Harry wasn't sure if it worked.

At first, memories raced by him and he could feel Ali reading them all. But at the same time, there was a great loud screaming noise ringing into his ears as well. His head burned.

"Stop!" He cried desperately.

He felt her break her stare.

"You're not as bad as you said, Harry. I can see into your head, but I can't hear anything."

Harry nodded, breathing heavily.

"Here." She took the chocolate that she had left on the tables and tried to shove it into his mouth. Warmth spread all throughout his body.

"Tell me when you're ready. You just need to know to block out everything. You've got some of it down."

Harry shoved his hands into his pockets and felt both lockets. He wrapped his hand around the fake one. The fake locket that had taken his headmaster's life.

Failure was not a choice.

"I'm ready."

"Okay. Now look out the window."

He did. There was just blackness. No stars, no moons…

"Think about all the stars you see right now."

He began to understand Ali's method. When Snape had just forced him to think about 'nothing,' he had to think about thinking nothing. Ali made him think about something that was nothing. So that way, Harry thought of… nothing. For Harry had never killed anyone, so therefore had to think of nothing and there were no stars…

Legilimens

Flashes of his childhood appeared. It was like a broken movie screen. There would be a flash of colors and it would be blackness. There was a broken tape recorder in the back ground.

His head still burned.

She lifted her gaze.

"Very nice. You're not too bad. See, you can do it! This time, everything was really broken. I couldn't really see anything and neither could I hear anything."

"I'm only getting close because I don't have Snape teaching me."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Have some chocolate."

Harry gratefully gobbled up the brown sweetness.

"Now… Think about that moon out there."

And then, there was blackness.

Harry was awoken by a whoop of joy.

"YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT!"

"What? I did?"

"Did you see anything? Nope. That was very good. If you want, we could go on, but you could go back if you wish. Next time, I'll try to get you to do it normally."

Harry nodded gleefully, taking a chocolate. "Thanks Ali! You're a pretty good teacher."

"Why, thank you. I wanted to ask you about the locket… but… I don't think this is the time. Try practicing thinking about nothing for a while, okay? So you don't have to stay all night next time."

Harry nodded, waved, and began walking back to the common room. He was amazed he had finally done it in his third try. He wasn't sure if he had just gotten better or his teacher did.

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron jumped away from each other when he came in.

"Are you guys always snogging when I'm away?" He smirked.

"You're back? Already?"

"Yeah. Ali's pretty good."

"Apparently. Did it work? How'd she do it?" Hermione asked in a very curious manner.

"Well… I don't know. At first, she made me think about the first person I killed. And I couldn't think of anyone, you know? And when she did it, it was sort of like watching a muted movie with someone screaming in the back. I got it on the third try. She made me think about the moon."

"That's great, Harry! I always knew you could do it." Hermione said, beaming.

"Yeah. Now you've got a hot teacher…" Ron started, but stopped immediately.

"Not as hot as you…" Ron said looking at Hermione's glaring face.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Ronald…"

Ron blushed as he nuzzled her nose.

"You know you're the only one I see."

Hermione rolled her eyes once more and giggled.

Harry smirked, retreating quickly to his room.

He couldn't stand to stay there while his two best friends made out.

Covering his bed sheets over him, Harry succumbed into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

OOO

"You know what, Hermione? I think you're right." Harry said at breakfast one day.

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I think I can trust Ali now. I mean, she taught me Occlumency completely, you know? Why would someone who works for Voldemort teach me Occlumency and teach me until I actually get it?"

Hermione smiled. "Exactly. She's in the Order, Harry. You can trust her. Ask her about the horcruxes now. She knows about them, doesn't she?"

Harry smiled and gave no answer. He wanted to run up to her and tell her everything, the whole story about Voldemort and Dumbledore and horcruxes but the other half of him, the fake locket reminded him of failure.

He was scared.

And scared Harry was since the day Dumbledore died. He was terrified of trusting someone and losing it all. He knew once he told her about the horcruxes, he was putting the amount of truth, trust, and weight on her that Dumbledore and bestowed to him.

And then, every day, Hermione nagged him about asking her but he never got the gut to do so.

Harry found himself more into school than he hoped he would be. He would join his classmates in finding their "show." There were rumors that Ernie had managed to pull his off. When the students clamored around him to ask how he figured it out, he simply shrugged and said, "It just feels right. You'll feel complete."

A week before the assignment was due, Hermione came skipping to him happily.

"Harry! Let's go!"

"Where?"

"Ron and I are going to Ali to ask her for some opinions. If you think about it, the people that she helped were the first to get it. Zabini figured his out."

"Hermione, I'm sort of busy right now."

"Doing what?"

"Stuff."

"You can't spare 10 minutes to ask Ali about something?"

Putting down his book, Harry got up. "Okay. Fine. But I'm asking first." He said quickly as he ran off to beat his friends to Ali's classroom.

"HARRY!" Hermione screamed, laughing.

When Harry ran into her room, he was taken back to find her in a deep conversation with a dark coated man in the shadows.

"Hello, Harry."

"Har-ow!" Harry said, Ron and Hermione running into him.

"Sorry."

"Is there anything you three need?"

"Yes. I asked you earlier today if we can drop by to ask you about the show project?" Hermione asked.

"Oh my lord! I've totally forgot about that." She turned to the dark man. His cloak was large, baggy, and dark. Harry could barely make out the face under it.

"Thomas, meet Harry, Hermione, and Ron. They're my students. Guys, this is Thomas. He's a friend from where I'm from."

"Hello."

"Huh." He replied.

"Well, Thomas, I'll see you again sometime."

"Huh."

And Thomas swiftly left the room.

"Wow. He certainly is social isn't he?" Ron said.

"Thomas is actually very cool. He was abused as a child and he's very suppressed but once you get over his physical appearance, you'll see he's actually a very passionate person, Ronald. Now, you wanted to know about your shows?"

"Yeah. We're having trouble."

"Well, how far are you?"

"Nowhere."

"So you want hints?"

"Yes."

"I'm first." Harry exclaimed loudly.

Ali laughed. "I don't really want to help you, Potter."

"What? That's not fair!"

"You're supposedly a fantastic student and brilliant in this category of magic. I'm surprised you need help."

"I DO!"

"Sure you do."

"Could you PLEASE just give me a clue?"

"Fine." Ali said, looking at him silently. After a few moments, she spoke again.

"Potter, this is not a good time to be closing your mind."

"Sorry. It comes naturally now."

"Because I'm such a great teacher. Wow. Too much thought, Harry. Block SOME of it." Ali cried.

Harry turned beet red. "Sorry."

"It's part of growing up. Well, Harry. All I can tell you is that it's not just any regular personality. Look for something that's not normally used as an adjective to describe someone but can be used to uh compare someone to."

"…huh?"

"That's it! I said it. I'm not the kind to repeat myself. Who's next?"

"Me!" Ron said.

"Ronald Weasley." Hermione said sternly, imitating his mother. It worked. Ron curled into his fetal position and slunk away.

"Hermione. I know you've been thinking about doing something organized and smart but they really have nothing to do with your personality." Ali said slowly.

"Uh huh."

"And, I don't want to give you an adjective because you're so smart, you'll get it in an instance."

"Okay."

"I'll ask you just one thing."

"Yes?"

"What kind of person were you before you came to Hogwarts?"

"A-" Hermione started.

"No! I don't want to hear it because it's wrong. That question was not one that was meant for you to answer as if you were in a classroom. You need to think about it. Don't try to recite what you've told everyone." Ali cut her off and beckoned for Ron.

"Mr. Weasley."

"Miss Bishop."

"Let me just tell you one thing. You know what it is. It's in your head. But you're being either embarrassed about it or modest. Don't be like that. Be who you know you are and it'll work out."

"Uh…"

"I am a professional legilimens. When I look at you, it's all that screams to me. It means that it's on your mind and not hidden inside it."

"Uh. Th-thanks."

"Anytime. Wow. I really haven't had anyone ask me yet. Don't tell anyone else to come to me. Doing you three is hard enough."

Hermione nudged Harry. Harry shook his head.

"No? Why are you shaking your head?" Ali asked.

"Uh. Uh. Nothing. Really. Absolutely nothing."

"Then nothing it is. Good night."

Hermione glared at him as Harry shrugged.

"Good night."

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

And time flew, marking the end of the 2 month period that they had to find their shows. About half of the class was successful and the other half was not.

Hermione has achieved what she thought was her show. When Harry and Ron asked her about it, she said that it wasn't exactly right but it was better than when she usually did it in her previous years. Ron and Harry still struggled and began to make their lists.

Ali Bishop was unusually happy that day.

"I'm so excited to see your shows. Everyone- to the Great Hall." She said in the beginning of class.

The classroom followed her flowing gold skirt to the Great Hall where they had finished their breakfast just hours before.

The tables were pushed to the side and there was a small center stage in the middle.

"Everyone take seats in the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. I will call you individually to see your show. You will levitate that feather on the ground." Ali said, pointing to the green feather that sat on the ground silently.

"Hannah Abbott."

One by one, the students filed up in the lines to show their personal touch of magic.

"Hermione Granger."

Hermione breathed once more and Ron patted her back. "You'll do fine." She gave a weak grin before making her way onstage.

"Wingardium Leviosa." She said. Hermione made a large 'X' with her wand before directing it at the feather. The feather rose up into the ceiling and began to vibrate.

"Very nice! Very nice indeed!" Ali complimented, running towards where Hermione was standing. So far, Hermione's levitating charm had been the most successful at being stronger than a normal charm.

"However, if it had truly been your show, it would have begun to shake. However, you being the first to manage it, I will give you full points. Hermione, come here." Ali said. Hermione leaned down and Ali put her mouth to Hermione's ear and whispered something. Soon, Hermione beamed and leaped off.

"What'd she say?" Ron asked.

"Oh. Just what my show really is."

"What'd you do in the first place?"

"I'm not telling."

Ron frowned and turned to Harry.

"Good luck."

"Yeah, I'll be needing that."

"Next, Harry." Ali cried.

He had never been so nervous before. With the whole class including Ali herself watching his ever move, he stretched out his wand hand parallel to the ground, and his wand itself parallel to his straight body. With one casual down-ward flick, he muttered "Wingardium Leviosa."

The whole class held their breath.

The feather did not budge, but slowly, it began to glow a deep green color.

Harry turned to Ali.

"Uh…"

Ali stood paralyzed on the side. When the feather began to glow even darker, she snapped her head up.

"Everyone. Leave this room immediately." When nobody moved, she shook out her rose wand from her back pockets, pointed at the doors and caused them to burst open. Quickly, the class scrambled out frantically, few girls screaming and people tripping. Harry took one look back and just barely managed to make out Ali Bishop advancing toward the feather, and finally locking herself inside the Great Hall.

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Soon the news spread of Harry's green feather. Ron and Hermione made small quick glances toward him every time they passed a group of students whispering about it rather loudly.

Harry spared them no thought.

He knew something about it that he hadn't resided to anyone else about.

When he had cast the charm on the feather, the feather did not begin to vibrate like Hermione's but rather, his outer thigh did. For the rest of the day, Harry could not concentrate on any of his work and rather, he retreated to his dorm early to think.

Stretching out on the bed, there was a small clink on the floor beside him.

Groaning, Harry turned over on his bed to pick it up when the locket caught his eye.

The edges of the gold circle had become a light green and the top of it had become scratched up from being rubbed against the fake horcrux that Harry held in his pocket as well.

Harry bolted up from his laid back position.

He didn't have time for his friends wondering about all these mysteries with him. What he needed was answers. And he finally took up the risk to find them.

Because he knew where to go.

Ali Bishop.

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Duh duh duh duh duh duh! What happens next?

That's for me to know and you to find out if you review: ) I know it's been long but please please please? I already started the next chapter because I'm so worked up right now.

Love always

Youngwriter.