A/N- Okay, the next chapter is up. I REALLY REALLY hope you enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it!
Chapter 13- The Three Memories
Harry raced to the library. He had to know more about the Revealer. He had no clue how it worked or even exactly what it what does. As Harry walked into the library, he noticed that there were only a few people in there, but they were all giving him curious stares. He wanted to tell them to stop looking at him, but he was on a mission and nothing was going to interfere with it. He made it towards the book shelves he was aiming to go towards. Harry then made his way towards the "Mystical and Enchanted objects" aisle. Harry wasn't exactly Hermione, but he was surely capable of finding one book. Or at least he hoped he could find a book. He had to find out all he could about the Reveler. And how to work it exactly. But what book would he look under? He looked on the shelves and starting looking.
"Encyclopedia of Common Mystical Objects and their Uses", Harry whispered to himself as he grabbed the book off the shelf.
No, for some reason, he didn't think the Reveler was that common. Hagrid had mentioned that the Revealer was rare. He didn't think it was something that every wizard or witch had one. So Harry put the book back, and skimmed the aisle:
"The Complete Guide to Enchanting Muggle Artifacts: How to do it How to Avoid the Law if you Succeed."
No, that was definitely not it. He needed something about enchanted objects that are rare. He then seen:
"Remembrall: How not to forget what your forgetting".
Maybe this was it, Harry thought. Hagrid mentioned that it was like a Remembrall in a way. Harry grabbed the book and was going to look at it, but out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed a very small black book that he almost did not see. It appeared to very old, and the gold writing was barely readable. But Harry grabbed the book and could see the title.
"Really Rare and Mystical Objects", Harry read aloud. This was it. It had to be. Harry then ran to a back corner of the library, and sat at the table. He opened the book and looked that the index.
"Enchanted Diaries, Pensive, Harry skimmed down the index and seen- "Reveler- page 327
Harry smiled. He actually found it. He turned 327.
"A Revealer -is a rare mystical object that records a person's most significant moments in the last twenty-four hours. It is not known how many Revealers are left in the world. The Revealer is not regarded as a object used for good or for wrong-doing, since it is up to the person who possesses it. Since Revealers come in many different forms, it is sometimes hard to spot them. Only those who have been in possession of one, may be able to recognize them, since the person in possession may bewitch the Revealer to look like common objects, such as books, jewelry, quills, and many other common objects... For more information see Remembrall and Pensive. (A Revealer also lends it's name to a common object which is to a type of eraser that unlocks hidden messages that readily available in many shops. For more information see the 'Encyclopedia of Common Mystical Objects and their Uses".)
Harry didn't know what to think now. But he came down to one conclusion: he knew he had to find out how to use it! So, since the Reveler recorded a persons most significant thoughts in the last twenty-four hours, in this case, Professor Harmone, maybe it would reveal what happened the night she disappeared. But then Harry had a disturbing thought. What if whoever took Professor Harmone last night, ripped off the necklace before it could record what happened? Or what if the necklace fell of her before it could record what happened? Harry at this point, if he got the Reveler to work, didn't to what he would find. But now the question was how was he going to work it? If only he had Ron, Hermione, and Ginny to help him. Especially Hermione. She was usually so good at figuring stuff like this out. Now after thinking about how he lost his friends, Harry was determined to find out how this worked. Because he knew that whoever was responsible for Professor Harmone's and Belle's disappearance, also was connected to whoever was responsible for the Over-truth potion.
Harry looked around the library making sure that Madam Pinch was not around, as well as other students. He was in the back section of the library. He doubted anyone would come back here anyway. Harry brought out the Reveler out of his pocket and tried to get it to work. First he tried to think about ways he could try to get it to work. He tried shaking it, but he knew there was no way that would work.
Nearly ten minutes later, Harry had tried everything to try to get the Revealer to work. He even put his wand over it a few times, and tried a few spells, but nothing happened. Maybe he wouldn't be able to figure out how to use it. Maybe He ought to go back to Hagrid's and try to ask him without him getting suspicious. But it would look pretty doubtful if Harry told Hagrid that he didn't know how to work his own Revealer. Harry then had an idea. Maybe the Reveler was protected by some kind of password. That only Professor Harmone would. Great, he thought, then Harry would never be able work it. But he had to. Maybe the password wasn't too difficult. Harry then just thought of the first word he could think of:
"Harmone!" Harry softly yelled as he pointed his wand towards on the Revealer ,but nothing happened. Of course it wouldn't work. Why would she use her own name as the password? But what could it be? Harry tried at least five other passwords, but nothing happened. Then all of a sudden he thought of a word in his head, and gave it a try.
He pointed his wand and softly shouted. "Reveal!"
All of a sudden a bright light exploded in front of him, and Harry could no longer see anymore but an incredibly white light. Harry felt like he couldn't breath anymore, and his heart rate was slowing down. He couldn't move, or talk. Then in an instant he was he hit a hard surface, and he felt like he was back to normal. He looked up and tried to see where he was. He rose to his feet. He still couldn't talk, but at least he could move. He didn't know what was happening. He was starting to feel strange. He then peered around. He seemed to be in Dumbledoore's office. Was this actually Professor Harmone's memory? He then heard talking, but very faintly. How has he not realized it before? Right in front of him was Dumbledoore and Professor Harmone sitting down and drinking tea together. But Harry had to squint his eyes to see, because it was not a clear picture in front of him, more like a blurry watercolor, and he really had to concentrate to listen.
"So, how's your father doing, Sharon? "Professor Dumbledoore asked in his usual calm voice, but to Harry it seemed to be hardly a whisper.
Harry squinted and moved a little closer, so maybe he could hear or see better. But no matter how close he got it still remained a little unclear. He was practically standing right beside where they were sitting.
Harry seen Professor Harmone smile. "As a matter of fact, he's doing really well. I just heard from him yesterday. -But you can't trick me, Uncle. Albus. I know you didn't invite me to your office for tea, at night to talk about my father.
Uncle? Dumbledoore was Professor Harmone's Uncle? Harry couldn't believe it.
Dumbledoore let out a warmhearted laugh. "Forgive me Sharon. As much as I care deeply for Calvin, I did not ask you here to talk about your father. But I did ask you here to talk about you. How are you Sharon?
Harry peered at Professor Harmone and her smile sort of faded from her face.
Her expression was sort of serious. "I'm all right, "said Harmone, her tone indirectly.
Dumbledoore than cleared his throat. "You know Sharon, I've been meaning to ask you, how are things going with Charlie?"
Harmone then half-smiled. "Things- thing, um, are going good between us, I guess. Charlie and I are going to the ball tomorrow, you know."
Dumbledoore sipped some tea and then put it back on the saucer. "Yes, I heard, "he gave a small smirk.
"Yeah, and I bet I know who your source was, "started Harmone. "Snape? "She said confidently.
"Speaking of Severus, How are things going?" Dumbledoore uttered his blue eyes twinkling.
Professor Harmone sighed. "You know, when you asked me to come here to do this job, you warned me about how Snape was. But in my wildest imagination did I think a man could be so–bitter."
Dumbledoore peered at Harmone and let out a little chuckle.
"You know I thought maybe I could loosen him up a little- maybe get the edge- off of him, but I am beginning to think its impossible. Even lately he seems to be worse than ever."
"The one thing I learned about Severous a long time ago, is that you just well, you have to learn how to deal with him. I know how he can be, but in all my years I've known him, I understand why he acts, the way he acts.
"I mean the thing that bugs me about him the most is that he is so unfair when it comes to the kids. Its one thing to be more tolerant to your own house, but its another thing to- well, to give praise to the person that is clearly the one doing something bad, especially when it comes to-Draco, "Harmone said expressly.
Dumbledoore then had a change of expression on his face. It was more serious.
But he did not say anything for a moment
"When it comes to Draco Malfoy, he holds a lot of power in this school, over the students, as well as the teachers, "Dumbledoore stated frankly
"He does. I realize it more than ever. Because his father is a death-eater, everyone is so -terrified of Lucius Malfoy, and that makes them directly afraid of Draco, Harmone said. "I-I don't know what to do about this anymore."
"I must tell you something, Sharon. This is one of the main reasons I asked over here tonight, said Dumbledoore calmly.
"What is it" She said curiously.
"Lucius Malfoy has escaped from Azkaban prison, "Dumbledoore said outright.. Harry could see that Harmone's face was in a state of shock.
"What? How?"
"I'm afraid there's more. We don't know when he escaped. It was somehow- covered up. He could be out for a day, or he could of been out for months"
"So, Lucius Malfoy is out and free right to be back by Voldermort's side again?"
"Or if he's not already, for months."
"I am afraid that is most likely the case, "said Dumbledoore silently.
Harry leaned in closer to listen, because this memory was getting more blurrier by the moment.
"I should've known. How could I be so stupid?" Said Harmone very quietly, while holding her red-gem necklace. Or had she said that? Harry didn't know for sure whether she was saying it to herself or for Dumbledoore to hear. He couldn't tell anymore. He felt like he was losing both his eyesight and his hearing at the same time. Then all of a sudden a bright white light flashed before him, and he had the same feeling he did before. He felt like he couldn't breath, and he couldn't move or talk. He then a moment later hit the what to appear to be a cold, and rough surface. He quickly opened his eyes and rose up. He appeared to be in the dungeon hallway. Quickly thinking about what he just heard, he didn't know what to think. Now, he was just more confused than ever. He couldn't believe that Dumbledoore was Harmone's Uncle. He also couldn't get why Dumbledoore had told Harmone about Lucius escaping and what bothered Harry the most was near the end of the memory when Harmone said she should've known about him breaking out of prison. But Harry couldn't be sure if that's exactly what she said or not. So, Harry disregarded it for now. But he wasn't sure what he got from the memory. He didn't really learn something that could help him.
Harry now quickly looked around. He must be in Harmone's second memory. It was a little more clearer than the last memory. But that wasn't saying anything. He still had to squint his eyes to make a clear picture. He looked ahead of him. He was right by Snape's classroom. All of a sudden, He heard dim voices and he then noticed that Harmone and Charlie Wealsey were right beside him right by the door to Snape's classroom.
"Charlie! How many times do I have to tell you? I can't be late for my class again" Harmone playfully laughed.
Charlie Wealsey had his arms wrapped around her waist. "And why not?" he said grinning.
Harmone playfully hit him. "Because Charlie, I have responsibilities! And you do as well. I believe someone else has a class to teach, like right now!"
"Alright, Sharon. I know. I just- I can't stand not being around you, "Charlie said holding her tighter.
Harmone smiled. "Don't worry well have plenty of time to be alone at the ball tonight."
"Remind me, again, "Charlie uttered playing with Harmone's hair.
Then Harmone grabbed Charlie had kissed him on the lips. "Tonight", was all she said with a sparkle in her eye.
"Now I have to get to class!" And so do you!" She said laughing while Charlie was trying to kiss her again.
"I'll see you tonight", said Charlie excitedly.
Harmone smiled and then opened the dungeon door.
Harry felt like his legs were being pulled in the direction she was walking. They entered Snape's classroom.
"Sorry, I'm late," He heard Harmone say.
"That's fine, "Harry heard Snape say trying to hold back his fury. "I see you finally pulled yourself away from Weasley to join us", Harry heard Snape say.
Wait a minute. This was yesterdays potions class! He couldn't believe it! He seen Ron, and Hermione sitting by themselves at a table in the back, and himself sitting in the front with Malfoy. It was so strange seeing everyone like this, and especially himself like this. It was truly bizarre.
He noticed that Harmone was at the front of the class with Snape. He was standing right next to them and could see something in Snape's eye that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Then Professor Harmone started to talk.
"Well, Why don't you to report me immediately to Dumbledoore and get the chance to tell him what an inept teacher he hired, "he heard Harmone say.
Harry heard the whole class snickering, especially himself, Ron, and Hermione.
"Well, as I rather despise your- wit. Don't be silly, I would not report you to the headmaster just for yourself being a few moments late. What do you have me out to be?" He heard Snape reply back.
Harry then noticed Harmone raised her eyebrow and her mouth was slightly open in surprise. Harry peered out of the corner of his eye and seen Malfoy sitting by him laughing in his face. Oh right, he was forced to make all of the potion by himself while Malfoy was sitting there doing nothing. But all of a sudden he was right by Harmone's and Snape's side. There seemed to be talking in the corner of the classroom. He had remembered that he seen Snape and Harmone talking in Potions yesterday to each other, and wondered what they were talking about. Harry could barely hear them talking. The memory was starting to fade a little. It was blurrier.
"Why do you have to be so tough on, Harry?" Said Harmone.
Snape glared at her. "I don't know what your talking about", He said like he wasn't paying attention.
"Oh, come on!" she whispered loudly. "You do! You know for a fact that you only paired those two together to make the poor guy miserable.".
"Potter! I wouldn't feel to sorry for him. But anyway, It's for their own good." Snape spat.
Harmone sighed. "Fine I see I am not gonna win here. So, are you going to the ball tonight?"
Snape had a very unpleasant look on his face. "No".
"Your not? Why aren't you going?" Professor Harmone said with a half-smile.
But Snape didn't answer that question. "Aren't you going with that- Wealsey character?" He growled but not with his usual fury. Was that jealousy in his eye?
"You mean, Charlie? Yea, I am going to the ball with Charlie. I'm surprised you care. Any particular reason your asking?"
"No reason. I'm just wondering that's all.. Forget I asked!" Snape shouted.
"Ok. Someone's got an attitude. Are you planning on ever answering my question? "uttered Harmone.
"And what question is that?" replied Snape.
"Why aren't you going to the ball tonight? Don't you ever do anything fun?"
Snape really look agitated. "I have better things to do then go to some silly ball!"
"And what's so silly about a ball as you say? You should come. I'll even save you a dance." grinned Harmone.
Snape seemed surprised. Almost as if he didn't hear right. "Excuse me?" said Snape.
"I said I would save you a dance", Harmone repeated.
But for the first time Harry had ever seem, he thought he saw Snape blush.
Snape did not know how to respond. It looks as if he was going to say something, but then he looked at the class and then the bell rang. Snape walked over to the front and started to grade the assignment. Harmone walked right beside him. Harry didn't even remember walking, but he seemed to be right beside them again. Harry was beginning to realize that this memory was almost over, because everything was becoming so cloudy he could barley make out peoples faces in the classroom. All of a sudden he dimly heard Snape start to talk.
"Let's see Mr. Potter. Blue-green. I don't see any smoke. I think you exceeded expectation now didn't you? Nice work, Potter," he heard Snape said to Harry. Harry then seen himself looking surprised at Snape's lenience towards him. Harry looked ahead of him and seen Snape smirking at Harmone, Harmone looking too, shocked that he was nice to Harry for a change. She seemed impressed. Harry always wondered what on earth Harmone had said to Snape to get him to be nice to Harry, and now he knew, and Harry couldn't help but chuckle a little. Harry then vaguely notice her touching her red-gem necklace. All of a sudden he felt like his vision and hearing went all together. He seen a bright, white light, and couldn't move or talk. In another moment, He slammed down hard on something hard, and then landed on something that seemed to be a cold, tile floor. Harry didn't know what to expect next. He learned from the last memory that the reason why Snape was so nice to Harry was to prove something to Professor Harmone. Harry was starting to believe that Snape liked Professor Harmone more than what he was letting on. But none of the other memories were showing anything useful.. He wasn't figuring out anything that would help him figure out who was responsible for the attacks and the Over-truth Potion. He hoped this next memory would actually tell him something, or this whole thing would be for nothing. Harry then Rose up from the ground, and didn't recognize where he was. He realized he was in a very small place. He could barely move. He then realized where he was. He was in a bathroom stall. Most likely in the girls bathroom. But was this the third memory? He couldn't imagine how this could be important. Harry noticed that this memory was more clearer than the others. It still was a little unclear, but he didn't have to squint his eyes to see. But the question now was, where was Professor Harmone in this memory, and why was this a significant one? Harry then had an idea. He looked quickly under the stalls next to him to see if maybe she was in there. He looked to the left and there seemed to be the one in there. He then turned to the right, and seen black high-heeled shoes in there. Harry quickly rose back up. Harry remembered that Harmone was wearing those kind of shoes to the ball. She must be in there. Harry then stood there awkwardly and waited for something to happen. But a few minutes went by and he didn't hear her come out. Then he heard a toilet flush. And a bathroom stall start to open. But at the same time, he thought he heard the door to the bathroom open, and footsteps. Then he thought he heard talking.
"What is wrong with me? "He heard a silent but alarmed yell that belonged to a familiar voice. But it wasn't Professor Harmone's. He didn't hear her come out of the stall, and he knew that once she started moving he was pulled along too with her. He looked under the stall quickly and seen no feet. Then on instinct he climbed on the toilet seat and slowly peered over the stall. There was Professor Harmone standing on top of the toilet seat, instead she was peering out of the stall the other way looking towards the sinks. Harry then did the same. He now knew why the voice he heard sounded familiar. It belonged to Belle's. Belle was standing by the sink splashing water on her face. He could see Belle through the reflection of the mirror. But Harry could not see that well through the mirror for some reason. It was blurry. Kind of like the other two memories. Then Harry thought he seen Belle put something back into her dress robe, but couldn't make out what it was. She then looked into the mirror and managed a half-smile but still looked nervous about something.
"See, your just fine dear", she said to herself trying to stay calm.
Harry then looked over at Professor Harmone who was looking at Belle with a suspicious look on her face. He noticed that Harmone was slinking down a little so she couldn't be seen. Harry had no idea what was going on. But he turned his attention back to Belle.
Belle then looked at hair and started to fix it. She then smiled unclearly into the mirror. "I''ll be fine, "she whispered.
Harry then heard a banging noise. He looked over at Professor Harmone, who almost lost her balance standing on the toilet. She appeared to be very nervous. Harry noticed that Belle's head shot around towards them looking very alarmed. She was about to start walking towards the stalls, but then the bathroom door opened and he heard footsteps clanking on the tile.
"Belle, are you alright?" Harry heard Susan Bones said in a worried tone.
Then it hit Harry like a bolt of lightening. He knew exactly when and where he was. At the ball last night, Belle suddenly ran away from the table to go to the bathroom. Then Harry remembered a few minutes after that Susan had left to go check on Belle.
Belle almost jumped out of her skin. 'What? Oh! It's you! I mean-Susan, you scared me a little. I- I'm alright. I guess."
"Well you just ran away from the table so suddenly, I just thought maybe you were sick or something", said Susan Bones.
Belle was peering at the stalls, but then looked at Susan. "No, No, I just am feeling a little under the weather I guess, but I'll be fine. It's probably just the flu or something," Belle replied annoyed but she was distracted Harry noticed. She wasn't even looking at Susan.
"Are you sure your okay? I mean- you don't look so good. Do you want me to walk you over to the hospital wing?" Said Susan nicely.
Belle then automatically peered at Susan. "Actually I was going there. I suppose If you'd like to."
Harry then looked over at Harmone and her expression was not readable. She seemed to be concentrating very hard on Belle.
Susan looked Curious. But then shook her head. "Oh, okay", was all she said.
Harry noticed that Susan and Belle then left the bathroom. He then heard Harmone hop of the stall and open the door. Harry was immediately pulled out of the stall, and appeared to be right by her. She seemed to have a very perplexed expression on her face.
"What was that about?"She said while herself was reflecting in the mirror. But a moment later, Harry was dragged along again, as Harmone walked slowly out of the bathroom. But then she stopped in her tracks. Ahead of him, he seen Susan, Belle, and Benjamin walking. Professor Harmone waited a few moments and began to follow them down the corridors. Harry then began to realize that he had been in this memory for a while, and it was not starting to fade yet. It could see almost as clear then when he first entered it. A few minutes later, Harry was still behind Professor Harmone who was walking very carefully down the corridors. She obviously did not want to be seen by Belle and the others so she remained a good amount of distance behind. Harry realized that they were almost near the hospital wing. Harry knew that Belle was acting strange during the ball that night, and that she was acting even more stranger in the bathroom just then. But why was Professor Harmone following her so secretly? Harry didn't like what he was seeing. Harmone seemed to acting sort of suspicious. Just then a moment later, he was in front of the Hospital Wing and Harmone was peering into it. Harry could see that Madam Pomfrey was tending to Belle, while Susan and Benjamin seemed to be talking to Belle as she lain down on one of the beds. Just then it looked as if Susan said goodbye to Belle and Benjamin and started to come towards the door where Harmone and him were standing. Harmone quickly moved away from the door and hid behind the corner. Again, Harry seemed to be right beside her, and he didn't remember moving. Harry was getting sick of moving along with her. But just then he seen Susan bones walking down the corridors back to the ball. A moment later he heard Benjamin running in the hall.
"Susan! Wait for me!" Benjamin shouted, as he ran down the hall, and out of distance.
Then Harmone peered around the hall to make sure it was clear, and then walked towards the entrance of the Hospital Wing. All of a sudden, Harry had trouble seeing. The memory was getting blurry all of a sudden. And Harry had to squint his eyes to see. Harry then noticed that Harmone was staring into the door of the hospital wing. Then a bloodcurdling scream rang out and echoed through the corridors.
Harry didn't know what was happening. Harmone was now in the Hospital wing and Harry thought he seen three or more figures standing there. But he could no longer see Belle, who was in her bed just a minute before. He then seen Professor Harmone's eyes start to bulge, but she didn't scream. Harry looked at the ground, and almost passed out. Right below him, was Madam Pomfrey laying on the ground her body sprawled apart, covered in blood. But then Harry could of swore he heard footsteps rapidly approaching by them. But Harry could know longer hear or see that well. It was almost like a fog was in front of him. A moment later Harry thought he heard a girl's scream but couldn't tell if it belonged to Professor Harmone's or Belle's. All of a sudden Harry was being dragged along down the corridor. It must of meant that Harmone was moving as well. But as Harry looked from side to side, he could only see blurred figures next to him. He couldn't see who they were, or even what they were, or how many of them were there. All he knew is that Harmone was moving along with them. But he didn't feel like she was being dragged or was being forced down the hall. Harry tried to see maybe if he could see Belle. He knew that she had to be here somewhere since she was taken as well. Then all of a sudden he heard something he couldn't believe.
"No! Professor Harmone! Stop!" he dimly heard a voice that sounded like Belle's.
But he waited for Harmone to say something, but she never did. He could see himself surrounded by dimly blurry figures, but Harry had to know what he was seeing. He squinted his eyes all he could. Harry suddenly gasped. He seen black robes with hoods covering their heads and faces. But that's what made Harry gasp. He then heard a woman's laughter. And the last thing he remembered was seeing a very unclear figure in front of him, pulling a hood over their head. The very next moment Harry seen a incredibly white light, and he felt paralyzed but for a second, because a minute later he was thrown into something hard. Harry opened his eyes. He then realized he was back in the library, sitting in the chair, breathing really hard. He was in the same back corner of the library. He seen the book he had found opened in front of him. The Revealer was right in front of him laying on the table, his wand right next to him. Harry couldn't believe what he just has seen. He didn't know what to do.
Just then he heard footsteps.
"Mr. Potter? What are you- I could of sworn that everybody had left the library", started Madam Pince.
"Er, I," Harry started to say, but he couldn't think of anything except what he'd been through.
"Well, I must of not seen you back here. Go on then! You'd better get back to your common room! The new curfew is nearly here. You better hurry!" Madam Pince stated frankly.
Harry grabbed the Revealer and wand, quickly put it in his pocket, and ran out of the library. But Harry didn't plan on going to the common room. He didn't care about the new curfew. He was heading straight for Dumbledoore's office right away.
Harry could hear his feet echo through the corridors. He knew he was probably the only student out. He knew that most likely that they were teachers patrolling. He hoped that he wouldn't run into any them. But It didn't matter if he did. Nothing was going to stop him from seeing Dumbledoore. Harry turned the corner. He was almost to Dumbledoore's office when he slammed straight into something.
"Potter! What are you doing out past curfew? "Roared Snape.
Great, Harry thought. Of all the teachers he could of bumped into, he had to run into Snape. But still, Harry didn't care. He didn't have time for this.
"Get out my way", Harry said coldly.
"What did you just say, Potter?" Sneered Snape raising an eyebrow.
"I think you heard me", Harry glared at Snape as he went to walk away. But Snape grabbed Harry's arm.
"I think you'd be wise not to move", Snape said faintly. He gave Harry a look of pure hatred.
"Let go of me!" Harry shouted. "I don't have time for you!"
"Mr. Potter, you just lost yourself hundred points," Snape said with a smirk under his breath.
But Harry didn't care that Snape took away hundred points away from him. Harry's patience was running thin. His anger was building. And he felt like he was going to explode.
"I don't care how many points you take away from me! Let go of me!"
Snape let go of Harry's arm, looking furious.
But Harry didn't stop there. He knew he should of just ran down the hall, but a new wave of anger engulfed him.
"I have to wonder why your even a potion's master. After everything that's been going on in this school, you haven't noticed have you?"
Snape looked at Harry perplexed. "What are you-"
"HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW! YOU'RE THE POTIONS MASTER, AND YOU COULDN'T FIGURE OUT THE SIGNS!"
Snape looked more confused than angry now. "What are you talking about?"
"It's unbelievable, when you think about it. But of course you haven't figured it out. Your too concerned with your little love triangle with Harmone,"said Harry icily.
Snape's curiosity turned to shock. Harry had never seen Snape so shocked in his life.
"It's kind of interesting how you had everyone convinced that you hate the woman. But I know how you feel about her", Harry said faintly.
"I WOULD WATCH THE NEXT WORDS THAT COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, POTTER, BECAUSE THEY MAY BE YOUR LAST", Said Snape grabbing Harry by the collar.
"You know I thought it was mad when I found out that the Potion's master didn't know about all the people being affected. It is hard to spot I know. But now that I think about there may be another reason that you say you don't know. You and Harmone are probably in on it together. Why aren't with her right now, SERVING YOUR DARK LORD! "Harry said while Snape was cutting off his circulation.
Harry pushed Snape off of him. It looked as if Snape started to pull out his wand. Then Harry heard footsteps behind him.
"Calm YOURSELF", Severus, announced Professor Dumbledoore.
It took a moment, but Snape put away his wand slowly backing away from Harry.
Harry turned around. Dumbledoore was standing behind them with Charlie Wealsey, who looked really worried.
"What's going on? ",Charlie asked peering at Harry and Snape.
But nobody answered.
Just then Hagrid and Professor McGonagall walked down the hall.
"Harry? What are you-"Hagrid started to say. Hagrid then looked at Snape and Dumbledoore standing there.
"I must ask you, Hagrid, and Mr. Weasley, if you would patrol the premises together," Dumbledoore said.
"Sure, headmaster", said Charlie
Hagrid shook his head but looked at Harry questioningly. He and Charlie walked down the corridors.
"What's this all about, Albus?" Professor McGonagall said gaping at Harry and Snape.
"I am sorry, Minerva, but all I can ask you is if you can take Severous and patrol the grounds as well. I would like you to tell him, what I have just informed you of earlier, "Said Dumbledoore frankly.
"Certainly, Headmaster, "Said Professor McGonagall as she nodded.
Snape slowly walked by Professor McGonagall and before they walked down the hall he gave Harry a look that sent a chill down Harry's back. Snape seemed to be staring at Harry until he and Professor McGonagall disappeared around the corner.
Dumbledoore then turned to Harry. "Harry, I would like you to go to my office. I will be there in a short while. The password is butterbeer."
Harry nodded. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what he was going to say to Dumbledoore. He had too many questions.
Harry couldn't of been sitting in Dumbledoore's office for more than five minutes, but to Harry it seemed like forever. Just then Dumbledoore slowly walked into the office and sat down by Harry. But he didn't say anything for a moment.
"Would you like some tea, Harry?"Dumbledoore said quietly.
"No", Said Harry flatly.
Dumbledoore sighed. "I suppose you have many questions Harry", He said.
"I do," uttered Harry faintly.
But Harry didn't know where to start. He was angry right now, very angry. He knew that Dumbledoore knew about the Potion affecting the school. How many other things was he aware of?"
"You know about the Over-truth Potion?" Harry blurted. Although, it really wasn't meant as a question.
"Yes, Harry, I am aware that people are being affected by the Over-truth Potion," Dumbledoore replied softly.
"And you know because Professor Lupin came to you immediately, didn't he? After I wrote him a while ago, that because he didn't write back, because you told him not to? "Harry said, his anger building.
Dumbledoore peered at Harry for a moment. " Yes, and no ," He said.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked.
"It means, Harry, that Professor Lupin did come to me and informed me of what you said in your letter. Harry you mustn't be angry with Professor Lupin. I knew that you have been confiding to him, Harry. I told him that if he got a letter from you that had strange or if something was troubling you, to inform the order, and myself immediately. And you know why."
"The Order knows, and nothing is being DONE about what's going on in the school!"
"Harry you must understand that the order is doing all that they can. There is only so much that can be done now," Dumbledoore said calmly.
"Why? WHY CAN'T YOU EVER ANSWER MY QUESTIONS?"Harry shouted.
"That is the truth Harry. Nothing more, nothing less."
"The TRUTH, HUH? You understand don't you? That my friends have been affected! First Ginny, now Hermione! This had torn apart my life! And you know what it means don't you? THIS IS ALL ABOUT ME! AND VOLDERMORT! Its all connected! Professor Harmone, Belle missing! Lucius Malfoy and all the other prisoners! It all has to do with the Over-Truth potion!
"I'm afraid you know the answer to that Harry, Said Dumbledoore.
"Great! And another thing, I know that Professor Harmone, you're her uncle, aren't you? That's why you've hired her! That's why you trust her!"
Dumbledoore than had a small smirk on his face. But Harry didn't say anything. He wasn't going to until Dumbledoore answered his question.
"Harry, Sharon Harmone is not my niece."
"You're lying! I know, I've heard you!"
Dumbledoore chuckled. "Ahh, you might have. But what you don't know is, I think of her as my niece, but she blood-wise is not, "he admitted.
"What?"
"I am an old friend of Sharon's parents. Especially Calvin, her father. You see, Harry, I've known Professor Harmone her whole life. She is like family to me. She came up with a nickname for me when she was about, what was it? Oh yes, when she was five. Uncle Albus, I believe," Dumbledoore said with a small smile.
"So she's not your blood relative, fine! But you still trust her then?"
"I do."
"Like you trusted every new teacher that you ALLOWED to come into this school! What makes her any different!"
"Harry, why do you distrust Professor Harmone? "Dumbledoore questioned.
"Because of what I've seen. I've seen her, through her eyes. Yes I found her necklace, or what I thought was her necklace. Only it turned out to be a-"
"Revealer, "said Dumbledoore.
"Yes. And I've seen things. The night of the ball, "admitted Harry.
"You've seen things that make you question her trust?"
Harry shook his head yes.
"Let me tell you something about the Revealer, Harry. It is very rare. Not many witches or wizards have them. They are helpful in many cases. But the thing that is the most harmful about them is that since the memories are so unclear and fade away so fast, they are often deceiving."
Okay, Harry had to admit that the memories were really confusing. And that they were extremely blurry. But Harry was sure he saw what he saw at the end of the third memory, wasn't he?
The memories, they were a bit unclear. "But er-I'm positive what I saw during the last memory, Harry mumbled.
"Harry, I want you to tell me what you've seen, "Dumbledoore said calmly.
But Harry wasn't sure anymore. Had he seen what he seen? It was all so foggy. And he never seen her face put up that hood. He just heard Belle screaming, and a women laughing. "I-I saw- I thought I saw- Professor Harmone- She followed Belle to the hospital wing. Belle had said she wasn't feeling well. She was sitting at our table. I guess, Professor Harmone thought Belle was acting strange too. Belle was talking to herself- in the bathroom. She heard her. Susan, my date for the ball, and Benjamin, Malfoy's cousin had escorted Belle to the hospital wing."
Dumbledoore's expression was hard to read. Harry went on.
"Harmone followed, but what was strange was, how she kept her distance behind them. She didn't want to be seen. After Susan and Benjamin took her to the hospital wing, they left. No- wait- Susan left- then Benjamin followed after. Then I heard screams-I seen figures-at least three- er I think they might of been death eaters."
But Dumbledoore did not seem surprised. "Go on".
"I seen Madam Pomfrey- on the floor- But then it all the got incredibly foggy. I'm not to sure what happened next. All I know is I heard Belle screaming for Professor Harmone to stop, I think I heard Harmone laughing. And the last thing I seen was-I seen someone pull up their hood. I think- I think it was Professor Harmone," finished Harry.
"I see", was all Professor Dumbledoore said. He then turned to Harry.
"Harry, I do not think that Professor Harmone is anyway involved in this, and that I all I can say at this moment."
"You don't? After what I saw?"
"But, you said yourself Harry, that your not sure what happened, that it was very unclear?"
"Yeah, but I still heard what I heard. I still heard Belle scream for Professor Harmone to stop- and that laugh. How can you can explain -that!"
"Harry, there are things that I cannot explain at this moment. But I must ask you to trust me."
Harry shrugged."I want to. But I don't know anymore".
"I must ask you if you would leave the Revealer with me, so It cannot get into the hands of anyone else."
Harry was about to say something. But instead he reached into his pocket and looked at it one last time. He then handed it to Dumbledoore.
"Thank you Harry, "Dumbledoore said he took the Reveler from Harry and held in his hand.
"Who else knows, about the Over-truth Potion?" Asked Harry.
"The Order, myself, and Lupin. But as of today all of the teachers are aware."
"Even Snape! He just said he didn't know anything about it!"
"Ahh. And he was telling the truth. Professor McGonagall is informing Severus now, if not already."
"But how could Snape not of known? He's the potions master",Harry blurted.
"Harry I must ask you not to blame Professor Snape. I would not even be aware myself if it hasn't been for Professor Lupin. That's what is so destructive about the Over-truth Potion, Harry. It doesn't matter who you are, what you know. It affects everyone, it can't be helped. The weak minded, the strong minded. Even someone who should of been able to pick up the signs, might not be able to. But you Harry, your friends have been affected. You have been around the potion, what it does, to themselves, to the school."
But Harry didn't exactly know what this meant, but for some reason he thought the Dumbledoore wanted him to figure it out himself. But Harry still had some other questions.
"I still have a couple more questions, "said Harry his anger calming down a bit.
Dumbledoore just looked at him, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Do you have any idea where Professor Harmone or Belle could be?"
"Everything that is being done at this point is being done. The Order is working on finding them. We have a couple of theories of were they could be. We have a very good idea of who is involved, Harry. We have to be very careful. We have to tread lightly. We don't know what's going to happen next. Dumbledoore said calmly and quietly."
Harry knew that was the only answer he was going to get. But that satisfied him for now. But Harry still had another question.
"Did you have another question, Harry?"
"What's going to happen to the people that are affected? I mean I think Hermione has just been affected. We need her back, "said Harry firmly.
"Harry, I know this is not the answer you wanted to hear, but the potion does wear off after some time, and so far we think there has only been few students affected. I'm afraid the best thing we could do now is wait to see if there are more attacks, and wait till the culprit is identified", Dumbledoore said softly.
This was definitely not the answer Harry wanted to hear. He could feel the anger start to build up in him again.
"What do you mean, we should just wait till the person who's doing this is caught? First Malfoy was affected. Then my friends, Ginny, now Hermione is affected. Who's next, Ron? Its almost as if the person who is affecting people doesn't want me to have my friends around. I know how the after affects are. Ginny has come out of it, and she could barely speak, she doesn't remember anything she did, or what happened. We can't let the same happen to Hermione. And I won't let it! I won't let anyone else get affected!"
It was a minute before Dumbledoore began to speak. "Harry, the good news is that the memory loss and weakness is only temporary. Ginny should be as good as new in a few days."
Well that was good news, and Harry was happy to hear it, but did that mean he
should just sit back and let Hermione still be affected, knowing what it would to herself, and to those around her? He knew that he had to convince Ron and Ginny that Hermione was affected by the Over-truth potion so they could try and attempt the Over-truth Antidote. He didn't know if they could do it. He remembered Hermione saying that it was a very hard potion to make. And that underage wizards shouldn't even attempt to make it. But that didn't stop them from making the Polyjuice potion. Harry knew he had to get out of Dumbledoore's office now and try to convince Ron and Ginny. He would magically bind them to a chair till he convinced them. Whatever it took. Besides Dumbledoore was going to tell him all he was going to tell him. He should be used to it by now, that Dumbledoore wanted Harry to figure out things on his own.
"I'm going back to the common room, now, "Harry said getting up.
"One more thing Harry, then you may go."
Harry faced Dumbledoore who had a small smile on his face. "Harry, keep in mind that those who ask for help, will often receive it. Even from someone you many not want to ask it from, "he said quietly.
Harry nodded, and left Dumbledoore's office. He wasn't sure what that meant, but he didn't have time to figure that out now. He had to get back to the common room to find Ron and Ginny.