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Chapter 3: The Liars, the Lied-To, and Friends
Dumbledore then gave a welcoming hand-gesture to Harry as if to tell him to sit at the table.
"But Professor, I'm not in…"
He was cut off, "I had realized that you weren't in the Order very well, Harry. That is why I decided you need to be included. Everything concerns yourself, either way. So it is only best if you can help us as we help you. Now Harry, please, take a seat."
"Does that mean that I'm…"
Again he was cut off. "Yes, Harry, you are very well within the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix. Until you are of age, unfortunately, you cannot be in the Order. It would be convenient, however, if you do not reveal this information to your friends for the time being. Now, please take a seat."
Harry took a seat in the open chair next to Mr. Weasley. Dumbledore then started talking.
"Now, as I understand, the mole has to be from my own troupe. However, this knowledge has just reinforced my thoughts in the fact that even the most trusted can be fooled. Someone within the Order here, in Britain, came in this house with an obedient dementor, which I may mention is impossible to find these days. The mole left the dementor here, knowing full well that Harry Potter here was to arrive today. Unfortunately, the only possible witness to these attacks has died." Harry couldn't help but feel happy that the one who lied and may as well have caused his Godfather's death had died. "Of course, I will find who this mole is, and he or she shall be dealt with accordingly. But I have brought you all here to inform you to tighten your bonds within your associations. I have a feeling Voldemort (Harry noticed most of the table's occupants shift uncomfortably at this last word) is starting to gain affiliates throughout the world, and we can only hope our attempts in unifying throughout the world can help put a stop to his spread. I thank you all for coming here, and remember, you must only trust those who trust you."
Harry wondered why Dumbledore really brought all these strange men here. What he had just said was something most could figure out on their own accord. Perhaps Harry had missed the real point of their attendance while he was sleeping? While contemplating on that thought, the guests got up and started to apparate every few seconds, until Harry, Dumbledore, Lupin, Shacklebolt, and the Weasleys were left Harry.
"Sorry Dumbledore, I have to get back to the Ministry. Fudge should be resigning shortly, from what I hear. Good luck finding the mole" Shacklebolt said. He apparated and left the 5 sitting in the kitchen, a little curious after Shacklebolt's comment.
Harry forgot completely the fact that Fudge was hugely embarrassed by what had happened a few weeks ago right under his face. Surely Fudge would resign out of embarrassment. But who would fill in for him? Once more, Harry's thoughts shifted to Prince Ivory.
"Profess…er..I mean Albus, where is Pr…"
For the third time that night, he was cut off by Dumbledore, "Professor Snape, Harry, is out doing what he needs to do for the Order. Now I need to talk to you about a few things Harry. Come with me into the other room, if you please."
Starting to get a bit annoyed with Dumbledore cutting him off all the time, he walked, a bit grudgingly, to the room Dumbledore now traveled to. Harry had never been in this room before. It looked a bit like a living room, except that there was a big throne-looking chair at the opposite side of the room. Dumbledore took a seat in a rather overlarge stuffed chair, and motioned for Harry to sit on the chair next to him.
As Harry sat down, Dumbledore started, "Now Harry. I realize most of the times we talk, I have either insightful or otherwise praiseful words to share with you. However, I have to tell you, the reason I come here today is not to speak insightful or praiseful words. I have come to warn you Harry. Voldemort has acquired the aide of wizards throughout the world, as I'm sure you heard earlier. But Voldemort also possesses control over quite a few dangerous legions of creatures. To ready you for all of these threats, Harry, I have brought in the only person in this world who can possibly help you learn how to use the power that you have been blessed with. I presume you two have already met. Correct?"
"You mean Prince Ivy? Yeah, we've met. Where is he?"
"Enough with that prince rubbish. His name is Ivory" replied Dumbledore.
"Oh father, I hate that name!" replied Prince Ivy as he stepped out from under an invisibility cloak.
Dumbledore chuckled as he walked over to his son and embraced him fatherly. It was quite awkward to Harry. He had never seen Dumbledore act this way. One pressing thought was on Harry's mind though, and he wanted to ask Dumbledore about it…alone.
"Um…Professor…oh fine Albus, can I talk about something with you? Um…er…alone?" he finished looking at Prince Ivy, a little reproachful at what he had just said.
"As you wish Harry. Please Ivory, wait outside the door." said Dumbledore
With these words, Prince Ivy exited, and Dumbledore turned to Harry, "What is it that you inquire, Harry? It seems you are in very good spirits, compared to a few weeks ago."
With just a twinge of the ever-present guilt, Harry started, "I have a few things. First of all, your son; why does he call himself a Prince all the time? And what exactly is he supposed to teach me? You said yourself the power I have can only be unleashed by me, not someone else."
"Well Harry, I will start by saying there was a prophecy made…" he was interrupted by Harry.
"Prince…er..I mean Ivory already told me how a prophecy called him the 'Prince of the Half-Bloods'. But he isn't really a prince, is he? That would make you a king, right?"
"That is only half-correct Harry. My son is considered a prince, only because his mother was, by her bloodline, a queen. You may be surprised to find that, after Slytherin had left Britain in search of followers to his cause, Godric Gryffindor was pronounced king of the British Isles, which now consist mostly of Britain, Ireland, Wales, and Scotland. However, most believed that all heirs of Gryffindor had died. This was in fact not true. Ivory's mother, Tyraela, was the last heir. She had a baby, who should be crowned prince, once all of his possible assassins are dealt with."
Dumbledore paused, took in a breath and continued, "Onto your question of what he is to teach you, I must tell you my history. Ivory's mother, Tyraela, was killed by Grindlewald, Harry, who, as you may know, I fought ages ago and defeated. At that time I was just an average Hogwarts professor (Harry quite doubted he was average). However after he took away my…excuse me Harry." Dumbledore looked at the floor for a minute, the looked back up at Harry, shaking his head, "When Grindlewald killed Tyraela, I vowed to have vengeance for my dear son, Ivory. He was far too young for this to happen. Upon my journey to track down Grindlewald, I found an encampment of ancient looking people in Scotland. After proving to be wizards, I found out they were a very ancient tribe of Merlin, called the Welzjairs. They showed me ancient books of spells and stories of ancient magic, which they told me was the only way to defeat the 'Evil Ones', as they called him. Once they taught me the spells and stories, they proceeded to tell me of the magical power they called 'Foluscizar'."
Harry shifted in his seat. He felt as if his brain had never been more attentive. He felt a bit uneasy, as he did not like all of the mention of ancient magic and myths.
Seeing Harry's overwhelmed look, Dumbledore stopped with his story for a second, and said, "All of what I have just told you is what you shall learn from Ivory. There is no need for me to trouble you with it now. Now did you have any more questions, Harry?"
Harry highly doubted that Dumbledore would help, much less approve what Harry was about to suggest. But he tried anyway.
"Professor, well when I got here, well…" he found it difficult to portray to Dumbledore what he was trying to say. He looked at the floor, shook his head, and looked at Dumbledore again, "Well, sir, Phineas Nigellus told me that there was a way that I could talk to…well actually he said there was a way that Sirius could come out of that black veil. And um…well is that true?"
Harry was again getting that excited, giddy feeling in his stomach. Dumbledore thought for a moment, and then answered Harry, "Phineas is quite right that there is a possibility, Harry, but you have to understand that what would or could happen is very unpredictable. Since the only people to actually escape the veil's pull were ghosts and Voldemort, it's highly improbable…."
Adopting Dumbledore's habit of interrupting him, Harry interjected, "But it's possible, right!"
"Of course. But Harry, we cannot just waltz into the Department of Mysteries! They are still recovering from the damage that Voldemort's followers caused a few weeks ago. I'm sorry Harry, but for right now I cannot let you pursue this. The veil's secrets and mysteries are not even known by the most educated Unspeakables in Britain." Seeing the devastated face of Harry, Dumbledore said, "There are other ways, perhaps. But now is not the time to discuss them." Dumbledore raised his left wrist and looked at a complicated watch, only to say, "Harry I'm sorry. I must go. My inquiries for the mole have to start very soon, and I need to coordinate what we are going to do. I will speak with you on this matter soon."
Harry looked sullenly at Dumbledore, muttered an okay, just as Dumbledore pulled Harry upright out of his seat, and stated, "All hope is not lost Harry. There are other ways to connect to one that's lost. Now I must go, be careful!"
Dumbledore exited with a crack, and he was left in the room alone. After a few minutes of silence, Harry sat on the couch, a little perturbed at the predicaments. He now had to apparently learn ancient magic that would vanquish Voldemort, which he presumed would not be as easy as a levitating charm. Also he had to deal with the oddest person in the world, perhaps on a daily basis. Harry thought that the only way to remedy the horrible past few weeks would be if he could speak with his friends again.
Although he did not show it to them at the end of the year, he deeply confided in his friends. He realized the last 2 weeks just how much he needed them. Realizing how much of a jerk he had been, he decided to write a letter. The only letters he had written the past few weeks were to Moody confirming he was perfectly fine sitting in his room doing nothing.
Harry exited the room to find Prince Ivy sitting on a kitchen chair, apparently smoking his wand. He had the tip in his mouth and orange-colored smoke was coming out the other end. Harry shook his head and ran up the stairs to his old room.
Realizing all of his stuff was still in Privet Drive, he swore loudly and slowly walked the rest of the journey to his room. As he opened the door, he was pleasantly surprised by his owl, Hedwig, and all of his belongings which now littered the once vacant floor.
Glad to find a friend he had had his entire wizarding life, he patted Hedwig affectionately. She closed her eyes soothingly and his fingers caressed her beautiful white feathers on her head. He then said to Hedwig, "I have been such a jerk to my friends. I'm surprised they don't just leave me off by myself. I suppose it is because they are great friends then, right?"
Harry's owl hooted in approval, and Harry went over to grab a bit of parchment. He decided to apologize to his friends for his actions. He knew they were a bit scared after how he had acted at the end of the school year, but since he was not so pessimistic about life anymore, he knew he can't carry his gloom everywhere he goes.
He grabbed his quill and wrote 2 letters. He looked each over carefully. First he read his letter to Hermione
Dear Hermione,
I'm really sorry for not answering your letters sooner. I was a bit caught up with myself and I was being selfish. I'm sorry for not being a good friend. You were, and are, as good a friend as anyone can find, and probably the cleverest at that. I hope we can meet soon, as I am not at my usual summer palace anymore.
I'm sure when I see you next I can fill you in on all these events of the past few days, which I must say are very big. You don't have to be scared of me anymore, Hermione.
Your best friend,
Harry Potter
Satisfied, he folded up the parchment and looked at his other letter, addressed to Ron:
Dear Ron,
Hey mate. I realize how much of a jerk I've been to you the past year. I'm sorry mate. I really hope we can be the best of friends from this point on. Forget how I acted last year. Some of the recent events have put my life into perspective for me, and it is time for me to fix my relations with my best mate.
When I see you next, I can fill you in on all the goings-on of the past few days, which I assure you could fill a story book or two. See you soon.
Your best friend,
Harry Potter
Also satisfied with this letter, he folded it and sealed it. He then thought to himself for a second, and picked up a third piece of parchment. After he finished writing, it read:
Dear Sirius,
If you can read this, then I just want you to know that I am going to have you back home very soon. It's my fault for what happened to you, and once you get back I'm going to make it up to you. Just please, come back. Please.
Love,
Harry
After writing this particular letter, a tear escaped Harry's eye and splattered on the parchment. He wiped his face and just sat and thought for a moment about what could happen in the future. Harry decided he did not care if these letters were intercepted. No new information was revealed, he concluded, so he folded up the letter to Sirius.
Harry called Hedwig over, and picked up the letter to Ron and Hermione, tied it to her leg, and then said to her, "Hedwig this letter is important. I need you to bring it Sirius. You have to find him. I know you will."
He patted her on as he opened the window, and she flew away on to the horizon. Exhausted after a rather large day, he laid down on his bed. His stomach growled and yelled with hunger, but he decided sleep was better. He laid his head on his pillow, and within minutes, he was fast asleep…
Only one couple was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died away from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch…
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.
Harry ran to the other side of the veil only to see Sirius lying on the dais on his back. Sirius then jumped up, wincing through pain, ran to Harry, and said, "Come on Harry we have to go!"
The two ran up the huge steps of the chamber, went to the door, and opened the door to find themselves in a very ancient looking room, full of carvings of symbols Harry had never seen. Sirius took Harry's arm and led him over to the symbols on the wall.
"Harry! Look! Dumbledore and all of them don't know what they are saying. Look at me! I'm here! Talking to you! Even if it's a dream, I can still talk to you! Listen, I have heard rumors from some of the connections I have to the living world that you are going to try and swap my spirit with a ghost's. It isn't that easy! You see all these symbols? Grindlewald visited this room after he heard of the coming of a new evil lord after his fall. This room is the key to resurrection. Grindlewald inscribed all of the methods he found out on how to become immortal, and how to cheat the veil. He wrote most of it down on a few tablets of stone. Only problem is, Dumbledore got rid of him before he could finish it. You see Harry, if you can bring me back, I can be our secret weapon!"
"But I don't want you to die again!" cried Harry.
"There are ways for me to cheat death Harry. All you need to do is find this book. Now lets go play quidditch!"
The two of them grabbed broomsticks off the sides of the cavern and went outside of the cave, only to find Hogwart's quidditch pitch leering them into the distance. Ron then walked up to Harry, only to say, "Hurry Harry! Sirius is our new chaser! The game is starting! We're playing Team You-Know-Who!"
Quite suddenly, Harry woke up, only to find that Prince Ivy, back to regular dressings, but back in his young disguise, sitting in a chair by the door, stopped over with sleep.
Harry sat up on the edge of his bed and tried to go over what he had dreamt. Apparently, Grindlewald had written guides to the next evil lord on how to be resurrected and immortal, but Harry forgot if he had been told where to find them. 'Didn't Sirius say he could be my weapon or something?' Harry thought.
Going against his ailing desire to go back to sleep and try to go back to his dream, his hunger took over. He went out of the door, down the stairs, and to the kitchen, where he found Mrs. Weasley sleepily making some toast and eggs.
"Hi, Harry dear! I'm making some breakfast. What would you like, eggs? Toast? Perhaps some bacon?"
"Everything, please, Mrs. Weasley." Harry's hunger guided his words.
She turned to the food with a smile on her face, and said, "I hope your happy to know that Fred and George are dropping by today? They fancied a visit! They asked themselves."
A bit of guilt collided with feelings of surprise at her casual mention of Fred and George.
"Oh, really? That's great news! When are they coming?" Harry asked.
"Around mid-day. Their business is doing very well! I just wanted to thank you Harry for making them realize what they dreamed! I couldn't have done it myself. With all of my nonsense with conforming to each other….ahh forget it. Here you are!"
She presented him with a full plate of breakfast. Harry took the plate and hungrily and a bit sloppily scarfed down all in sight.
"Oh my! When was the last time you rightfully ate honey? Did those muggles treat you bad? I hear that they had to be exiled for trouble with other muggles, right? Serves them right, how could they treat a human being like they did?" she finished with a rhetorical question that Harry itched to answer with 'Because they aren't human'.
Harry couldn't help but feel grateful that Mrs. Weasley was his motherly figure. She was so nice to him, and said what he thought much of the time. Although she was a bit disciplinary with her family, she treated Harry just right and he respected her hugely for that. She was the first person to treat him as a son in his whole life.
"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry looked at her with soft eyes.
"Yes Harry? What is it? Are your eggs cold?" she looked at him worried that something was wrong.
Harry got up and put his arms out to embrace Mrs. Weasley. "Thanks. For everything. You're the closest thing to a mum I can ever and will ever have. Thanks for being there for me."
She took him in, and quite randomly, Harry began to sob into her shoulder. It seemed the tower of optimism that had been in construction for the past 2 days now wobbled with the tsunami of his old grief of the past events of last year. The two of them stood there for a minute or two, as Harry calmed down.
"Oh Harry. It has all been my pleasure. Don't worry. I will always be here for you." she said as she smiled at him warmly.
Harry couldn't help but go back to his optimistic reverie of the past few days as he heard Mrs. Weasley's words. He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed that he had just broken down on his best friend's mom. Mrs. Weasley saw this look and said, "Don't worry Harry, you can come and talk to me about anything. I won't tell anyone else. I promise." she ended this sentence with a hug, as she turned, and made here way to the door.
"Now, Harry dear, I have to go back to the house and make breakfast for Ginny and Ron. I'm sure Ron will be visiting soon. Someone will be in very shortly to hold up your guard. Oh, come here you!"
She walked over to Harry and gave him a motherly hug, and then proceeded a few feet and then apparated.
Harry mulled around the house for a bit, all the while racking his brain for what he remembered of his dream. He decided to write all that he found out down, so he would not forget. Striding into his room, he accidentally ran into a man he totally forgot was in the house.
"Oy! Sorry Prince…er…Ivory…Well what do you want me to call you?" he said a bit flustered that his procession had been stopped.
"Prince Ivy would be fine, Harry! Do you need anything? Food, advice, a person to talk to?" said Prince Ivy pompously, reminding Harry a bit of Dobby, the old House Elf.
"No, I'm perfectly fine. Can you excuse me for a bit? I…um…have to write some stuff down."
Harry couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed with the strange man now blocking his access to the rest of the room.
"Surely, Harry, surely. I'll be right outside the door if you need me!"
Puffing out his chest, and reminding Harry uncannily of Percy Weasley, Prince Ivy exited the room.
As soon as he was out of the room, Harry closed the door and rushed over to the parchment now littered about his bedstand. He kneeled on the floor, dipped his quill, and wrote on the parchment what he remembered. Knowing this document will be very important in his quest to resurrect Sirius, he checked it over carefully, trying to rethink what he remembered. The parchment read:
Background and How-To Get Sirius Back
-Grindlewald wrote books on how to become immortal and cheat death for next dark lord (Voldemort)
-The books are the key to rightfully getting Sirius back
-I can talk with Sirius in my sleep
Harry smiled at this last comment. He knew he was going to sleep much easier now-a-days. He continued to read:
-If Sirius comes back, he will be immortal
Harry wasn't sure if the last part he had written was right, but he could have sworn he remembered it. For the next 10 minutes, Harry racked his brain for all he could remember of the dream. Knowing he had found out more in his dream, he left the list unfinished, and folded it and put it carefully in his trunk. As he pulled his hand out the trunk, he saw a huge gash on his hand.
"What the?" Harry wondered as to what caused the gash on his hand.
He leaned in closer to the trunk, only to find the remnants of the mirror that Sirius had given him last year. Harry grabbed for his wand, only to remember that magic of any kind was in penalty of expulsion. Realizing this, he wondored as to why he hadn't got in trouble for the Patronus he had tried to conjure the day before. Sighing, he remembered that someone perfectly capable of performing legal magic was waiting right outside the door.
"Hey Prince Ivy! Can you fix this for me?" he shouted at the door.
The Prince entered, with a concerned look in his eyes as he said, "What ails you, Mr. Potter?"
"Can you fix this for me", he asked as he pointed to the remnants of the broken mirror.
"Surely, Mr. Potter! If I may ask, what is this mirror for?"
"No you may not ask!" Harry answered, still not comfortable with this new fellow.
"Alright Mr. Potter, please calm down. This is an enchanted mirror, correct?"
With a nod of his head, the Prince closed his eyes for a second, brandished his wand, and said, "Reparelom!"
The shards of glass flew together, and a red hue was given off of the mirror for a moment after it was repaired, looking much to the effects of the blue color of an item when it is changed to a portkey.
"Um…thanks." said Harry, a bit curious by the way the mirror had glowed red.
"No problem. Anything else the worry?" he asked with a hopeful look in his eye.
"No, everything is fine. Well…no. Everything's perfectly fine" he said as he had decided not to tell anyone about his dreams yet.
"Alright. I'm damn starving! I'll go make some lunch. Would you like any?" asked Prince Ivy.
"No, I'm fine for right now. I reckon I'll be down in a bit thought."
"Alright. My father always said if I wasn't in secrecy I could have become a wizard cook. But ah, that's another story. Good day."
Harry nodded at him as he exited. He couldn't help but sense the way this man had a tendency to always make him smile. He was weird, yes. Very weird. But he had a knack for finding the good in the moment. From that point, Harry decided that the man had finally won his respect. And he won an apology from Harry.
Realizing the time of day, and the fact that the Weasley twins would soon open the door to a total stranger, Harry raced downstairs to relay the news to Prince Ivy.
"Prince Ivy! The Weasley twins…." he stopped as he looked around the kitchen. There was nothing except a bowl stirring itself, something he had seen the summer previous, in the Burrow.
Prince Ivy then revealed himself by pulling of his invisibility cloak.
"I am perfectly aware that we are expecting guests soon. In fact, I think I should become acquainted with them….I think they know me, actually" he finished with a nod towards the ceiling.
"What? How?"
Harry thought it was quite ludicrous that a man such as Prince Ivy would know Fred and George Weasley.
"I have visited their store quite a few times, which I may mention is quite a visit!"
"You've visited their store? But I thought you weren't allowed in pub…."
"I can walk around in public, just as a random passerby. Of course I cannot assume my usual form"
At these last words, Prince Ivy took out his silvery wand, tapped his forehead, and saw him assume the form that Harry had first seen him in. Only this time, he was wearing regular black robes, pulled rather tightly over his slender body.
"Why are your robes so tight?" asked Harry truthfully.
"To be with the times, of course!" he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry was astounded at the many facets of personalities this man touched on. He reminded Harry of every person he could think of.
Quite suddenly, Harry heard the distinct sound of two people apparate upstairs.
"Fred! George! We… I mean I'm downstairs!" he corrected himself.
The two ran down the steps, both brandishing the green dragon scale jackets Harry had seen them with a few weeks ago. He also noticed that Fred (he saw the name on the jacket) had an earring bearing uncanny resemblance to Bill's.
"Hey mate! Good to see you!" the twins chorused, as they both shook Harry's hand in turn.
"Thought we'd drop by, see how things are, and to tell you about business!"
George continued Fred's statement, "Which might I mention is booming as always!"
Now Fred continued, "We wanted your permission to sell this…" Fred looked near the stove to see the odd man stirring some chowder in a pan.
"S'cuse me sir, but who are you?" asked Fred, a bit rudely.
"I, my fine sir, am Ivory Nillor. You can call me Ivy if you would like." he said, winking at Fred in the process.
George interjected, "Hey I remember you! You're the one who bought all of those disguising sweets and all the fake wands! Fred don't you remember the guy?"
Without Fred's answer, George turned and walked over to Ivory, ringing his hand as if they were old buddies.
Fred screwed up his face in concentration for a moment, and then lit up with nostalgia.
"Oh yeah! Hey mate how are yah! You know, your enthusiasm in all those sweets got us sold out in 2 days! You were a popular man for a day, mate!" said Fred, also bouncing over to Ivory to ring his hand.
"They were brilliant sweets by the way! Any new ones lately?" asked Prince Ivy, acting around 70 years younger than he was.
"Yeah! That is one of the other reasons we came. Here Ivory. Hungry, at all? Here try this out!" said George, handing Prince Ivy a sweet wrapped in red and gold wrapper.
Ivory accepted it jovially, popped it in his mouth, and after a few minutes sported a face that looked exactly like…
"HEY! That's me!" said Harry, looking into his own face, although it was clearly Prince Ivy's body under it.
"We know, Harry! We want your permission to sell these. They would be a hit! And we'll share profits with you, 50/50!" said Fred sporting a rather business-like tone.
"Of course you can! And keep the money, I don't want it. Build more sweets. Make them look like Ron too! In fact, I'll only agree to have them out once you've made the same for Ron." Harry grinned as he said this last statement.
Harry could imagine the look of Ron when he saw 10 other Ron Weasleys doing their homework in Gryffindor tower.
"Once they are ready, give me a bunch of both." Harry finished the deal.
"Fine with me. Is it fine with you Fred?"
"Perfectly fine. Whoa, whatsup with you, mate?" he said as he motioned toward Prince Ivy, who had Harry's hair and eyes, but was sporting his grizzled golden grey mane of a beard.
"Excuse me boys. The transfiguration has gone a bit awry" Prince Ivy said as he excused himself from the room.
"Oh by the way, Harry, are you okay? I heard a lot of stuff happened the past few days, and well…last year…" George couldn't finish the sentence.
"Everything is fine now, thanks. You guys want some lunch?"
Prince Ivy reentered the room a little after, and the 4 of them spent the rest of the day chatting over lunch, talking about possible joke ideas, discussing quidditch, and then ending with a conversation about who will be the new Minister of Magic. After Fred and George left, Harry continued the conversations with Prince Ivy. Eventually, Harry felt his apology was almost overdue.
"Listen, Prince. I'm sorry about the way I acted to you the past few days. You did not deserve it."
"Oh it is certainly understandable, Harry Potter! There is no need to apologize, but you are forgiven, nonetheless. Is there anything else troubling you?"
"No. I'm fine now. Thanks. I'm off to bed."
"G'night, Harry. Just one thing, I was told you have learned Occlumency, correct?"
Harry nodded. The Prince continued, "Then I must suggest you follow the practice before bedtime. We don't know for sure if Voldemort will use your mind again. You must close your mind tonight."
Harry decided after what happened before; it could only be for the best. He went up the stairs, into his room, and fell asleep soon thereafter.
A/N-R&R...can't stress it enough! Another thing...I've pretty much decided to already any way, but if i get enough readers, I'll ride this story to the end. Yep! No quitters, right? Also, I realizedmy story has got quite an intiracate strand of plot so far...if you have any questions, PLEASE ASK! Either email me, or review! I'd prefer it if it is a review though...Thanks.
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