A/N: Here's chapter two. Read and Review.
Disclaimer: *closes her eyes* I wish I owned Harry Potter. I wish I owned Harry Potter. *opens her eyes* Aw fizgig! I still don't own it.
Chapter Two: The New Harry
Harry's face fell into his hands. It was a long night, but telling the Headmaster his decision might make this night even better. He decided to wait until some of the teachers, and Ron of course, were gone. He felt very sorry for the attack on Mr. Weasley, he made that very obvious because it was the truth. A few hours later, all of the teachers (and Ron) left Dumbledore's office. Harry started to stand up, but Dumbledore gestured for him to sit down.
"I suppose you want to tell me your decision," Albus said, looking into Harry's eyes for the first time since their meeting a few months ago. Harry nodded, not breaking eye contact with him. Albus motioned for him to go on.
"I'm sure you've heard about Hermione's vision about the six unknown students and the Dark Mark over them. I know that in that vision I was the one who put the mark in the sky. I realized then that, in that vision, I said yes to doing the mission. So, I see no point in changing the future. I've decided to accept this mission," he finished, setting the note down on the table. "I also want to forget about this note. I've read it over the past few months since our meeting and I've been thinking of nothing since. I want to forget it." Albus put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Don't worry, you'll forget about these two meetings. All you'll remember is what you felt when I looked into your eyes tonight. You will be given new memories. Memories that will explain that feeling."
"When are you going to do it, sir?"
"Whenever you are ready, Harry."
"I'm ready right now, sir," he said immediately. Albus nodded as he conjured up a bed.
"I want you to lay down on this bed." Harry stood up and laid down on the bed. Albus sat down close to his head. "Now, relax, Harry. Forget your surroundings." He put his hands on each side of Harry's head.
Harry started to feel woozy, like Dumbledore was sucking life from him instead of memories that were unnecessary for his mission to help the Order. His eyelids were heavy...very heavy. He saw every single memory that he didn't need flash before his eyes: the ones of the talks he had with Dumbledore about this mission and that he liked Dumbledore (as a friend, of course). While watching the memories fly by, he felt...different. Before he could tell how different, his emerald eyes closed for the last time as Harry Potter the hero died and stepped aside to make room for the originally dormant Harry Potter, the unknown side that no one believed could exist until that night...
Albus saw Harry start to shift and his brows furrowed. Before he could tell him to lay still, Harry stopped shifting and his eyebrows relaxed as he did. Suddenly, Severus Snape entered the office.
"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" he asked.
Without removing his hands and eyes from the relaxed teen, Albus said, "Yes, Severus. I did. Harry saw Arthur being attacked by something. Teach him Occlumency, Severus. He needs to be able to protect his mind from Voldemort."
"I'm sorry, Headmaster, but why? He hardly pays attention in class. All he's been focusing on is a piece of parchment with something written on it."
Harry turned over to his right side, holding onto the pillow with his hands. Albus removed his hands from Harry's head slowly. Severus looked at the Headmaster, startled.
"I changed his personality and removed the memories that weren't important to this mission I gave him. When he wakes up, who knows what he'll be like."
The Potions Master's startled look changed to one of shock. "You gave him the mission to become the Dark Lord's right hand man? You do realize what he'll have to do in order to get up that high?"
Albus nodded. "You told me exactly what to expect from it. If he gets that high, he'll be able to choose the six students who will become Voldemort's Ghosts. Now, Severus. You must teach him Occlumency because he still has some memories of Sirius and there is that possibility he will tell one of the Death Eaters, possibly Bellatrix, to kill him."
"He will have him killed anyway because he wants his servants to be focused on helping him, not on family members. I hope you realize this, Headmaster."
"Yes, I do, Severus. Now, please leave because he'll be waking soon, but come in here later." Severus nodded his head and exited the office.
Light flooded through the window as Harry Potter woke up from what seemed to be a long sleep. He stretched, wondering what in the name of Merlin he was doing in the Headmaster's office as his eyes adjusted to the light. Now he remembered.
"So, you're awake," a man's voice said.
Harry jumped about six inches. He then turned around and saw Dumbledore. Suddenly, he felt this sudden urge to kill him for all that he did to him...what did the Headmaster do? That was the question of the year. Harry almost glared at him. Instead, he gave him an innocent smile and responded, "Yeah, I'm awake, sir. Did I faint?" Dumbledore nodded.
"It happened after you told me that you saw Mr. Weasley being attacked by Voldemort's snake, remember?"
Oh, he remembered all right. "I must have been really tired after running from the Gryffindor common room to here." His eyes moved to his watch. Merlin! He missed five classes and now he had DADA, which was almost over. Umbridge is going to kill me!
Not if we kill her first, a voice inside his head suggested. The idea sounded amazing. Especially since she deserved it...WAIT A SECOND! Kill a teacher! What am I thinking?
His inner battle must have been showing because then Dumbledore said, "I'll tell your teachers that you were here sleeping." Suddenly, the door opened and Harry's Potions Master entered the office.
"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" he asked.
Dumbledore nodded. "It's time, Severus."
Snape nodded and grabbed Harry's arm. "Come with me," he said. Harry was confused. Where was he going? What could Snape teach him that no other teacher in the school knew how to do? A few minutes later, they were in the Potions classroom. Snape faced him.
"Every night after school, I want you to come here because I will be teaching you a mind blocking technique that is known as Occlumency. The Dark Lord knows how to use Leglimency, which is the technique used to force out memories that will then be revealed to the caster."
Harry nodded, completely disinterested in this.
"Occlumency is very important for blocking memories, but it won't work against people like Granger. Understand this, Potter?"
"Yes."
"Yes, sir."
"I didn't know that I could be called sir," Harry said coolly as Snape's face flushed red with anger. Snape pointed toward the door and Harry exited through it.
A few hours and one angry toad woman later, Harry entered the Great Hall for lunch. Nobody paid any attention to him, but he didn't care at all. He sat calmly next to Ron, who was staring at him with great interest. Hermione was reading the Prophet like she always did, smirking about how everything she said would happen did happen. Harry turned to face Ron.
"Why are you staring at me?" he asked, wanting to smash his face in.
"I'm just wondering why you weren't in the common room after we went to see Dumbledore," Ron answered.
Harry hissed silently when Ron said Dumbledore's name. He noticed Hermione's ears twitch his way. Ron, on the other hand, dismissed Harry's silent hiss and kept looking at him.
"I fainted after you left. It was a long run to Dumbledore's office," Harry answered in a tone that meant the topic was closed. Why do I hate Dumbledore so much? What did he do to me? Harry wondered. He hissed again, silently, when he thought Dumbledore's name. Once again, he saw Hermione's ears twitch towards him. Does she have super-sonic hearing or something? He stretched and yawned. Good thing he only had a few more classes (and dinner) until it was time for bed. Harry stood up as Ron stuffed his face with food.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked after he swallowed his food.
"To get my books from the common room, Ron," Harry responded. He almost called Ron by his last name, but he caught himself just in time. What is wrong with me today?
Hermione stood up as well, placing the paper on the table. "I'll come with you. I need to get my other journal and the books I need for the classes we have later," she told him.
Harry nodded and they went up to the Gryffindor common room together. Harry felt a pair of eyes on him, watching his every move, but he ignored the feeling.