up and looked around the room. He was surprise to see that almost everybody was gone.

"Is class over?" Draco asked.

"It is Draco. Are you tired from the mission?" Snape asked.

Draco nodded and Harry was confused.

"What mission?" Harry asked.

"Voldemort summons me every now and then. Nightmares aren't the only thing keeping me awake," Draco explained.

"Nightmares? How long has this been happening?" Snape questioned.

"Two weeks I think," Draco answered, scratching his head.

"Why didn't you come to me? I could have given you a dreamless sleep draught," Snape told him.

"I don't know."

Snape shook his head at him, "I'll make some for you. And you Mr. Potter, is your scar hurting? I thought I saw it for a moment."

Harry brought a hand to his forehead. The scar was still there; it was just invisible. When they went to America he just left his scar alone. When people questioned him about it, he answered that he got it in an accident. When they came back to England they had to make it invisible. A seventeen-year-old boy with a lightning bolt scar would be suspicious.

"It's just itching. It doesn't hurt much," Harry answered.

Snape frowned, "Are you sure Potter? If it hurts go to the Headmaster."

"Yes Professor. Is there anything else?" Harry asked.

Snape shook his head, "No, you may go. Draco, I suggest you catch up on sleep."

"Yes sir," Draco answered.

Harry and Draco put their things in their bags. They walked to the door and opened it. Draco shook his head, trying to stay awake. Harry saw Ginny walking with her friends and he waved at her. Ginny saw him and walked towards him. She hugged Draco and brushed the hair away from his face.

"You guys going to the Great Hall?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, want to walk with us?" Harry asked.

Ginny nodded and the three of them walked to the Great Hall.

Someone in the shadows dropped their books.

"Harry?"

*_*_*_*_*_*

"Poor guy."

Ginny was rubbing Draco's back. He was sleeping again.

"What kind of nightmares is he having? And why doesn't he just go to your room?" Harry asked.

"I don't think I should be the one telling you about his dreams. They're personal and he can't go to my room. Hermione found him sleeping with me one day and she forbade Draco to even step in the hallway of the girl's dorm. Now Hermione monitors the hallway until midnight. I don't understand her, Draco and I aren't doing anything except sleep," Ginny whispered so only Harry would hear.

"Remember to call him Lukas out here, and speaking of Hermione, where is she? She said that she would save us seats, but she isn't even here," Harry observed.

"There she is," Ginny pointed out.

Hermione just walked in the Great Hall. Harry waved at her and she didn't do anything but stare at him. Harry got up and walked to her.

"Hey, are you okay? You look pale," Harry said.

Hermione looked into his eyes. He can't be Harry, he just can't be. After she left Hale and Lukas in the Potions' classroom, she realized that she forgot her book. She walked back to the class and heard them talking. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, but she just heard Snape address someone Potter and a scar. Afterwards, she also heard the name Draco. She recognized Hale voice responding to Snape when Snape was referring to Harry. Hermione wondered if Hale and Lukas could be Harry and Malfoy.

"Hermione, are you sick?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head, "I'm fine. I'm sorry I couldn't save seats. I had to get something in the tower."

She decided not to say anything. If Hale is Harry, then why hasn't he said anything?

"Okay, come on. Let's eat," Harry said. He watched Hermione. She seems busy thinking about something. Harry wished he knew what it was. Hermione and Harry walked to the Gryffindor table together. He tried to start up a conversation, but Hermione didn't seem interested. Harry gave up and became silent.

"Is he all right?" Hermione asked Ginny, gesturing to Draco.

"Lukas is fine. He's just tired."

'Could Lukas be Malfoy?' Hermione asked herself. If he is, does Ginny know? She probably doesn't, Hermione thought. She knew how much Ginny hated Malfoy. Everyone didn't like him. Hermione knew she definitely didn't. Ginny really loves Lukas and Hermione was worried about what would happen if he really is Malfoy.

Hermione saw Ginny whispering something Lukas' ear. He turned his head and smiled at Ginny. Ginny leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. Hermione saw Ron glaring at Lukas and Ginny. She didn't feel comfortable in the Great Hall so she got up. Hale also got up.

"Are you leaving?" He asked.

"Um…yes," Hermione answered.

"I'll go with you," Harry said.

"No, it's okay. I'm just going to class now."

Before Harry could say anything, she walked away. He stared after her. Why would she want to leave now? They still had twenty minutes before classes start. He fell back on his chair.

"What do you think is wrong with Hermione?" Harry asked Ginny.

"I'm not sure," Ginny answered.

"Maybe she realizes that she's falling for you," Draco suggested.

Harry turned and faced him. "What? And when did you wake up?"

"You heard me. You guys are 'best friends' and she probably doesn't want to ruin that. She's probably afraid that if it becomes more than that, your friendship will be jeopardized," Draco explained.

Harry stared at him unbelievingly, "Where did you get that idea? And are you joshing me?"

Ginny turned to Draco and giggled, "Hale has a point. Where did you get that idea? You also know that Hermione doesn't like him like that. She's still getting over Ron."

"I'm just being practical," Draco tried to defend himself. Ginny burst into laughter and Draco glared at her.

"Guys, this is not funny," Harry said. He was mad at Draco for not taking this seriously.

"Hey, you asked what we thought was wrong with Hermione and that's what I think," Draco told him.

Harry shook his head and sighed. He really was worried about Hermione. Why did she stare at him the way she did when she entered the Great Hall?

"I'm going to class. What about you two?" Harry asked.

Draco looked at Ginny and she nodded.

"Okay, we're going with you," Draco told him. He got up and helped Ginny to her feet. They left the Great Hall with Harry who was talking about Hermione. Draco shook his head at him. Potter really is daft. He probably doesn't realize what he feels for Hermione.

*_*_*_*_*

Harry was stealing glances at Hermione. Ever since the Great Hall she has been avoiding him. He was only lucky to get a seat next to her in Transfigurations. Unfortunately it was in the front of the class. Professor McGonagall noticed that he was not paying attention in her class, so she would ask him questions every now and then.

"Mr. Rooke! Pay attention!" McGonagall yelled.

Harry almost fell back in his chair in surprise. McGonagall was right in front of him.

"Sorry Professor," Harry apologized, turning red. McGonagall narrowed her eyes at him before walking away.

Hermione glanced at him. She knew that she was wrong avoiding him without giving him a reason. She's probably just being paranoid, maybe she just heard Snape wrong. Maybe she should just forget about Harry.

'It's been two years Hermione,' She thought. She put her hand over Hale's on the table. He looked at her and smiled. Hermione smiled back at him.

"So does that mean were okay?" Harry whispered. Hermione nodded.

"Mr. Rooke! Five points off Gryffindor for talking in my class," McGonagall said.

Harry apologized again and started writing notes. Suddenly he felt his scar itching. He brought his hand to his forehead and scratched it.

"Lucius!" A hissing voice yelled.

Harry pressed himself against the wall. He was in a dark room and the only light source was the light coming from the fireplace. The room was bare except for the seat in front of the fire. There were curtains at the windows and sunlight was leaking through the bottom. Harry could see Voldemort standing in the middle of the room. Lucius Malfoy ran in the room and bowed down before Voldemort.

"Master."

"What is this I hear? There is a traitor in our midst. Someone has been giving information to the Order. It is your job to check everyone's background. How can you let someone slip through your fingers?"

"Master, I am sorry. I will find him," Lucius tried to assure him.

"This is the second time Lucius. You still haven't paid for your son. Mess up again and you will pay with your life," Voldemort threatened, "You will be punished lightly for now. CRUCIO!"

Harry suddenly felt pain searing in his scar. He fell out of his chair, clutched his scar and started writhing. The pain was so intense he started screaming.

"Darwin! Help me!" Draco yelled as he got down in front of Harry. He took off his robe and tried to put it under Harry's head. He looked on his hand and saw blood. Draco suddenly saw Harry's scar. His eyes widened and he looked around the room. People were starting to crowd around them. He couldn't let them see the scar. Harry stopped moving and Draco quickly took out his wand and pointed it towards the scar. He muttered a spell and it disappeared. Draco looked up and saw Hermione staring at Harry. Did she just see what he did?

"Everyone, get out of the way!" McGonagall yelled as she tried to push her way through the crowd.

"What happened here?" She asked. She looked down at Hale.

Draco tried to think of a reason. "H-he's epileptic," Draco answered, wishing that she didn't see through the lie.

"He just had a seizure," Draco added. McGonagall didn't ask anymore questions. Draco saw that Hermione didn't believe him.

"Ms. Granger, watch over the class. I'm taking him to the hospital wing. Rooke come with me," McGonagall said. McGonagall muttered a spell and Harry rose up. She walked away with Harry floating in front of her. Draco followed after her.

*_*_*_*_*

Draco watched Harry sleeping on a bed in the hospital wing. He was waiting for Dumbledore to come. Draco had a hard time trying to explain to Madame Pomfrey about what happened because he couldn't just say that Harry's scar was the problem. Apparently she never had a case of epilepsy before. Draco just told her that they can't cure epilepsy and the only reason Harry didn't wake up yet is because he hit his head on the stone floor.

The door opened and Dumbledore came inside. He walked to Draco and pulled the curtains around Harry's bed.

"What happened?" Dumbledore whispered.

"He was complaining that his scar was itching. Then in Transfigurations it appeared. His scar was probably burning. He was clutching his scar the whole time he was on the floor," Draco explained.

"Did anyone see it?" Dumbledore questioned.

"I think Hermione Granger did. I'm not sure."

Dumbledore brushed Harry's hair off his forehead. He wanted to see if the scar was still there.

"I performed spell to hide it," Draco told him.

Harry heard voices. His head was throbbing and he could still feel some pain from his scar. He tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't. They felt heavy. He just laid back on the bed. He waited and tried to open his eyes again. Slowly he was able to open them. He looked up and saw Dumbledore and Draco.

"You're awake," Draco said.

"Where am I?" Harry asked.

"Look around the room and take one guess," Draco told him.

Harry glared at him but did what he said. He immediately knew that it was the Hospital Wing. The only room in the castle that is all white is the Hospital Wing.

"Did I pass out? The last thing I remember is my scar hurting," Harry told them.

"What happened Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"I saw Voldemort and he was angry. He thinks that someone is giving information to the Order. He punished Lucius for letting that happen. It's his job to check everyone."

"My father? What happened to him?" Draco asked.

Harry looked up at him, "Voldemort performed the Crutiatus curse on him. Professor this was the first time my scar hurt like this ever since we went to America."

Dumbledore nodded, "I guess distance affected your connection with Voldemort. Are you okay now?"

"Yes Headmaster. Can I leave? I feel perfectly fine."

"I think you know the answer to that question," Draco told him, "Pomfrey will probably make you stay over night."

"What reason did you give Poppy?" Dumbledore asked him.

"I said that Harry's an epileptic and he had a seizure."

"You what?" Harry asked.

"I said you were an epileptic. What reason could I give her? Madame Pomfrey, his scar was only hurting. If I said that she would probably ask what scar," Draco told him.

"Why did you say that? Why did you say I'm a epileptic?"

"What? You being prejudice?"

"No that's not it," Harry answered, "You've seen someone with a seizure and so have I. You're lucky no one in that room even knew or seen someone with a seizure before."

"What reason did you want me to give her? You are disturbed and dangerous?" Draco asked.

"Now you're quoting Reeta Skeeter. You do know that it's a mental disorder," Harry commented.

Draco let out a breath. Why was Harry making a big deal out of it? He was betting that most of the people out there don't even know what an epileptic is.

"Never mind. It's not a big deal," Harry said, "You do have a point. Sorry."

"Wow, the Great Harry Potter is apologizing to me," Draco said. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Can you tell Hermione I'm okay?" Harry asked him. Draco chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't worry I'll tell Hermione you're fine," Draco told him. He was still laughing when left.

Madame Pomfrey pulled the curtains and told the Headmaster that her patient had to rest. Dumbledore said good-bye to Harry and he left.

*_*_*_*_*

Draco walked into the common room and was greeted with a hug by Ginny.

"Hey, how's Hale?" Ginny asked. She would have referred to him as Harry, but there were people around them.

"He's already awake and he said he's okay." They walked to a couch and sat down.

"For Hermione's sake, I hope he is," Ginny said.

"Do you really think they like each other?" Draco asked, "I don't think it's a good idea to try to play matchmaker. You've got to admit that Hermione has been acting strangely."

"I guess," Ginny said.

"If they really like each other, then let them get together by themselves."

Ginny nodded, Draco did have a point. She also didn't want Hermione to get mad if she found out she's been meddling.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Harry quietly entered the common room. When he was sure that Madame Pomfrey was asleep, he left. He always hated being in the hospital wing. Usually Madame Pomfrey gives him a potion for sleep, but since he was in no pain she didn't give him anything. He was having a hard time sleeping and since there was no problem with him he thought that it didn't matter if he left for the night.

Harry was surprised to see a fire burning in the fireplace. He walked to the couch in front of the fireplace. As he walked closer he could recognize the person sitting in front of the fire as Hermione. He could recognize that bushy hair anywhere.

"Hey," Harry greeted her.

Hermione turned around and she looked surprise. The surprise was immediately washed away.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked blankly.

"What?"

Hermione stood up.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked louder.

"My name is Hale remember," Harry answered. What was wrong with her?

"You're lying."

"Hermione what are you talking about? Why would I lie to you?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should tell me. I know for a fact that you never went to Salem Academy. I have a friend attending Salem and she said that she never heard of a Haley Rooke."

Hermione walked around the couch and stood in front of him.

"Don't lie to me anymore. Tell me, who are you?"

Harry put his hand on her shoulder, "My name is Haley Rooke. I was born here in England. I moved to America when I turned ten and lived with my aunt and uncle. I've been living in America up until I came back here during the summer. That's the truth."

Hermione looked into his eyes, "Where did you learn to lie?"

"Ahh!" Harry paced around the room.

"What has gotten into you? Dumbledore trusts me, why shouldn't you?"

"Dumbledore has been known for keeping secrets."

"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know the truth."

Harry scoffed, "What kind of request is that?"

"I've been watching you. I've seen the way you look at Sirius. When you fight with him, your eyes look as if they're asking for forgiveness. You have so many similarities with him."

"With who?"

"With Harry."

Harry stared at her and he started laughing.

"Is that who you think I am? Harry Potter?"

"I never said Potter," Hermione said.

"What other Harry could it be? Harry Potter was your best friend. You were always with him when he was alive. You need to get over him!" Harry told her.

Hermione walked to him and slapped him.

"You don't know anything. I loved Harry. I loved him so much that it killed me to find out he died. I know who you are! Just tell me the truth. You owe me that much," Hermione yelled.

'Hermione loved me?' Harry thought.

"I still don't know what truth you're talking about," Harry told her. No one can find out. Look what happened with Katie when she found out. It took you two month to get her to talk to you.

"No one will know about you three. The only people that will know that you are alive are the five of us. Is that understood?" Dumbledore asked.

"I can't tell Ron or Hermione?" Harry asked.

"No," Dumbledore answered flatly.

"Admit it! Admit you're Harry! I know you are."

Harry walked towards her.

"Hermione, look at me. I. Am. Not. Harry. Potter. What proof do you have to make you think otherwise?"

"I saw your scar. You had a vision of Voldemort."

"What scar and what vision? I-I'm epileptic and like what Draco said I had a seizure. It's as simple as that."

"You said you played sports. They won't let you if you have epilepsy. I've seen someone with a seizure and what happened to you was nothing like it. You were in pain and clutching your forehead."

"Why is it so loud here?"

Hermione turned and saw Lukas walking down the stairs.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the Hospital Wing?" Draco asked Harry.

"I couldn't sleep there. It didn't feel like my bed in the dorm," Harry answered.

"What are you guys fighting about?" Draco asked.

Hermione looked at Lukas and back at Hale. Who did these two think they're fooling?

"Hermione, can you tell me? Hale there doesn't want to talk," Draco said.

Hermione stared at him. What is she supposed to tell him? She never did feel comfortable talking to him.

"She thinks I'm Harry Potter. Don't you think that's silly?" Harry asked Draco.

"Actually no."

Both Hermione and Harry turned to him.

"I mean think about it. You're a seeker and so was Potter. He was a Gryffindor and so are you. He has green eyes and you too. You do have a lot of things in common with him," Draco said. He turned to Hermione, "That doesn't mean that he is Harry though."

"Just tell her."

Ginny walked down the stairs and stood next to Draco.

"Just tell her guys," Ginny told them, "Can't you see that she won't stop until you admit it? Just tell her the truth, it's not like she is going to go to Voldemort."

Hermione stared at Ginny.

'What does she know?' Hermione thought.

Harry let out a breath, "You know Hermione, I'm actually surprised that it took you this long to figure it out."

"Congratulations Granger. The third person to figure it out after Goyle," Draco commented.

Ginny lightly punched him on the side and glared at him.

"So, are you Harry?" Hermione asked. Hale nodded. Hermione was having mixed feelings. Harry was alive and she didn't know what to do. Should she hug him or yell at him for keeping this from her? What would Harry think of her? She just told him that she loved him.

"You know, I wanted so badly to tell you and Ron about me. Now that I told you, I don't feel overjoyed. I actually regret telling you," Harry said.

Hermione stared at him. She could say the same thing. She would rather that she never found out. She could barely look at him now. She turned to Lukas.

"So does that mean that you're Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

"What makes you think I'm Draco?" Draco asked her.

"I guess I wasn't imagining it when Snape called you Draco."

"Then you are correct Ms. Granger. I am Draco Malfoy."

Ginny rolled her eyes at him. Hermione noticed that she didn't seem surprised at the news.

"You knew about this Ginny?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I've known even before I started dating Draco."

Hermione stared at her unbelievingly. How can Ginny like…no scratch that, love Draco Malfoy. The guy has been teasing the Weasleys about their money problem for as long as she could remember. He also got Ron in a lot of trouble back then. His father is the reason Ginny almost died in the Chamber of Secrets. He was horrible to everyone.

"Yes, Hermione. I still love Draco even though he is Malfoy," Ginny answered. Hermione was staring at Draco with hatred.

"I'm surprised she didn't say 'you killed Harry'!" Draco commented. Ginny stared up at him and Draco could see that she was trying to say sorry.

"What happened Harry? What happened two years ago?" Hermione questioned after Draco mentioned killing Harry.

Harry explained to Hermione what happened the day the Death Eaters invaded the Dursley's house. He told her how they got to America and that they lived as muggles. They never attended Salem Academy; they didn't even perform magic at all in the two year they were away. After he finished, everyone was silent.

"So what now?" Draco asked, breaking the silence.

Hermione stared at Harry and ran up the stairs.

Harry clenched his fist. He turned to Draco.

"I'm going to bed. What about you?" Harry asked.

*_*_*_*_*

"Ron, Ron wake up."

"Go away."

"Ron, it's Hermione."

Ron opened his eyes and was staring at Hermione. She was sitting next to him on his bed. The curtains were also drawn around the bed.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Ron whispered.

"I need to talk to you," Hermione whispered back.

Ron sat up and yawned. "What time is it?"

"Three o'clock."

"In the morning?" Ron asked and Hermione nodded. "Why did you wake me up? Is something wrong?"

"It's about Harry."

Ron was alarmed. Hermione hasn't mentioned Harry ever since they started dating. Why would she bring him up now?

Hermione was going to speak but she heard a tapping coming from the window. She pulled the curtains back a little and peeked out. She saw Draco walk to the window and open it. A black owl flew inside and landed on Draco's outstretched arm. Hermione's eyes widened when Ginny walked up to Draco. The two talked with each other. Ron also saw Ginny over Hermione's shoulder.

"Oh, just leave them. He's being summoned," Ron explained.

Hermione turned her head to look at Ron. "Did you know that Ginny was here?"

"Sure, she comes here everyday. I caught her one time. They don't do anything, Ginny promised. I'm not too happy with the arrangement. Everyone in this room knows about those two."

"You're not going to do anything?" Hermione asked. Ron shook his head. He did everything he could to get Rooke to stay away from Ginny, but nothing worked. He just gave up with it. He didn't think that Rooke should be with Ginny, but he realized that there was nothing he could do about it.

"What can I do? I already talked to Ginny about this and argued with her. Ginny and I also wrote to our mum. She wrote back to Ginny and sided with her. She said it was fine as long as they don't, you know. Dad wrote to Rooke about this. He wants to talk with him."

Ginny looked their way.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked. What is Hermione doing on Ron's bed? Is she going to tell him about Harry?

"Hermione you can't tell him," Ginny told her.

"Ginny, what's going on?" Draco asked, stepping next to her. He was already dressed Death Eater clothes. He turned to look at what Ginny was looking at and saw Hermione. He was going to say something but the mark on his arm was burning. He clutched the box with the Port Key and nodded at Ron. Ron nodded back. He knew about the routine involving Draco being summoned.

"Do you need help?" Draco asked Ginny.

"No, you should go," Ginny told him. Draco opened the box, touched the portkey and disappeared.

Ginny turned to Hermione, "Hermione, what are you doing on Ron's bed?"

"I should be asking you the same question about Lukas," Hermione replied.

"I can't answer that question. It's personal," Ginny answered. She thought that Draco wouldn't want her talking about his nightmares. He didn't even want to tell her. She just found out about them after Harry told her.

"Hermione, are you going to tell Ron?" Ginny asked.

"Tell me what?" Ron asked.

Ginny looked at him and saw that he was confused. Good, Ginny thought, he doesn't know yet.

"It's about Harry," Hermione repeated.

"Hermione, you can't!" Ginny protested.

"He deserves to know! All of us deserved to know about this."

"I know that."

Harry stepped next to Ginny. He was not able to sleep ever since he told Hermione the secret. When he heard Ginny yell he got up and stood in a corner watching her talk to Hermione.

"Rooke, why are you still awake? What are you even doing here?" Ron asked.

"Yes, you all deserved to know, but we can't tell them. The less people that know, the better. The element of surprise is always a good thing."

"He was your best friend! How could you do this to him and Sirius? They cared about you, Sirius thought of you as a son and you just forgot about them. You treated them as if they're nothing. You're so selfish!"

Harry clenched his fist. Did Hermione think that he didn't know that? She doesn't know how hard it was for him to keep this a secret. It killed him to be terrible to Sirius. Sometimes he feels as if he just wants to yell out the truth. She had not right to say all of that to him. She's the one that's being selfish.

Hermione saw that Harry looked angry. Maybe she shouldn't have said that to him.

"You don't know anything," Harry hissed.

"What's going on?" Ron asked.

"Do you want me to tell him?" Harry yelled. Ginny held Harry's arm.

"Shut up! We're trying to sleep," A voice yelled.

"Harry, calm down. Don't say anything you're going to regret," Ginny warned.

"Can you just tell me?" Ron asked.

For the first time in years, Harry looked directly at Ron's eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the door opened.

"Mr. Rooke! Is this were you have been all this time?" Professor McGonagall asked, with Madame Pomfrey beside her.

"I'm sorry professor, I couldn't sleep," Harry apologized.

"That much can be seen," Professor McGonagall commented. Then she saw Ginny and Hermione. "Ms. Weasley! What are you doing here? And Ms. Granger, as Head Girl I expected more from you. You two, go to your dorms. And Mr. Rooke, follow me to the hospital wing. Mr. Weasley to back to sleep. Twenty points off Gryffindor for girls being in the boy's dormitories."

Harry left the room followed by Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey.

"What did you want to tell me?" Ron asked.

"Harry's alive," Hermione answered. Ginny looked at her.

"Hermione…" Ron started.

"No, listen to me Ron. He's alive, believe me."

Ron looked at his sister and she nodded.

"But that can't be," Ron said. He looked at the door and a thought crossed his mind.

"Hale?" Ron asked.

"Yes. Ron don't tell anybody else about this," Hermione told him and she left the room.

Ginny walked to Ron. "Are you okay?"

Ron sat down on his bed.

"This is hard to believe. H-Hermione loved Harry. Maybe she's just imaging that Rooke is Harry. I mean think about it. She probably still hasn't gotten over him. When there's a possibility that someone you loved is still alive you'll want to believe anything." Ron looked up at Ginny. She was shaking her head.

"Ron, he is alive."

Ron stared at her. He didn't know what to think. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. Why did Hermione leave all of a sudden? She didn't even explain anything.

"I know it's hard to believe, but he really is alive."

"How could he do this Ginny? How could he lie to all of us?" Ron asked.

Ginny hugged her brother.

"Ron, he didn't want to do this. He didn't want to hurt you or Hermione."

"How could he take Hermione from me?"

"Ron, don't say that."

Ron got up. "He was my best friend and he stabbed me in the back!"

Ginny got up and glared at him. "What are you talking about? He didn't take Hermione from you. He didn't mean for this to happen. He had not control over any of this. Not everything is about you! You…you…I don't know why I even bother. Just don't tell anyone."

Ginny left the room and Ron stared after her. He fell back on his bed and put his face on his hands. What was he thinking? Harry…he would never stab him. Why did this have to happen? No matter what way he thought of it, Harry always had a fault. If Harry never 'died' everything would have been different. He ruined their friendship. Hermione cried because of Harry and he hated him for that. He also hated him for pushing him in the spotlight. With Harry gone Ron got the attention he always wanted, but after a while he hated being in it. All his faults, his mistakes were brought to everyone's attention. Whenever he lost a Quidditch match, everyone always brought it down on him. There were always saying that if Harry were alive, they never would have lost.

Now that Harry's back, Hermione went to him. Hermione never talked to Ron anymore. She always spent her time with Harry now. She sat next Harry all the time and Ron was jealous. Harry…everything was about Harry.

*_*_*_*_*_*

"Lukas, I hope the owl got to you with no trouble," Lucius greeted him.

"Good morning sir," Draco replied. He looked at his surroundings. He was inside a dark room. There was a fireplace and a group assembled in the middle of the room. He looked out the window and saw that the moon was full.

Lucius patted him on the back.

"Come on. We can't leave the master waiting," Lucius told him. Draco nodded and they walked to the circle. Draco stood next to his father in the group. Voldemort was standing in the middle of the group.

"Good morning Mr. Rooke," Voldemort said.

"Good morning master."

Voldemort walked around the circle to look at everyone.

"There is a reason I have called you all here. It has been brought to my attention that there is a spy in our midst. A traitor. If it is one of you step forward now!"

Draco stared at Voldemort. He knew that Voldemort was talking about him. There was no way that Voldemort would even know it is him. He wondered how he found out about it. No one stepped forward. Draco wasn't stupid enough to do so.

"No one?" Voldemort questioned, "Whoever you are missed your chance for a light punishment."

Draco wanted to scoff. Light punishment? Betrayal wasn't anything considered light.
Turning your back on the dark lord results in death and more. Your family would also be hunted and killed. He once heard someone saying that once a person enters the Dark Lord's circle they don't turn back. The person didn't know that those who did were killed. Draco knew many people who regretted joining Voldemort, but they were too scared to leave.

"All of you leave except for Mr. Rooke."

Everyone left except for Lucius and Draco. They were wondering who was spying on them. They felt sorry for the person. They were sure that the Dark Lord would make him suffer before killing him.

After the door was closed and the last person left Voldemort turned to Draco.

"I have heard that you are with the Weasley girl. With the source I got this information, I am not sure whether to believe it or dismiss it. Is it true?" Voldemort asked him.

"Yes master. I am with the Weasley girl," Draco answered.

Voldemort rubbed his chin at this.

"What is your intent? Your purpose?" Voldemort asked.

"To get information master," Draco answered. He didn't think that saying that he loved Ginny would do anything good. If they knew, they would know his weakness. His father always told him to conceal his weakness from everyone. If the enemy knows, then you already lost.

Voldemort paced in front of him. After a minute of silence he turned back to Draco.

"Good. Get all the information you could get from her. Do just that, make sure that you don't…develop feelings for her. There is someone I would like you to meet. She is not here yet, she will come during the winter. Reserve your feelings for her and only her. Do not get involved any more than you already are with the Weasley girl. I will tell you more when the time comes. Lucius, tell him the rest," Voldemort said and he left the room.

Lucius put a hand on Lukas' shoulder. He could see that the boy was hiding something. He was sure that Lukas does have some feelings for the Weasley. He felt sorry for him.

"You have feelings for her," Lucius said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"I do not know what you are talking about Mr. Malfoy," Draco told him.

Lucius squeezed Draco's shoulder. He knew that the boy would never admit his feelings for the girl. He would risk many things by doing so. The girl was on the opposing side. If other people find out, his loyalty would be questioned.

Lucius walked in front of Draco. He reached in his robe, took out a letter and gave it to Draco.

"Master would like you to stay at the manor, Malfoy Manor for Winter Break. There you will be trained. You…you will also meet the girl Master has paired for you," Lucius explained. He waited for a reaction from Lukas, but he got none. The boy's face was like stone. There was no expression.

"What do I have to do with the girl?" Draco asked.

"I cannot say. When the time comes, Master will tell you."

"Do you know?"

"Yes. Lukas, what you have to do…it may ruin things with you and the Weasley. No matter how many time you deny having any feelings for her, your actions speak other wise. Do you know that you were clenching your fists and jaw? My son was like you. He was always bad at hiding his feelings from me. I could read him like an open book and I could do the same with you," Lucius told him.

Draco stared straight into his father's eyes. "Your son…I don't want to open any wounds, but could you tell me what happened to him?"

"He died, that is all there is to say."

"I am sorry," Draco said. What was I thinking, he thought. He couldn't figure out if his father was ashamed of him or if he mourned for him.

"Sir, do you know what I'm thinking of right now?" Draco asked.

"Lukas, I can only read your feelings, your actions. I cannot read minds."

Draco nodded. I love you father, he thought. I want you to know that I care about you.

Draco felt sorry for his father. He knew that the man was alone. He had no other family left. Except for the people in Narcissa's side, but those people lived in France. His father was never happy. Draco doesn't know how many times he has seen his father get drunk because of his mother. The man already had enough problems with the ministry breathing down his neck and his wife added to his problems. Narcissa never did anything to help the man she married. Draco saw that she actually enjoyed seeing Lucius suffering. Whenever his father got sick he was the one to nurse him back to health. If Draco didn't do it, the house elves took care of his father.

Lucius studied the boy in front of him. He could see that Lukas was deep in thought about something. He wanted the know what made the boy choose that path he did. There were times when Lucius regretted bringing Draco into the mess that killed him. During the summers Lucius would eat breakfast and he would wait for Draco to come bursting through the door to the dining room, late as usual. Lucius would wait for his son to scold him for his tardiness. After an hour, Lucius would realize that his son was gone. He would be sitting at the table by himself, be in a room, alone.

"I'm sorry sir. My mind wandered off," Draco apologized.

Lucius shook his head. "It is all right. You should return to Hogwarts before someone notices that you are gone."

Draco nodded. "Sir, if you need help I am here."

Lucius chuckled. "I remember saying the same thing to you. Here."

Lucius handed him a box. Draco immediately knew that it was a portkey.

"It should get you to the forbidden forest."

Draco stared at him. The forbidden forest? That was so close to the castle.

"Are there any plans to invade Hogwarts?" Draco asked.

"No. We cannot do that. You are probably wondering how we got a portkey to pinpoint the forest. You don't know how vast the Forbidden Forest is. It is nearly impossible to secure every inch of the place. Dumbledore knows we could get in the forest. That is why he has formed alliances with the creatures of that place. Take care when you are walking through it," Lucius warned him.

Draco opened the box and stared at the gum wrapper inside. He nodded once at his father and touched the wrapper.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Ginny lay awake in her bed. She still couldn't believe what Ron said to her. How could she think that Harry would do that to him? She sighed. What was Ron supposed to think anyway? Ginny could say that she knows how he feels. When Draco told her the truth she was angry at him. She was angry at the fact that she fell for Draco Malfoy. After a week, she realized that she wasn't as angry as she thought she was. Maybe the same thing will happen with Ron. He may be in shock at first, but after he thinks about it for a while he'll be fine. Ginny shook her head. Ron was a completely different person, his way of thinking is not the same as hers.

Ginny heard the door open.

"Ginny?"

She recognized the voice. She pulled the curtains back and looked out. When she saw Draco, she got off her bed and rushed to him. She pulled him into a hug and rested her head on his chest.

"Do you miss me?" Draco asked.

Ginny stood on her toes and kissed him on the chin.

"Is that a yes?"

Ginny nodded and she took his hand and pulled him towards her bed. When she sat down she got a good look at Draco.

"Draco, come on. Someone might see you," Ginny told him. She saw that he was still in the Death Eater clothes. Draco sat on her bed next to her. He pulled the curtains around the bed. Draco took off his shoes and moved to the middle of the bed.

"It's kind of small here for two people," Draco commented.

"I've never noticed before. You know, with you here your bed seems larger," Ginny told him. "Draco? Are you all right? Did something happen?"

"I talked with my father," Draco answered, "Don't worry, nothing bad happened. I wasn't sure if things are okay with your brother so I didn't bother going to my dorm. All my clothes are there. Do you mind if I sleep here today? Hermione knows I'm here, she didn't seem to care."

"Really?" Ginny asked and Draco nodded. Hermione finding out about Harry must have impacted her a lot. Hermione was one of the biggest supporters of the no boys in the girls' dorm rule.

Draco loosened the collar of his shirt. Ginny saw what he did.

"Are you going to sleep in those clothes?" Ginny asked.

"Unless you don't mind me sleeping in my boxer, yes," Draco answered.

"Oh…um…I have some of my brothers' old clothes. Some of them might fit you," Ginny told him. She left the bed and went to her drawers. Draco started to take off his clothes. He unclasped the fastening on his robe, he took it off and neatly folded it. Next he started unbuttoning his shirt and he slipped out of it.

"I hope you don't mind wearing a Chudley Cannons shirt. It's the biggest…" Ginny trailed off when she saw him. She blushed, pushed the clothes into his arms and turned around.

Draco picked up the shirt and held it out.

"It's so…orange. Thank you," Draco said. The pulled the shirt over his head. He looked at the last thing he was holding. It was a pair a gray sweatpants. He scowled, who would wear gray and orange together? He shook his head and chuckled. He has never really thought about what he wore until today. Usually he just picks clothes from the wardrobe and changes into them. Most of his clothes are black and gray so it doesn't matter what he pairs together.

Ginny turned around when she thought Draco was finished changing. Just when she thought she stopped blushing, the redness came back to her cheeks. Draco looked up at her and smiled. She couldn't believe that he was enjoying making her nervous.

"Can you put on the pants please?" Ginny asked him. Draco chuckled and did as she asked.

Draco pulled Ginny into his arms.

"Do you think your brother and Hermione are going to be okay?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I gather that she told your brother," Draco said. Ginny nodded.

"I wonder what's going to happen now," Ginny said.

"We'll just have to wait and see."

A/N: Okay that's all. Sorry it took so long, I had a bad case of writer's block. The next chapter my take some time to get out. Only two more weeks of school and finals are next week.

Thank you's: I want to thank everyone that reviewed. You guys are the best. Special thanks to my beta. You know who you are.

Next chapter: Ron finally comes to term about what he really feels about Harry being alive. He speaks to his former best friend. Draco and Ginny may have a road block in their relationship when more things from his past finally catches up with him. Also, will Hermione and Harry get together?