Chapter Twenty

The smooth body pressed into Harry's chest.

"You'll miss me won't you?" the husky voice demanded, and Harry could feel the red eyes burning as they stared at him.

"I can't make any promises," Harry replied feeling breathless, but glad that his voice came out level. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't."

"I'll just have to," a deeply warm hand slivered up Harry's chest, and another hand rose as a brace against the wall. Then lips grazed over Harry's and warm breath dusted against Harry's face, "make sure that you do."

Harry moaned softly and his neck arched back, and lips grazed the soft skin there. Harry's eyes fluttered softly and Harry wished he could see…

Then the warm hand left Harry's chest and grabbed his waist, pulling him flush against a warm, hard body, and their hips settled against each other. Teeth grazed against Harry's throat and red exploded in front of Harry's eyes and his canines tore with pain…

Then Harry felt you-know-who's lips move in front of his.

"Do you want me to?" He asked, and god yes Harry did. His teeth pulsed angrily and he could feel his fangs slipping slowly out of his gums.

"To die?" Harry panted, breathlessly, "yes, as soon as possible."

Lips swept across Harry's and teeth tore at Harry's delicate lips, Harry groaned deep in his throat.

"Give me the correct answer, love."

Harry leaned forward and bit deeply into lips he knew were there, his fangs pierced skin and blood flowed into his mouth.

Something grabbed Harry's shoulder and Harry turned and snapped at it.

"Fuck, Harry, what are you dreaming about?" Ron demanded. Harry felt heat flood his face and he jumped up and stared, wide-eyed at Ron.

Seamus grinned at him from behind Ron and asked, "She good?"

"Must've been," Dean replied, "if the moaning and groaning are anything to go by."

"So, who was she?" Ron demanded, clearly having forgotten that Harry had tried to bite him

"You know," Harry replied offhandedly, "one of those people that you make up—they don't look like anyone you know, but you know them in the dream. She was a good kisser though."

"Clearly," Dean muttered, coming into Harry's line of sight—he was buttoning up his shirt and trying to tie his tie at the same time—which wasn't working very well.

"Can you guys give me a second?" Harry asked when after a few seconds the three of them continued staring at him.

"Yeah, sorry," Ron replied with a wink and he shut the curtains around Harry's bed.

Harry groaned and fell back on his bed, not wanting to even think about what Ron thought he was going to do. Harry couldn't believe he'd gone and dreamed about getting snogged against a wall by Voldemort…

There had to be something wrong with him.

"We're going to mix it up a little bit today," Auntie Carrie announced, as soon as everyone was in her classroom. She tossed a silencing spell up around her room so that the bell that was to ring in a couple of minutes wouldn't disturb them.

"Now, I'm sure many of you, especially our resident prude, Perdita, won't approve, but I find it's a fun reprieve from our usual demanding classes," Auntie Carrie told them, "consider it my Christmas present." Auntie Carrie smiled benignly at them.

All the students stared back anxiously at her.

"Well," Auntie Carrie exclaimed after a second, "get your cloaks we're going to the Forbidden Forest."

"But we aren't supposed to go in there!" Hermione exclaimed.

Auntie Carrie smiled pointedly at Hermione, while the rest of the class gathered their books and cloaks.

"Are you sure you don't want your coat, Perdita?" Auntie Carrie asked pleasantly, "It's rather cold outside."

Hermione grabbed her cloak with a huff and replied, "I'm reporting you."

"To whom?" Auntie Carrie asked, "I'm afraid you don't realize how things work over here—once you go into education, the government can't touch you. They have to do that or you'd have no teachers. That's why I became a teacher after I accidentally was involved in a couple of deaths."

Hermione's eyes widened and she blinked looking lost.

"I'm not your enemy, Perdita," Auntie Carrie told Hermione pointedly, "the government is—and unless someone institutes change, I'll still be able to go around and do illegal things with all of you. Everyone ready to go?"

Hermione's eyes lit with a fiery light as everyone walked by her, giving her pitying looks. Harry waited a bit while Hermione stood in the middle of the room.

"She's right, Harry," Hermione told him. Her eyes blazing and Harry swore he could see a blaze of golden brown around her. "Something has to change."

"What are you going to do, though?" Harry asked.

"I get the feeling that I'll figure something out," Hermione replied.

Then a Hufflepuff girl, Raylinn was her real name, peeked in and said, "Auntie Carrie wants you two out in hall."

Harry and Hermione quickly jogged out of the hall and the door closed and locked as soon as they were out.

"Now, we're going out into the forest to find ingredients for a very fun potion," Auntie Carrie told them as she passed the sheets out among them.

"Electric blue goo?" Draco demanded in complete shock.

Sessisalian snickered and took his own sheet reading it and breathing, "Awesome."

"We're making electric blue goo?" Draco asked in shock.

"So," Sessisalian asked Auntie Carrie, "can we throw it at people?"

"Yes," Auntie Carrie replied, "And it electrocutes them."

"Why are we making this?" Draco demanded.

"Because," Auntie Carrie replied with a smile, "you never can tell when you'll need electrical blue goo, and more importantly it ticks all of my co-workers off when I teach you to make it."

"Did I mention that I love you?" Sessisalian asked Auntie Carrie, "Because I do."

"I love you as well, Sessisalian," Auntie Carrie told him, "Are we all ready? Or do we have more questions?"

Everyone looked at Hermione.

Hermione looked at the recipe and then up at Auntie Carrie and asked, "Can we use this on inanimate objects as well?"

"Yes," Auntie Carrie replied, calmly, "it will electrocute anyone that touches the object, and if it is placed on a wand the electrical charge will hurt the user every time a spell is cast."

Sessisalian glowed in joy, and Hermione nodded as she stored this information away for later use.

"Now," Auntie Carrie said, sending an approving look to Hermione, "what we're going to do is go out into the forest and gather the ingredients on the recipe. Then, we're going to head out to the quidditch pitch and wreak a little havoc—and then we'll learn the electric blue goo removal spell."

"I fail to see the educational value of this," A Ravenclaw girl, Tycanea, said.

"Problem solving abilities, my dear," Auntie Carrie replied, unruffled, as she breezed past her and lead the small class down the hallway. "Quite, simple. You have a problem with someone—throw electric blue goo at them and problem solved."

"And how many problems have you solved like that?" Tycanea demanded.

"More than I should probably admit to impressionable young people," Auntie Carrie replied, with an amused, slightly disconnected smile on her face. "But, I once threw electric blue goo on a lover of mine that cheated—and needless to say he never cheated on anyone ever again, and he's also horrifically afraid of the color blue. A wonderful solution to a problem if I do say so myself."

Auntie Carrie swept off down the hallway, and they all followed, but Draco, Harry, Hermione, and Sessisalian were a bit slower than the rest of the group.

"She's absolutely insane," Draco mumbled to himself.

Sessisalian shook his head in disagreement and sighed wistfully, "She's wonderful…I'm going to marry her."

Draco turned to Sessisalian and told him, "You're absolutely insane."

Then Draco turned to Harry and said, "And you wanted to take this class."

Harry shrugged and replied, "Seemed like a good decision at the time."

Hermione went into lecture mode, "I think this class is a good educational—"

"Listen, Granger," Draco replied, "I really don't give a damn about what's going on in this stupid class, but I'll do enough to get by and I don't want to hear anything about education—especially from you! As far as I'm concerned all of you are bonkers and I would do anything to get out of this class and go back to your beloved little giant freak!"

Hermione glared at Draco and put a hand on her hip, "You know what Malfoy? I wasn't looking forward to this lesson, but now, I think I'll enjoy throwing goo at you."

"Persus!" Auntie Carrie called, "Darling, I would like you up here, we're discussing our lesson."

Harry rolled his eyes and jogged up to the front of the group, and looked over at Auntie Carrie. She stood tall and proud in front of a dead end.

"All right, children, gather round!" Auntie Carrie yelled, "We're going to learn to go through walls."

"Miss Weasley!" Snape barked, his voice getting lower and more dangerous as he spoke. "I will not tolerate sleeping in my class—go out into the hallway, immediately."

Ginny blinked in confusion, her eyes glazed and fuzzy. She slowly gathered herself and moved to the door of the classroom and out into the hallway, under the watchful and heated gaze of the potion master.

Ginny groaned tiredly and pushed her forehead against the wall once she had the door closed behind her. The impact of her vision slowly took effect on her…and she began worrying about what it could mean.

The door to the classroom opened, and Snape barked a command to some Slytherin to watch the class. Ginny turned her head and opened a weary eye to look at him.

"Miss Weasley," Snape asked enquiringly.

"It's not going to go well," she replied, tears filling her eyes. "You're going to try and kill my brother?"

Snape nodded, his face stony.

"It's not going to work," Ginny told him, her eyes glowing green with an eternal fire, "it's not going to work and someone's going to die because of it."

"I was afraid of that."

A small delicate owl fluttered down onto Voldemort's desk and cooed softly at him, enough to draw his attention away from his book. He silently took the letter away from the owl who stared at him patiently.

The letter sent instructions as to how to break through the wards of Hogwarts, and keep everyone from noticing. Then along with the instructions one of the promised letters were folded neatly inside as incentive…

It looked like it was time to go to Hogwarts.

The magic class ran through the snow laden Quidditch pitch laughing and screaming as they chased each other down with heinous amounts of blue goo.

Ron Weasley watched the chaos from a second floor window, cheering silently whenever Hermione pelted Malfoy with the goo. He was so absorbed in the play of his classmates that he didn't notice Dumbledore sneaking up behind him.

"That, my boy, is what the light is sworn to protect," Dumbledore said, "the happiness of people. If anyone else wins the game that simple joy will be gone forever."

"I won't let that happen," Ron replied as he watched Hermione fall in the snow when someone got her in the face—she jumped up quickly and threw a glob of snow back at the girl. He wanted Hermione to be happy, and he would do anything to make sure that the light won.

Dumbledore placed his hand on Ron's shoulder and told him, "I know you will try, but you are now part of a group, and as long as the light is together Miss Granger will remain as you see her, happy and carefree. We must all work together to keep that from happening."

Ron nodded sharply in agreement.

"We won't let that happen, will we Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked.

"No."