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CHAPTER 8:Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of
Harry sat there in silence, furious at Snape for tricking him into staying overnight. He hadn't even asked him. What were Ron, Hermione and Ginny going to think? He had been gone all afternoon; wouldn't they be worried? He hugged Artemis closer to him, getting comfort from the only thing familiar to him, if you could call his new puppy familiar.
Malfoy was still sitting on the window seat, broodingly staring out the window. Neither boy said a word to the other. They sat there that way for fifteen minutes before their dinner came; Harry petting Artemis and Draco staring out the window. To Harry's surprise, Dobby the house elf brought the food in.
"Dobby!" said Harry and Draco together, although Draco's "Dobby" sounded more like "Dobby?" and was said with bad feelings attached.
"At your service, Mr.'s Potter and Malfoy," said Dobby simply, with no trace of recognition in his voice. "Dobby has your dinner, enjoy!" he said squeakily as he set the tray down on the floor and left.
Confused as to Dobby's behavior, Harry went to the food and picked up his share. He looked at Draco, who had his wand out. Harry instinctively went for his, but Draco merely used a summoning charm to summon his food to where he was sitting. Feeling foolish, Harry stood up and looked at the beds, selecting the one that Snape had conjured earlier as his own.
Artemis immediately jumped up onto the bed and curled up to sleep—right on Harry's pillow. With a laugh, Harry scooped him up and put him at the foot of the bed, where Artemis nuzzled Harry and licked his face before resuming his previous curled up position.
With a sigh, Harry flopped down onto his bed, ignoring the food Dobby had brought him. He didn't have much of an appetite right now. He glanced over at Malfoy, disturbed to see that he was looking at him with a weird look on his face. It was almost as if he envied Harry and was jealous. But of what? When he noticed Harry watching him, he quickly looked away.
The confidence and aura of power that Malfoy had had the last time Harry had seen him was gone. In its place was a love-sick teenager. It was obvious to Harry that Draco was in a deep depression over Lexy refusing to meet him. Regardless, Draco had still been the little stuck-up snob he had been last year when talking to him.
Harry decided to ignore Malfoy for the moment; he was only worried he might try to curse him in his sleep. He wasn't as worried as he would have been if this had been last year. Malfoy seemed to have changed; after all he had partially defeated the Death Eaters his father had sent after him. He wouldn't have done that if he hadn't had a change of heart towards Voldemort, would he? But there's no telling what a delusional love-sick teenager will do. Look at Romeo and Juliet, Harry thought.
Harry forced his thoughts away from these and closed his eyes. He drifted away until he thought no more.
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"Potter! Wake up Potter!" someone was shaking Harry roughly. In the far off distance he thought he heard a dog barking.
"Uhgg…no…Sirius, behind you. No, watch out!" Harry mumbled in his sleep. The dark form beside him tried in vain to wake the troubled boy to no avail. "LESTRANGE!" he suddenly shouted, lurching upward and forward, hitting the person trying to wake him.
"Ouch! Potter, WAKE UP!" a drop of freezing cold water splashed onto Harry's face, waking him from his dream instantly, tangled in his bed sheets. Standing beside him was Draco Malfoy, ashen faced. His eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had been crying, and his hands were shaking.
"About time," he said simply, retreating to his bed a few feet away. Harry sat up and took his glasses off to wipe them dry. He looked around for a pitcher of water, but realized Malfoy must have used his wand. Feeling foolish, Harry took out his wand and performed a drying spell on himself and his bed.
Through the whole process Malfoy watched him. Harry could feel his eyes on the back of his head. "Sorry," he mumbled to Malfoy. Then he noticed Artemis was gone. Harry's eyes searched the room then fell upon Malfoy, who was holding the puppy and rubbing his stomach.
Harry was speechless; he was about to go over there and take Artemis away, but then saw how much Artemis enjoyed it, and to his astonishment, how much Malfoy was enjoying it.
"It's ok," Malfoy was saying. "You just scared me there. I haven't been able to sleep for the past few nights. I just didn't want anything to happen to you when I'm here, if you know what I mean," suddenly he stopped, realizing he was rambling.
He realized he was holding Harry's dog, so immediately tried to hand it back. "No, Mal…Draco…go ahead for awhile, he likes it," Harry said, trying not to sound upset. He didn't like the idea of Malfoy with his dog, but didn't want to start up a fight.
"What's his name?" asked Draco, eagerly.
"Artemis," Harry told him.
"Artemis," said Draco, testing it out for the dog. "After the goddess?"
"No," said Harry. "Wouldn't do much good to name a boy after a girl would it? I heard the name somewhere in the muggle world. There's this story about someone named Artemis Fowl and the LEPRECON. I have no clue if it's real, but it has to do with fairies and their magic, I believe."
"I see. Well, Artemis, are you such a good guard dog as your daddy?" Harry tried not to stare. Was Draco baby talking to Artemis? Nothing ceased to amaze him today, it seemed. Artemis' bark in response to Draco's question amazed him also.
Harry fell back onto his bed and sighed, thinking about his dream. He hoped Sirius would come up with a way to get rid of it. Draco had tired of petting the puppy, and had set him on the floor. Artemis decided he had had enough for the night and jumped back onto Harry's bed and fell asleep once more.
Both boys were now lying on their backs, staring at the ceiling. Harry wondered how his friends were doing. He thought of the information that Ginny and Hermione had found out today; who was the half-blood Snape and McGonagall were talking about? He wondered if he might ask Draco. He decided to try.
"Um…" Harry started, unsure of what to say. "Draco, I was just wondering, but do you know of any half-bloods that could in any way be connected to me?"
Harry first thought that Draco had fallen asleep because he didn't answer for several minutes. Finally, Draco said, tensely, "No, Pot…Harry…, why do you ask?"
Not wanting to reveal all his problems and secrets quite yet, Harry replied, "No reason. Just heard somewhere that a half-blood is somehow connected to me and Hermione, Ron, Ginny and I can't figure out who."
"Granger," said Draco suddenly.
"Ummm…no…she's a muggleborn, just like you always say," said Harry cautiously.
"No you idiot. Granger, is she your girlfriend?" asked Draco imperatively.
Harry was flabbergasted. Draco thought Hermione was his girlfriend? "No, she's Ron's, Draco. Why do you ask?"
"No reason," said Draco tersely. "Just all the stories I've heard, about you two."
"If you mean the Daily Prophet stories Draco, then dismiss all those rumors. The majority of them are bogus," said Harry flatly.
"So Weasley's got a girlfriend now, eh?" Draco sneered.
"Yea he does, what is it to you. He has a name by the way," said Harry.
"None of your business, Potter," said Malfoy suddenly, his voice getting shaky.
So that's what all this is about, thought Harry. He doesn't want to feel less than us, now that his girlfriend pretty much dumped him at the last minute. "Draco," Harry said, unsure of how to begin what he wanted to say. "I heard what happened to you, and I just wanted to say, well, you did a damn good job getting past those Death Eaters and defying your parents like that." Harry waited, afraid that he had said too much.
Malfoy exploded. "WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ANYTHING POTTER? WITH YOUR PERFECT LIFE AND PERFECT FRIENDS? YOU HAVE NO GIRLFRIEND, YOUV'VE NEVER FALLEN IN LOVE, WHAT DO YOU KNOW? WHAT DO YOU DO EVERY SUMMER? SIT AROUND AND HAVE PEOPLE PAMPER YOU, NO DOUBT. WHILE I…" Draco's voice croaked at this instant from the strain of yelling at the top of his lungs and crying a lot the past day. He continued in a quieter kind of shout, "While I am overworked, beaten by sharp words, and given hardly a break all summer. Then I go back to school and get letters sent to me, complaining that I don't have the highest scores on exams, that I can never win at Quidditch--. Lexy!" he cried out, finally letting lose. "Lexy, I miss you!"
Harry lay there in stunned silence, going over Draco's rant in his head. He hadn't realized that he had it so bad off, but there were quite a few false things in there about him.
Finally Harry responded, talking over Draco's quiet snuffles, "Draco, I understand. Don't think I have a perfect life. Try living with your aunt and uncle who make you do hard chores all day long, lied to you about your parent's deaths, allow your cousin to use you as a punching bag, be left out of family trips to fun places, and not be allowed to use the computer or television. But worst of all Draco, is to be ignored completely all together. They act like I'm not there, or as if I'm a disgusting freak that's not like them. Then they lock me in my cupboard for no reason at all. Because I was a freak and my parents were freaks. Day's at a time, I could only leave to use the bathroom. Now I live in fear everyday, for my friend's lives, for the lives of countless other people in the world. Try living with your godfather having been killed; then being tortured by dreams of it happening and the moments directly following it."
Harry was now starting to get emotional. He stopped talking and listened for any sound of Draco. Malfoy, it seemed, had stopped sniffling and listened to Harry's story.
"I'm sorry, Potter. Harry," said Malfoy quietly. "I guess we've both had it rough. It was wrong for me to blame you; you were just trying to help."
The two boys lay there that way in silence for some time before they both drifted to sleep. One had restless dreams of his love turning him away. The other had had is bad dream of the night. He was dreaming of his godfather, and told him everything that had happened to him since arriving in Snape's living quarters. Finally, however, both teenagers went into a dreamless sleep in the quiet room, only broken by the tall, dark-haired man that looked in on them around midnight.
"I must give him some credit," he said quietly. "Who would have thought that a Potter and a Malfoy would be sleeping peacefully three feet away from each other?" After one last long look, he closed the door.
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"What do you mean you don't know where he is, Professor?" screeched a red-haired girl to the Headmaster, who was presently sitting calmly eating his breakfast in the Great Hall.
"I mean what I said, Ms. Weasley," Dumbledore said. "Professor Snape asked if he could have Harry for the night, and I obliged. I believe the two had quite a talk by the lake yesterday afternoon, and Professor Snape had to take Harry to see something. I am certain Harry is alright and will be up for breakfast shortly," Dumbledore turned back to his copy of the Daily Prophet, which clearly meant the conversation was over.
Ginny turned back to where Hermione and Ron were sitting in exasperation. When Harry hadn't come back yesterday evening, the three had searched everywhere they could think of to find him. Finally they had gone to Professor Dumbledore who had said that Harry had just had a little meeting with Professor Snape, and that they were going over some things.
Ron had gone to sleep, thinking that Harry would come in later, but the morning arrived and still no Harry. Now Dumbledore was telling them he spent the night with Snape.
Ginny quickly told Hermione and Ron what Dumbledore had said. They both wore looks of shock on their faces. "Has Harry gone mad?" asked Ron. "Why would he bloody spend the night with that greasy git?"
"Ron!" scolded Hermione. "Just because you don't like him doesn't mean that Harry doesn't and you can call him a greasy git. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for this and Harry will tell us when he returns."
"But Hermione, look at all the terrible things Snape has done to Harry," Ron whined. "I know Harry hates him!"
"Who do I hate?" asked Harry walking up behind them, Draco following a few feet behind.
"Weren't you listening Harry?" said Hermione exasperatedly. "We were talking about…Harry!"
Harry grinned at their surprise. "Yea, it's me. So who do I hate?"
"Nobody, nobody," said Ron hastily, spying Snape entering the Great Hall. "Oy! What's he doing here?"
Harry's stomach did a flip; under Snape's orders, he and Draco were supposed to spend some time together to make sure Draco didn't do anything rash in his depression. He was apparently taking several potions for it, but none were working very well.
Harry turned to Draco, who was slinking in the background. Draco had not wanted to do this, but Harry and Snape had insisted. "Draco is here because Snape asked me to hang out with him today and because I want to," said Harry sternly, trying to warn Ron against making some stupid comment.
"You want him to Harry? Have you gone out of your head? This is a Malfoy we're talking about here!"
"And the Malfoy we're talking about happens to be standing two feet away!" Harry hissed back.
"So!" Ron shot back. "Never seemed to bother you before!"
"Ron!" Hermione said loudly. "It's not worth it! There's something we don't know, leave it be," then to Harry she said, "Harry, we'll be in the common room when you want to talk to us." With that she and Ron departed holding hands and whispering urgently back and forth.
Harry plopped down into the seat that Ron had just vacated and grabbed several pancakes off the pile in the middle of the table. Draco slowly came over and sat in the chair Hermione had been in, but instead of grabbing a bunch of food to eat, he took a glass of orange juice and let it sit nearby. He touched nothing on the table, just stared at his plate.
Ginny was still sitting to his right, but hadn't said a word since he had sat down. She was still eating and that might have accounted for her silence, but Harry didn't think so.
Harry tried to talk to her saying, "Ginny, I'm sorry I couldn't come back last night, you were all probably worried. Circumstances forced me to stay," he glared at Snape, who pretended he hadn't noticed.
"You could have at least told us somehow," said Ginny crossly. "There are such things as owls, fires, and messengers."
Harry swallowed hard. He had forgotten about that. But he probably wouldn't have been able to anyway because Snape had sort of locked him in. "I'm sorry Ginny, I would have if I would have remembered or even could have."
At this Ginny stuffed the last of her food into her mouth and pushed away from the table in anger. "If you would have remembered us? You didn't remember your best friends. Thanks a lot Harry, for caring more about a Slytherin who I know that you used to despise, than your best friends."
Harry was speechless as he watched her storm out of the hall towards the grounds. He put his head in his arms and just sat that way for several minutes. Could they not see that he would rather be with them? That he had been forced to stay overnight with Draco? True, it hadn't been bad and it had helped him understand a whole lot more about Draco, but he would have rather been with them.
Everyone at the table was quiet. Harry still had his head in his arms and did not see the look of sympathy directed his way by the majority of the staff. The only ones who didn't have that look were Dumbledore, Snape and Filch. Dumbledore appeared thoughtful, spacing himself out of the rest of the conversations going on and thinking hard about what had just occurred. Snape went on with his meal and was watching Draco carefully, willing the boy to eat. Filch never cared about anything and was glad that Potter's friends had done that to him. Serves him right, he thought nastily.
When Harry finally raised his head and began to eat slowly, his appetite lost, the table had resumed their light and cheery conversations. The only ones not talking were Harry and Draco.
Harry hadn't risked a glance at Draco yet. He was afraid of what he would see. Would he see his face full of scorn, mocking Harry's friends? Or would it be sorry and sympathetic which, for Draco, was a blank face?
Harry was forced to look at him when Draco said softly, "I'm sorry Potter."
"No, its ok, they'll come around," said Harry, hoping that his words would prove true.
"You better go talk to them," said Draco when he noticed that Harry had finished eating and was waiting for him. "I'll wait here or by the lake," he said, gesturing to the beautiful day that was in the midst of becoming outside.
"Thanks," said Harry quickly as he jumped up and rushed towards Gryffindor Tower. As he neared the Fat Lady's entrance, he slowed down, unsure of how they would respond to him.
"Stuck in a moment you can't get out of," said Harry quickly as he reached the portrait. How right that is, thought Harry to himself as the Fat Lady smiled to him and swung open. The Fat Lady had taken to using some very odd passwords; Harry thought he recognized some of them from songs, but couldn't be sure. They also weren't your ordinary wizarding passwords either.
Harry walked into the common room and found the three of his friends sitting in their normal places, silent as they watched him enter. He sat down on the sofa opposite them and looked at them.
"Guys, I'm sorry I made you worry last night. I never meant to be gone so long," Harry started to tell them. "I was by the lake all afternoon, just thinking. Snape came along and we talked for quite awhile and he told me why Draco was here. Then he sort of made me go and see him."
"What do you mean sort of?" asked Ron indignantly. "Either you did and you wanted to or you didn't."
"Snape told me we should go talk to him. I thought we were going to the hospital wing, but instead he led me to his quarters in the dungeons. I would have left then if I could have," Harry was cut off by Hermione.
"He took you to his quarters Harry? Is that wise?" she had a weird hitch to her voice.
Ron was looking partly disgusted and partly in shock. "You sure you didn't want to go there?"
Ginny looked about ready to cry, and Harry was totally confused as to why they were acting the way they were. He decided to continue his story without answering their questions. "We visited Draco for several minutes when Snape told me that I would be staying overnight. I protested, but he locked us in. So I spent the night with Draco, and learned a bit more about him. He really isn't that bad, after you find out what happened to him. He's really changed."
Ginny let out a sigh and said, "If you say so."
Ron and Hermione eventually came around as well. They still weren't happy that he hadn't found a way to notify them, but eventually took his explaination that Snape had forced him to stay.
"Besides, Snape saved my life this summer if you do not know! And Draco for your information fell in love with a muggle girl and then was disowned by his parents because of it! He ran away to be with her and they sent Death Eaters after him! He defeated them only to find out that Alexa didn't love him like she said she did. He had nowhere to go, and ended up in the Forbidden Forest. You would not believe all the things that he's gone through this summer. He has changed! Maybe he isn't all the way there yet, but I'm bound and determined to convert him!" Harry paused for a breath, glaring down at the three huddled on the sofa. For somewhere during his rant he had stood up and began pacing in front of the fire.
"What is your problem with all of this?" Harry said. "I thought you were all for Inter-House unity, Hermione."
"But Harry," pleaded Hermione, "what if it's a trap? Voldemort could be luring you into a friendship with Malfoy."
"I've thought of that. Sirius even told me to watch that. I know what I'm doing. I wouldn't be as keen to it if Snape hadn't told me Dumbledore is encouraging it," said Harry, trying to give some credibility to the idea.
"Harry, Sirius is dead, he couldn't have told you that," said Hermione bluntly. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need to go to the hospital wing or something?"
Harry stopped at the mention of Sirius. He hadn't told Ginny or Hermione about him yet. Also the sharp way Hermione had said Sirius is dead, made him freeze. He didn't like to think that. "Ron, you explain," he said shortly, stomping up to his dormitory.
Once there, Harry took out his pensieve and put all of his memories since Draco had arrived into it. For the next hour he studiously examined them, skipping from one to the other to look for signs that Draco was bluffing. The only consequence was a feeling of even more sympathy for Draco. He couldn't understand why his friends were so misunderstanding.
Ron walked into the room as Harry was putting away the pensieve. "We have decided to not talk about it until we have more facts and a better view to base our opinions on. Also, my parents are here and they wish to see all of us; they said they have some exciting news." Harry nodded and silently followed Ron down the spiral staircase.
Waiting in the common room were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, along with Hermione, Ginny, Professor Dumbledore, Tonks, and Remus Lupin. Harry warmly greeted all of them and went to sit by Lupin on one of the sofas. Before he got half way there, Mrs. Weasley had rushed towards him and crushed him in one of her back-breaking hugs. Harry grinned sheepishly as she fussed over his well-being.
"How are you doing Harry, dear," she said, examining his physical appearance with a critical eye. "Have you been getting enough to eat?"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, the house elves are wonderful cooks," said Harry, risking a sidelong look at Hermione. She was still getting after them about S.P.E.W, the society for the protection of elfish welfare.
Mr. Weasley then shook hands with Harry as they exchanged pleasantries. Finally Harry made it over to Lupin and Tonks. Harry gave Lupin a big hug, noticing the look of sadness still etched on his face from losing one of his best friends. Harry sat down next to him as Tonks ruffled his hair and said, "Wotcher Harry!" with a big grin on her face.
"Hello Tonks," said Harry, grinning back, but remembering the last time he had seen her. She had been feverishly looking through a book of spells for a transportation spell.
Professor Dumbledore then stood and explained to the group gathered why they were there. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," he said, directing his speech at the teenagers gathered, "have procured tickets to the Chudley Cannons vs. Puddlemere United Quidditch match on Sunday," he paused as the group gave out an excited cheer and started chattering all at once. Dumbledore waited until the talk died down a bit before continuing.
"Nymphadora and Remus have agreed to attend also as your guard. Depending on the circumstances, several more people might be joining you. Further arrangements will be made and you will be notified by Saturday. On a more serious note," he continued, with a touch of sadness in his voice, "Mungdungus Fletcher's and Alastor Moody's Celebrations will be tomorrow at 7:00 in the Great Hall. I expect that all of you will attend. Goodnight." With that, Dumbledore walked out of the room and through the portrait.
Instantly everyone started talking excitedly. They would be attending the game of the century. Harry turned to Remus and seeing the sad and worn expression on his face, asked, "How are you doing, Professor Lupin?"
"Remus, Harry," he said. "I'm doing fine, just tired out. How are you?"
"Fine," replied Harry sullenly, but then added excitedly, "This game is going to be great!"
"I hope so Harry," said Remus. For the next two hours the group talked about what had been going on. Finally Harry decided he had had enough and was going to bed. After saying good night to all gathered, Harry went up to his four-poster bed to prepare for bed. Nudging Artemis out of the way, as he was sleeping on his bed, Harry sat down, and then remembered that he had left Draco in a hurry earlier.
Harry took out a bit of parchment and a quill, intent on writing a quick letter to Draco about what had kept him. It took him only a few minutes, and then he sealed it and turned to Hedwig, who was sitting on her perch near the window. "Here Hedwig, this is for Draco, find that he gets it, although he might already be in Snape's quarters," he said, desperately hoping there was a way she could get it to him. Then an idea came to him, and he added to the letter,
P.S. Do you know of a better way of communication than owls? If not, perhaps you can ask Snape. I will also ask around.
With a hoot of assurance, Hedwig flew through the window and off into the night.
A few minutes later Harry was lying in bed, his curtains pulled around him. Silently he fell asleep, not noticing when Ron came up and tripped over a chair, cursing loudly.
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"Bring her to me," he hissed snake-like through clenched teeth.
"Yes, my lord," said the hooded man in black robes at his feet.
"I want her unhurt; do not cause a disturbance in the neighborhood. I do not want Dumbledore to find out, much less your son. Do not fail me Lucius."
The hooded man kneeled and kissed the hem of his robes, then rose quickly and walked off.
Harry rose out of his chair and went to the waiting mass of Death Eaters in the next room. The room was dark, and a large cauldron sat in the middle of an equally large fire. "How are things proceeding?"
A small, rat-like man stepped forward hesitantly and said, "All according to plans, my lord."
"Very good. Is the portkey ready and waiting where he will find it?"
"Ye…yes, my…my lord," stuttered the man. "He will have no trouble finding it."
"Severus, my potion maker," said Harry silkily. "It will be administered according to plan?"
"Yes, my lord. I will not fail you," Harry looked deep into the Death Eater's eyes, seeking out the truth.
"You will not fail, Snape. I will give you a taste of what will happen if you do," he said nastily and with some excitement. "Bellatrix, would you?"
"Of course, my lord. It will be my pleasure," she said, stepping forward out of the ranks.
"My lord," said Snape desperately, "is this really necessary?"
"Ah…you have some doubts? All the more necessary that makes it," said Harry smoothly. "Proceed."
Bellatrix Lestrange stepped towards the kneeling man, who bowed his head. "Crucio!" cried out Lestrange. Harry gave a shout of laughter and watched joyously as the man in front of him screamed and writhed on the ground in agony.
Suddenly Harry gave a scream and clutched his scar in anguish as it seared in pain. Pain that he hadn't felt for several months. He tossed in his bed, and Ron quickly came across the room and flung open the bed curtains.
"Harry, are you alright? I'm getting Dumbledore!" Harry heard him rush out of the room, yelling up to Ginny to come down and watch him.
Slowly the pain receded, leaving his scar throbbing and tears streaming down Harry's face. Ginny arrived and sat there, unsure of what to do. Dumbledore and Ron arrived a few minutes later, and Dumbledore anxiously asked, "What did you see Harry?"
Harry could only muster the strength to say several words. "Kidnap Lexy, Snape—torture. Help…Get Draco." Then he passed out, leaving a befuddled Dumbledore and Ginny and Hermione.
A/N: Another Chapter done! Happy Easter to everyone, and please review!