Chapter Twelve

Finally on their own, Gryffindors Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley had decided that weekend they would once again confront their wayward friend, War Mage Osiris or the Mage's alter personality, Harry Potter. "Hello, Professor."

Sitting alone in the Potions classroom War mage Osiris was carefully reading selective works of potion recipes in several of Snape's personally created yet not published books. He was immersed quite deeply when the statement startled him, he still hadn't gotten use to the few students who insist on using 'Professor' instead of 'Mage.'

Emerald eyes sparkled at the sight of his old schoolmates, and still best friends, "Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley."

The Muggle-born brunette witch, Hermione Granger, smiled softly, "Can we talk?"

Osiris heard the unsaid 'privately' in her toneless words. Barely swishing his hands, Osiris place a complex silencing charm, as well as a complex mind altering charm, about the room. After tonight's conversation between the three, the two teenagers wouldn't remember much until things were safe. He hated to treat his best friends like this but he had to be safe, especially after Maya's confession. On a safe side, as well, he placed various wards and locking charms on the door.

They waited for their friend's nod to okay their next action, which Hermione instantly started, "And why haven't you taken time for us? I thought we promised."

Ron whispered, or tried to since Hermione heard, "Better tell her, mate. She's got that look where she'll launch into another tirade. Usually worse then Mum's. I actually think Mione's been taking lessons."

"Ronald Weasley!" At the sound of his name the redhead flushed but refused to say more, in case he ended in more trouble since they were dealing with his mum reincarnated in Hermione. Ignoring his lack of response, Hermione turned her attention to an amused Mage, "Harry Potter! How dare you even think you could push us aside!"

The War Mage in question simply sighed, "Hermione, I haven't been deliberately avoiding you. I've been with the headmaster, Sirius, Remus, and Snape. Just before now I was with the Mages. We had things to discuss."

She's known Harry Potter for almost four years and his tone she heard said that he was hiding something, "What is it?"

"I can't tell you. It's not easy when I wish we could go back to being ourselves. But we'll never get that exact level back. I am a War Mage and She-Demon's Death Messenger. I cannot go against the honour nor the way of life given me. It changes everything without meaning to."

Stunned by those words, the two Gryffindors weren't sure what to do. Osiris decided for them, "Until it's possible, it must remain with us Mages. I'm sorry." Dropping the wards, all but one, about the room, the long-lost Harry Potter slipped away, leaving behind two stunned students.

Even as he left a soft hazy cloud swiftly flew through the two students. Their minds were hidden of that day's conversation, neither realizing it as their bodies suddenly shut down. Outside the door, Osiris waited for two soft thumps. Upon those signals, he entered the abandoned room and carefully lifted the two with magic. Calling forth his will, he mentally transported them to their rooms. With the same will he tweaked everyone's memories. Each would think the two Gryffindors would be either off somewhere on a school date or listening to Hermione's inner monologue to study late.

Now, with all that done, Osiris stalked off for dinner. With all that he had said and done, everyone would soon be meeting in the Great Hall, well, everyone but two students.