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Chapter Three: Revelations

"I am so bored," Harry whispered to Ron, rolling his eyes as Professor Flitwick demonstrated how to open a door with wandless magic.

"The key is to concentrate extremely hard on what you are doing," the professor said in a high, squeaky voice. Ron looked fascinated.

Harry rolled his eyes, and looked over at Hermione, who was dangerously scribbling away notes. Harry found it hard to concentrate this year on classes; they just didn't seem to matter much anymore. He had completely dropped Defense Against the Dark Arts, much to Professor McGonagall's dislike, and had 'accidentally' sprained his ankle, broken his arm, gotten knocked in the head with a flying book, and poked himself in the eye with a knitting needle coincidently right before every Potion's class. On his way to see the Nurse, he couldn't help thinking that he would rather see Madam Pomfrey's face any day then have to look at the sneering smile of Lurtz.

Harry drifted out of his thoughts as Professor Flitwick called his name.

"Yes, professor?" Harry asked slightly stunned.

"I was hoping you might come and demonstrate how to open a door with wandless magic," Professor Flitwick squeaked.

"Er… sure," Harry answered unconfidently. He hadn't been paying attention.

He slowly walked to the front of the classroom, prepared for embarrassment. He stood in front of the door and stared at it.

"Now remember, Mr. Potter, the key is concentration," Professor Flitwick chimed in.

Harry stared at the door, concentrating as hard as he could. Suddenly, the door swung open.

Harry smiled smugly to himself. Professor Flitwick patted Harry on the back for a job well done and the classroom erupted into cheers. The cheers suddenly turned into laughter as Luna Lovegood walked in.

"It wasn't Potter and his wandless magic!" Seamus shouted above the laughter. "It was Lovegood!"

Harry slightly blushed, but joined in with the laughter of the rest of the class at his own mistake. Luna, unshaken from the laughter, walked over to Flitwick and handed him a piece of paper. Flitwick, in turn walked over to Harry, whispering in his ear that he was immediately requested to be in Dumbledore's office. Harry nodded his head and ran back to his seat where he gathered his bag, his quill, and his wand, while mouthing silently to Ron's and Hermione's curious faces "Dumbledore."

They nodded their heads and quickly mouthed their goodbyes as Harry ran out the door. He met up in the hallway with Luna.

Luna smiled brightly at Harry and asked, "What were they laughing about?"

"It was just a mistake, no big deal," Harry said.

Luna shrugged, "I'm sorry for asking. It just seems to me that you get laughed at a lot."

Harry's face immediately burned. "No, it wasn't like that."

Luna smiled, "Of course not. I'm heading this way so I'll see you later."

"Bye," Harry slightly growled. What Luna said was mean but Harry couldn't help but think it true. He was laughed at a lot.

Harry found his way to Dumbledore's office, whispered the password cherry-pops, and entered the room.

Dumbledore was sitting quietly at his desk. "Hello, Mr. Potter, welcome."

Harry slightly paused, "What can I do for you?"

Dumbledore smiled, "I was hoping you might come with me to an extremely important Order of the Phoenix meeting."

"Me, sir? Are you sure?" Harry asked, he was never allowed to attend the Order meetings.

"Yes, of course, seeing as we will be discussing you, I would like you to be there," Dumbledore said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Harry nodded in understanding.

"But before we go, I would like to return this to you," Dumbledore said as he handed Harry a parcel wrapped in brown paper.

Harry ripped open the package to find an old photo album. It was in fact, the photo album which contained pictures of his mother and her sister when they were young. Dumbledore had asked to borrow it when Harry was still in St. Mungo's recovering from his wounds from Adflictation Lair.

Harry slightly gasped as he saw it. "In all honesty, professor, I had forgotten all about this. Thank you for giving it back to me."

Dumbledore smiled, "It is no problem at all."

"If you don't mind me asking," Harry began, "What did you need to use it for?"

Dumbledore's smile slightly faded. "Nearly everything of value was destroyed in Godric's Hollow after Voldemort's attack. The precious objects, such as this, which did survive contain special magic embedded within them. It's not always obvious what that magic is, so I wanted to observe this object for a while- try and figure out its power."

There was a momentary pause, while Harry waited for Dumbledore to continue. "And…" Harry said slightly annoyed, "Did you find out what it was?"

"No," Dumbledore answered shortly, a glimmer in his eyes. "I believe it is time that we are off."

Harry raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by the older man sitting in front of him. "Okay sir, if you insist," Harry said, silently whispering a spell to shrink the album and then placing it in his pocket.

Dumbledore smiled lightly. "We are going to travel by floo powder to the Burrow. I'll follow you."

Harry walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of the powder and threw it into the fire. As the flames turned to green, he staggered into them, shouting clearly, "the Burrow!"

He never liked the feeling of traveling by floo powder, but his dislike for it had grown immensely ever since the night in the muggle hospital. He could scarcely remember the look on Lupin's face as he shoved him into the fireplace. That was the night Lupin was murdered by Snape- one of the worst nights in Harry's history.

Harry fell onto the Burrow's kitchen floor and was immediately greeted by Mrs. Weasley's feather duster magically sweeping the soot off of his cloak. Mrs. Weasley ran to him, smothering him with kisses and questions.

"How are you? Have you had anything to eat? How has your term been going? Are you getting enough sleep?"

"Yes, I'm fine on all accounts Mrs. Weasley," Harry answered quickly as Dumbledore walked gracefully through the fireplace.

"Is everyone already here?" Dumbledore asked Molly.

"Oh yes, I think we are only waiting on Minerva."

Dumbledore nodded his head, "Yes, she will be late due to classes, but I think the meeting should commence. I can fill her in later."

Dumbledore walked into the living room, followed by Molly and Harry. Harry looked around; there were only a few people in the room.

"Where is the rest of the Order?" Harry whispered to Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley smiled gently and whispered back, "This is an extremely exclusive meeting. Only core members are here."

Harry saw Tonks standing in a corner speaking with Kingsley and Moody. Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley walked over to a small group standing on the other side of the room. Harry's mouth dropped. Next to Mr. Weasley, to Harry's shock, stood Professor Edward Lurtz.

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "Harry, come over here- I want you to meet someone."

To Harry's amazement, his feet actually started walking toward the professor he hated. Curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Mr. Weasley pointed at the man next to him. "Harry, this is-"

"I know who he is!" Harry said indignantly.

Professor Lurtz smiled gently. "Listen Harry, I think we've started off on the very wrong foot."

"Oh, really? What would possibly make you think that?" Harry said sarcastically.

"No, Harry, listen to me-" Mr. Weasley began. Harry cut him off.

"Do you know what he did? He read an article about me to the entire class! He let the Slytherins mock me!" Harry shouted. The entire Order's eyes were now focused on Harry.

Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder gently. "Harry, he only did that because I told him to."

Harry's head snapped to Dumbledore. Hurt filled his eyes. "You told him to? Why?"

"Harry, Professor Lurtz works first and foremost for the Order, but he is also Professor Snape's friend," Dumbledore said.

Harry's mouth gaped. "Yes, and I can see why. Both of them enjoy the same sport- making Harry as miserable as possible."

Lurtz slightly chuckled. "Harry, I certainly did not enjoy making you miserable but it's simply imperative that Snape trusts me. You see, we went to Hogwarts together. He was a few years older then I was and much more skilled in Potions. I just couldn't seem to get anything right so he offered to tutor me. After many tutoring sessions we became friends. And after a few years we became best friends. He shared with me some of his deepest secrets and I knew that his love for the Dark Arts was growing rapidly. Then one day, my greatest fear for my best friend came true- Severus became a Death Eater. I immediately requested a work transfer to a different country before Severus asked me to become one as well."

Harry looked at him sharply, "So what? You're not a Death Eater- why do I care?"

"Harry, when Remus died," Dumbledore paused as Harry cringed, "you made accusations regarding Professor Snape as the murderer. That is when I contacted Professor Lurtz and I explained to him the situation. He served as a foreign spy for the Order many years ago but had never told Severus this."

"Dumbledore knew that Snape would jump at the opportunity to be the Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher under the condition that he finds a competent Potion's teacher to replace him," Lurtz said.

"So, wait," Harry asked, his face softening slightly. "Snape requested you to be the new Potion's teacher because he had tutored you back at Hogwarts."

"Correct," Dumbledore answered. "Just as we expected. This, of course, enabled us to bring Professor Lurtz into the mix."

"But why would he matter so much?" Harry asked, his face growing stony again.

"Harry, you forget that Severus and Edward were best friends," Mr. Weasley chimed in.

"We are hoping that he will once again open up to Professor Lurtz about whether or not he is traitorous," Dumbledore said simply.

"But Harry, in order to do that, you have to understand that we have to reconnect and I still have to gain his trust back. We have to find common ground. Unfortunately, as you said before Severus certainly does love to make you miserable…" Lurtz's voice drifted off.

Harry's face grew solemn. "Let me see if I understand this correctly. You intend to put me through hell just because Snape likes it."

"Well in a summation, yes," Lurtz answered.

Harry blinked slowly and turned to Dumbledore, "And you expect me to accept this? As if I already haven't been through enough!"

"Harry, this could be key in proving Snape's innocence or treachery," Dumbledore said pleadingly. "Don't you want to know if it was he who truly killed Lupin?"

"I ALREADY KNOW IT WAS HE WHO KILLED LUPIN! Remember, I was there- I saw it with my own two eyes," Harry screamed, slightly sarcastically.

"Harry, please-" Dumbledore began.

"Fine! Whatever!" Harry said, turning his back to the old man as he walked over to the settee and sitting down. "But just so you know- I think you suck at picking teachers."

There was a momentary pause as the Order members awkwardly stood, not quite knowing what to say.

"Well," Lurtz finally said with a smile on his face. "Now that we've gotten that all cleared up I better get back to Hogwarts. I've got a class to teach in fifteen minutes."

Lurtz walked over to a coat-hanger and grabbed his jacket and a grey hat. He walked toward the door, pausing in front of Harry. "And you, I expect to see you in my class promptly at 7 PM for detention Monday afternoon. You have missed way too many classes the last few days," Lurtz said with a wink as he left. Harry found it hard determining whether or not he was serious.

"Everyone, please do take a seat," Mrs. Weasley said. "The meeting is about to begin."

There was a small shuffle of chairs and feet as everyone rushed to find a seat. Professor McGonagall walked in looking simply furious. She was muttering something about first years as she took a seat on a bench next to Mrs. Weasley.

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat and the room became silent. "We have many things on the agenda to discuss today, but first and foremost I want to discuss Bellatrix Lestrange and the reason why she took Harry to Adflictation Lair."

There was a murmur of agreement among the members. "Albus, you mentioned vaguely before about a key or something," Kingsley threw in.

"Yes. What Voldemort is just dying to get a hold of is the key to how Harry is ultimately going to destroy him. The night Lily and James Potter died they placed a spell on young Harry. Lily was most gifted in charms, and was able to place the key in Harry, knowing that it would come into play sometime in the future."

"Do you know what the key is?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"Then Harry- Harry must know," Moody said matter-of-factly.

"No, I do not believe Harry knows," Dumbledore said. "I don't even believe that Lily and James, themselves, knew. They called upon magic in itself to give their son the power- they didn't know what the power was."

"Well, I don't understand," Molly said vaguely.

"How are we supposed to find out what the power is?" Tonks asked.

Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Harry must find it within himself."

Harry's head was reeling. How was he supposed to be able to do that?

"Um… how?" Harry asked simply.

Dumbledore smiled. "I do not know that either. It might reveal itself in due time or you might have to do some soul searching. Bellatrix obviously thought she could torture it out of you, but fortunately for you, I do not think that putting you through anymore pain would help us find the answer."

Harry's mouth twitched into a small grin. His mother's kind face filled his mind. Where did you put it, mum? Where did you put it?

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It was well past midnight when Harry stepped foot in Hogwarts again. The Order members had discussed different theories, strategies, and news for hours and Harry was ready to drop.

Harry was now on his way back to the Gryffindor common room, his body slowly making its way up the long stairwell. His mind was still trying to absorb all the information from earlier that night. Among some of the larger topics discussed, was the possible attempts by the Ministry to get custody of Harry. Dumbledore said that Harry was safe as long as he was at school, but come summer time they would have to be prepared for a long legal battle.

"Well, well, well, look who it is," a slow, drawling voice sneered.

Harry rolled his eyes. "What do you want Draco?"

"Oh, nothing much. I just want to taunt you a little bit Harry Pothead," Malfoy mocked.

"Please, Draco, just save it for another time," Harry said walking past the blonde-haired boy.

Draco smiled devilishly. "Tell me Potter. Did your boyfriend, Weasel, get jealous when he found out what you did with Auntie Bella?"

A shiver ran down Harry's spine.

"What did you say?" Harry asked coldly as he turned around to face Draco.

"Was Auntie Bella your first?" Draco said with a sneer.

"I-I-I don't know wh-what you're talk-"

"Oh sure you don't," Draco said sarcastically.

"SHUT UP!" Harry screamed.

"Mr. Potter!" another voice sounded from the darkness. "What could you possibly be shouting about at this time of night?"

Snape walked out from behind a suit of armor.

Harry sighed. This couldn't get any worse.

"And speaking about this time of night, what are you doing out and about after twelve?" Snape asked seemingly eagerly.

"I just got back from Dumbledore's office," Harry answered simply. "And now I am going to bed."

Harry walked past Snape.

"Potter!" Snape shouted, Harry turned around to face him. "50 points from Gryffindor for shouting, 50 points from Gryffindor for being out past midnight, another 50 points from Gryffindor for skipping my past four class periods and detention with me Monday night at 7 PM for being such an ignorant arse."

Harry looked at Snape straight in the eye. "I will not be attending your class any more, you can see McGonagall about the details. I will also not be joining you for detention on Monday, as I already have detention with Mr. Lurtz. Goodnight- hope you go to hell."

And with that Harry left without another word, before Snape could take away any more points.

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Harry sighed as he sat down on one of the huge, red chairs in the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron and Hermione joining him. It had almost been a full day since the Order meeting and Harry still had yet to talk to Ron and Hermione about what had happened.

"So, what did Dumbledore want?" asked Hermione. He hadn't even told them that he had gone to an actual Order meeting.

"He wanted me to go to an Order meeting."

Hermione's face lit up as Ron's turned in a deep frown, making Harry think that he may be a bit jealous.

"What did they talk about there?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Well, for starters you won't believe who I saw there- Professor Lurtz."

"Lurtz was there?" Ron asked shock evident on his face.

"Yeah, come to find out he doesn't really want to torture me. He's only doing it because of Snape. They are apparently friends and he wants to keep up this like front that he hates me or something. Complete bullshit if you ask me but whatever. I-" Harry was interrupted as Ginny came running down the stairs, calling his name.

"Harry? Harry? Oh, sorry am I interrupting something?"

"Um, no-no," Harry stuttered, "Is there something you want?"

Ginny blushed as she walked closer to Harry. "Well, um actually I've been meaning to show you something. Alone."

"Oh, like now?" Harry asked. What could Ginny have to show to only him?

"I-If you can?"

"Sure. Hey, sorry guys. I'll finish telling you everything when I get back. Is that okay?" he asked Ron and Hermione as he went to stand up.

"Of course, Harry," replied Hermione with a smile, as Ron looked suspiciously at the two.

Harry smiled his thanks and he followed Ginny out of the Common Room.

"So where are we going?" he asked. "Is there something wrong?"

"Um…no. It's just that this has been a secret I've had for a while, but I kind of need help and I knew that you would be the only person that I could go to…I trust you."

"You trust me?" he asked semi-aghast.

Ginny smiled, pulling her red hair behind her ears. "Of course, Harry. You would never betray someone-even if they were your enemy and you promised them you wouldn't."

Harry just smiled at Ginny's slight comment. For some reason it made him extremely happy that Ginny felt that way about him.

"So, what is this that you are showing me exactly? Where is it?"

"Oh, it's outside. Just-I kind of would you say…found it? Let's hurry, though looks like it might start to rain."

Harry kept silent as he followed Ginny out the front doors of the big castle and down a hill that led to the forest, which she stopped abruptly in front of.

"Okay, please whatever you do just don't freak out. Really, I haven't gotten hurt…yet."

"Alright, you're kind of freaking me out now, Ginny. What do you have?"

"Well, I was just walking around the lake one day when I found her," she pulled back a branch in front of a tree only to reveal what looked like a wolf. Not an ordinary wolf. Harry knew what a wolf looked like from some of the picture books that Dudley used to have, and this looked slightly different. Its fur was glittering silver, and its eyes shimmered gold.

"Is this a wolf?" Harry asked.

Ginny shrugged. "I'm not sure. It sure looks like one, but it definitely has some magical powers. I found it wounded near here and couldn't just leave it. I've been trying to mend it back to health but I need some help. She also looks like she's pregnant. Will you help me, Harry? I mean you don't have to if you don't want to…" she looked downright desperate.

"Ginny, there wouldn't be anything I'd rather do," he said sincerely as he looked into her face, her brown eyes shining with happiness.

"Oh, thanks so much Harry. Really, don't worry, she's not harmful or anything she can barely move."

Suddenly, thunder sounded in the distance making both Harry and Ginny look up. Rain began to fall soon afterwards.

"Looks like we weren't fast enough," Harry laughed. He felt that he didn't have to put up a front with Ginny-he could be whoever he wanted to be and she would still like him.

Harry averted his eyes from the rain to look at Ginny who was in turn looking intently at the wolf. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but since the day that she had met him up in the Owerly he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was.

Without really think about it, Harry reached out and placed a piece of hair that had fallen in front of Ginny's face back behind her ear, causing her to look up at him with shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…I'm…"

"Shhh…Harry...it's alright, really. It was sweet," she grabbed his trembling hand and intertwined it with hers.

"Sweet?"

Ginny smiled. "Yes, very sweet. You don't have to apologize for it."

They both stood there, even though it was raining. The downpour, to them, didn't much matter anymore.

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