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Harry dove through the air on his broomstick. It was his first day off from being grounded, and the Headmaster had said that he was allowed to fly again. Harry was glad that he could release some of his tension. For the past two nights, he had been off of the Dreamless Sleep potion, and he had had some nightmares about the Dursleys. Dumbledore had been there every time when Harry woke up. The Headmaster was able to comfort him, and they would talk to each other.

Harry had been flying for about half an hour before he decided to go back inside for a few moments. He wanted to grab his Quidditch gloves and try practicing with them on. He slowly landed and quietly walked into the house. Harry started to walk past the Headmaster's office on the way to his bedroom, but he heard voices coming through the door which was cracked open. He would have continued walking, but he heard someone say his name.

"Where is Potter?" Snape asked.

"He's outside flying. He should be out there for a while. Harry hasn't had the chance to fly lately, and he hasn't been outside for very long today. What do you have to report to me?" Dumbledore asked.

"The Dark Lord is gathering more followers. He called a meeting last night in order to initiate ten new Death Eaters. I did not know who any of them were. We will be meeting again tonight so that the new recruits can perform a raid on a Muggle town. The Dark Lord wants to test their loyalty and also see how well they can carry out this task."

"Do you know which town he has chosen?" the Headmaster questioned.

"No, I don't. He won't reveal that until tonight. I guess that he is afraid that the information could get out to the wrong people," Snape answered.

"I want you to stay out of the raid as much as possible without looking suspicious. Report back to me once Voldemort has allowed you to leave."

Harry continued to stand still in the middle of the hallway while trying to hear what they were talking about. He wanted to know what was going on in the wizarding world. Harry didn't think that the Headmaster would tell him everything about what Voldemort was up to if he were to ask.

"What is Voldemort doing about Harry's disappearance?" Dumbledore asked.

"He has been sending out people to look for him, but it is a little bit difficult for them since no one knows where to go. The Dark Lord has offered a reward for the one to capture Potter," Snape replied.

"Do you have anything else to report to me?"

"No."

"Well, now that that is out of the way, I have something to ask you that I've been curious about for a while. What has been going on between you and Harry lately?"

Harry leaned forward eager to hear Snape's response. He had been wondering the same thing.

Snape stayed quiet a few moments before answering. "I guess that it all started after the Tournament. I could see that he was getting very depressed, and I heard about what happened at the graveyard. I suppose that I felt a little bit sorry for him."

Harry's jaw dropped open when he heard that. He never expected that Professor Snape would feel sympathy towards him. He quickly composed himself and strained his ears in order to hear everything that was being said.

Dumbledore stayed silent while Snape continued to speak. "He is only fourteen years old, and he has been through a lot. He shouldn't experience the Cruciatus Curse through his connection to Voldemort, and he shouldn't see what the Death Eaters do to people. When I was younger, I made the mistake of choosing this lifestyle. Unlike me, Potter has been involuntarily thrown into his situation."

"I hope you realize that you have paid for your actions by spying for the Light. You have provided valuable information. I'm glad though that you and Harry are getting along now," Dumbledore said.

"How is Potter coping without the Dreamless Sleep potion? He has gone without it for the past two days."

"He did have nightmares both nights, but he's doing okay. I've been talking with him after they occur."

"I will make more of the potion and bring it to you soon. Has he had any more visions?" Snape asked.

"No. He hasn't needed to take any more of the pain potion either. The visions will probably occur more frequently, however, once the Death Eaters become more active. I hope that he doesn't see the raid tonight."

Harry had heard enough of the conversation. He quietly returned to the back door. When he got there, Harry opened the door and then loudly slammed it shut. He wanted to alert them to his presence and make them think that he had just come in. It was a few seconds later when the Headmaster and Snape walked into the living room.

"Hello, Professor Snape. What are you doing here?" Harry asked while trying to look innocent. From the corner of his eye, he could see Dumbledore giving him a calculating look.

"Potter, I am here to talk with the Headmaster; however, your noisy entrance interrupted our meeting."

"I'm sorry, sir. I just came back in to get my Quidditch gloves. You can continue talking after I go back outside."

"It doesn't matter. I was just getting ready to leave anyway. I will have some more Dreamless Sleep potion for you in a few days," Snape replied.

"Thank you for doing this for me, sir. It has been a big help," Harry sincerely said.

"You're welcome." Snape turned back to the Headmaster. "I will return soon. Goodbye."

Snape stepped over to the fireplace and flooed away. After the Potions Master left, Harry and Dumbledore sat down beside each other on the couch.

"It isn't nice to eavesdrop, you know," Dumbledore said.

"I don't know what you're talking…" Harry broke off when he saw the Headmaster's raised eyebrow. He gave Dumbledore a sheepish grin. "Oh, alright. How did you know?"

"First of all, the slammed door was a little bit over the top. You never slam the door unless you are angry, and I didn't think that you had any reason to be mad today. Secondly, you looked too innocent whenever we walked into the room, like you were trying to hide something."

"I wasn't going to listen to you guys at first, but I heard Professor Snape say my name. I was surprised by what he had to say about me," Harry answered.

"I don't think that it would be wise to let him know that you overheard him." Dumbledore smiled.

"I don't plan on it," Harry said. After a few moments of silence, Harry hesitantly began to speak again. "I overheard you and Professor Snape talking about the raid tonight. Sir, how does he go on Death Eater raids and not draw attention to himself? Does he have to…torture people?"

"He doesn't usually go on raids because Voldemort allows him to stay at the manor and make potions. Severus is only required to go on important occasions. When he does go, he tries to stay out of the way. He sometimes destroys a building or something, but he doesn't hurt anyone. The other Death Eaters are usually too busy doing their own thing."

"How long has Professor Snape been a spy?" Harry inquired.

"For many years. Severus joined Voldemort willingly after graduation in order to gain power and recognition, but he soon saw the terror and destruction that the Death Eaters caused. He was disgusted by it, yet he knew that he would be killed if he just left. Severus came to me for help, and I suggested that he become a spy. He's been doing it ever since," Dumbledore explained.

"I hate having my nightmares, but I think that I'd rather have a nightmare tonight than see the Death Eaters attack some Muggles." Harry's body shuddered.

The Headmaster placed an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Everything will be okay, Harry. These visions are unpredictable, so you may not see anything tonight. If you do have one, however, I will be there with you."

"Thank you, sir. That means a lot to me."

A noise crackled throughout the room. Harry brought the mirror out of his pocket.

"Hey, Sirius. How are you?"

"Hi, Harry," Sirius responded with a grin. "I'm doing good. My mission is going alright."

"Are you still at Kingsley Shacklebolt's house?"

"No, I've moved on. I'm at Arabella Figg's house now."

Harry got a shocked look on his face. "Mrs. Figg? My old neighbor? She's a witch?"

"No. She is a squib, but she is in the Order," Sirius responded.

"Why didn't she ever tell me?" Harry's hurt voice asked Dumbledore.

"She was watching over you. I didn't want her to expose her position. It was supposed to be a secret. I'm sorry that you didn't know," the Headmaster said soothingly.

Harry grumpily turned back to Sirius. "Someone still could have told me after I entered Hogwarts."

Sirius sent Harry a sympathetic look. "You may not have been included in a lot of secrets before, but you are being told about more stuff now. Not many people know about the Order."

Dumbledore spoke up. "Sirius, I need either you or Arabella to contact Kingsley. Tell him that the Death Eaters are going to attack some Muggles tonight, but we don't know where. Severus informed me of this today. The Aurors will need to be prepared to go out at any time."

Sirius' face turned solemn. "I will go do that now. I'm sorry, Harry, but I will have to cut our talk short. I just wanted to check in on you. Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Sirius."

Harry sulkily looked at the Headmaster.

"Please don't be like this, Harry. If something big happens in the future, I will try to tell you about it. There are just some things that I can't tell you, however. Why don't you go out and fly again? You weren't out there long before."

Harry gave a loud sigh. "Alright. I'll be back in later."

As Harry left the room, he became aware of a slowly increasing pressure emanating from his scar. He knew that Voldemort and the Death Eaters were going to be active later, so he quickly dismissed the pain as he grabbed his Firebolt and went back into the sky.