School has started, but I promise I'll still update as soon as possible. I have pretty crappy parents, so it's hard for me to post. The more threats I get, the more frantically I write! Okay, with that said...
Chapter 7- Questions and Answers
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Harry looked at the Dractnox above him with the utmost seriousness. "I have a very important question this time. Maybe one of the most important I'll ever ask you. Exactly why am I able to see you, and how was it made possible?"
The Dractnox looked at Harry intensely with it's amber eyes, which took on a radiant glowing more than ever before. "Harry Potter injesssted the Midst potion, and can thuss ssspeak to usss properly."
Harry's face screwed up in a frown. Considering that these things gave out information -correct and completely viable information- and that they didn't lie, then Harry must have taken the Midst potion...a potion that was no longer around or able to be made...so how was it possible?
"What did it say, Harry?" Hermione's eager voice reached Harry's ear as he was starting to think that his time-turner query from earlier may be possible.
"It...It said that I took the Midst potion..." Harry's frown took a confused turn. "But I never took it! I couldn't have."
"Isn't that the potion from two-thousand years ago?" Ron asked. Hermione looked at Ron in disbelief in that he'd actually remembered details of something other than Chocolate Frog cards. "What? Hey, Hermione, I pay a great amount of attention to you guys, so don't look at me like that!"
Hermione shrugged and moved forward in her seat. "Harry, ask it -how- you took it. Where, when, and otherwise."
Harry nodded and looked back to the Dractnox. It was still watching him intently, and making the lightest swish-swish noise as it hovered. "How is it that I took the Midst potion? Exactly how?"
"The one you call Draco Malfoy ssslipped it to you in your food in various forms and small quantities." Harry's mouth fell open in shock, but the Dractnox was not finished. "Once in your potionsss classs he put it into your cauldron and you inhaled the fumesss...Another he bribed a first year Hufflepuff to put it in your goblet of pummmpkin juice...Again in your hospital wing he poured the last of it into your healing potion for your baaack...The potion can easily be dissguised." The Dractnox stopped there, feeling it complied perfectly in answering Harry's question.
Harry was quite pale now as this information began to sink in. One, Malfoy had put a potion -an extremely old and therefore had no cure potion- into Harry's food without him even noticing. That meant that if he wasn't careful, Voldemort himself could get away with much much worse. Two, Harry had taken it three times, and Dumbledore's Book of Worlds told him to never take it three times in succession without the antidote, or it was irreversible. So now he was stuck like this. And three, he had no clue how this would affect his life as a whole...What could taking such an old potion do to him internally? And what about when dealing with Voldemort?
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione's concern filled voice reached Harry through his own shock. "What's wrong?"
"It...The Dractnox told me...It told me that Malfoy gave it to me in my drink and potions...Already three times..."
"So?"
"RON!"
"What?!"
Harry explained to them exactly what the Dractnox told him, and, more for Ron's sake, what it now meant to his life as a whole. As he finished, they were quite crestfallen.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Ron apologized for being insensitive. "I didn't realize that it meant you were stuck this way."
"Ask if there's an antidote, Harry." Hermione wasn't ready to accept that he was stuck that way if he didn't want to be. Especially if Malfoy made him that way...dirty ferret...
"There's no antidote now," Harry told them. The Dractnox had already answered his question as he had thought about it.
"How did Malfoy get something that old, Harry? If he had that Midst potion, then why doesn't he also have an antidote?"
Harry thought for a moment, and the Dractnox spoke to him, hypnotizing him with it's glowing amber eyes.
"The Malfoy boy ssstole that potion from his father'sss secret ssstock. It had been passed down their line through many generations. He didn't know what it wasss, but knew that those who take it often hear voices, and arrre committed to your mental institutionsss. He sought to ousssst you from your peersss. He hasss no antidote. There is not one left in your world anywhere."
Harry relayed the new facts to his friends rather despondently. No antidote meant that he was stuck like this. Forever. And all because Malfoy had wanted to play a stupid trick on him.
"Dractnox...," Harry addressed the creature with a sort of sadness. "Did...Did Malfoy want to do this to me? I mean, of course he meant to, but I mean with these results...I mean, did he actually know I'd be stuck like this?" Hermione gave Harry a sad look, and Ron looked determined for revenge...And knowing about Malfoy, dolls, and teddy bears seemed awfully good leverage to start something.
"The Malfoy boy intended to make you ssssick, and to make you crazy, but only temporarily...never to permanently harm you...He wantsss to put you out of the ssspotlight, but not permanently." The Dractnox added as a sort of after thought, "He'sss jealousss."
Well what did you know? Malfoy was jealous of him. The little ferret didn't actually -want- the famous Harry Potter permanently harmed...well, harmed but not permanently...so that's not saying much on Malfoy's part anyway. He just wanted attention, so thus took out his frustrations on Harry? //Great. Sounds just like some sappy after-school special. And to think, the great son of a Death Eater is jealous of me? Ha! And pigs fly...//
"Sssome dooo..."
"It's an expression," Harry told the Dractnox.
Hermione looked at him speculatively. "What is it, Harry?"
"Oh...ummm...Malfoy's just been up to plotting against me...again..." Harry said it quite listlessly. Truthfully, he was just sick and tired of the games he and Malfoy constantly played. 'I hex you', 'you curse me', etc...There were bigger things in the world than him and Malfoy's little rivalry, and the Dark Lord was one of those things. If Malfoy wanted to play dirty, then fine. Harry would exact his revenge and that would be it. He wouldn't partake in childish games anymore, and he wasn't going to let the soddy little Slytherin get to him anymore. Never again.
Now that he was stuck like this, which he had accepted rather quickly, he was going to use it to his advantage. It seemed that The-Boy-Who-Lived now had an edge against his enemies...namely Voldemort.
"Harry? What are you going to do?" Hermione looked troubled with Harry's silence.
"I'm going to do what I do best..."
"And what's that?" Ron asked.
"Adapt."
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The next day after classes Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common room, trying to get an essay on the uses of Locknut Pods done. Harry kept pretending he was asking Ron questions -when he was really asking the Dractnox- and would then answer them as if he suddenly remembered. Ron thought this was a great game, not to mention a quicker way to 'research' things, and they were getting their essays finished just as fast as Hermione.
"And what can the Locknut Pod shells be used for?" Harry seemingly asked Ron.
"It was...They can be used for..." Ron just played along.
"Locknut Pod shellsss can be used as an immediate poissson neutralizer when correctly sssponged onto an open wound." The Dractnox was incredibly helpful.
"Oh yeah! You can use them to neutralize poison in open wounds!" Harry told Ron as if he had just remembered. Ron sniggered and continued writing on his paper.
"That's technically cheating, Harry," Hermione admonished for the third time.
"I'd like to see you prove it, Hermione!" Ron was having a blast with this new way of 'studying'. And he suspected that Hermione was jealous that they weren't asking her questions anymore.
Hermione knew he had a point, and she couldn't prove that they were cheating, but it still annoyed her to no end. "Ron, I really don't think you or Harry are going to be able to do this when it comes to taking our tests. You're going to end up failing. And Harry, everyone -will- think you're crazy if you talk to yourself during classes."
Harry saw her point, and decided to find out some way to ask the Dractnox questions without speaking aloud. It wasn't what Hermione would've wanted, or what she meant, but she had a major point: to utilize this new skill, he would need to keep it secret, and that meant no speaking aloud. But he'd take care of that aspect later.
"Hermione, I think you're jealous of the Dractnox," Ron stated matter-of-factly.
"WHAT?!"
"Yup. It knows more than you'll ever know, and we're not asking you questions anymore, so I think you're jealous."
"Ron, the day I'm jealous of something I can't even see is the day I change my name to Malfoy and dye my hair blonde."
"So there's gonna be another Malfoy walking around the school, is there?" Ron laughed at what he thought was his own cleverness, and Hermione glared at him. She picked up her books and other work and with an indignant "hmph!" she went up to the girls' dormitories.
"I think you crossed a line, Ron."
"She knows I was only joking...I mean, it's only an essay. And besides, I'm sure she loves us not bothering her with our work."
"I guess. But she has a point, Ron."
"Yeah, yeah. We'll study up when the time comes. But we're just having some fun, right? It's neat getting any information we want."
Harry merely nodded and put his essay and quill away. He suddenly had the urge to go and see Dumbledore.
"Where ya goin', Harry?"
"I have to see Dumbledore," he said. And went for the portrait hole as a Weasley popped through from the other side.
"Alright, Harry?" Fred asked as Harry made his way through.
"But what about the Locknut Pods?" Ron called after him. //Looks like he'll be apologizing to Hermione pretty soon if he wants help// Harry mused.
"Hello ickle-Ronniekins!"
The last thing Harry heard as he left the common room was Ron calling Harry for help against his elder brother.
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Harry passed countless doors, hallways, and students as he made his way to Dumbledore's office.
//What am I doing?// he thought.
"You arrre going to offer information."
"Am I?" Harry asked aloud. He wasn't sure why the sudden need to see Dumbledore was so great, but he knew that it would sort somethings out.
"Talking to yourself again, Scarhead?" Malfoy's voice reached Harry from somewhere behind him. He turned and saw Malfoy leaning against a wall, strangely without his cronies.
"Where're your bodyguards today, Malfoy? Picking out a new teddy bear for you?" Harry saw something in Malfoy's face momentarily change before he could successfully hide it. He knew that he had hit a bull's eye with his remark.
Malfoy ignored Harry's remark, even though it had inwardly peeved him. "You're so pathetic. Talking to yourself in the corridors, Potter. The whole school thinks you're going a bit crazy. That's not a good sign, Potter."
"And you wouldn't know anything about that, now would you...~Sweetpea~?" Malfoy suddenly blanched under his already pale skin, and Harry was suddenly very grateful for the question-and-answer session with the Dractnox.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Potter." But it was obvious Malfoy did.
"Just think about it, Malfoy." Harry turned to take his leave to Dumbledore's office. "Oh, and I suppose I should thank you for a few things, Sweetpea, but that'll come later. In full. I guarantee you."
Harry went on his way, leaving a most shocked and appalled Malfoy in his midst. //That felt good.//
He reached Dumbldore's office in no time, and asked the Dractnox for the password (which now happened to be crumb-cake). As the stone gargoyle moved out of place, Harry went up the steps and knocked on the Headmaster's office.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir?" The door opened and Harry stepped inside. "Sir?" He saw Dumbledore speaking to someone hidden by the tall man's robes.
"-and it's just for safety precautions. You understand, Severus." Dumbledore turned around to let Severus Snape pass him, and smiled as he caught sight of Harry. "Ah, Harry. Professor Snape was just leaving. Can I get you some tea?" Snape shot Harry a dirty look before he exited the Headmaster's office.
"No thank you." Harry entered the room further, ignoring Snape, and then sat down in one of the comfy chairs.
"What can I do for you, Harry?"
"Sir, I've found out some things about...the Dractnoxes."
"As I suspected you would, Harry." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mischieviously and he summoned a tray of tea.
"Sir, I know why I'm like I am now. As well as who made me this way."
Dumbledore simply nodded and handed Harry a cup of tea, which he took absentmindedly. Harry couldn't decide exactly what he wanted to tell Dumbledore, and he was pretty sure he'd enjoy getting Malfoy into trouble, but it wasn't what he -wanted-. Harry wanted to use his new ability to the best of his being, and he wasn't sure if ratting on Malfoy was the way to do it.
"It's difficult for me to explain everything that's happened in these short few days, and I thought maybe you could help me sort some things out." Harry was getting himself confused, and thought that maybe he shouldn't have come to see Dumbledore in the first place.
"Well, Harry, I'm all ears," Albus said soothingly, and Harry doubted the old man was speaking figuratively.
"Sir, I can ask them things. Like anything. It's how I found out that I was fed Midst potion...and who gave it to me..." Harry expected Dumbledore to ask him who gave it to him, but the old man remained silent and sipped his tea. Harry continued. "Professor Dumbledore, I guess the reason I came up here...well, actually I don't know why I came up here. I just got this sudden urge to see you, and...I guess what I'm saying is...since I have endless information at my whim," he felt a little arrogant for saying so, "I'd like to personally help find out where Voldemort's hiding place is."
The finality of what Harry just said hit him like a ton of bricks. That was what he'd wanted all along, wasn't it? In all the excitement that had taken place over a few days, Harry must've thought it and put it in the back of his mind. Only now did it surface to him the power that he held...and this time he'd use it to his full extent.
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Chapter 7- Questions and Answers
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Harry looked at the Dractnox above him with the utmost seriousness. "I have a very important question this time. Maybe one of the most important I'll ever ask you. Exactly why am I able to see you, and how was it made possible?"
The Dractnox looked at Harry intensely with it's amber eyes, which took on a radiant glowing more than ever before. "Harry Potter injesssted the Midst potion, and can thuss ssspeak to usss properly."
Harry's face screwed up in a frown. Considering that these things gave out information -correct and completely viable information- and that they didn't lie, then Harry must have taken the Midst potion...a potion that was no longer around or able to be made...so how was it possible?
"What did it say, Harry?" Hermione's eager voice reached Harry's ear as he was starting to think that his time-turner query from earlier may be possible.
"It...It said that I took the Midst potion..." Harry's frown took a confused turn. "But I never took it! I couldn't have."
"Isn't that the potion from two-thousand years ago?" Ron asked. Hermione looked at Ron in disbelief in that he'd actually remembered details of something other than Chocolate Frog cards. "What? Hey, Hermione, I pay a great amount of attention to you guys, so don't look at me like that!"
Hermione shrugged and moved forward in her seat. "Harry, ask it -how- you took it. Where, when, and otherwise."
Harry nodded and looked back to the Dractnox. It was still watching him intently, and making the lightest swish-swish noise as it hovered. "How is it that I took the Midst potion? Exactly how?"
"The one you call Draco Malfoy ssslipped it to you in your food in various forms and small quantities." Harry's mouth fell open in shock, but the Dractnox was not finished. "Once in your potionsss classs he put it into your cauldron and you inhaled the fumesss...Another he bribed a first year Hufflepuff to put it in your goblet of pummmpkin juice...Again in your hospital wing he poured the last of it into your healing potion for your baaack...The potion can easily be dissguised." The Dractnox stopped there, feeling it complied perfectly in answering Harry's question.
Harry was quite pale now as this information began to sink in. One, Malfoy had put a potion -an extremely old and therefore had no cure potion- into Harry's food without him even noticing. That meant that if he wasn't careful, Voldemort himself could get away with much much worse. Two, Harry had taken it three times, and Dumbledore's Book of Worlds told him to never take it three times in succession without the antidote, or it was irreversible. So now he was stuck like this. And three, he had no clue how this would affect his life as a whole...What could taking such an old potion do to him internally? And what about when dealing with Voldemort?
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione's concern filled voice reached Harry through his own shock. "What's wrong?"
"It...The Dractnox told me...It told me that Malfoy gave it to me in my drink and potions...Already three times..."
"So?"
"RON!"
"What?!"
Harry explained to them exactly what the Dractnox told him, and, more for Ron's sake, what it now meant to his life as a whole. As he finished, they were quite crestfallen.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Ron apologized for being insensitive. "I didn't realize that it meant you were stuck this way."
"Ask if there's an antidote, Harry." Hermione wasn't ready to accept that he was stuck that way if he didn't want to be. Especially if Malfoy made him that way...dirty ferret...
"There's no antidote now," Harry told them. The Dractnox had already answered his question as he had thought about it.
"How did Malfoy get something that old, Harry? If he had that Midst potion, then why doesn't he also have an antidote?"
Harry thought for a moment, and the Dractnox spoke to him, hypnotizing him with it's glowing amber eyes.
"The Malfoy boy ssstole that potion from his father'sss secret ssstock. It had been passed down their line through many generations. He didn't know what it wasss, but knew that those who take it often hear voices, and arrre committed to your mental institutionsss. He sought to ousssst you from your peersss. He hasss no antidote. There is not one left in your world anywhere."
Harry relayed the new facts to his friends rather despondently. No antidote meant that he was stuck like this. Forever. And all because Malfoy had wanted to play a stupid trick on him.
"Dractnox...," Harry addressed the creature with a sort of sadness. "Did...Did Malfoy want to do this to me? I mean, of course he meant to, but I mean with these results...I mean, did he actually know I'd be stuck like this?" Hermione gave Harry a sad look, and Ron looked determined for revenge...And knowing about Malfoy, dolls, and teddy bears seemed awfully good leverage to start something.
"The Malfoy boy intended to make you ssssick, and to make you crazy, but only temporarily...never to permanently harm you...He wantsss to put you out of the ssspotlight, but not permanently." The Dractnox added as a sort of after thought, "He'sss jealousss."
Well what did you know? Malfoy was jealous of him. The little ferret didn't actually -want- the famous Harry Potter permanently harmed...well, harmed but not permanently...so that's not saying much on Malfoy's part anyway. He just wanted attention, so thus took out his frustrations on Harry? //Great. Sounds just like some sappy after-school special. And to think, the great son of a Death Eater is jealous of me? Ha! And pigs fly...//
"Sssome dooo..."
"It's an expression," Harry told the Dractnox.
Hermione looked at him speculatively. "What is it, Harry?"
"Oh...ummm...Malfoy's just been up to plotting against me...again..." Harry said it quite listlessly. Truthfully, he was just sick and tired of the games he and Malfoy constantly played. 'I hex you', 'you curse me', etc...There were bigger things in the world than him and Malfoy's little rivalry, and the Dark Lord was one of those things. If Malfoy wanted to play dirty, then fine. Harry would exact his revenge and that would be it. He wouldn't partake in childish games anymore, and he wasn't going to let the soddy little Slytherin get to him anymore. Never again.
Now that he was stuck like this, which he had accepted rather quickly, he was going to use it to his advantage. It seemed that The-Boy-Who-Lived now had an edge against his enemies...namely Voldemort.
"Harry? What are you going to do?" Hermione looked troubled with Harry's silence.
"I'm going to do what I do best..."
"And what's that?" Ron asked.
"Adapt."
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The next day after classes Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common room, trying to get an essay on the uses of Locknut Pods done. Harry kept pretending he was asking Ron questions -when he was really asking the Dractnox- and would then answer them as if he suddenly remembered. Ron thought this was a great game, not to mention a quicker way to 'research' things, and they were getting their essays finished just as fast as Hermione.
"And what can the Locknut Pod shells be used for?" Harry seemingly asked Ron.
"It was...They can be used for..." Ron just played along.
"Locknut Pod shellsss can be used as an immediate poissson neutralizer when correctly sssponged onto an open wound." The Dractnox was incredibly helpful.
"Oh yeah! You can use them to neutralize poison in open wounds!" Harry told Ron as if he had just remembered. Ron sniggered and continued writing on his paper.
"That's technically cheating, Harry," Hermione admonished for the third time.
"I'd like to see you prove it, Hermione!" Ron was having a blast with this new way of 'studying'. And he suspected that Hermione was jealous that they weren't asking her questions anymore.
Hermione knew he had a point, and she couldn't prove that they were cheating, but it still annoyed her to no end. "Ron, I really don't think you or Harry are going to be able to do this when it comes to taking our tests. You're going to end up failing. And Harry, everyone -will- think you're crazy if you talk to yourself during classes."
Harry saw her point, and decided to find out some way to ask the Dractnox questions without speaking aloud. It wasn't what Hermione would've wanted, or what she meant, but she had a major point: to utilize this new skill, he would need to keep it secret, and that meant no speaking aloud. But he'd take care of that aspect later.
"Hermione, I think you're jealous of the Dractnox," Ron stated matter-of-factly.
"WHAT?!"
"Yup. It knows more than you'll ever know, and we're not asking you questions anymore, so I think you're jealous."
"Ron, the day I'm jealous of something I can't even see is the day I change my name to Malfoy and dye my hair blonde."
"So there's gonna be another Malfoy walking around the school, is there?" Ron laughed at what he thought was his own cleverness, and Hermione glared at him. She picked up her books and other work and with an indignant "hmph!" she went up to the girls' dormitories.
"I think you crossed a line, Ron."
"She knows I was only joking...I mean, it's only an essay. And besides, I'm sure she loves us not bothering her with our work."
"I guess. But she has a point, Ron."
"Yeah, yeah. We'll study up when the time comes. But we're just having some fun, right? It's neat getting any information we want."
Harry merely nodded and put his essay and quill away. He suddenly had the urge to go and see Dumbledore.
"Where ya goin', Harry?"
"I have to see Dumbledore," he said. And went for the portrait hole as a Weasley popped through from the other side.
"Alright, Harry?" Fred asked as Harry made his way through.
"But what about the Locknut Pods?" Ron called after him. //Looks like he'll be apologizing to Hermione pretty soon if he wants help// Harry mused.
"Hello ickle-Ronniekins!"
The last thing Harry heard as he left the common room was Ron calling Harry for help against his elder brother.
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Harry passed countless doors, hallways, and students as he made his way to Dumbledore's office.
//What am I doing?// he thought.
"You arrre going to offer information."
"Am I?" Harry asked aloud. He wasn't sure why the sudden need to see Dumbledore was so great, but he knew that it would sort somethings out.
"Talking to yourself again, Scarhead?" Malfoy's voice reached Harry from somewhere behind him. He turned and saw Malfoy leaning against a wall, strangely without his cronies.
"Where're your bodyguards today, Malfoy? Picking out a new teddy bear for you?" Harry saw something in Malfoy's face momentarily change before he could successfully hide it. He knew that he had hit a bull's eye with his remark.
Malfoy ignored Harry's remark, even though it had inwardly peeved him. "You're so pathetic. Talking to yourself in the corridors, Potter. The whole school thinks you're going a bit crazy. That's not a good sign, Potter."
"And you wouldn't know anything about that, now would you...~Sweetpea~?" Malfoy suddenly blanched under his already pale skin, and Harry was suddenly very grateful for the question-and-answer session with the Dractnox.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Potter." But it was obvious Malfoy did.
"Just think about it, Malfoy." Harry turned to take his leave to Dumbledore's office. "Oh, and I suppose I should thank you for a few things, Sweetpea, but that'll come later. In full. I guarantee you."
Harry went on his way, leaving a most shocked and appalled Malfoy in his midst. //That felt good.//
He reached Dumbldore's office in no time, and asked the Dractnox for the password (which now happened to be crumb-cake). As the stone gargoyle moved out of place, Harry went up the steps and knocked on the Headmaster's office.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir?" The door opened and Harry stepped inside. "Sir?" He saw Dumbledore speaking to someone hidden by the tall man's robes.
"-and it's just for safety precautions. You understand, Severus." Dumbledore turned around to let Severus Snape pass him, and smiled as he caught sight of Harry. "Ah, Harry. Professor Snape was just leaving. Can I get you some tea?" Snape shot Harry a dirty look before he exited the Headmaster's office.
"No thank you." Harry entered the room further, ignoring Snape, and then sat down in one of the comfy chairs.
"What can I do for you, Harry?"
"Sir, I've found out some things about...the Dractnoxes."
"As I suspected you would, Harry." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mischieviously and he summoned a tray of tea.
"Sir, I know why I'm like I am now. As well as who made me this way."
Dumbledore simply nodded and handed Harry a cup of tea, which he took absentmindedly. Harry couldn't decide exactly what he wanted to tell Dumbledore, and he was pretty sure he'd enjoy getting Malfoy into trouble, but it wasn't what he -wanted-. Harry wanted to use his new ability to the best of his being, and he wasn't sure if ratting on Malfoy was the way to do it.
"It's difficult for me to explain everything that's happened in these short few days, and I thought maybe you could help me sort some things out." Harry was getting himself confused, and thought that maybe he shouldn't have come to see Dumbledore in the first place.
"Well, Harry, I'm all ears," Albus said soothingly, and Harry doubted the old man was speaking figuratively.
"Sir, I can ask them things. Like anything. It's how I found out that I was fed Midst potion...and who gave it to me..." Harry expected Dumbledore to ask him who gave it to him, but the old man remained silent and sipped his tea. Harry continued. "Professor Dumbledore, I guess the reason I came up here...well, actually I don't know why I came up here. I just got this sudden urge to see you, and...I guess what I'm saying is...since I have endless information at my whim," he felt a little arrogant for saying so, "I'd like to personally help find out where Voldemort's hiding place is."
The finality of what Harry just said hit him like a ton of bricks. That was what he'd wanted all along, wasn't it? In all the excitement that had taken place over a few days, Harry must've thought it and put it in the back of his mind. Only now did it surface to him the power that he held...and this time he'd use it to his full extent.
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How was that? I know it's been over a week, but it's rather hard for me to post!! ARGH! Yeah, so what did you like? What did you hate? What should happen? Any inklings you've got are well welcomed! Threaten me for more. It usually helps! *gives you the 'go' sign*
PhoenixPadfoot89: I am the Cliffhanger Queen!! Muhuhahaha!! lol I'll try to update as soon as possible. I've been busy:)
o Hell o Kitty o: Thank you very much! The teddy's name is Pinky.
mrs-osbourne's-class: Thanx so much! It feels great to make you smile! *gives you a cookie* I hope I'm funny:)