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Hello. I know, I know. It took me forever but I have reasons! Too much homework! I have four projects on my plate along with a few extra curricular activities and it's taking it's toil on me. Ok, but here's the new chapter. Sorry if it took way too long!

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PinkyTheSnowman: Yeah, he is very different. Completely different. A lot of the characters will be that way because it's so long after the war and they've all seen so much and are living in a totally different environment. They are allowed out but Neville isn't because there's just too great a chance of him being caught. He's on the Death Eater's Most Wanted list lol. I can relate with the color yellow thing. My mom tried explaining it to me once except she used the color orange. Anywhoo thanks!

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Truth made you a traitor as it often does in a time of scoundrels-Lillian Hellman

"Hermione, what's the DA do?" Harry asked, gingerly.

He was curled up on the bed in his room with Hermione sitting crossed-legged across him. He was counting the days he'd been awake...eight days. They'd been long and dragged on forever. He hadn't left his room very much. It was usually only to visit Neville. On a daily basis many wizards and witches dropped by to visit him. Most of them were either his age or older. Slowly but surely he was beginning to learn names.

Hermione, who had been straightening her robes, snapped her head up at her question. "Who told you about the DA?"

"Nev-Somebody," Harry stumbled over his own words. That had been a close one. He didn't want to get Neville into trouble.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "Fine you don't tell me anything, then I don't tell you anything."

"Hermione! Come on," Harry pleading, feeling slightly like a little kid.

"You first," she said, stubbornly.

Harry sighed, "Neville told me."

Hermione made a slight 'Ahhh...' motion with her mouth. Harry didn't like it. She seemed too smug.

"He won't get in trouble will he?" Harry questioned.

"Nope," Hermione laughed, looking slightly surprised, "Of course not."

Harry nodded considerably, "Back to my question now. What does the DA do?"

"They hold meetings," Hermione grinned.

"Hey, that's unfair," Harry frowned.

"I gave you an answer!" Hermione said, smiling.

Harry crossed his arms and couldn't help but pout in jealously and spite of her cleverness. It hadn't taken him long to catch on that Hermione Granger was the smartest person around. At times it was unbelievably annoying but at others he quite appreciated it.

"Hermione," Harry spoke after a while, "The DA stands for Dumbledore's Army, right?"

"Right."

"Well, then, who's Dumbledore?" Harry asked, innocently.

"Hermione stiffed, "No one."

Harry wondered if he dared to contradict her. He decided he didn't. She looked stony.

"Is the DA like the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry implored further.

Hermione's eyes bulged and she coughed after choking on her own spit.

"Who in the world told you about the Order of the Phoenix?" Hermione demanded, this time growing serious.

"No one. The name Dumbledore just reminded me of it," Harry continued, "I've got no clue what it is though."

Hermione sighed, "You're remembering things faster and faster, aren't you?"

Harry nodded, "But I'd remember faster if you guys told me stuff."

"There are things in your past-our past-that no one would like to recall," she mumbled, unclearly.

The door opened and Luna entered, carrying a tray of milk and cookies for Harry and Hermione. The way she held the tray was so unsteady. With three fingers in all. Harry watched and cookies on the plate shift and the glasses of milk slide to one end of the tray and dangle off the edge before being swished to the other side. Miraculously enough she got the tray to the bed without dropping anything.

"Cookies, anyone?" she asked, gesturing towards them. Harry wasted no time in taking three in his palm and shoving them in his mouth. But Hermione hesitated.

"Actually, I've got to get going. I've got work tonight," Hermione said, smiling yet looking disappointed.

"So soon?" Harry inquired, slightly disappointed himself.

She nodded and bid them both farewell. She was just in time to catch Draco and Zachrias Smith leaving the third room to the left. It was amazing how much they looked like each other. Both of them always had identical snarls on their faces and pale skin, blonde hair. They were usually in each other's company and the rest of the DA barely tolerated them.

"Hello, Draco, Zachrias," Hermione greeted, trying to sound as cheerful as possible with prospect of scrubbing dishes looming over her.

"'Mione, been visiting Potter?" Zachrias questioned, casually.

"Of course she has," Draco spoke up, "It's all Granger does these days."

Hermione could feel a blush creep up her cheeks. What he just could be taken as a mere joke or as something deeper. Perhaps it was true that these past few days she'd only come to Headquarters to visit Harry but if he'd lost his best friend for nine years, he'd do the same.

"Visiting is only one amongst many things that I do," Hermione said, trying to keep her dignity.

"Suuure," Draco replied, perhaps unitentionally being haughty, "What's so great about him anyways? It's not like he remembers anything."

"It's more than that," Hermione said, "He makes me remember old times. He keeps he young."

"Same thing you said about Weasley and look what happened there," Draco said, hardly thinking. Hermione's expression froze.

Before Draco could respond Zachrias piped up and fortunately ended the conversation, "Come on Draco, we have business to attend to."

He followed immediately and left Hermione before she could react at all.

"Harry, come in," a voice tinkled through the air.

Harry raised his head slightly as he entered and caught the pale blue eyes of the aged wizard before him. He was wearing a long, dark, hat and mauve robes that clung to his body as if it was slipping away. Harry had only just noticed how thin he'd gotten. Or perhaps he was always thin and it was now that Harry noticed it.

The room he had entered had a warm feeling and was filled with various silver instruments that never slept. Just like the paintings of the headmasters and mistresses hung on the walls.

"Hello Professor," Harry heard his voice greet. Yet somehow he had a feeling that he hadn't needed to say it. Almost like what he was to say had already been planned.

"Same to you, Harry," the old wizard responded, "Come sit."

Harry sat on a creeky chair near him and folded his hands together to keep them warm. It was a cold day outside. Late winter. He wasn't quite sure how he knew this but somehow it felt like their was someone in his head telling him. Almost like he had two minds. One that knew all and another, the one he was trapped in, that remembered little.

"Why have you called me here, Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, "Am I in trouble of some kind?"

Dumbledore. His mind came awake as he devoured the wizened man with his eyes. So this was Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore. Memories; happy, sad, angry, love, hate, admiration and pain echoed throughout his body with such force he could barely keep from crying. He felt his breath quicken. And Hermione had fibbed and said he hadn't existed. Why would she do something like that?

"No, no," Dumbldore shook his head, "This is much more serious. That is why I have called you here in the dead of night."

Harry felt his back stiffen. He didn't like the feeling. It reminded him of when that evil wizard had placed the Imperius curse on him. Yet somehow it was like time was controlling him. Maybe he'd entered the body of his past self?

"What I am about to tell you cannot leave this room," Dumbledore continued, "And if it should Harry, you must remember that it would mean you're putting the lives of the entire Order in danger."

Harry nodded, numbly. He was practically dying with curiosity. Behind that he felt a shadow of emotion he'd been feeling when he'd first heard this, fear and anxiety.

"Well, we are afraid that someone, in the Order or close to it are also in constant contact with Voldemort," Dumbledore said, keeping his voice as solid as possible.

He could hardly dare to believe it. His last dream and this one were connected. They were one in the same world.

Harry's eyes widened, "Who?"

"I do not know," Dumbledore sighed, looking a tad disappointed in himself.

"How do you know?" Harry implored, determined to squeeze some more information out of Dumbledore.

"I cannot say, Harry, since you aren't an official member of the Order," Dumbledore explained.

Harry felt a sudden anger surge through his body, "I've would've been if you'd let me. I'm of age!"

"It isn't safe, Harry," Dumbledore said, quietly, "We've discussed this already."

"Discussed?" Harry said, almost laughing, "Yeah right. More like you talked and I listened then I obey!"

Harry didn't want to get mad at Dumbledore right now but somehow he couldn't control it. Sometimes pent up emotions got the better of him when it came to the headmaster.

Headmaster. How'd he known that? He was easily dumbfounding himself...

"Harry, please, this is not the time to become angry," Dumbledore said, obviously trying to calm him.

Harry pursed his lips, "Goodnight Professor."

"Yes, Goodnight Harry," Dumbledore said, sounding exasperated. He hadn't thought that Harry would yell at him yet again. Especially not tonight.

Harry stood and turned to leave when Dumbledore spoke one last time, "I suggest to not talk to Miss Granger or Mr. Weasley about this either."

Harry froze and an undeniable amount of anger pumped his body, "So you think Ron and Hermione might be spies?"

"I never said that," Dumbledore said, "But the more people know the greater the risk of the actual spy finding things out."

"That's a load of dung!" Harry yelled, "You think they're spies, don't you?"

Dumbledore didn't speak.

"Now you're all silence," Harry sighed and pulled open the door.

He hadn't been planning to tell Ron and Hermione anyways but now perhaps he would just out of spite. He didn't think they were spies. No wait. He knew they weren't spies. They were his best mates afterall.

Harry awoke from his latest dream and felt a slight burn of rage still in his blood. He breathed in sharply and released it. Luckily no one was in the room to see his strange activities. This world was connected to the one in his dreams obviously. Some of the names and words clicked in both places.

Hermione.

Dumbledore.

The Order.

He was sure this meant that he was remembering everything the DA was hiding from him. He felt a sudden sinking sensation though as he remembered the dream in more detail. Dumbledore had warned him that Hermione and Ron Weasley, whoever he was, might be spies. He had feeling he must've not listened. He couldn't possibly have. Yet now he thought it might not be too wild. Hermione was hiding things from him that was for sure.

Aside from that he needed to know who Ron Weasley was. His best mate? Why wasn't he here?

The life of a man trapped within four walls was dull so perhaps a hunt for the identity of Ron Weasley would spicen things up. He had all the time in the world.

Author's Note: So I've added a little Ron. Hehehe. Isn't it exciting? Again, sorry for the long wait.

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