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"Potter!" Snape's voice cut through his conversation. "Will you stop talking incessantly and work on your potion?"

Harry sighed and mouthed to Ron, "Talk to you later."

Life at Hogwarts was the same as always. Busy schedules, loads of homework, sneering Slytherins, and tons of Quidditch practice. Now that he was the team Captain, he was practicing more than ever, but Harry didn't mind. Quidditch might have been the best thing to ever happen to him. He was doing something every spare second; he had almost forgotten the encounter with Voldemort in the summer.

Harry still couldn't get into his mind that Snape was actually on their side, the good side. He was the same snappish, sneering teacher that constantly kept them on their toes. Snape seemed to be picking on him more than ever.

"Potter! Look what you did!" Harry blinked. His potion, which he had been absent-mindedly stirring, was turning a volatile red. It started to smoke, and Harry backed away.

"You idiot!" The Potions Master took out his wand, waved it over the cauldron, and the liquid seemed to settle. "Can't you read? It says to stir twice counterclockwise!"

"Yes," Harry said clenching his teeth. "Yes, sir, I can read."

Snape glared at him. "Well, maybe you can read with your eyes, but you obviously can't comprehend with your brain!"

"Maybe you can stop nagging at me," Harry said under his breath.

"What did you say?" His dark eyes gleamed dangerously.

Suddenly a low growl emitted from the doorway. A large shaggy black dog bared its teeth at Snape.

"Sir-" Ron called in surprise, as Hermione nudged him sharply in the ribs.

"What are you doing here," Snape snarled at the animal. It merely barked back at him. Hanging from Sirius' mouth was a small piece of paper. The dog padded over to Harry and laid the note in front of him.

Harry carefully unfolded it, careful not to touch the dog drool.

Harry,

Please meet me in my office as soon as you receive this note.

Professor Dumbledore

Why would Dumbledore want to meet him now? Maybe he had discovered something important. Harry looked up only to notice the entire class peering curiously at him.

"Back to work! All of you!" Snape yelled. "And what is that note, Potter?"

"Um…I have to go see Professor Dumbledore now…" Harry mumbled.

"Fine then," Snape snapped. "But don't think you are excused from homework."

Harry ignored him as he left the dungeon with Sirius at his side.

His godfather waited until they were safe and secure in Dumbledore's office before changing back into his human form.

"Why are you here, Sirius? What if someone recognizes you?" Harry asked worriedly. His mind once again flashed back to his dream.

"Don't worry," Sirius replied. "Nobody but you guys know I'm an Animagus. Professor Dumbledore told me to come here…I think he got something important to say to us."

Just then the Headmaster entered the room. "Good afternoon, Harry, Sirius. Have a seat!" The old man sighed as he slipped into his comfortable armchair. "Lemon drop?"

They shook their heads as they sat down on the chairs that suddenly appeared behind them. Harry fidgeted impatiently, waiting for Dumbledore to speak.

The Headmaster peered at them over his spectacles. "Remember, over the summer, when I told you I would try my best to find a way out of this?"

Harry nodded glumly. He did not want to think about it, not when life seemed normal again.

"Did you find a way?" Sirius asked. "Is Harry safe now?" His eyes glanced anxiously at his godson.

"I think I might have found one solution," Dumbledore said slowly. "But it isn't perfect. There will have to be great sacrifices on Harry's part."

"What kind of sacrifices, exactly?"

"Patience, Sirius. I will get to that at the end. First of all, Harry's connection with Voldemort is bonded by magic, as you know. All magic will travel through the bond. However…we could end the bond without either of them dying. The only way that I know of right now is to remove all of Harry's magic-"

"What?" Harry interrupted. "Then- then I'll be like a Squib!"

"We can't do that!" Sirius said firmly. "That would be a disgrace! Is it even possible?"

"Ah hem," The headmaster cleared his throat, indicating his was not done speaking. "If we did remove Harry's magic, then the bond would be gone, and Voldemort could safely be killed…"

"And Voldemort and his Death Eaters would try to hurt Harry again!" Sirius said adamantly.

"Please stop and listen. I never said we would use this course of action," Dumbledore replied. "Removing all magical traces from a witch or wizard is extremely difficult, and extremely dangerous, physically and mentally. It would most likely lead to almost all the mind and soul drawn out…which would make it hard for the person to lead a normal life."

"You mean mentally retarded. Crazy." Sirius stated flatly.

Dumbledore fell silent. "Yes…that is another way of putting it, as it would be hard for the person to care for themselves."

They both glanced at Harry, who had been silent throughout the last part of their exchange.

His eyes were blazing with an emerald fire. "Frankly, I'd rather be dead."

"Harry-" Sirius and Dumbledore both said softly.

The boy got up abruptly, knocking over his chair. "If you'll excuse me, I think I have Quidditch practice now." Stiffly, he strode out of the room, and slammed the door.

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