Harry Potter and the Black Owl

by Qwest

complete: To protect Harry Professor McGonagall relives her teenage years. What seemed like a good idea at first is swiftly becoming a bad one. This is a rather twisted romantic adventure that is sure to please. I think. Read Please:

14. Dark Predictions

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Hiya everybody! Okay, this is the very last time I'm gong to apologize for a forever long up-date. I did warn you last time, though. But then even I didn't know it was going to take me this long to finish this chapter. It is longer than any chapter I've written thus far, and it easily could have been twice as long as the longest chapter, but I chopped it in half. Given that I didn't take the chapter all the way to point that I had wanted to before stopping (and if I had there would have been at least another 2 weeks before I updated) my estimated completion time is going to be pushed a few chapters back. I think last time I said, two to three. Well, let's revise that to three to four more chapters. No more than five though, for definite.

And yes, superhpfreak, I know I said the new chapter would be up before October. I guess I lied. Sorry. But I was only a few days off.

Enough of my nonsense. .

I don't own Harry Potter in any way. Now that we've gotten through that pesky disclaimer...

Read. Enjoy. Review

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Chapter 14

Dark Predictions

Minerva couldn't remember the last time she had been so happy. Being with Harry still felt a little weird, but not as weird as she thought it would. Since she had stop fighting to stay adult, it became very easy to relax with Harry. And it felt so great to be completely comfortable with him. She and Harry spent as much time together over the following week as possible. Minerva hadn't realized how much she missed Harry's company. It was nice to walk to class and eat together again, even though the two of them received more than a few stares.

"So, I'm guessing you two worked things out." Ron had commented the first morning Minerva and Harry had showed up for breakfast together.

"Yeah, you could say that." Harry had answered, electing not to go into any further details.

Minerva had decided to follow suite, knowing that it wouldn't be long before everyone realized they were a couple again, anyway. Sure enough, by the following Friday it was fairly well known that she and Harry were once more an item. There were several theories floating around on how she and Harry had gotten back together and what had caused things to end with Draco. Her favorite was that Harry had found photographic proof that Draco enjoyed dressing up in lacey girly things. This of course was outrageously untrue, but she found the idea of Draco in a dress (and other female unmentionables) incredibly hilarious. The rumor had gotten back to Draco, who did not find it the least bit funny, and was constantly in a rotten mood. Minerva dreaded going to Potions. Between her outburst and the word circulating that she and Harry were back together, sitting next to Draco had become uncomfortable to say the least. She tried speaking to him, but he had turned into a sulky little boy who had just lost his favorite toy. It took Minerva less than twenty minutes to abandon all attempts of trying to talk to Draco. She decided it was probably for the best, considering his and Harry's delicate relationship.

Draco might not have been speaking to her, anymore, but everybody else was. Mostly it was to ask what was going on with her and Harry, but people were no longer looking at her as if she were two day old spinach they had picked from between their teeth. By Friday all of her old friends were starting to consider her a friend once more. Even Ginny seemed to have forgiven her and they were on speaking terms again. Minerva was pleased that things were slowly going back to the way they were before the ugly break up with Harry. She had doubts at first about her decision to remain sixteen. Now, though, everything seemed right. She was happy with Harry. She had her friends again. In only a week her life had returned to relative normalcy. She couldn't imagine returning to her "old" self. Now, if only she didn't have to tell Professor Dumbledore.

Minerva stared blankly at her Potions book. Friday evening she found out just how far behind in Potions Harry was. She knew he wasn't doing so well, but she had no idea just how badly he was doing. His recent homework scores had been just above failing, and the marks he had received in class were not much better. It didn't take much effort to convince Harry he needed to put in some extra study time for the class. Although, it took a great deal more to actually get him to start studying. After much nagging, Harry had reluctantly agreed to get up early Saturday morning and attempt to catch up in his work. Now they sat together at a small table in the back of the library, slogging through the loads of Potions homework they had gotten over the week.

Minerva had only been half paying attention to what she was doing, spending a good deal of her time worrying about what she would tell Professor Dumbledore when the time came. She was more than sure she had made the right decision, but that didn't mean Professor Dumbledore was going to like it. Minerva rubbed her temples, slightly annoyed by a small headache that didn't want to go away. She had to stop stressing over what to say to the Headmaster. If she were lucky, she wouldn't have to face him for a few weeks more. Perhaps by then she would know exactly what she needed to say.

Minerva forced her mind back to the present and looked over at Harry. He had stood his book on end, as if he were reading it on the vertical. Minerva smirked at Harry's lame attempt to hide the fact that he was sleeping. She reached over and set the book down and wasn't at all surprised to find Harry drooling slightly on his essay on the effects of Sundrops in Cheering potions. Minerva allowed herself a small smile before setting her face in a stern frown. While she thought Harry was incredibly adorable, she highly doubted Professor Snape would agree. If he didn't get something done, Snape would fail him for sure.

Minerva reached over and shook Harry awake. He sat up slowly and looked around confused, as if he wasn't quite sure where he was. The scowl on Minerva's face quickly snapped him back to reality and Harry grinned sheepishly.

"I was resting my eyes." He said.

Minerva smiled. "You always drool when you rest your eyes?"

Harry looked incredibly embarrassed as he shuffled his parchment. "It's not my fault Potions is so boring." He looked up at Minerva hopefully. "Maybe we can finish this later."

Minerva shook her head no. "We've only just started and you promised me you'd work until you had everything done. Do you really want to fail Potions?"

"I honestly won't be hurt if I did." Harry answered.

"You'll be hurt if you're not allowed to train as an Auror because you couldn't take the Potions NEWT." Minerva retorted.

"Alright. Alright." Harry sighed. "You have my undivided attention. Let's get this done."

Minerva nodded and the two of them set to work. Minerva pushed her worry of what to say to Professor Dumbledore to the back of her mind. She knew she had to talk to him eventually, but she decided she'd worry about it when eventually finally arrived. More than once, she thought to ask Harry about Lavender and the ingredients she stole for him. But she finally decided against it. She didn't want Harry to think she was still trying to spy on him. She was afraid that would make him angry and he'd push her away again. And that frightened her far more that whatever Harry was doing with the stolen ingredients. Minerva resolved to simply keep a close watch on Harry and make sure he didn't do anything stupid.

The two of them had been working for about an hour (and making some actual progress during the last twenty minutes) when Minerva looked up and saw Hermione and Ron walk into the library. So early on a Saturday morning the library was completely empty of other people. Besides Harry and Minerva, only the old librarian was there, puttering about, shelving a few books, but generally doing nothing. Even with their seats in the back, Hermione spotted Harry and Minerva easily. She touched Ron on the shoulder, pointing in their direction, then headed for them, leaving Ron to follow.

"Hello." Minerva said as Hermione and Ron came to a stop in front of the table.

Harry looked up from the three inches he had managed to write on cheering potions and smiled. "'Lo. What're you doing here?" He asked noticing their lack of school things.

"We were looking for you both." Hermione answered, taking a seat.

Ron sat next to her and returned Harry's smile. "We looked everywhere for you. Didn't think you'd be in the library."

"I have loads of Potions to catch up on." Harry said, raising his Potions book for emphasis. "Why were you looking for us?"

"We need to talk to you." Hermione answered. She remained silent for a bit while she collected her thoughts. Minerva and Harry exchanged looks, wondering what this could be about, then turned their attentions back to the girl in front of them. Finally, Hermione took a deep breath and asked in a rush, "What is going on with you two? Everyone seems to think you're back together. And the way you were this past week, well you did seem awfully friendly. But I know that can't be true, considering who you are..." Here she paused and looked meaningfully at Minerva before continuing, "So that's just a rumor right? And you're only friends." When neither Harry nor Minerva said anything immediately, Hermione repeated, "Right?"

Harry looked at Hermione, as if trying to figure out where this was coming from. Minerva suspected Harry never thought his friends would question him about their relationship, and this was probably throwing him. "It isn't just a rumor." He said finally. "We're more than friends." He glanced over at Minerva. "A lot more."

Hermione sat back, looking as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You can't be serious?" She said, finally.

Minerva frowned. "Why not?"

"Why not?" Hermione repeated. "You can't actually expect this to work."

"Why shouldn't we?" Harry asked.

Hermione gave Harry a 'don't be stupid look' and said, "For one thing, there's the age difference. You're like—what?—a million years apart. What are you going to do when you're old again?" Here she turned on her old professor and said, "Minerva?"

"I wasn't that old." Minerva retorted. "And who says I have to be that old again?"

"What do you mean? Once the potion wears off, that's it."

Minerva shook her head. "The potion is not going to wear off, because I'm not going to stop taking it."

Hermione was quiet for a moment, then asked as if she still couldn't believe it, "The two of you are really serious about this?"

Minerva nodded.

"Dead serious." Harry answered.

"But what about your class? Are you just going to abandon it?"

"It isn't abandoned." Minerva answered. "Professor Lupin has it now. He can keep it. I'll admit I was worried at first, but he really is doing a good job. He's managed to teach his students one of the toughest tricks in the book. Besides becoming an Animangus, there's not much harder than transfiguring oneself. And everybody seems to love him."

"Yeah." Ron chimed in. "Professor Lupin's great." He looked at Minerva and quickly added, "Not that we didn't love having you as a teacher or anything."

Minerva shrugged. "I know I was...respected." She wrinkled her nose, thinking back to when she was professor of Transfiguration. It was very strange to think of herself as anything older than sixteen. She could hardly believe just a few months back she was...well, much, much older. "I don't think I'll miss teaching though." She looked over at Harry. "I think I'll be very happy staying as I am now."

Hermione stared at her for moment, then said quietly, "The potion really has turned you sixteen."

Minerva nodded.

"Yeah." Harry said. "You were right about it, Hermione. As usual."

"Alright then." Hermione said. "So you're sixteen now. But what are you going to do next year?"

Minerva frowned. "What do you mean, what am I going to do next year?"

"Well, as far as I can tell, the potion was supposed to make you look sixteen, but being heavily modified it turned you sixteen. So you keep taking it, and you stay sixteen. But that's it. You stay sixteen. What are you going to do a year from now when Harry's seventeen? And four years from now, when he's twenty? And in eight years, when he's twenty-five?" Hermione paused. "You seem to have everything else figured out, but have you thought about that?"

Minerva sat back a little stunned. She had been so worried about making the decision and then what she would say to Professor Dumbledore about it, that she had completely missed the obvious. The de-aging potion wasn't meant to make her age yearly. After all, this wasn't supposed to be a permanent situation. "I...I don't know." Minerva admitted. "But I'll think of something. I can brew that potion in my sleep. I know every single detail of it and I'll find a way to modify it so that I can age myself by the year."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. "What if changing the potion even more makes it dangerous?"

Minerva smiled confidently. "Hey, you're talking to an ex-professor. If anybody should be able to adjust the potion, it shod be me. Besides, I think I can get away with two more years before anyone notices I'm not aging. I'll make sure everything has been thoroughly tested before taking anything."

Hermione glanced between Minerva and Harry, then asked again, "You two really mean to do this?"

"For the thousandth time, Hermione, yes." Harry answered.

"You really want to give up your old life?" Hermione asked Minerva, ignoring Harry's answer.

Minerva nodded. "I love him." She said quietly. She glanced at Ron, then back at Hermione. "You know how that feels."

Hermione blushed slightly, and Ron's ears burned bright red. Hermione nodded, then said, "I don't know if you'll need any help, being an ex-professor and all, but if you want any I'll be glad to help you with the new de-aging potion."

Minerva grinned. "I'll gladly take it. Just between us, Potions wasn't my favorite subject in school."

"Is it anybody's?" Ron asked.

Harry laughed. "Certainly isn't mine."

"But you still have to do it." Hermione admonished, standing slowly. "Come on Ron. We should go and let them get back to work."

"Hey, Hermione," Minerva said, halting the girl as she stepped away from her seat, "Thanks."

"Sure, Minerva." Hermione said, waving the thank you away. "What are friends for?"

"Call me Min."

Hermione nodded. "Min." She said, thoughtfully. "I like that name better. It suits you more. Coming Ron?" She asked before turning and heading towards the exit.

Ron nodded and stood. Before he turned to follow Hermione, though, he stopped and gave Minerva and Harry one long stare. "I have a feeling things are going to work between you two." He said after a moment, and left without another word.

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The next few days past rather uneventfully; this was perfectly fine with Harry. He had come to really appreciate uneventful. Aside from Seamus nearly losing a hand to Hagrid's definitely more-than-baby dragon, there was no excitement of any kind. But in the quiet calm Harry's mind kept drifting back to LeStrange. He was constantly worrying over her and what she planned to do next. He knew the calm couldn't last forever, and when it was finally broken it might very well be Min that was hurt. Harry couldn't stand to think of LeStrange getting her hands on Min. He couldn't let anything happen to Min, but to protect her, he had to get to Lestrange first. And for that he needed the Polyjuice potion.

Harry snuck away with Hermione late Tuesday afternoon to go to the Room of Requirement and check on the potion. Unfortunately, Harry couldn't tell how it was doing by looking at it. It always looked the same to him—completely disgusting.

"Are you sure it's alright?" Harry asked Hermione as she stirred the ugly mixture.

"Yeah, it's fine." Hermione answered, casually lifting the ladle she was using to stir and checking the thickness of potion. "It'll be ready soon."

"How soon?" Harry asked.

"Another week." Hermione answered, "Maybe a few more days after that." She placed the ladle aside and looked up slowly at Harry. "Are you sure you want to through with this, Harry?" She asked. "It still isn't too late to go to Dumbledore."

Harry sighed. "Hermione, we've been through this." He answered. "And I don't want to go through it again."

"I know." Hermione said, quickly. "It's just...do you really think you can handle Lestrange alone?"

Harry was quiet for moment before answering, "I don't know. But I have to try."

Hermione looked at Harry. "You know, I thought you would've come to your senses by now, and would've gone to Professor Dumbledore." She frowned at Harry. "Do you really think you're protecting us by running off to get yourself killed?"

Harry frowned. "I'm not going to get myself killed."

"Yes, you are. Harry, you can't..."

"She's after me, Hermione." Harry cut her off. "It's me she wants. You know that. And what I can't do is sit back and do nothing and let her hurt...hurt however many people before she finally makes her way to me."

"Telling Professor Dumbledore isn't sitting back and doing nothing." Hermione argued. "He can stop her. He really can."

Harry was silent for a while. "It wouldn't do any good to tell Dumbledore." He said at last. "Once Lestrange learned that he had found her out, she wouldn't stick around. She can turn herself into an owl and hide out here unnoticed forever. Dumbledore could search this school for ages and not turn up anything. And you know Pansy will never confess anything. Professor Dumbledore couldn't get anything out of her before." Harry shook his head. "No, if I tell now, Lestrange would just get away."

"Alright." Hermione said, walking away from the cauldron and facing Harry squarely. "Use the Polyjuice potion. Get Pansy to tell you where Lestrange is hiding. But don't go after her. Go tell Dumbledore."

Harry shook his head again. "Wouldn't it make sense that Lestrange is keeping any eye on Professor Dumbledore? She'll see him coming and run. Or be ready for him."

"And she won't expect you?" Hermione asked folding her arms across her chest.

"Well, not so soon." Harry replied.

Hermione was quiet, turning her attentions back to the cauldron. She picked up the ladle and poked at the potion unnecessarily. "Maybe you're right." She said finally, laying the ladle aside again. "But you still can't face Lestrange alone."

"I'm not dragging you or Ron into this." Harry said, firmly.

Hermione shrugged. "I wasn't thinking of me or Ron." She replied. "Have you told Min, yet?"

"I especially don't want to drag her into this."

"Now, you're just being stupid." Hermione scowled. "Min is, er, was Professor Mcgonagall. If anyone besides Professor Dumbledore would have a chance with Lestrange it would be her. If the two of you worked together..."

"No."

"But, Harry, she has so much more experience than you. You need her help."

"No." Harry repeated. "I don't want to pull her into this. I don't want her hurt."

"You don't think she can take care of herself? Not everybody needs a knight in shinning armor."

"I didn't say she couldn't take care of herself. I know she can, but..."

"But what?"

Harry paused, wondering if he should tell Hermione what he had overheard Malfoy and Pansy saying. Finally, he decided not to. If he told Hermione then she'd probably go to Min, to warn her, and would just end up telling her everything. Besides, if Harry could just find Lestrange first, Min wouldn't be in any danger. No one else in the school would be.

"Well?" Hermione asked. "Why don't you want to tell her?"

Harry didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her it was possible Lestrange would be coming after Min next, and he wanted Min as far away from that danger as possible.

Hermione folded her arms across her chest. "Don't you trust her?" She asked, "Or are you afraid she want keep your secret?"

"Of course I trust her." Harry said, surprised Hermione could even ask the question. "I love her, how could I not trust her?"

"Love and trust are two entirely different things." Hermione let her arms fall to her sides, and looked at Harry almost disgustedly. "I'm very disappointed with you." She said. "Min is changing her entire life, turning her entire world upside down, to be with you, and you don't even trust her enough to tell her that she might be wasting her time." Hermione looked back at the potion and said, "Because in about a week and half's time you're very likely going to be dead." She looked away from the potion and walked past Harry, heading for the door.

"Hermione," Harry said, stating after her.

Hermione stopped and looked back. "Yes?"

Harry didn't answer right away. He knew Hermione was going to hate him for asking the question, but he had to be sure she was still with him. "You'll let me know when the potion is ready?"

Hermione blew a disgusted sigh. She placed a hand on the door knob and started to open it. She stopped and looking back said, "I'll let you know when it's ready. But Harry, really, really think about what you're planning on doing. Lestrange isn't the only one that can hurt people around here. If you didn't come back..."

"I'll be alright." Harry said confidently.

"Sure," Hermione answered, a good deal less confident. She opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind her and leaving Harry alone in the Room of Requirement to think over what she had said.

Harry spent a while in the room, really considering what Hermione's words. If he tried to face Lestrange with his current skills, he might very well end up dead. Heading D.A. again this year had helped him to learn some very valuable defensive spells, but that wasn't enough. He needed to be ready for what ever curses a Deatheater might throw at him. And more importantly, he needed to be able to throw some curses right back at her.

After a while, Harry thought the others might be wondering where he was and decided to return to Gryffindor Tower. When he arrived, he found Min curled up on the sofa in front of the fire reading a book. Ron and Ginny sat next to her playing a game of Exploding Snap. Hermione was no where to be seen. Harry walked over and sat next to Min.

She looked up and smiled. "Where have you been all day?"

"Er, around." Harry answered, vaguely, then hoping to change the subject looked at her book. "You're reading Hogwarts: A History?" He asked with genuine surprise.

"Hermione loaned it to me." Min answered. "It's been revised since the last time I've read it. The original edition didn't have nearly as much information in it."

"Is it really all that different?" Harry asked. "It's history, and history doesn't change all that much."

"Sure it's different." Min answered. "And I think half the new stuff that's been added isn't entirely true."

"Like what?" Harry asked, only half interested.

"Like this." Min replied, the read a passage from the book. "'Hogwarts School of witch craft and widzary is surrounded by an impenetrable magical barrier. Nothing with ill attempt can breech the school grounds, thus, making Hogwarts the safest place on Earth.' You have to know that's not entirely true."

Ron looked over at Min, frowning worriedly. "You mean there's not a magical barrier?"

"Of course there's one." Min answered. "But it's far from impenetrable. Hard to get through—yes, but not impossible. There are holes in spots of it that nobody can do anything about."

"How do you know?" Ginny asked frowning.

Min looked over at Ginny as if she had forgotten she was there. "Well, nothing is impenetrable." She answered with an air of knowing.

"Oh." Ginny said.

"But that probably shouldn't get out." Min added, thoughtfully.

"Considering the last few years," Ron commented, "I think it already has."

"Tell me about it." Harry mumbled, an image of Lestrange flashing through his mind. He shook his head and stood up, starting for the boys' rooms.

"Where are you going?" Min asked, halting him.

"I, er, have to get started on D.A." Harry answered.

Ginny looked up. "Really?" What're we doing this week?"

"Don't know, yet." Harry answered. "I have to go look through my books." He waved a good-bye and left. Harry went up to the room and dug all of his Defense against the Dark Arts books out of his trunk. While he did have every attention of studying the books, it was hardly for D.A. He needed to learn new curses. If he faced Lestrange, he needed to be able to do more than cause her to dance uncontrollably or puke slugs. He needed to be able to cause real damage. He was sure she could. He was certain his Defense against the Dark Arts books would be a good place to start learning these new curses.

Two hours later Harry realized just how wrong he was. All of his books held a wealth of defensive magic, but there was not much in the way of offense. The little curses and stunning spells he could find were hardly enough. Harry threw the last volume of Practical Defensive Magic and Its Uses Against the Dark Arts aside in frustration and flopped back on his bed. Hermione was right. If he tried to deal Lestrange on his own, he'd just end up dead. Every bit of logic inside of Harry was screaming at him to go to Professor Dumbledore and confess everything. But he didn't move. He didn't want Dumbledore to know, and it wasn't because he was afraid that if the headmaster started actively looking for Lestrange, she would get away. The thought that Dumbledore wouldn't be able to catch her had never crossed his mind; not until a few hours ago when he was trying to convince Hermione of the sanity of his plan. In truth, Harry didn't want Professor Dumbledore to catch her.

Harry closed his eyes and ran a hand across his face. He should just give up this madness and go see the Headmaster. "If only I had a way to learn some powerful curses." Harry muttered to himself. Then a thought struck him so suddenly, he sat straight up. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it earlier. Harry got out of bed and hurried back down to the common room. Min and Ginny were gone, but Ron still sat on the sofa. Hermione was next to him talking quietly. As Harry approached, Hermione looked up at him. Harry gave her a weak, but hopeful smile. Hermione did not return it. Instead she rolled her eyes and looked away. Ron spoke softly to her, then gave Harry a helpless shrug. Harry thought it was just as well. He didn't want to talk to them. He didn't want to explain where he was going.

Harry walked past them and exited through the portrait hole. He turned and headed in the direction of the North Tower. It was starting to get late and he wondered if Professor Trelawney would still be in the tower class room. As far as he knew, she was using it for her office this year, though it was possible she had moved into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Harry couldn't imagine Professor Trelawney in the old office and decided to take a chance and continue on the class. It was a very long walk to the North Tower and Harry used the time to collect his thoughts. By the time he was climbing the ladder up to the room, Harry was fairly certain he knew exactly what he wanted to say.

Harry pushed the door open and stepped into the class. Professor Trelawney sat behind her desk, chewing a fingernail while she studied a book rather intently. Harry let the door drop shut loudly to attract the teacher's attention, which it did very well.

Professor Trelawney started, and quickly dropped her hand from her mouth. "Whose there?" She called, shutting her book and shoving it under some loose parchment sheets.

Harry cleared his throat. "Er, its Harry Potter."

Professor Trelawney spotted him and immediately dropped into her mystic psychic role. "Ah, Mr. Potter. I've been expecting you."

"Really?" Harry asked, stepping forward. "That's amazing." He went on, though he didn't believe her in the least. He decided it would probably be best if he just played along.

Professor Trelawney smiled mysteriously then nodding at a cushion in front of her desk, said, "Have a seat, Mr. Potter. No need to explain why you're here. I already know."

Harry walked to the front of the room and sat on the indicated cushion behind one of the low tables. "You do?" Harry asked, attempting to sound in awe of her amazing power. He knew he wasn't pulling it off very well, but Professor Trelawney didn't seem to mind.

"Of course." She answered haughtily. "When one has the inner eye, one knows many things. And you, Mr. Potter, need something."

Well, if that wasn't the most general statement that could be made...Harry forced himself not to smirk and nodded. "Yes, I do."

Professor Trelawney gave Harry a knowing look. "You need help with a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson."

Harry looked at the teacher, "Yes, I suppose." He answered after a bit, deciding to just go with it. It was partially true, anyway.

"I am going to quickly for you to keep up in class."

That wasn't at all true. "Er, no. Not exactly that."

Professor Trelawney frowned at being told she was wrong, and momentarily dropping her mystic voice asked, "Well, what is it?"

"It is a problem with Defense against the Dark Arts." Harry said quickly, trying to stay on her good side. "The trouble is with what I'm planning for Thursday."

"Go no." Professor Trelawney said.

"Well, I wanted to show everyone what they could do against powerful curses; curses that a dark wizard might throw at them."

Professor Trelawney raised an eyebrow at this. "I'm currently teaching the students how to use the inner eye to avoid such wizards."

"Yes, I know." Harry said. "But not everyone is as gifted as you. I'd like to show them this, just in case they aren't able to master the inner eye."

Professor Trelawney smiled at the compliment, but the smile quickly faded as she asked, "Do you expect me to teach you some counter curses?"

"No," Harry said quickly, then realized he might have said that a little too quickly and added, "You shouldn't have to do any extra work. You're already working so hard to teach us the inner eye."

"That is true." Professor Trelawney agreed.

"I want to do the research myself." Harry started.

"But you're having trouble finding the information you need." Trelawney finished.

"Yes, that's exactly right." Harry answered, nodding.

Professor Trelawney smiled, glad to hear her "predictions" were correct once again. "You need to ask my advice on where you can find more information."

Now, that wasn't exactly right. Harry knew very well where he wanted to search in the library. But maybe he could get Professor Trelawney to suggest it for him. "Yes, that's right." He said again.

Professor Trelawney leaned back, closing her eyes and putting on a face of extreme concentration. Harry waited silently hoping she would suggest what he wanted her to suggest. After a long moment she opened her eyes and said mysteriously, "You will find all the answers you seek in the forbidden section of the library."

Harry forced himself not to grin. "Oh. I hadn't thought of that." He said innocently. "But I can't use that part of the library; not without a note."

"I can write you a note, Mr. Potter." Professor Trelawney said. "Just give me a moment."

Harry waited patiently as Professor Trelawney shoved parchments around on her desk, looking for a blank sheet. As she sifted the sheets around, the book she had been reading came un-covered. While she dug through her drawers for a quill Harry snuck a peak at the book. Defense Against the Dark Arts for Dummies. Harry forced himself not to laugh and sat back, just as Professor Trelawney came up with a self-inking quill.

"This should do it." She said as she quickly scrawled a note and signed it with a flourish. "I believe this should be sufficient."

"Thank you." Harry said taking the note carefully and tucking it way in his robe pocket.

"Of course, Mr. Potter. Assisting the students is what we professors are here for. But is there anything else I can do for you? Perhaps I can read your future and tell you how your D.A. meeting will go."

"No thanks." Harry answered, standing and heading for the trap door. "I like for some things to be a surprise."

Professor Trelawney gave Harry a 'it's your loss' look the said, very mysteriously once more, "Mr. Potter, do be very careful. I see a dark aurora about you. And that can mean only one thing." Here she paused, possibly for dramatic affect, before going on to say, "Death is in your future."

Harry blinked at the woman. She was probably making that up, but after his conversation with Hermione earlier he couldn't brush off her death warning so easily. "I plan to be extremely careful, Professor Trelawney." Harry said, pulling the door open. "As careful as I can be." He added as he stepped out.

Harry let the door close behind him and then climbed down the ladder and back into the halls of Hogwarts. As he walked down the empty hall Harry pulled the not out of his pocket and stared at it. He had gotten what he'd wanted. He had gotten a pass into the forbidden section. With this he could find enough powerful curses and counter-curses that he would be more than a match for Lestrange. But what if Hermione was right? What if fighting Lestrange would only result in his own death? Harry shook his head, pushing the thought out of his mind. Hermione was wrong and so was Professor Trelawney. Harry ignored the passage that would take him to Professor Dumbledore's office and headed for the library. He needed to get started on his research right away. He was going to find Lestrange and he was going to defeat her.

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"I have to go to the library." Harry said.

Minerva looked at him. They had been walking towards the Great Hall, but now she stopped and frowned. "Again? This is the fourth night you've skipped dinner to go to the library." She said.

"I know." Harry answered. "I've had a lot of work lately."

"What work?" Minerva asked. "We're in the same classes, Harry. It doesn't seem like we've been getting a lot of homework to me."

"Not all of its homework. I still have to plan for D.A."

Minerva looked at Harry skeptically. He'd been using that excuse a lot lately. She wondered what he was really up to. She had a feeling this was about whatever he was doing with those stolen potion ingredients. "Is that really what you're doing—working on D.A.?"

"It is, Min. What else would I be doing?" Harry answered quickly.

Minerva frowned. Harry had said that a little too quickly.

"Really, it is." Harry repeated.

Minerva smiled weakly. "Alright," she said, "If you have work to do..." She shrugged. "I'm just really starting to miss you, Harry."

Harry took her hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm sorry, Min. But I'm sure that very soon I'll have loads of free time. I just have to get through...through D.A. first."

"Right. D. A." Minerva said quietly. "Are you sure there's nothing else going on?" She asked, hoping Harry would tell her the truth this time.

Harry was quiet for a moment before answering. "No, there isn't. Just a lot of work."

"But if there was something going on, you'd tell me, right?" Minerva pushed.

Harry smiled, then kissed her gently on the cheek. "I have to go now. I'll see you tonight. We'll talk then, okay." He waved a quick good-bye, then hurried off in the direction of the library.

Minerva watched Harry go, acutely aware that he had not answered her question. She frowned and continued on to the Great Hall alone. She had really hoped Harry would tell her what he was doing on his own. She didn't want to look like a spy, but it seemed if she wanted any answers, she would have to ask Harry the questions directly.

Minerva pushed the door to the Great Hall open and looked around. She spotted Hermione and Ron, and walked over to join them.

Hermione looked up from her diner as Minerva sat. "Where's Harry?"

"Library," Minerva answered shortly. Then thinking she might be able to find out something for them, asked, "Do you know why?"

Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. "I'm sure he has a lot of work to do." Ron mumbled, avoiding Minerva's eyes.

Minerva frowned. Of course Hermione and Ron would cover for Harry. They had been doing so for years. Why stop now? But Minerva wasn't bothered by them no talking. She wanted the truth from Harry.

"Yes, I'm sure he does." She said tightly. Then noticing the extremely uncomfortable looks crossing their faces, she forced a smile and added, "He has been busy with D.A. and classes and everything."

Hermione nodded, quickly agreeing. "That is true. Speaking of classes, what do you think of Hagrid keeping the dragon around? I love Hagrid and all, but I think its time for that dragon to go."

"Absolutely," Ron said, only too glad to be on a different subject. "Who knows what it'll try to bite off next."

And they continued along that line of conversation through the rest of diner, discussing their classes and complaining about the ridiculous amounts of homework. But Minerva only half listened, picking at her food. Her mind was still with Harry and what he was hiding form her. She wondered if she should just ask him what was going on. She suddenly realized she didn't care if she looked like a spy. If she wanted the truth, she'd just have to pry it out of him. Minerva shook her head. She shouldn't have to pry. Harry should want to tell her on his own. He shouldn't want to keep secrets from her. Minerva's eyes widened as a thought suddenly struck. If Harry was keeping things from her, did that mean he didn't trust her?

"Min, are you ready?"

Minerva blinked and looked up at Hermione. She and Ron were standing, ready to head back to Gryffindor tower. Minerva looked around and noticed that the Great Hall was mostly empty now. She had been so lost in thought she hadn't even notice the dinner period pass by. "Oh, yes. I'm ready. I was just...thinking "

Hermione smiled understandingly, as Minerva quickly stood and followed the two of them out of the Great Hall. Minerva walked in silence most of the way back to the tower content with her thoughts as company. Half-way there Hermione slowed her pace and fell into step besides Minerva.

"You're worried about Harry." She said.

Minerva smiled. "Am I so transparent?"

Hermione shrugged. "Don't worry." She said. "He's...okay."

Minerva looked at her. "I know. He just has a lot of work."

Hermione looked away. "Whatever it is," she said after a bit, "He'll tell you. He really cares about you, Min, and he doesn't want to see you hurt."

"What is afraid is going to hurt me?"

Hermione shook her head. "That I really do not know. Just give him some time. I'm sure he'll talk to you soon."

Minerva nodded. "Okay." She agreed. She'd give Harry a little more time. She hoped he'd tell her what he was doing. She'd feel a lot better. Then she would know he did trust her. But she was getting very tired of watching and waiting. If he didn't explain himself soon, she was going to get the answers out of him one way or another.

Minerva didn't sleep much that night. She had waited in the common room for Harry to return. But after curfew had come and passed, and everyone else had gone to bed, Minerva gave up the wait. She climbed the stairs to the room she shared and fell miserably into bed. She couldn't shake the feeling that Harry was doing something royally stupid right under her nose, and she was just too blind to see it.

The next morning she hurried down to the common room, hoping to see Harry there. He wasn't. 'Probably in the library again,' she though angrily and left with Ginny and Hermione for breakfast.

Harry showed up at the Great Hall, just before it was time to head for class. "Morning," he said brightly to Minerva, snagging a piece of toast.

"Where were you last night?" Minerva asked, not returning the greeting. "I waited for you to come back after diner."

"Oh." Harry said, looking truly sorry. "I got back before diner was over and just went straight up to bed."

"But I thought we were going to talk."

"I'm sorry, Min." Harry said. "I was really tired."

Minerva frowned. Things had been going so well the first week and a half after they had gotten back together. Why were they going south now? Minerva took a deep breath. This was neither the time nor the place to get into an argument with Harry. Besides, they still had a full day of classes to go through. She doubted she'd be able to focus as it was. At least her first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. She could zone out in there and not miss a thing.

"It's okay, Harry." She said, even though she didn't think it was. Gathering up her books and standing, she said, "Come on, let's go. We don't want to be late."

Harry nodded shoving the piece of toast into his mouth and slinging his bag over his shoulders.

Minerva stepped ahead of Harry, falling into step besides Hermione. She looked back over her shoulder at Harry who looked at her curiously as if wondering why she wasn't walking next to him. Minerva turned forward again. She was a little upset with him and she didn't want to make small talk all the way to the South tower. If he didn't want to talk to her about what mattered, he didn't have to talk to her at all. Minerva wondered briefly if she was being unreasonable. She didn't remember love being so confusing. At least she'd have time in Defense Against the Dark Arts to work things out.

As it turned out, she had very little time in the class to think through her problems. For whatever reason, Professor Trelawney had decided to give a pop quiz. Minerva wound up spending the better part of the period pretending to see dark foes in her future by reading various objects. Professor Trelawney didn't buy her act and she didn't do very well on the quiz. Minerva suffered through the class knowing that it was going to be a very long day.

And Potions did not make the day any shorter. Professor Snape kept staring at Minerva, as if he expected her to grow a second head. Half-way through the lesson, Minerva got tired of the scrutiny and raised her hand.

Professor Snape approached her cauldron and asked, "What is it, Ms. James?"

"What is your problem?" Minerva hissed.

Professor Snape blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Are you expecting me to spontaneously combust or something?" She went on. "Is there nothing else in this room for you to stare at besides me?"

Professor Snape scowled darkly. "Fifteen points from Gryffindor," He said coldly, "And remain after class Ms. James. I think we need to talk."

"What else is new?" Minerva replied sarcastically.

"Make that twenty points from Gryffindor." Professor Snape said, before turning on his heels and, in a swirl of black robes, headed for his desk once more.

Minerva rolled her eyes and turned her attentions back to her potion. Well, that had accomplished nothing but at least she had been able to vent some of the frustration that had been building since breakfast.

"You seem to be in a bad mood today."

Minerva looked around, completely surprised to see Draco leaning towards her. He smiled coolly. "Trouble in paradise?"

Minerva frowned, more than a little shocked that Draco was actually speaking to her. For weeks now it had been like he wasn't even there, he had been so silent. She wondered what made him talk to her now. "What do you mean by that?"

Draco glanced towards Harry and Minerva followed his gaze. Harry stood on the other side of the room working on his potion, but it appeared he was in auto pilot mode. His hands were doing the work, but his head was clearly else where. He was so lost in his own thought, that he didn't even notice Draco whispering to Minerva. Even when they were apart, Harry never missed when Draco would have a conversation with her.

Minerva frowned, but didn't answer. Draco let the silence hang for a bit before saying, "You're worth a lot more than that."

Minerva looked at him. "Don't start, Draco. Harry's a great person."

Draco shrugged. "You're allowed to believe whatever you like. No matter how untrue it is. It's a shame though. You really could do so much better." Draco reached over and lightly touched her hand.

Minerva jerked away. Deciding the best way to deal with Draco was to ignore him, she turned back to her potion, refusing to comment. She didn't need this from Draco. Not today.

"I heard a nasty little rumor about you and Potter." Draco went on, obviously ignoring the fact that Minerva was ignoring him. "It was something crazy, about the two of you being—and I know this is going to sound ridiculous—together."

"Well, I heard a nasty rumor about you, too." Minerva replied testily. "Something about you going drag in the evenings."

Draco's expression darkened, but the look was quickly replaced by that cold smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Ouch, Mindy. But I suppose I deserved that." He leaned towards her and said quietly, "I'm sorry."

Minerva looked at Draco, completely surprised by him for the second time in less than five minutes. "You're what?"

Draco grimaced. "You're going to make me repeat it."

"I'm just not sure I heard you right the first time."

"I'm sorry." Draco said again. "I'm sorry I've been such a..." He paused, searching for the right words.

"Spoiled, sulky boy." Minerva supplied.

Draco grimaced again. "You could call it that. It's just, I thought things were going well between us."

"They were." Minerva answered. "But we were always only friends. I'm sorry the way things came out in the end. I was worried that you were getting the wrong idea about us."

Draco nodded. "Right," he said, "Only friends." He turned a withering glare on an oblivious Harry. "You think he's better than me?"

Minerva stared at Draco. She had never heard him sound so vulnerable. She suddenly wondered if he had really been developing feelings for her. "Draco..."

"I know." Draco said, smiling coolly once more. "No need to answer. Of course no on is better than me. You Gryffindors just like to stick together."

Minerva frowned. "Draco."

Draco chuckled softly. "I'm only teasing." He turned towards her, very serious once again. "That friend thing worked for us before, didn't it. Do you think we can give that another try?"

Minerva glanced over at Harry who was still lost in his own world. She remembered what he had said to her about Draco not being trust worthy. She still didn't know where that had come from. It was probably just Harry being jealous. But she had made a promise. "I don't know, Draco. I think maybe it's too late for us."

Draco frowned. "Are you saying that just because Potter doesn't like me. You can't seriously be letting him tell you who can and can not be friends with. God, Mindy, I thought you were stronger than that."

"This has nothing to do with Harry." Minerva lied.

"Yeah, I'm sure it doesn't." Draco returned.

"Listen..."

"Ms. James."

Minerva looked around to see Professor Snape frowning down at her. She must have gotten a little loud.

"Do you want to lose more points for you house? No talking in class." He said.

"Oh, but, I was..."

"Ten point from Gryffindor." Snape cut her off. "Now kindly shut up so that the other students can concentrate on their work."

"Sorry." Minerva mumbled. She glanced at Draco, but he was staring moodily at his potion. Minerva pressed her lips together and looked up at Harry. He had finally returned to reality, and was now staring at her curiously. He threw her a questioning look. Minerva only shrugged and went back to her potion. Yes, it was gong to be a very long day.

Draco didn't speak to her again, which she was relatively glad for. Harry had woken up and was now watching the other boy closely. Besides, Minerva wasn't sure how to answer his offer of friendship. She knew it would cause problems with Harry if she accepted, but could she really let him tell her who was or wasn't a good person?

When the period ended, Minerva wanted nothing more than to grab her things and get out of there. If only she could.

Harry approached her cauldron as soon as Professor Snape dismissed the class.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Draco looked up from putting his things away and smirked. "If you had been paying attention, Potter, you would know Professor Snape asked her to stay after." He looked over at Minerva. "Really, you want to be with this git."

"Malfoy..." Harry growled, grabbing Draco's robes so suddenly, she didn't have a chance to object.

"Resorting to physical violence again are you, Potter." Draco said, completely un-phased. "I didn't know you had so little confidence in you dueling abilities."

Harry let Draco go and the boy straighten his slightly rumpled robe. He glanced at Minerva and smiled, "I'll see you later." He gave Harry on last withering glare before picking up his book bag and leaving.

Harry stared daggers at his retreating back. "I really, really dislike him."

"I noticed" Minerva said, very relieved the two didn't end up in another fist fight.

"You really have to stay after?" Harry asked, his expression softening as he turned back to her.

Minerva sighed and nodded. "I just don't know when to stay quiet."

"Do you want me to wait outside?"

Minerva shook her head no. "You should go."

Harry glanced at Professor Snape. "You sure?"

Minerva nodded. "Go."

"Alright." Harry agreed. "I'll see you in the Great Hall."

Minerva looked up at him. "You're going to lunch?"

"Yeah." Harry smiled. "Why wouldn't I?"

Minerva shrugged. "I just thought you might be working on...D.A. again."

The smile on Harry's face faded. "I'm sorry I've been distant lately." He said quietly. He looked around. The room was practically empty. Professor Snape stood at the front, his arms folded across his chest, attempting to stare Harry down. "But we'll talk about that later." Harry said. "I think Snape is giving me my cue to leave."

Minerva nodded. "I'm glad we'll be having lunch together, Harry." She whispered.

Harry smiled and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, before leaving her alone with Professor Snape.

Minerva watched Harry leave, then taking a deep breath, reluctantly approached Snape's desk. She knew what was coming now. Now, Professor Snape would learn of her decision, and after that, she would have to tell Dumbledore.

"The two of you seem to be getting along very well," Snape commented as Minerva stopped in front of him.

"Yes, well, you know." Minerva answered vaguely.

"No, I don't know." Professor Snape frowned. "And what I also don't know is why you're still sixteen."

Minerva looked away. 'Here it comes,' she thought.

"Care to explain to me why you haven't grown up yet."

Minerva pressed her lips together, then, avoiding Snape's eyes, answered, "I took the potion again."

"What? Why would you do that after Professor Dumbledore and I told you to stop?"

Minerva kept eyes on the floor. How was she supposed to explain herself. Deciding to start with an excuse she said. "I took it because I was afraid Harry was up to something. The only way I could find out what was to take the potion again and stay Mindy James."

Professor Snape folded his arms across his chest. "Oh. And what was he up to?"

Minerva looked up at Snape and lied. "Nothing. I was wrong."

Snape looked as if he knew she was covering for Harry but he didn't question it. "Fine, don't take the potion again. Since Potter is behaving there is no reason to."

Minerva glanced back at the floor and said, "Actually, I am going to take it again."

"What are you talking about, Minerva?"

"I've decided I like sixteen, and I'm going to stay sixteen."

Professor Snape stared at her for a bit, then started laughing.

Minerva looked up at him surprised. Of all the years she had known Snape, she had never once heard him laugh. Her apprehension at telling Snape of her relationship with Harry was suddenly replaced with anger. "Did I say something funny?" She asked, frowning.

"No." Snape answered. "It's me. I thought I heard you say the most idiotic thing. It sounded like you said you like being sixteen."

Minerva looked up at him, folding her arms across her chest. "I did say I like being sixteen."

This time Snape didn't crack a smile. Minerva decided she liked it better when he was laughing. "Why?" Snape asked at last. For once he actually seemed lost for words. "What could you possibly like about this age? There's raging hormones, everything is changing, not to mention its the peak period for pimples. Why on this Earth would you want to stay..." Snape's eyes widen, then narrowed to thin slits. "Potter." He spat.

Minerva looked up at him. She smiled slightly. "Yes, its Harry."

Professor Snape stared at her, completely off balanced. He obviously didn't believe what he was hearing. "You can't be serious."

"I am." Minerva answered, lifting her head high. She grinned and deciding to mess with Snape's head even more said, "I want to bare his children."

Professor Snape looked visibly ill. "I think I need to sit down." He said, going behind his desk and plopping down in his chair. He looked up at her after a bit, then said, "you've lost your mind, haven't you?"

"I haven't lost my mind."

"Then please explain to me why you're dating you student?"

"He isn't my student, not anymore. Harry's okay with who I was and he wants..."

"I don't give a damn what Potter thinks or wants. He has an excuse for his idiocy. He's actually sixteen. But you...I'll ask again, Minerva, what the hell are you thinking?"

Minerva frowned at Snape, then grabbing her book bag started for the door. "I've made my decision." She said, looking over her shoulder at him. "And I don't have to explain myself to you, Severus."

Snape's eyebrow twitched. "Fine," he said, "you don't have to explain yourself to me, but you do have to explain yourself to Professor Dumbledore."

This halted Minerva in mid-step. She had hoped she could get out of the room without Snape bring up Dumbledore. She had never really been afraid to tell Professor Snape about her relationship with Harry. It was Professor Dumbledore she was afraid to talk to. He might be angry with her, or worse--he'd give her that disappointed look. Minerva loathed that look.

She had come this far, though, there was not turning back now. "I know. I'll go talk to him."

"When?" Snape asked.

"In a week or so," Minerva answered, feeling that was plenty soon enough.

"I'll give you two days to think about this." Snape said, obviously disagreeing. "I expect you to see Dumbledore by Thursday afternoon, or I will."

"Uh, maybe I'll see him Saturday, then." Minerva said, hoping to get a little more time.

Snape shook his head. "Thursday, Minerva."

"Have it your way then. I'll talk to him Friday."

Snape frowned. "Today."

"Thursday it is." Minerva quickly agreed. She started for the door once more but Snape called her name stopping her again. "Minerva, please give up this madness." He said. "You do realize you only think you love Potter because of the potion. It's all an illusion brought on by an over abundance of teenage hormones."

"Yeah?" Minerva asked, opening the door. "Well, it feels real to me." With that she stepped out of the room, slamming the door closed behind her. She walked away slowly, heading for lunch and for Harry. As she left the lower levels of the school, she nodded slightly to herself. That had gone a lot better than she thought it would. Hopefully, Professor Dumbledore would take the news as well as Professor Snape had.

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"So what happened?" Harry asked as Min sat next to him and began filling her plate with food. "Did you tell him?"

Min stuck a roll of ham in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

"Well?" Ron asked. Hermione sat on the other side of him, staring at her curiously.

Harry had found Ron and Hermione as soon as he had gotten out of class and told them that Min had stayed after to talk to Professor Snape. They had naturally assumed she would tell Snape her decision to remain with Harry. The three of them picked a spot at their house table that was farthest away from the other students and had waited impatiently for her return. Harry was half afraid that Snape would force something down Min's throat that would make her old again. He was extremely glad to see she was still Min, but he was dying to know what Snape had said to her.

Min finished chewing then said slowly. "I did it. I told him that I was going to remain sixteen."

"And?" Hermione prompted. "What did he say?"

"Well, he told me that I had lost my mind." Min answered.

Ron nodded. "Typical response. Anything else?"

"He also said that what I was feeling for Harry was only an illusion, and I quoted, 'brought on by an over abundance of teenage hormones'."

Harry looked at Min. "What did you say?"

She smiled at him. "That it felt real to me."

"Yeah?" Harry asked, unexpectedly relieved to hear the answer.

"Yeah, Harry." Min answered. "Do you think I'm doing this just to see if I can make that little vein in Snape's forehead pulse?"

"Well, that has to be a perk."

Min smiled. "It is."

"But he just let you get away with that?" Hermione asked. "He must have wanted more of an explanation than that."

"I told him that I didn't have to explain myself to him and left." Min answered.

Ron grinned. "That's right, you don't. Way to tell him, Min."

Min nodded, then wrinkled her forehead in a slight frown. "I didn't get out of there before he told me that I did have to explain myself to Professor Dumbledore, though."

"Oh." Harry said sympathetically. "That's what you've been worrying over, talking to Dumbledore."

Min nodded. "But I'd have to face him sometime." She said. "I think I'm ready now." She grinned at Harry. "Once I tell him, Harry. It'll be official. Everyone that should know will know."

Harry nodded, then asked, "No second thoughts?"

Min shook her head no. "I've given this a lot of thought, already. I didn't make this decision lightly. I want this. I think its right for me. For us."

Harry smiled. "So do I."

"Just tell Professor Dumbledore that." Hermione said. "He'll see just how much you care about Harry and he'll understand why you made this choice."

Min looked down at her plate. "I hope so." She said.

"He will." Hermione said reassuringly. "When will you go to see him?"

"Professor Snape is giving me two days to get my head together. He expects me to go see Dumbledore Thursday afternoon."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Harry asked.

Min shook her head. "No. I think it should just be me this first time. But I'm sure he'll want to see you later."

"I'll be looking forward to that." Harry said, dryly.

"Who wouldn't?" Min teased.

They finished their lunch, Min worrying over what she could say to Professor Dumbledore and Hermione attempting to give her useful advice. Harry couldn't believe how anxious he felt that Min was going to the headmaster. He didn't think he'd be so affected when the time finally came for her to talk to Professor Dumbledore. Now that it had arrived, though, he realized just how worried he was about what Dumbledore would say. If Professor Dumbledore absolutely forbade the relationship would Min break it off again? Harry didn't thin k he could stand losing her. The recent pain of his misery without her was still fresh and he didn't want to experience that again. He tried to tell himself he was being ridiculous. Professor Dumbledore would never forbid their relationship. That just wasn't the way Dumbledore was. But there was still the nagging doubt in the back of his mind. Thursday, though, it would be over. Dumbledore would know and Harry's and Min's relationship would be solidified—or dissolved.

Harry found his mind wondering through the last of his classes. He couldn't focus, wondering about what Professor Dumbledore would say or do to Min. And he also found himself thinking of the Polyjuice potion, bubbling away in the Room of Requirement. That morning, just after Defense Against the Dark Arts, Hermione had pulled Harry aside and whispered the one bit of news he had been waiting for, for almost a month—the potion was done.

Now Harry could finally make his move. He could trick Pansy into revealing Lestrange. He could find her. Harry found that he wasn't so much glad with the prospect as he was terrified. Again that little sensible, reasonable voice in the back of his head was yelling at him to go tell Professor Dumbledore, or Professor Lupin, or anybody. He just couldn't possibly expect to take on Lestrange and win. But Harry refused to listen to reason. He was dead set on doing this his way; no matter what his better judgment was telling him to do.

Harry had already gotten the last thing he needed to make the Polyjuice complete. He had gotten a few strands of Malfoy's hair. He couldn't believe how easy Malfoy had made it for him. One stupid comment and Harry had the perfect excuse to grab Malfoy's robes. Now all Harry had to do was decide when the perfect time to act would be. After spending nearly the entire day thinking about it, he had decided to go on as usual, hoping the right time would present itself.

The next morning Harry went on as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. He didn't mention anything about Min having to see Professor Dumbledore the following evening. He didn't talk about the Polyjuice potion or his plans to Ron or Hermione. He tried his best not to think about Lestrange. He knew very soon his world would be changing again and for a little, at least, he wanted his life to feel normal.

Harry had actually forgotten how well he could do in class when he wasn't obsessing over something. He'd worn points for Gryffindor in Transfiguration; something he hadn't done in a while. Even Care of Magical Creatures went well. To the immense relief of all the students, the Horntail dragon was going. Hagrid announced (a little tearfully) that the dragon had gotten too big to be kept safely and was sent back to the Dragon Sanctuary. It was the opinion of most everybody that the dragon had gotten too big ages ago, and not a sole (except Hagrid) was sorry to see it leave.

So instead of attempting to feed a very dangerous, often times angry dragon, Hagrid took them into the Forbidden forest. Normally, this wouldn't be a good thing, but compared to the alternative, no one was complaining.

"Thare's a unicorn tree growin' not so deep in." Hagrid explained as he marched the students down one of the paths of the forest. "Som'times male unicorns hang about it. Ah know you've seen females an' babies, but tha males look diff'ent. Ah think it'll be good fer you ta know one when you see one."

"Finally, we get to see some guy unicorns." Dean said as they tracked through the woods. "I knew there had to be some boys around some where."

"Hagrid, do the male unicorns not like it when boys try to touch them?" Seamus asked.

"Naw." Hagrid answered. "Males don' like it when anybody tries ta touch 'em. If we see one, only look. Males can be aggressive. Ah've seen one try ta run down a centaur once. So keep yer distance and keep still."

"Unicorns couldn't be that bad." Parvati said as they continued along the path. "The ladies and babies were very sweet."

"Actually," Hermione said, "The males are pretty dangerous."

Min nodded, "Maybe even as dangerous as that dragon."

"Nothing is as dangerous as that dragon." Ron disagreed.

The group followed Hagrid deeper into the Forbidden forest. Hagrid had never taken his class this far into the forest before. It was early morning outside, but in her, it could have been twilight. The students looked around nervously, afraid of what might be lurking in the shadows. Harry kept glancing over his shoulder, not afraid of what might be in there, but afraid of what he knew was in there.

After an eternity, Hagrid slowed and announced, "Here we are."

The group followed Hagrid a few more steps and found themselves in a small clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a magnificent tree bathed in sunlight. It wasn't as tall or as thick as some of the trees around, but it was by far the most beautiful. The entire tree was silver. Not the silver of a white birch or a sycamore whose bark had peeled by, but the silver of the precious metal. Even the leaves that were just beginning to bud again were silver.

"It's so pretty." Some of the girls whispered in awe.

Harry had to agree. He had never seen a unicorn tree before, and he was suddenly sorry he hadn't paid closer attention in Herbology. He knew a little about the trees from Neville, Lavender, and Hermione, but he found himself wishing he knew more.

"Don' know why this one's growin' so far away from tha main stand." Hagrid said. "But it's a good thing fer you all. Ah can't catch and bring a male unicorn out fer you ta see, but now thare's a good chance you migh' see one anyway. Stay to tha edg o' tha clearing and stay quiet."

Everybody obeyed, settling down at the edge to wait. They talked quietly off and on for most of the period waiting for a unicorn to show. As the period wore on, it didn't look as if one was going to make an appearance, and Harry became restless. He found himself gazing into the darkness of the forest surrounding the clearing. He saw several small paths, probably made by the unicorns. His eyes tried to trace one path back into the woods. As he stared into the gloom he thought he saw a flicker of movement. He pointed this out to Min, Hermione and Ron.

"Maybe it's a unicorn." Ron said, hopefully. They watched the spot but nothing appeared.

Near the end of the period, Hagrid looked back at his class, shaking his head disappointedly. "Sorry. Ah don' think ones goin' ta show. Maybe next time. Let's head back."

Everybody stood and mumbling quietly followed Hagrid back through the forest. Harry looked back at the place he had seen movement wondering if a unicorn had been lurking back there.

"Well, that was the best class we've had so far." Seamus said, happily. "Not very interesting, but at least I didn't have anything trying to bite off chunks of me this time."

Most of the students were of the opinion that the class was one of the better ones this year. Not very exciting, but they'd all take sitting in the sun under the shade of a beautiful silver tree over Hagrid's usual lessons any day. Although Care of Magical Creature was less than remarkable, Divinations more than made up for it.

Normally, Harry would relax during the class. He had no talent for the subject and, while Firenze wanted everybody to about Divination, he only really pushed Ron to perform. The class period didn't start off any differently than before. Firenze had come full circle in his lesson, and was once again teaching on reading the stars. Now that they had theoretically learned to read other living things, they should be able to grasp the bigger picture and understand the stars. No one was grasping the bigger picture. Even Ron was lost and would spend the period staring up at the starry sky just as blankly as everyone else.

Harry didn't mind the lessons though. They made for extremely confusing homework assignments, but incredibly relaxing class periods. Their only task during class was to study the stars. Harry certainly didn't mind lying on his back in the soft enchanted grass and watching the stars float by overhead. Having Min next to him made it all the better.

"This spot looks as good as any." Harry said, lying down between two trees.

Min stretched out beside him and closed her eyes. "I love this class." She said.

Harry glanced up at the sky and asked, "What do you think the stars are saying about us?"

Min opened her eye, looking up. "I think they're saying we have a very bright future ahead of us."

Harry took her had, lacing his fingers through hers. "I think you're right."

"Uhg." Ron commented, walking past them and sitting in the grass next to Min. "You're in the wrong room with those feelings. Take it to Astronomy Tower."

Min laughed and tightening her grip on Harry's hand a little, said, "Maybe we will."

Harry felt himself turning red and quickly changed subjects. "Er, Ron, are you having any luck understanding the stars yet?"

Ron tilted his head back, looking up at the sky. "Not yet." He answered. "I'm trying, but I just get nothing. Firenze swears it just takes time."

"It probably does." Min said. "I'm sure that sort of thing doesn't just happen over night. It probably takes years to master."

Ron nodded. "I know." He said. "But I've been working with Firenze since the start of the school year and I'm no closer to reading those"—he gesture at the sky—"than I was last year when he first told us about it."

"You'll get it, Ron." Min said confidently.

"Maybe," Ron answered, a little unsure. He stood and walked towards one of the trees Harry and Min laid between.

"You're supposed to be reading stars, Ron, not trees." Harry said, watching his friend.

Ron shrugged. "It doesn't make much difference which one I try. I haven't had much luck with trees either. Not since that first time." He laid one hand against the trunk. "Firenze says reading trees is almost as difficult as reading the stars."

"Do you find it weird that Firenze likes to start us with hard stuff before moving on to the easy?" Harry asked.

"Doesn't matter to me where he start." Min said closing her eyes again. "I can't do any of it." She sight deeply, then said. "I think I may take a short nap."

Harry looked over at her. "Are you saying you want to sleep with me?" He asked softly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Min laughed. "For that we really would need to visit Astronomy Tower."

Harry felt himself turning red again and was glad Min's eyes were closed and Ron was focusing on that tree. Harry looked back at the sky. He was incredibly comfortable, lying next to Min in the grass. If he closed his eyes, then it would be like no one else was there. It was only him and Min and the world was perfect.

And his perfect world got trampled on by four very large hooves. Harry felt the presence over him, more so than hearing him approach. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at two very tall furry legs. Harry sat up quickly, disturbing Min beside him, who had actually fallen asleep. She sat up also and looked around to find Firenze staring calmly down at both of them.

"Oh, sorry, Sir." Min quickly apologized. "We were just, er, resting our eyes."

Harry nodded, "Yeah, but only for a little while."

"It's alright." Firenze answered with a slight smile of understanding. "Just try to focus. Your homework will be based on what you observe in class today."

Harry and Min quickly agreed, promising to pay attention to the stars. Firenze waved away the promise and turned to Ron.

Harry looked back and saw that Ron was still focusing on the tree. There was something different about the way Ron stood, with one had still pressed against the trunk. Harry watched him for a second and then felt his breath catch. He remembered the last time Ron had looked that way. Harry glanced at Min who was also watching Ron. She gave Harry a knowing look. She recognized it too. Ron had either had, was having, or was about to have a vision. Harry hoped desperately that all Ron would read in the future were sunshine, rainbows, and puppy dogs.

"Mr. Weasley." Firenze said quietly, so that he wouldn't attract the attention of the entire class. "Ron, what do you see? What is the tree telling you?"

Ron's brow furrowed in concentration.

"Try closing you eyes." Firenze instructed. Ron obeyed. "Now, tell me what you see."

Ron answered slowly. "The Earth sees dark times. A friend of the dark, a foe of the light will rise and attack the strongest castle of its enemy"-- "That's just like the first time," Min whispered.-- "The marked one must be wary of the black...black hate. The corrupting black will twist the marked one. The strongest castle will lie in rubble at his hand, then he too will fall into darkness." Ron fell silent. With a gasp for breath he opened his eyes and quickly stepped back from the tree, as if it had somehow stung him.

Harry stared at Ron, not sure what to think. Min was right. This was just like last time. Only this time he had finished the reading. Ron turned slowly to Harry. He wasn't nearly as shaky as he was the first time had done this, but he was very pale, and his eyes glowed fiercely.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked standing and walking towards Ron.

Ron stood still and stared at Harry steadily. "Don't go through with it." He said, as if he hadn't heard Harry's question.

Harry stared at Ron. He wanted so much to pretend he didn't know what Ron was talking about. But he did. He knew all too well. "Ron..." Harry started.

"Don't." Ron said again. "If you do you're going to die."

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There you go peoples. One more chapter finished and we are getting ever closer to the end. I know you can't wait. I can't. I know, this chapter was a bit of a slow down, but it was necessary to get some loose ends tied up. Actually, I'm not sure I tied up all that many loose ends. In fact I think I might have made a few more. Oh, well, the chapter was still important. But if you're missing your action, don't worry. Loads will happen next chapter. Loads was supposed to happen this chapter, till I cut it in half. So loads and loads will happen next chapter. Promise. And yes, I know, there is a high level of cheesy-ness in this chapter, but I couldn't resist. And I've been getting sick (too many late nights studying—yeah....right...studying). So I blame most of the cheese of delirium. But enough of that nonsense. Let's get to the part you guys really read my fic—review comments:

Numba1: I did think about that, the aging thing. I just didn't have Minerva think about till later. But I didn't forget. Well, you see what Snape thinks about Minerva's choice, but as for Prof. D.-- You'll just have to wait with everybody else to find out.

Sorrow1: You don't like ping-pongy relationships? I thought everybody liked those

Roxoan(): There will definitely be a side effect to the potion. There's a couple of ways I'm considering taking the side effect but it's still up in the air. I have think about what might be best for the story and the possible (big emphasis on possible) sequel.

Harry didn't tell 'cause I didn't have him tell. I know, weak reason, but I seriously can't think of a good reason for him not just telling what he overheard, other than the fact that it would totally screw up my plot line from that point on.

I haven't had a chance to look at that other fanfic. Between school and trying to finish this chapter in a timely manner, I haven't had time to look at any fanfics. As soon as I finish this story, I'm going to catch up on all the fics I've been missing. Thanks for telling me about that one though. I'm definitely going to check it out.

albus's bitch: Since you cried about there being only two more chapters I decided to extend the story. Well that's not the real reason, but for that 2.2 nanoseconds it took you to read that line, didn't you feel special? And how could I not mention someone with as creative a name as yours? By the by, I like it when you're hyper.

Meghan(): Not to worry about there ever being a Malfoy/Minerva pairing. Malfoy has the potential to be an okay guy, but not in my fic.

ZanyMuggle: Your screen name is so cute! I'm glad you think my story is worth the wait. And I'm glad you see Min and Minerva as too different people. I worked hard to turn McGonagall into a sixteen year old kid.

Jack B Nimble(): You think my comment section is too long? Just a curious question. But I do like to answer reviews. And I hope you found this chapter longer. 'Cause it took me long enough to finish. Did I say I was sorry about the huge break?

Nerweniel: I strive for originality. I know, if they stay together, bye-bye McGonagall. I'm not so sure that's a good thing, but what the heck. It's my story; I can do whatever I feel like. But I'm not saying they're staying together. I'm not saying anything yet.

iGOstag(): Do you really? Go stag I mean.

Elkebaby: Yes, Draco does, but if he does suffer, he'd never let you know it. That's the way I figure he is (I hate stupid, little, whinny, brat Draco's, even though mine turned into one for at least a little while).

Superhpfreak: Hello there. I tried it out loud. You're right, saying the greeting out loud is very effective. Nice. I know my statement about the long wait was totally pointless and meaningless, I just hoped if I was nice, people would forget they had to wait a long time, and not send me any hate mail. But I blew it this chapter. Didn't I? Read my little note at the top? Sorry for lying, but didn't I mean too. Honest.

In reference to moving the DA to the Quiditch pitch. No, no particular reason. But it did give Harry the opportunity to overhear Draco and Pansy's conversation. I could have done it a different way, but I thought this way was easiest. Oh, and the way I imagined my invented broom closet, it was built in to one of the side walls. You know, like your closet at home. I actually have built in cabinet/cupboard type thing in the hall outside my bedroom door. I suppose you could move it, but you'd have to take out half the wall first. About the prank. I cut the chapter in half, so you'll have to wait till next chapter to find out.

Of course, Malfoy liked Min. And you are one of ONLY two people to vote against a Harry/Min permanent relationship. But stand strong in your solidarity. It makes you a wonderful and different individual. But doesn't help you win your case. Lucky for you, the world of Qwest is not a democracy. And my vote is worth one million, trillion votes. So what ever I say goes in the end. Unfortunately, for you, I'm easily persuaded. What can I say? I like to please the masses.

And if I do a sequel, I might very well take you up on your offer. Like I said at the beginning of this story, I just moved and I haven't found anyone I really want to read my stuff yet. But we'll see.

On-A-Rainy-Day: Hiya. It doesn't matter how late your reviews come, so long as you review. You're the second of ONLY two people to vote against Harry and Min. I'll tell you the same thing I told superhpfreak. I guess I can see where you're coming from though. I know sticking them back together may seem a little, um, strange if you go under the assumption that they have to be apart by the end of the fic. But trust me, it is necessary. And I want tell you if your predictions are right, yet. You'll probably find out by next chapter. You would've found out in this chapter expect I had to cut in half. Thanks for the review. Don't forget to review again.

Ellen(): I have no idea why I have so few reviews either. Thanks for the rating. A 9 isn't bad. That's still an A, right?

Shawn Pickett: Okay. Thanks for the very enlightening review. I think I've mentioned it before that I do need to do some major rewrites in some of the chapters. You've given me something to think about. Some things want change however. I need them way they are now, or else the whole thing falls to bits. In reference to points 1 and 2, she doesn't leave, okay. No really, I didn't think about it before. When I first conceived of this idea, I took enough time to scratch an over all plot line, and after that, I started writing the chapters. I was up-dating weekly in the olden days and was considering what was necessary for the story to continue in the most logical way. I know that's a poor excuse for making mistakes, but that's what I got. Back to Lestrange not busting out of Azkaban earlier, let's just pretend she's not as wily as our dear Mr. Black.

In reference to number 3 of your points. If Hermione got an O (and yes I do realize she would have been likely to get one) she would take potions with Harry. I needed her NOT to be with Harry in that class. It would have complicated things a bit for me, and with a Harry/Min relationship brewing the story was complicated enough.

About number 4. Need to rewrite a bit. I don't want to be one of those people who stop a fanfic to rewrite every chapter and only change a few things that the reader can live with and not get on with the story when everybody really just want to see how it ends. I don't think those issues are strong enough to stop and go rewrite right now. It doesn't really effect the big picture, so I'll do it later.

Finally, number 5. No DA was Snape's idea. He's a mean SOB and insisted on it. At least it played out in my head that way. Maybe I should've wrote that in, but I figured everyone would guess it was Snape behind it. And as for Snape getting a well deserved talking to, sorry, but not in this story. Don't you think he'd just be meaner to Harry because of it anyway? And of course Draco didn't get in trouble. Does he ever? Besides, he did get a slight concussion. That's something. About Harry telling Prof. D. to shove it where the sun don't shine, that never even entered my mind. I think Harry has too much respect for Prof. D. for that. There's a lot of other stuff you said in point 5 that I'm going to think about. I hope I answered some of your concerns.

Stryderdarkwynd(): You're the millionth person to suggest the potion has a side effect that makes it permanent. I have been thinking about that, like since chapter 1, and everybody seems to like the idea of that. Maybe I'll do it, or maybe I'll do something completely different. You'll find out soon enough.

Thanks everybody who reviewed. Review again and again. I do enjoy reviews. I have nothing more to say. So I will leave you with a promise to try and get the next chapter up in a timelier manner. Key word in the last sentence is "try" (not "promise"). So don't hold me to it. Now, that's all from me. So you've read, hopefully you've enjoyed, now it time to review.