Title: The Herald of Truth

Pairing: DM/HP, RW/HG... so far

Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP

DISCLAIMER: Me? Own Harry Potter? Laughs hysterically, tears pouring forth from eyes Oh gods! Ahahahahahahahaha! If you don't get it. That's a no. I don't own Harry Potter. I only own the plot and any characters you don't recognize.

Summary: It's the middle of the war and the casualties are amazingly high on both sides. There isn't a reason to laugh or be happy anymore. But suddenly, the Secrets of Hogwarts are being revealed one by one. Everyone is paranoid and everything is in disarray. Who's doing it? What are they trying to accomplish and who's next? SLASH. R/R

yah de yah Parseltongue

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Chapter Two: The Yellow Scroll

It was Christmas, but no one was enjoying it. They watched each other suspiciously. No one dared make one untoward move. Paranoia clouded everyone's eyes. Who would be next? What would today's lunch bring? After the initial morning of Black Envelopes, crying students, and accusatory glances, Harry could be found in his usual unmapped room. The room that only Draco could find. He sighed to himself as he examined the sizable amount of presents around the tree. Most were for Draco, he knew. He didn't mind though. He didn't care. He had all he needed from his friends and Draco.

He worried his bottom lip as he sat down on the couch by the Christmas tree. He couldn't help but still feel a bit depressed. So many families were grieving over losses right now. Somewhere a battle was being fought or was just beginning.Somewhere someone was breathing a final breath. It sure as hell wouldn't be a happy Christmas for most of the students in Hogwarts. He didn't see when Draco opened the door to the room, nor did he see him as he came and sat next to him. He did feel the hands as they roamed over his chest, slipping under his shirt.

"Stop worrying. It's Christmas and we have presents to open." Harry allowed a smile to dominate his facial features.

"So we do. Why don't we get to it then?" Neither boy moved. Draco's hands were still roaming underneath Harry's shirt. He moaned a little bit.

"I've got the best present of all right here," Draco murmured pulling Harry into a blissfully sweet kiss.

!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!

Harry walked into the Great Hall for dinner noticing the somber look on everyone's faces, but trying desperately to ignore it. He sighed.He couldn't have one peaceful day, could he? He sighed once again.

His good mood quickly faded as the stares focused on him. He sat down at the Gryffindor table staring at his plate, trying not to make eye contact. He'd tough this dinner out, but only so that Ron and Hermione wouldn't be too mad that he didn't spend Christmas morning with them.

As if they had been summoned by his thoughts, Ron and Hermione strolled through the door hand in hand. Harry felt a quick pang of jealously before he viciously restrained it. Would he and Draco always have to hide? No, he wouldn't think like that. He once again silently renewed his vow to kill Voldemort as soon as possible. They smiled at him in grim acceptance, knowing that he would never tell them where he had been all day.

He caught sight of Draco's platinum hair and felt his spirits were immediately uplifted. He didn't need to be public, he just needed the silent support. It was good just the way it was. Food appeared on his plate and he set to it with a vigor that hadn't been present in weeks. Ron and Hermione were amazed, but smartly chose to say nothing. Harry was almost done with his dinner when a Canary flew into the room, chirping quite happily. Attached to it's leg was a bright yellow scroll; so yellow it almost blended into the bird's feathers. It did a couple of enthusiastic laps around the hall. Everyone stared at it in confusion. There was absolutely no one these days who used Canary messengers.

They were too weak, too chipper, and unbearably yellow. The little bird swiftly exited its last lap and flew to the middle of the room where it let its small bundle go. Everyone watched with trepidation as the lights in the room dimmed and the small scroll expanded itself. With one last chirp, which sounded faintly like a birdy laugh, the little thing exited the Hall leaving the expanded scroll behind. Once again images flickered onto the Scroll Screen. One picture highlighted itself and everyone quickly recognized Dean Thomas.

Dean Thomas
Seventh Year Gryffindor
Loves Anything Dealing with Art
Secretly Desires to settle down in Muggle London as an Art Dealer

Be Still My Beating Heart. This boy can dance.

The image was blank for a moment, but then light suddenly flooded the scroll and there was Dean. He started off slow, but then began to fly. Doing splits in the air, pirouettes, spins... It really was amazing to see. You can be sure that if black people could be seen blushing, he would be beet read. As it were, you could see a slight red tinge to his brown. Girls and guys turned appreciative eyes upon him. More words appeared on the screen.

Yes, ladies and gents, that is a leotard and he is available.

Dean felt like a cornered mouse as most eyes in the hall took on an evil glint. Needless to say Dean would have his hands full for quite some time. The picture disappeared in a spinning vortex and was replaced with a picture of Hagrid. His jovial face filled the screen.

Rubeus Hagrid
Professor
Loves anything Dangerous (Animal Wise)
Secretly Desires to own the Most Dangerous Zoo (featuring Norbert...and Fluffy)

A picture of a Norwegian Ridgeback was shown as well as a three headed dog.

Our friendly neighborhood giant has been holding out on us. As of September 5, 1997, Hagrid has been the father of beautiful bouncing boy.

The screen changed to show Hagrid and Madame Maxime playing with a baby about the size of a baby killer whale. Up at the teacher's table, Hagrid looked shocked for a moment and then happy as all the students and teachers began to congratulate him. He tried unsuccessfully to hide behind his wide hands. Well, the mystery of where Hagrid disappeared to every weekend was finally solved. The picture and writing disappeared in a wave and another picture spiraled onto the screen.

Sybil Trelawney
Professor
Loves anything related to Death
Secretly desires to posses the 'Inner Eye' (which she does to an extent)

Our Divination professor approaching her fifty-first birthday is still...sadly... a virgin. Betcha shenever foretold this!

A shrill shriek of outrage filled the room and the students quickly stopped their laughing in the face of the glare that rivaled Snape's that Trelawney was now wearing. It wasn't often that she ate in the Great Hall, but now when she finally did... THIS HAPPENED. Haha, silly bint. The screen changed once again.

Neville Longbottom
Seventh Year Gryffindor
Loves Plant life
Secretly Desires to dominate Severus Snape in a one night tryst at least before school is up

Our clumsy little boy is actually a practicing Rap star.

Neville looked absolutely mortified as his own face filled the screen and he started rhyming almost faster than the speed of light. The students were amazed by the fact that it actually sounded good. More than one foot had began to tap. There was also more than one protest as Neville's image left the screen and was replaced by another one.

Michael Corner
Sixth Year Ravenclaw
Loves shiny objects
Secretly desires to put together his own museum.

Watch your items, Michael has sticky figures. BEWARE the kleptomaniac!

As the picture changed it showed Michael walking through his room and placing a charm under his bed mattress. When the bed mattress was lifted a veritable mine of treasures was revealed. Gasps went through the hall and comments like 'Hey! That's my...' could be heard.
The words disappeared in a flurry and new ones replaced them.

This is what...the second day and none of you have taken the hint that I am so kindly giving to you. UNITY! This one word can solve so many problems. I'll be watching.

The scroll screen rolled in on itself with a resounding SNAP, scaring the bejesus out of everyone. The Hall once again had something to talk about.

!THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT.THOT!

Harry walked into the rooms and saw Draco sitting in the armchair before the fire. He crawled into his lap, leaning against the warmth of Draco's body.

"Well, it's nice to feel needed," Draco said jokingly. Harry sighed and snuggled into him.

"Can you believe what happened today?"

"Yeah...who would ever thought that Neville had it in him?" Harry chuckled.

"I'm being serious."

"All right, all right. I don't know why you're worried."

"I'm not worried..." Harry said as Draco wrapped his arms around him. "I'm not."

"So why do you sound like you're trying to convince yourself?"

"I don't know," Harry sighed. "I just have a funny feeling about this."

"Well, it's for the good of the school, right? I think whoever is doing this has the right idea. Sure, everyone wants to kill them about
now, but they have the right idea. Now, let's enjoy the rest of our Christmas, hmm?"

"You have a one track mind," Harry said straddling Draco's lap.

"You wouldn't have me any other way."

"You're right. I wouldn't." They shared passionate kisses long into the night.

A/N:

Phew! That's done! Well... to tell the truth, it's been done for a while. The beta just checked it over. Didn't she do a good job. Thanks, Tanisha! Alright now... 3 is almost done! Muahahahaha. And 4 is in the works. It rocks having planned stories.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed. So until next chapter, oui?