The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again...
Chapter Twenty
Harry and Professor Snape noticed each other at about same time. Both strode across the room, making a veeline for the other.
"Professor, I believe we need to talk about something." Harry commented.
"Davison. I think we have some urgent matters to discuss." Snape said icily. Both comments were spoken at the same time. Snape blinked twice. Stunned that Harry Potter had matters that he WANTED to discuss with him.
"Where should we talk?" Harry asked
"My office." Snape responded, keeping his usual aura of hostility.
Both of them walked speedily through the halls of the school, not speaking a word. Only when Snape had closed his office door, locked it, and soundproofed the room so their voices wouldn't carry did they speak.
"How about a simple question game?" Snape proposed. "You ask a question, I ask a question."
"Sounds fair. You ask first." Harry replied.
"Why haven't you told Dumbledore who you are?" Snape demanded.
"I didn't want anyone to know." Harry responded. "What tipped you off?"
"Your disregard for rules and ability to bring about suspicious and odd situations." Snape answered. "Then why do your friends know?"
"Hermione discovered me. And I can't perform a proper memory charm." Harry replied. "If I can convince you, will you agree not to tell Dumbledore?"
"I- What? Why?" Snape spluttered.
"Not your turn to ask questions." Harry told the professor.
"Very well. What can be so important not to tell the most powerful good wizard in the world your whereabouts?" Severus said, his voice laced with Sarcasm.
"OK. One, Dumbledore doesn't need distractions from what he's doing for the side of light. Two, the less people who know the safer I am. Three, Dumbledore would tell the entire order, which creates the possibility of loose tongues. Four, He has been using too much of his energy trying to protect me. Five, you still know, meaning if something bad happens you could still tell him. Six, we can feed him information through you about my visions. And seven, I can't remember anything of my past, meaning he might be tempted by trying to shelter me again. Last time he did a valuable member of the order died, and Voldemort almost killed both of us."
Snape sat silently for a moment.
"You really thought this over." He commented, giving Harry a look he couldn't quite place.
"Yes." Harry replied.
"I'll think on it." Snape said.
"Oh, and here is everything I saw of the meeting in my vision tonight." Harry added, handing Snape a roll of parchment. "It's your choice what happens."
Harry left the room, leaving a completely stunned professor in his wake.
'Why was I so forward with him?' Harry thought as he headed back towards the Great Hall. 'And that look he gave me... was that...respect?'
There were about four dozen people left in the hall. They were mostly sixth and seventh years. Even most of the teachers had gone up to bed. Professor Flitwick had put a charm on his violin so that it continued to play, but Fawkes was still on his perch, his pleasant music filling the room. Though Professor McGonnagall looked like she was about to drop where she stood, she continued to play her saxophone with as much energy as ever.
Harry didn't need to sleep, being a vampire. In fact, he couldn't sleep. But he hadn't fed himself since before the dance, so he would have to go out to the forest in awhile. However he decided to stay and watch everyone else. When you spent every night awake and alone, seeing people awake excited you. Even if you didn't really know the people who were there.
Around 3:30 in the morning, the last of the people left the hall. Harry walked out onto the grounds while everyone else headed towards their common rooms. He walked idly past Hagrid's hut and into the forest.
About fifty feet in, Harry spotted a sleeping deer. Harry crept up on it and drank some of it's blood. Definitely not enough to kill it. Now trhat he had a full stomach, Harry opted to finish his homework off in the Slytherin Common Room. He still had that essay on Polyjuice Potions to finish for Snape.
Harry's mind wandered as he headed towards the common room. 'What was that power the mer-woman spoke of? What power did she give me? And why me? Why did they send Wormtail to kill Dumbledore? They should've known he would get caught...'
Harry realized he had already reached the common room. Harry picked a log up out of its rack and tossed it into the glowing red coals of the fire. He drew his wand, and summoned his backpack from his room. 'Not enough light to do homework.' Harry thought, and removed a torch from a bracket in the wall, and lit it in the fireplace. Then he returned the torch to its bracket.
It only took about ninety minutes to finish his homework, so he decided to study the Animagus book Professor McGonnagall had given him. He found that he could complete all of the exercises in the book. (Like lengthening your fingers, making your hair grow longer or shorter without a wand.)
Harry looked at his watch. 5:00am. Time to start getting ready. Harry went back out onto the grounds and saw a beautiful sunrise. He fed himself again, and went back to the common room. He hopped into the shower, mulling over what power the Oracle had given him. (The Merfolk called their leader the 'Oracle.')
Feeling curious, Harry decided to try something to reveal his power. He hoped it was something cool.
"Power of the Oracle. I invoke you!" Harry said in a commanding tone. Nothing happened. Harry didn't give up easily. "Power of the Oracle. I activate you!" Still there was nothing. "Power of the Oracle. Awaken!" Again, there was no effect.
Harry used nearly fifty variations of that phrase and was about to give up, when he got an odd idea. 'I need to unlock the power right?' he thought. 'So what better than the unlocking charm?' Harry wondered.
Harry left the shower, and changed into clean clothes. He grabbed his wand and tapped it to his chest and said "Alohamora!" Surprisingly enough, it worked.