Gah! I am a genius! Aren't I? I mean Yeah, I am a sooper smart cracker. SOOORRyyy that has nothing to do with this story. ANYROAD…I know a few of you have pointed out that I do have some spelling errors in the first and second chapters, I am sorry! That is what I get for drinking a case of mountain dew at three in the morning! Gah. In this chapter, Dumbledore is going to have some helpful info for our young wizard. Yay! ;

Brothers under the sun.

Chapter 3- Glass raven

"Harry, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Asked Hermione, concerned.

"I'm fine." Harry replied. He looked down at his hands. "What..." His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "What happened?"

Hermione frowned. "You don't remember?"

Harry's frown joined hers. "Remember what?"

"When we were walking back from Care of magical creatures, you two," she motioned at Draco, "You both fainted." She looked at him with the same concern as before. "You gave everyone quite a scare Harry."

"What happened after that?"

Hermione's face saddened. "Hagrid carried you both up here." A tear ran down her face. "Madame Pomfrey,…we… we thought you were dead." She wiped the tear away and laughed. "Look at me! I'm pathetic."

Harry smiled slightly. "No you just care about me," he nudged her teasingly, "You like me, you really like me!"

She smiled. "That's not all that happened… Draco woke up about five minutes after we got you guys in here. He was really stressed out. He made himself sick yesterday."

"How long was I asleep?"

"About three days."

Harry stared at the foot of Draco's bed. He was still very sleepy and was starting to feel nauseous. The glare from the metal bar on the bed was mesmerizing in his current state of mind.

He did not feel like speaking anymore. Hermione must have recognized this as she began to read a book.

What had triggered it he did not know. However, he did know he was going to vomit. For the slightest moment, he forgot who he was and where he was. When he came to, he found himself in the restroom sitting on the cold floor next to the toilet. The stall door was wide open and Hermione stood there with a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright? I'm going to get Madame Pomfrey."

He nodded slowly, hoping he would not throw up again.

Why had his scar changed?

The question echoed in his mind.

Why?

He needed an answer.

The sleepiness still had a hold of Harry but he knew the way to the headmistress's office by heart.

At the entrance, he said "Newt Scamander" and the spiral staircase ascended.

Without knocking, he opened the door. He sighed with relief that Headmistress McGonagall was not in. Closing the door behind himself, he quickly walked to the portrait of Dumbledore and dropped to his knees.

"Pr…Professor?" he said to the sleeping old man. He snorted and blearily opened his eyes.

While unfolding his hat, he said, "Oh, Harry." A smile danced on his face. "What a lovely surprise." Dumbledore's smile disappeared when he put on his half moon glasses. "Why…Harry, What's happen to your scar?" He said half way amused, still sleepy himself.

"I was hoping, you could tell me," Harry replied, disappointed.

"He wouldn't know," said a voice from behind. It was Draco. He was dressed in black from head to toe and had that old smirk on his face.

Squinting at the door Harry kicked himself when he realized he had not closed the door all the way.

"What does that mean?"

Draco walked to him, lazily swinging his hips, making every step long, and drawn out.

Leaning in Draco got inches away from Harry's face. A lump formed in Harry's throat. Draco's Eyes had turned color like his own. Only his were Red. Bright vibrant, shocking red. And his pupils were only slits, like a cat's.

"What do you want it to mean?" Draco slid a slim finger underneath Harry's chin.

Harry jumped up and tried to hide the redness in his face. "What was that all about?"

Albus look back and forth between the two, with a dumb-founded look. (Which Harry had never seen grace the face of his brilliant headmaster.)

All of a sudden, the room filled with people. Madame Pomfrey, Ron, Hermione, Mrs.Weasley, and Ms. McGonagall stepped in.

"Harry, why'd you leave the hospital wing?" Hermione said talking over the buzz of people fussing; they had obviously been looking for them.

"And more importantly why are you in my office?" asked the headmistress.

Draco looked away from Harry who he had his eyes on the whole time. Facing the group, he said, "We were looking for you. Guess you found us."

The buzz stopped as they all tried to assure themselves that this was true. Draco's expression said it was. But Harry's said Draco wasn't himself. Everyone looked warily at Draco, apparently not knowing what to think or say.

Harry's mind buzzed with questions. Supposing the shock of what happened had only just hit him, he put his fingers to his temples and rubbed them vigorously.

"Harry." Said Dumbledore. "May I have a minute. A private one perhaps. " He looked to Mrs. McGonagall, who then shooed everyone out, including Draco.

"Wait - Mrs.Weasley?" Harry stopped her. "Oh, yes Harry?" she asked

"Why are you here?" He made a face. "Err… That didn't come out right."

"It's quite alright dear," she replied with a wave of her hand. "I received an owl from Ron saying you were on your death bed." She rolled her eyes, ever so slightly. She smiled and gave a small wave and walked out. Mrs. McGonagall shut the door.

Turning to the portrait, Harry asked, "Professor?"

Dumbledore did not say anything for a few moments but then answered,
"Mr. Weasley was sick recently, am I correct?"

Harry was confused by the small talk.

"Yeah, he was."

Scratching his chin under his great beard, Dumbledore seemed to be contemplating something. "And how long has it been since Mr. Malfoy came back here?"

"Almost…three weeks, sir."

Yet again, he appeared to be contemplating something.

He looked up at Harry and smiled putting a finger in the air as if he had figured out something brilliant. "Aha!"

"Err, Sir?"

"I have discovered that both have absolutely nothing to do with each other!" he said with a chuckle. "Relax, Harry."

Harry had not realized but he had his face scrunched up and his muscles were tense.

"Sorry, sir." He apologized. He sat on the floor and leaned back against the old desk.

"Now. Harry I have something very important to speak with you about. I did not do it when I was alive, for I thought I would do it myself."

Harry nodded.

"You remember the Horcruxes?"

Harry nodded, again.

"I have one of them."

Harry leaned and put his hands on the floor between his legs, as a child would do. "Where sir?"

"I am not quite sure. It occurred to me that a small glass raven that had belong to and was cherished by, Rowena Ravenclaw was Voldemort's horcrux after following its history of purchase. About 5 years ago I put it in a vault at Gringotts. I never recorded what vault I left it in so it would be safe. But, in old age, I have forgotten. You must find it and destroy it, Harry."

"But professor, The order-"Don't worry about the order. Besides they would displeased if you didn't act on information such as this."

"What about Draco?" Harry protested.

"What about him? Take him with you. You will need all the help you can get. Now, in the second drawer down in the desk Harry, Open it."

Harry got up and did as he was told. Mrs. McGonagall had not managed to fill this drawer.

"Do you see the small string in the back? Pull it. And take out what's inside."

Reaching to the back of the drawer, he fumbled around until he found the string. Pulling it towards him, revealed a secret compartment. Inside was a single slip of paper.

Carefully, he brought it to Dumbledore.

"Yes, one thing I did prepare for, with this sheet of paper, Harry, the holder may go into any vault at Gringotts bank."

Harry looked down at the tattered piece of parchment. On it was a stamped red circle in the top right corner with faded letters that read "Approved" and some scribbled writing, much to dated to read, covered the length of it.

"And one more thing, Harry."

Tearing his eyes away from the paper, he looked up at Dumbledore.

"About Draco, I believe you might want to do some research on the curse he has."

"Why, is that, sir?" Harry swallowed, slightly concerned.

Dumbledore gave Harry the sympathetic look he did when he was not going to let Harry know something, unless he found it on his own.

When Dumbledore did not continue, "I'll check the library."