3/10/19- 4/18/19
Harry and Tracey were in the kitchen looking at the Daily Prophet to see if anything had been spotted about Voldemort.
"Seeing anything?" Harry asked.
"No, you?" Tracey asked.
"Nope." he said.
"What are you two doing?" Lily asked.
"Looking in the paper for any accidents happening." Tracey said.
Lily sighed. "Why don't you two get some air? We have a meeting at Sirius' later and me and your father are going to Dumbledore's office. Sirius said Dumbledore could use Grimauld Place as headquarters for the Order."
"OK mum." they said together.
"Be careful and don't forget your wand!" she said while they left.
"Don't worry mum, we have it in our pocket." Harry said.
'Worry wart. We never forget our wand. Only the invisibility cloak sometimes.' Tracey said.
'She needs to relax. We're going into our fifth year which means we can take care of ourselves. With you good at transfiguration and me Defense Against the Dark Arts we can do it.' Harry said.
'Yeah, we work hard during school. And will work harder the next three years because another war is going to start once the minister gets it through his thick head that he's back.' Tracey said.
'I hope he does.' Harry said.
They took out their wands from their pocket. She smiled and nodded.
So they left and Lilly and James headed to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore had told them as soon as Voldemort is proved back he wants them back in the Fidelius charm like last time.
It was a month until school started and Dumbledore had called James and Lily about something the other day.
"Hello Lily, James, please sit down. Lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked.
"No thanks Albus." Lilly said.
"So, what did you want to talk to us about?" James asked after they sat down.
"Harry and Tracey are going into their fifth year now. And I think Harry is old enough to admit how strong of a legilimence he truly is." Dumbledore said.
"What do you mean? You said he had it as strong as you." Lilly said.
"I lied to my first student and to you." he admitted ashamed.
"What?" James said.
"Everyone knows how strong of a legilimence Voldemort is right?"
They nodded.
"Harry has it as strong as him when he was done with his lessons." he said.
'Merlin that feels better. When I tell him the prophecy I will feel even more better.' he thought.
"W-what?" Lily said and covered her mouth.
"It's true. I know he was only eight and is only fifteen but you need to remember what I said that Halloween. He's very powerful. He was only five when it happened."
They sat there quietly for a while. Then James thought of something.
"Do you think maybe he's been hiding a lot of strength for his friends? I know Hermione was jealous that he started to get better grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts in third year."
"I've been thinking that to. I know Hermione was a little jealous of how good Tracey is at transfiguration." Lily said.
"I think you're right. Before the meeting I'm going to tell Harry about his legilimancy strength and ask him if he's been hiding his strength." Dumbledore said.
"Maybe you should have his friends and Tracey and perhaps Minerva and Filius also?" Lily said.
"Sounds good. That's it right now. Also after this I'm going to ignore him the best I can. I have an idea of something starting this year since he's back."
"Which is?" James asked the Marauder in him coming.
"Remember when I said I had a theory that he would have a connection with Voldemort in the future?"
They nodded.
"It started last year when he came back. I was going to have him tighten his occlamency full time but wanted to wait and double check. He has occlamency as strong as Severus himself as I said years ago. So if it continues through the year I'll have him put it locked as strong as he can."
"Alright, is that everything?" Lily asked.
"Yes that's everything. I'll see you later on." he said.
They nodded and left.
Meanwhile with Harry and Tracey,
They were at the park and on the swings.
"I can't believe the minister isn't believing you. Does he want another and most likely worse war now that we're either at or done with school?" Tracey said.
"I think he's too scared to believe me. He may have rejected it every time but Dumbledore would be a better minister." Harry said.
She nodded. "But he likes being headmaster more. He calls Hogwarts his home."
They sat there quietly. Then she looked at him.
"I can here you screaming at night. About what happened last year."
"Sorry. I didn't know I was doing it." he said.
"You know you can always come to me, right?" she asked.
"I know. And you can always come to me." he said.
She smiled and nodded. "I know. We're fifteen and are still inseparable. Like Fred and George."
Harry opened his mouth when it started to get dark and colder. Something they were familiar with.
They looked at each other and stood up. Then looked around.
"You don't think it's a dementor do you?" Tracey asked.
"I don't know, we better get home quickly though." Harry said.
She nodded and then felt rain so they started to run. When they got to an alleyway they stopped and looked around again.
There was something in the alleyway apart from themselves, something that was drawing long, hoarse, rattling breaths. They felt a horrible jolt of dread as they stood trembling in the freezing air.
While they looked around Harry slipped on the wet ground.
"Ooff!" he said and his wand fell out of his hand.
"Oh shoot!"
While he was on the ground they felt a creeping chill behind them that could mean only one thing. There was more than one.
"Remember Trace, keep your mouth shut. I don't want you getting into any trouble so leave it to me."
She nodded and kept her mouth shut and looked around.
"Wand!" Harry muttered frantically, his hands flying over the ground like spiders.
"Where's - wand -come on -lumos!"
He said the spell automatically, desperate for light to help him in his search - and to his disbelieving relief, light flared inches from his right hand - the wand tip had ignited.
Tracey looked at him in shock.
'Wandless magic? That's really powerful magic. Then again, Dumbledore said when we were five he was going to be strong.'
Harry snatched it up, scrambled to his feet and turned around. A towering, hooded figure was gliding smoothly towards them, hovering over the ground, no feet or face visible beneath its robes, sucking on the night as it came.
Stumbling backwards, Harry raised his wand.
"Expecto patronum!"
A silvery wisp of vapor shot from the tip of the wand and the Dementor slowed, but the spell hadn't worked properly; tripping over his own feet, Harry retreated further as the Dementor bore down upon him, panic fogging his brain -concentrate– A pair of grey, slimy, scabbed hands slid from inside the Dementor's robes, reaching for him.
"Come on Harry! You can make a strong patronus! Stronger than mine!" Tracey said.
"Expecto patronum!"
His voice sounded dim and distant. Another wisp of silver smoke, feebler than the last, drifted from the wand - he couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't work the spell.
There was laughter inside his own head, shrill, high-pitched laughter… he could smell the Dementors putrid, death-cold breath filling his own lungs, drowning him - think… something happy…
But there was no happiness in him… the Dementors icy fingers were closing on his throat – the high-pitched laughter was growing louder and louder, and a voice spoke inside his head:
"Bow to death, Harry… it might even be painless… I would not know… I have never died…"
He was never going to see Ron and Hermione again, Sirius, Remus, Tracey, his parents– And their faces burst clearly into his mind as he fought for breath.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
An enormous silver stag erupted from the tip of Harry's wand; its antlers caught the Dementor in the place where the heart should have been; it was thrown backwards, weightless as darkness, and as the stag charged, the Dementor swooped away, bat-like and defeated.
"THIS WAY!" Harry shouted at the stag.
Wheeling around, he sprinted down the alleyway, holding the lit wand aloft.
"TRACEY? TRACEY!" he said.
He had run barely a dozen steps when he reached them: Tracey was trying to cover her face to give Harry more time.
A second Dementor was crouching low over her, gripping his wrists in its slimy hands, prizing them slowly almost lovingly apart, lowering its hooded head towards Tracey's face.
"GET IT!" Harry bellowed, and with a rushing, roaring sound, the silver stag he had conjured came galloping past him.
The Dementors eyeless face was barely an inch from Tracey's when the silver antlers caught it; the thing was thrown up into the air and, like its fellow, it soared away and was absorbed into the darkness; the stag cantered to the end of the alleyway and dissolved into silver mist.
Harry headed to over to her and bent down to see whether she was OK.
"You alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, you?" she asked while she sat up.
"Yeah. Where did they come from?" he asked.
"I don't know, but we better get home before mum and dad have a heart attack and have everybody look for us." she said.
Harry nodded and helped her up.
Then they headed home.