Hello everyone, I know I took my sweet time writing this, but I've been swamped with life… so to the more important stuff. I didn't like how I ended the last chapter so in this one I am gonna start by the edited version of the previous' end.
"Regular talk"
"Thoughts"
"Flashback"
"Did the boy notice me?!" he thought to himself in alarm "I should try and follow them from a distance, just to be safe." The figure finally decided as he emerged from behind the high-topped bleachers of the quidditch pitch, the light of the sun illuminating the face of professor Snape.
When they were a good distance from him. He began his overt trailing of the three, hiding in the shadows of the afternoon sun.
As the three went inside an unused class they closed the door behind them. Finding no way of entering without them knowing of his presence. He sticks his ear to the door to try and catch anything that might explain all the secrecy.
As the two boys were standing opposite her, she began to rethink the idea of telling them, however she steeled herself and took a deep breath.
"What's up Sam? What was it that you saw that made you so disturbed?" Tucker asked her eager to know.
While Danny just looked at her with encouraging eyes.
She took another deep breath, "What I need to tell you is that, even though I was in a trance, in fact, I was quite cognizant of the things I saw," as she said that the boys looked at her in surprise. "What I saw was not entirely understandable, but it was memorable and some of it made sense to me, firstly the man who turned into a rat, he was an animagus who appeared to be chained to someone –I couldn't tell whom it was he was chained to- he turned himself into a rat and escaped his chains; Secondly, the werewolf and the black dog, the only thing that I saw was them fighting with each other the black dog was protecting someone from the werewolf. Then comes the last part, the-boy-who-lived and the-boy-who-died, the first one obviously is Potter, the latter was you Danny, and now that I know that you are half dead, it makes more sense to me…" she paused taking a breath, "what I couldn't understand, was you looked different, as in extremely different white hair and green glowing eyes, at first I didn't know it was you, but the face looked similar to yours so I knew it had to be you. And with what you told us that day it all makes sense now, although, I don't know how came to look that way" she says.
Sam pauses again and notes the rapt attention her friends give her. "However, what made me freak out was what I saw next, I saw Potter leaning over the still body of black fighting off a swarm of Dementores with a weak patronus, and you fighting with a shadow like creature…" she trails of in her words.
"That's it, that doesn't sound traumatizing," Danny said. "Albeit, it is unnerving." He chuckled nervously a bit.
"No Danny, that wasn't what made me flip out!" She says in agitation for the interruption, "what it was, was what I saw you do, Danny, I saw you killing the shadow creature. With a killing curse." she said with a barely audible discomforted voice.
As the words left her mouth, she would have laughed at her friends faces if it weren't for the horrible topic they were discussing. Both of the boys were becoming as pale as ghosts.
"ar… are you sure Sam," Danny said.
"I don't believe it," Tucker said. "Actually, I won't believe it."
"I am sure of what I saw," Sam said quietly, "you were holding your wand dodging the shadow creature's strikes when you, in anger, cast the killing curse from your wand."
"I need to sit down," Danny said as he walked to a stool that was beside him. He looked pale and distraught.
Severus Snape was shocked to say the least, as he backed away from the door, he turned and went straight away to his private rooms, " I should tell Dumbledore, something as big as this." Severus thought to himself, "The boy appears to be thought of as half dead –whatever that means-, the Manson girl is a seer, a werewolf will apparently fight with a black dog –it's not farfetched that the werewolf is Lupin-, and Black, the wretched filth is going to die with a dementores kiss." Hesmiled at that last thought. However, his smile turns into a sour frown, when he thinks back on Potter and Fenton. "Potter, fighting off a swarm of dementores, for Black." He thought. "And not to forget Fenton, that boy is an enigma; his appearance would change to that of a boy with white hair and glowing green eyes. And the boy would cast a killing curse fighting off a shadow creature of some kind. What will make a kid like him cast it in the first place. True he's fighting some creature in the vision, but Fenton strikes me as the type of person who would try and save his enemy let alone kill them… not a very Slytherin trait, and to cast it would require a great deal of the intent to kill."
Then his thoughts turn to the man who would turn into a rat, him being chained gives him the thought that he is important to the overall plot of the visions. Truly Dumbledore should be informed he would know what to do with these visions.
The sour Potions Professor turns to his fire place and flues the Headmaster, when the flame of the fire place turns to the floating head of Dumbledore, Severus askes to have an audience with the him.
When the Potions Professor is admitted into Dumbledore's office he is greeted with the usual gravitas of the esteemed headmaster's whizzing what's am a call its, whirling do das and a charmingly-cramped office.
Severus walked over to a chair sitting on the opposite side of Dumbledore's desk, as he sat, Dumbledore did the same and sat behind his desk intertwining his fingers.
"So what brings you over Severus," Dumbledore asked.
"I have found out some new things on the Fenton boy, and a lot more." Snape said.
Dumbledore signaled him to continue, He began to tell him everything he found out listening in on the kids. From Sam's vision to Danny's status as "half dead" and the rat, werewolf and black dog. Dumbledore was listening raptly, taking in every information given by his spy.
"Hmm, that is quite intriguing." Dumbledore said thinking about what Severus brought him.
"It seems we have a lot to consider for our next actions, Severus, keep a look out on Harry as much as you can, if he was protecting Black then there might be something more to the story told; also not to forget Remus, keep an eye on him. And this Animagus, I wonder who he is?" Dumbledore's voice trailed off to a lull.
Severus looked at Dumbledore expectantly, who was quietly thinking things in his head.
"And what about the Fenton boy and Manson?" Severus asked.
"Hmm… Ah, yes. The Manson girl appears to have the gift of sight her family is famed for. It seems she is better at it than Professor Trelawney even, she could prove to be useful. As for Mr. Fenton…" Dumbledore paused in thought. "being half dead would explain the ability to phase through objects, however, I don't see how's that possible, never have I ever seen or heard of anything like him. The boy who died… I say we keep an eye on him too. I have a feeling he might have more to contribute in the future." Dumbledore said.
"Yes, Headmaster. I will." Done with reporting his findings to Dumbledore Snape leaves for his quarters.
As evening arrives the students congregate in the great hall for supper, we see Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table.
Harry was sitting with Ron by his side, while Hermione was opposite them, they were eating when the twins George and Fred sat beside them with George by Ron's side and Fred sat beside Hermione's right.
"What do you guys think of Fenton and his friends, quite an odd group aren't they?" Said George while taking a bacon from Ron's plate who in turn looked at him murderously.
"Yeah, you know Fenton's a junior unspeakable, and not to forget he beat on Malfoy…" Fred said after his brother. "How come is he Slytherin?" he then asked, taking a bacon of his own from Ron's plate who was getting redder by the second.
"Stop taking my food you gits!" Ron screamed with a mouthful of food.
Harry was bemused whilst Hermione looked disgusted as Ron, in his outrage, spat whatever was in his mouth.
"tut-tut, brother, never speak with a mouthful" George said.
"has mother taught you nothing?" Fred continued for his twin.
Ron looked about to explode again when Hermione spoke up, "Junior unspeakable you say?!" She states in a surprise more than actually asking, looking bewildered for a moment she adjusts herself and askes, "how exactly do you know this?"
"Well dad told us of course." George answered her.
"More like eavesdropped you mean." Ron returned.
"And how did your dad know?" again Hermione asked.
"The Fentons told them, basically the Fentons told anyone who could hear." Fred said with a smile.
"The Fentons, one of the weirdest unspeakables you would ever meet as my father would point out." George says. "not a bad lot, the Fentons, eccentric but not bad" he then said with a poor imitation of his father.
Hermione gave out a hmm, "well, I don't know much about Fenton and his friends other than they are a strange mix, one from each house except Gryffindor…" She looked thoughtful for a moment then continued, "they are quite a studious group: Manson is second to me in most subjects while Foaly excels in transfiguration, Fenton is good in Potions and a genius in Astronomy."
"And he is really one of the nicest Slytherins I have met… actually, a better term would be the only nicest Slythrin I have met" Harry said after her. "I've seen him around, he stopped Malfoy doing something stupid with that Hippogriff Buck-peak, probably helped Hagrid keep his job…" Harry tapered at the end. "And he's the only Slytherin to ever get detention from the greasy-bat. His friends on the other hand I know nothing much other than Manson is something called a goth in the muggle world and Foaly, crying out most of the time for something called a PDA."
"PDA?" George asks.
"A device in the muggle world" Harry responded.
"Foaly's a muggle-born?!" Ron stated in surprise after he swallowed his food. "A Slytherin is friends with a muggle-born?! What the bloody hell?!" Ron was bewildered.
Hermione looked at him as though he was stupid, "Not everyone is prejudiced like you and Malfoy Ron."
Ron looked at her, surprised by her outburst, then his face changed to that of anger.
"He's an American" Fred said before his brother could explode.
"Yeah 'Mione, he is different." George continued.
"It doesn't matter that he's American, America still has prejudices against muggles and muggle-borns." She said hotly. "And besides, why don't you guys go talk to him if you're so interested, I don't think he'd hex you."
"It's not that we haven't tried you know," George states.
"Albeit we only approached him once," Fred continues after him with a smirk.
After dinner in the great hall, Danny finds himself prowling the corridors of the castle, the chain around his neck feels heavy to him. After Sam's prophecy – or was it considered a vision since it wasn't like any regular prophecy, it still was a Wednesday, still a long way till Sunday, Danny was now fiddling with the medallion.
"I need to speak to him there must be something he can tell me." Danny thought to himself, his face gained a determent look as he grabbed onto the medallion and with a whisper exclaimed "Mortem"
As the magic of the portkey over took him he felt a tightness in his chest and a sudden lack of breath, he closed his eyes in worry, however, things began to settle and he felt himself hit the ground of where ever he was transported to. Danny's eyes shoot open as he feels the full impact of the ground upon his back, knocking whatever wind left in his air deprived lungs.
He takes a moment to take his breath, after settling down, he begins to look around, he was exactly where he was that night when he first met Clockwork. The mirror room, looking at his surroundings, Danny calls out, there was no reply. Being the curious son of two scientists, he takes his opportunity to explore, seeing the door behind him, he tries to open it to no avail, "I'm trapped" Danny says to himself.
Danny turns back to the mirrors, he approaches the closest one to him, like the last time he tries to look at the reflection on the mirror; Also, like last time, it's a complete fog. He tries other mirrors but nothing happens. "Clockwork!" Danny calls out again.
Suddenly the locked door opens, startled, Danny jump-turns towards the door, seeing it open to make way for father time himself, Clockwork.