A/N: Happy Turkey Weekend everyone! Hope you eat lots of...turkey! And cranberry sauce! Yumm! Anyway, enough on that. I thinking about updating twice this lovely long weekend. Yup ladies and gents, twice. Amazing really. but it never came to be. My mom's gone a cleaning frenzy too, and her being so short she needs my help sometimes But never mind that...back to the show, er story!

Chapter Twenty-Two: Why They Can't Know

The next morning found Harry Potter sitting at his breakfast table, his eyes closed tight and his hands covering his ears. He groaned. A moment passed as the young Elemental Veela cautiously took his hands away for him hearing conductors to rub furiously at his eyes. Again he groaned.

Since coming into his magical being inheritance, Harry had had no visions of a certain Dark Lord who wanted to kill him, no the reason for his pained attitude was sheepishly sitting across the table from him.

Draco had left again to have breakfast with his friends, Gryffindors and Slytherins having more classes together this year than ever before, Harry almost saw his mate every one of them. No, Draco had been spared. Lucky git.

Harry sighed and groaned again. He got a responding groan back in return along with an embarrassed huff.

"Oh honestly Harry. It was not that bad."

Harry stopped trying to grind out his eyeballs and looked up at his two guardians, his expression a mixture of shock, outrage and amusement.

"Not that bad? Oh for you, I'm sure it was great Remus but honestly! I am permanently scarred with that image. It has been burned into my cornea."

Sirius had been the groan responder. Harry had accidentally walked in on him and Remus, expressing their emotions for each other.

"You could have knocked." he said to his tragically wounded godson, a tad embarrassed. This was James and Lily's kid! He had been given his responsibility and the first thing he does is psychologically terrify the boy.

"I was wondering why it was so damn silent! Excuse me, if the first thing that went through my mind wasn't 'I wonder if they're having sex?'!

Remus sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.

"Can we talk about this later? From now on just knock before you come in."

Harry shuddered. He may be an Elemental Veela but these we his ...parentla units!

"Forget knocking, I'll just enter every room with my eyes closed."

Sirius cracked a smile.

"That could be detrimental to your health."

Harry snorted. "What isn't these days?"

Tense returned to the room, tenfold. There had been no more attempts on Harry's life since the death of Trelawney. The silence had put everyone into war mode.

"Have they gotten any leads yet? From the list of those who know about the location of the kitchens?" Remus asked, all silently agreeing to forget this morning's incident.

Harry shook his head. "The list is practically all Gryffindors and two Ravenclaws, one being Luna. The only person to do...that would have to be a Gryffindor."

Sirius shook his head in disgust. " The House's reputation is going down the drain. But this person, would have to know you pretty well. To know what flavor of tea you like. you could narrow it down to the Qudditch team and your year mates."

Harry sighed. He didn't want to think about one of his friends being a possible killer. The war was hitting closer to home than Harry had ever imagined, even with the prophecy looming over his head.

Did Sirius and Remus know about the prophecy? Harry wondered to himself, studying the two men. Sirius had wanted to tell him what the Order was guarding last year but Dumbledore had said that only Harry and the Headmaster knew the contents of the prophecy.

Harry felt his Slytherin side taking over as he wondered how to get the information out of them without appearing suspicious.

Only a truly messed up person could pull off being both a Gryffindor and a Slythiern, Harry mused thinking about himself. A Slytherin Harry would have a survival instinct totally for himself while a Gryffindor Harry would be a total martyr. Slytheirn Harry would want to prove himself worthy of being famous and shine in his element, while Gryffindor Harry would be content to stay in the shadows and let his friends take all the glory. Harry really was the middle man of both houses.

"Did you and Mrs. Weasley ever come to an agreement on us younger Gryffindors being in the Order?" Harry asked wording his question carefully. Hopefully the two Marauders would think they wanted to join the Order and not figure out Harry's plan.

Sirius grinned at his godson, remembering the flaming rows they had at the Headquarters last summer.

"She really has no say over you now, or Hermione but her own children might have a hard time getting in. Dumbledore said, during the last meeting that you are being told whatever you ask now, so it's only a matter of time before you lot join."

Harry nodded. "He told me a lot of stuff at the end of June."

Remus glanced at Harry, his eyes curious. " He told you what was being guarded in the Ministry?"

Harry nodded. "He said it was in the Department of Mysteries. That's all."

Sirius nodded. "That's all we know as well. He said when he told you, it was up to yourself to tell everyone else. We all respect that."

Harry nodded, his heart sinking. They couldn't know. No one could know. This was Harry's destiny to carry, to succeed or fail.

The elemental Veela nodded then stood. He had to think.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I promised Ron and Hermione I'd meet them before Healing this morning. Good bye."

Both men chorused back, completely ignorant to the turmoil in their charge's heart.

Harry had about forty-five minutes until class and no promise to meet his friends before class. He needed to be alone. Pulling out his map, Harry scanned the castle until he found a hidden hallway that was close to the Hospital Wing, where he would be having Healing classes.

They didn't know. In a way, Harry was relieved. They didn't need to worry even more than they did about Harry's safety form Voldemort. No pressure to tell others, to share his feelings, to save them all. No one else knew his destiny was written in stone. He was going to become either a killer or an obituary in the Daily Prophet and nothing they did could change that.

No Sirius and Remus could not know the truth.

Neither could Ron or Hermione. Every year they had been in danger because of him. Seeing Harry in the corridor was starting to become a danger to one's health. Voldemort would kill Harry's friends and their families to get that information. And they deserved some peace. A chance to get together. Ron had liked their bookwormish friend since he had realized in their fourth year that she was a girl and Hermione before that. Ron would freak out every time Harry had a nightmare and Hermione would research everything she could to help him. They would put their lives aside for him and he didn't want that.

Hermione and Ron were out of the question.

Most of all, Harry could not tell Draco. It would put him in even more danger than being Harry's mate and the son of a traitorous Death Eater spy. Would Draco even want to be with him, if he knew that Harry was to kill or be killed and bring the whole world down with him? But Harry had to live long enough to either kill the scaly bastard or take as many of his allies with him as possible.

Harry the Wizard and Harry the Elemental Veela battled, neither one really liking lying to Draco but it was necessary. Draco could not be told.

For the first time in the last two months Harry felt truly alone.

A/N: This one is short but the net one will be longer, I swear. I was all busy turkey weekend. Please don't give up on me!

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S.Tangerine