Chapter 6: Confusion

At these words, Harry's head was spinning. What was he talking about? Why would Voldemort want to hurt Harry? He tried to kill him once, wasn't that enough? And his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was his godfather? Yeah right! These people are nuts. He knocked on the door and entered. Both men froze as Harry walked in. They were all staring at each other.

Finally Sirius broke the silence: "Yes Harry? Can I help you?"

Harry felt angry, and scared at the same time. What was he supposed to do? If this man was really his parents' friend, and so was Lupin by the sounds of it, knowing how they stare at him, does that mean his own parents would be disappointed in him?

"No Sir" Harry finally managed to spit out. "I forgot my book Sir, that's all".

Harry picked up his book and run out the door. He was lost, he didn't know what to do. He felt he needed a quiet place to think and release his anger if required. He headed straight up to the Room of Requirements.

He paced the ground for what seemed like hours, repeating to himself the conversation over and over again. By the sound of his stomach, he probably missed dinner. He decided to head down to his common room, in the dungeons, but didn't feel like talking to anyone.

He made his way to the owlery instead, to see Hedwig, the owl Hagrid offered him for his 11th birthday. As much as he loved his owl, she had proved very useless. No one ever wrote to him; he didn't seem to have friends out of Hogwarts. He stood in the owlery, staring out the window onto the grounds, while stroking Hedwig's feathers. Stress was overwhelming him, so he got out a cigarette and started smoking. He didn't even hear the footsteps when he was snapped out of his thoughts by a voice.

"Oh sorry! I didn't want to disturb, I didn't think anyone would be here this late."

Harry turned around and found himself looking at a beautiful girl with flaming red hair that looked awfully familiar, yet he had never seen such beauty. He stared at her while she was tying her letter to one of the school owls. She turned around to leave when he heard himself say:

"Wait!"

She turned back around, looking rather perplex.

"I'm sorry, I'm Harry. Harry Potter. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Well that's funny Potter. Is that the best you could come up with?" said the girl.

"What!" he replied rather confused,

"You may have been trying to torture my brothers since you got here, but don't expect me to play your little game."

That's when it hit him. Harry suddenly realized she must be the Weasley's sister. He couldn't believe how different she looked from the first time he saw her. She had become so beautiful! Harry's mind was on overdrive.

"Great!" he thought. Not only do I find out that my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is my godfather and that I should have been in Gryffindor if it weren't for my aunt, uncle and cousin, but now I fancy a Gryffindor, a Weasley out of all people! Can my day get any worst?"

Harry made his way down to his dorm and lied down, thinking about all that had just happened to him.

Harry was very temperamental over the next few days; which is probably why he doubled his efforts in tormenting his fellow students. During his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, he made a point of avoiding Professor Black's eyes, acting as if he didn't exist. The year was almost over, so he finally decided to put all his emotions and feelings at the back of his head, and focus on enjoying his time before returning to the Dursleys.

Viktor Krum's victory with the Triwizard Tournament was unexpected, and didn't sit too well with most Gryffindor students. Harry didn't care; to him he was a good Quidditch player, that's all that mattered to him. He had gotten to know Krum through the year, as the Durmstrang students would always sit at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. They got along well, that was it. It is said that the Durmstrangs are trained in the Dark Arts at their school; Malfoy was delighted to meet some of them, and was even trying to recruit some for Voldemort since they were of age. Harry was considering whether he should take Malfoy's offer now, since he'll be of age soon too.

"Hey Malfoy! I'm ready…"

Malfoy sneered; he knew what Potter meant, he had been waiting for a while. Harry was finally going to meet the famous dark wizard.

Bad cliffy! lol

Next, potter meets the Dark Lord and is given an assignment. Can you guess it?

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