A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. My laptop kept crashing. Needless to say, I had issues with it. Also, this chapter is not as entertaining as the previous. It's more of a setup for the next one. I think the chapters will ultimately get longer as time goes on. So it may be a few days before the next one is up. I will definitely have it up before Friday.
Disclaimer: I dont, unfortunately, own anything but but the characters I created. J. K. Rowling is the owner and I am not. /sniff/ I'm not gonna cry...
Several days had passed and Harry found that he very much liked being in Hogwarts with no students around. It made getting around the castle a lot easier. He had grown to love the library and had read so many books in record amount of time. It was the place he had spent most of his time in. In fact, he was in the library reading a book right now.
The professors paid no mind to him, though Remus had opted to stop by every now and then. Harry had tried to approach the topic of Sirius's death, yet the werewolf would make several excuses and either changed the topic or ran away.
Not that Harry blamed him for not wanting to talk about it. Rather, the boy understood that people dealt with grief differently. Besides, he had his voices and Remus was alone so he didn't try to push the man to talk. After learning that the topic of Sirius was taboo, Harry had tried to talk of other things, such as what they would be learning in class. Although the older man would talk excitedly about the new things he had planned, his voice would trail off after a while and he would get lost in his thoughts. Eventually, their talks had dwindled into pleasant, yet distant, conversations.
Harry sighed and closed the book he was reading. He knew the reason why Remus always tried to stop by to chat. The werewolf was not good at being subtle. In every conversation, Remus would ask if there was something Harry wasn't telling him. Harry had been quick to dodge the question without giving much away, though it had been hard sometimes. Subterfuge had never been Harry's forte. He had always been the do first and talk later type of person. Though, lately his voices had begun to engrain the philosophy "think first, act later" into him, with hopes that he could drop his impulsive habits.
He was getting very good at hiding his feelings and employing mannerisms to deflect unwanted conversations and questions. He had mixed feelings about the tactics he used sometimes. Although he realized they were necessary to use when dealing with certain people, he always felt that honesty was the way to go. However, honesty would land him in a heap of trouble with a particular old white haired goat.
Oh how Harry wished he could tell the man what he was thinking and give him a good talking to, but he recognized that it would do him no good and so had learned his new mannerisms.
Harry thought back on the last few days. He had done more than just read and no one was the wiser. His voices had helped him much more than he had thought possible. They had taught him a new spell, one of which he knew by memory and used so often. The spell was called Swift Eyes and it allowed him to read faster than ever before and still understand everything he was reading.
The spell had done wonders for him. He had finally caught up with all the readings he was supposed to read the previous years of school. So many things finally made sense to him. It was amazing. He still hadn't received his books for the coming year, or else he would have read them too. Rather, he had read and reread all the books in the library. All save the ones in the Restricted Section.
While some of the books had been informative, none of them held any of the information Harry was looking for.
The books he had bought were the first to be read thoroughly. He had been practicing with several charms he had learned, as well as making modifications wherever he needed. He had also learned about several types of familiars, though that had served very little purpose since none of it had to do with Hedwig. It seemed that his owl was peculiar and his book of familiars knew nothing about what she was.
He had found several forms of bindings but he wasn't sure if they were the right ones. Harry was going to be sure before he did anything. He would not risk hurting Hedwig in his zeal to remove the binding Dumbles had done. And so Harry researched like crazy.
He had spent all of today looking for a way to narrow down which binding was placed on Hedwig, but he couldn't find it. Harry grabbed the book he had been reading and, with a sigh, stood up to return it to its place on the shelf.
'Harry you are being silly,' whispered Kyi.
Harry would have laughed at the softness of the voice, a joke about being in a library and all on the tip of his tongue, but he knew why they whispered. He knew no one else could hear them, but it hadn't prevented others from noticing that something was off about him.
A day ago, he had been reading in the library, completely absorbed in his own little world. Kai had commented loudly about humans twisting facts around. Harry, startled to hear his voice suddenly say something, had jumped and then fell off his seat. Harry had not been amused as his voices laughed. He had been about to say something, when he caught Ms. Pince, the librarian, looking at him oddly. He had cursed softly to himself and had sat down. His voices had, since then, kept their voices down to a whisper for the sake of not drawing any more attention to Harry.
'Just how, pray tell, am I being silly,' Harry asked, returning to his table with another book.
'You have other means to access all the books you want to read, and you aren't using it,' Kai answered.
'Other means,' Harry whispered to himself. He could use his cloak to get into the Restricted Section, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to. He wasn't keen on telling Dumbles what he had been looking for if he got caught. He could think of no other way to get access to all the books he wanted.
'I don't know what you two are referring to. You know that I don't want to use my cloak unless it's an emergency. I don't want Dumbles to learn of my attempts to free Hedwig,' Harry told them. He felt them hum.
'Who said anything about using your cloak, Harry" Kyi whispered, laughing mischievously. This only served to confuse Harry further.
When it seemed that Harry was not going to get it, Kai spoke up, 'There is a room that gives you whatever you need.'
'And what is it that you need,' drawled Kyi.
Harry gasped. 'Of course,' he thought. The Room of Requirement. It turned into anything he needed it to be, and if needed, it would show him the library of Hogwarts. All the books in the library would be shown, including those of the Restricted Section.
Harry picked up the book and placed it back onto the shelf. He grabbed his bag and rushed out of the library, and headed toward the seventh floor. He reached the hidden entrance to the secret room and paced three times, thinking of the Hogwarts Library. As an afterthought, he also thought about how he needed to be the only one allowed to enter.
He was relieved when a door appeared along the wall. He took a deep breath and reached for the door. He was about to pull it open when he heard footsteps approaching. Upon turning to look who it was, he saw that it was Remus.
Harry hesitated. As he debated with himself on whether to leave the door closed or to enter the room, Remus drew nearer. That's when Harry noticed the expression the other man was wearing. He'd never seen that expression before and he didn't like it. Before Remus could utter a word, Harry opened the door and walked in.
He let the door close behind him and surveyed the room. It was huge. It was much bigger than the library that, for a moment, Harry thought he may have made a mistake. His eyes skimmed across the titles of some of the books and realized it was, in fact, the Hogwart's Library.
'This was the way the library was originally created,' Kai said sadly.
Harry noticed there were so many books that he hadn't read and he was in awe of how magnificent this library was. He ran a hand along the spine of one of the books and asked, "What did they do?"
'Interesting that you phrase it that way,' whispered Kyi.
Harry knew that something happened to the books, that much was obvious. He also knew that someone or some people had to be responsible for what happened to the library. How else could someone explain it? It's not like the books walked off and disappeared on their own.
'You would be surprised by how many books actually move on their own,' joked Kai.
"Even if that is true, I sincerely doubt all these books vanished simply because they could," Harry said, a little angry.
'No, you are right. People did change the library and not for the best,' responded Kai, much more serious than before.
With a sigh, Kyi began to explain. 'This library was a gift bestowed to your kind. It was believed that with knowledge, humans could learn from their mistakes and create rather than destroy. It was open to all, and not just to the inhabitants of Hogwarts. But the gift was abused. Many people read and learned things to satisfy their own greedy needs. Several of the books began to disappear as people discovered ways to take them without being caught. Other books were used for malice and violence. While not originally used for those purposes, a few tweaks later and there were suddenly very dangerous spells being used. Instead of doing something proactive about it, nothing was done to protect the books from being stolen and misused. Most humans take things for granted. Eventually things got so bad that the Ministry decided that the knowledge of the library was too dangerous and most of the books were burned and destroyed. Bans were placed on certain spells and the dark was labeled as evil. You must understand, Harry, that it wasn't true. Because there were creatures that lived a long time, many of the Ministry officials were scared that the knowledge these creatures had learned from the library would be known to the world.'
"And so the Ministry branded them dark and whatever was dark was considered evil," Harry finished. He looked around the library again. He could understand how there would be people who would abuse this gift of knowledge and harm others with it. He could understand how that would drive others to believe it was bad and fear it. He could understand it all but he could not condone what they did in the end. These books were offered as a gift and humans were ungracious enough to destroy it.
Harry could think of other ways that could have been avoided if they had simply done something about it sooner. He supposed the Ministry was always looking after their own reputation rather than what was better for the people. He ran a hand across the books again. "How could they do that to them," he whispered sadly. To the creatures and the books.
'Humans fear what they can't understand. Witches and wizards and not exempt for that simply because they know more. There is still much they don't understand and because they have power that muggles do not, it is not hard to see how they would use it,' Kai said.
"But it does not give them the right to do it," Harry said angrily. Having Hermione in his ear about the rights of many creatures constantly, he had managed to learn a lot. In truth, Harry hadn't been paying attention to her cause due to other things happening. That did not mean he thought her cause silly or stupid. He knew about the bans and stupid rules the Ministry had placed on many races and creatures. It had appalled him to know how they viewed Remus, simply for being a werewolf.
'No it doesn't. But don't get angry Harry. All is not what it seems. We have done so much to ensure the safety of many of the races that your kind doesn't know of. We would have done something about the ones you do know of such as the house elves, and certain classes of vampires and werewolves, but if we came to the conclusion that we had to wait,' Kyi said.
"Why did you do nothing," Harry asked. It had not escaped his mind that they mentioned "classes" of vampires and werewolves, as if there were other types.
'It isn't that we did nothing. We are doing things, but secretly. We could mount a rebellion and force the people to change those regulations, and it would not be hard at all. We are much stronger than they think us to be. But don't you see that if we did that, nothing would change. Your kind would still fear us and they would use the rebellion to say that we are too powerful and should be stopped and controlled. Our kinds would still be at war and nothing would be achieved. We are older and as such we understand that your kind needs to learn. We have tried to lead you to the solution but your kind is stubborn. We are hoping one day relations between our kinds could improve and reach some semblance of peace,' Kai answered.
Harry thought about that. It was true that a rebellion would only serve as proof that they were stronger and the Ministry would use that to twist the situation. Balance and peace would never be reached then. Humans had to discover that such a balance is possible and necessary. He could accept that Kyi and Kai had to wait for it to happen, but he had never been so ashamed to be human until he realized what it cost them to do so. They had probably lost many of their own to the ignorance and stupidity of the Ministry.
'That being said, know this Harry. We can wait and suffer humiliation if it means our kinds can reach peace, but we are not without the capability to hate and the urges for retaliation. Should the Ministry or any of your kind attack our own on the sole basis of what they are rather than what they have done, it is a declaration of war. One that we will answer and have answered before,' said Kyi firmly.
Harry could almost feel currents of power as Kyi said that. He knew he was conversing with two very powerful individuals and he knew they were not human. He should be afraid but he knew they wouldn't hurt him without reason. Taking a moment to compose his thoughts, he finally asked, "What do you mean attack for the sole reason of what they are?"
'Take for example, Remus. He may be a wizard but he is also a werewolf. He is a newer type of werewolf that is known to your kind, but there are other older types. We will explain more of that later. For now all you have to know is that he is a werewolf regardless. If the Ministry attacks him and others like him for being werewolves, even though they are innocent, others of his kind will not stand still. The other, and much stronger, types will see it as a declaration of war on their kind. You never want to piss off a werewolf, Harry. It is not pleasant. And the worst offense you can possibly make is to attack one of their own like that," Kyi said glumly.
Harry gulped, remembering his own encounter with Remus in his werewolf form. And if there were others far stronger of his kind, Harry could only pray he never offended them. He knew he would be afraid of such creatures, but he would never attack Remus or others for simply being what they are. Especially, if they were innocent. If his kind ever did that, they deserved the devastation a war would create.
'Enough of that topic, right now you must read,' Kai chimed in.
Agreeing, Harry pushed all other thoughts aside for the time being. He looked around the library, trying to think of how to start. He could just go through the each shelf, reading the books he hadn't already read, until he made his way through the library. Harry frowned.
He would love to read all the books, but he didn't have time to waste on that. He needed to find something that would help Hedwig. Suddenly, something moved in front of him and he noticed what looked like a podium.
He advanced toward it and looked closely at it. On it was a parchment, quill, and ink. Harry didn't know what it was for. "Do you know what this is for?"
His voices replied, 'Nuh uh. Dunno.'
The podium had appeared when Harry had thought about needed something to help Hedwig. What he needed were the right books, so maybe this was a way to find the right book.
He picked up the quill and dipped it in ink. Slowly, he began to write bindings on the parchment. The ink on the parchment disappeared, and in its place a long list of books appeared. A very long list. Harry quickly wrote the word familiars. Titles started disappearing and only 43 books remained.
"Okay. Let's start with that," Harry said. The list disappeared and books started flying. He would have been fascinated, if it weren't for the fact that they were flying towards him. Harry held out his arms and five books landed on them. He set them down on the table, and waited for the next set of five.
When all 43 books were on the table, Harry smiled. He loved that podium so much. It was so helpful. Harry took a seat and pulled the first book towards him.
'So there are podiums that act like librarians and computers. Wow,' Kai mused.
'You learn something new every day,' Kyi said.
Harry rolled his eyes and smiled. Opening the book, he quickly cast the Swift Eyes spell.
"Yeah, but I thought you couldn't teach an old dog new tricks," Harry joked. He started laughing when he heard them start barking at him. And with that, Harry got down to work.
Harry closed the last book of the pile and sat back in his chair. He had taken notes of all the forty-three books and he was pleased with the progress he had made. He now had a detailed idea of how each of the bindings were performed and cast. With this knowledge, he could have Hedwig pinpoint which one Dumbles used. He loved that podium.
Stretching his arms, Harry was startled when he heard a crunching sound. He looked around but saw nothing. He starting stretching again and the crunching resumed. Frowning, Harry looked around in confusion.
'I got hungry,' Kyi said quietly. More crunching sounds were made.
"I can hear you eating…how," Harry asked.
'I'm touching minds with you. I didn't break that connection when I starting eating, which is why you heard me,' Kyi explained, as if that said it all.
"Touching minds? What's that?"
'It's how we talk to you. A connection is made and through it we can talk in your mind. Normally, most people need to form some sort of physical connection as well but we can do without it. We can do more than talk to you, but we choose to respect your privacy and since we don't have your permission, anything else is highly unethical,' Kyi said.
"And you are all about being ethical?" Harry questioned.
'Only with a few. We value your choices and unless otherwise told, we stick to simply talking,' his voice responded.
Harry grew curious as to why they treated him like they did, as if he were very important to them. From the moment they started talking to him, Harry could not remember a time where they did anything to him, ask anything of him, or demand anything. They had helped him repeatedly and he wanted to know why.
'You are important to us. We've grown to know you and care for you. We've also gotten fiercely protective of you,' Kyi whispered. 'Is that answer not enough?'
Harry shifted in his seat. He laid his arms on the table and rested his head on them. He thought he could accept that answer for now. After a few moments, he asked, "What else can you do through the connection?"
'Oh loads,' Kyi said excitedly. 'We can send you our emotions, which are useful when you need to calm down. We can also allow you to use our power, though we would have to be careful that you don't pass out from the strain. We can see memories, thoughts, and whatever else you know. We prefer to leave that alone. There is also the matter of seeing what you are seeing. It's fun. Like a movie. Only we are in the main character's head and we can't bite the villains.'
Harry laughed. It certainly sounded like fun. He had always wondered why they always knew what was going on around him.
"So why is it that I can't see what you are seeing and do all that you can do?"
'Well we were the ones to create the connection so we are, for a lack of a better word, dominants. We can choose what to do through the connection. If you were to touch minds with someone, you could do the same as us. I feel I must point out that we can't make you do anything you don't want to do, even if we wanted.'
"That's comforting," Harry said. He didn't like the idea of someone making him do things he didn't want to do and even though he was sure they would do nothing to hurt him, he felt reassured that they couldn't even if they wanted to.
Harry heard the crunching sounds begin again. He noticed that when he wanted to focus on them, the sounds would get louder. When he wanted to ignore them, they quieted down to almost a whisper and didn't bother him at all.
"Where is Kai? And what are you eating?"
'Sleeping and cheetos,' Kyi said.
Harry laughed. His voices ate cheetos and slept. They sounded so normal sometimes, he could almost forget that they were not human and that they were much older than they sounded.
"Couldn't you wake him," Harry asked.
'I'd rather not. He gets quite cranky if woken for no reason. How did you know he was a he?'
"He sounds like a he," Harry answered. "But you I'm not sure about. You sound like a girl sometimes but then there are times you sound like a boy."
As Kyi laughed, Harry was reminded just how much he loved hearing his voices laugh. He had grown so used to having them around that it was becoming habit to hear them laugh.
'I won't ruin the surprise then,' Kyi said.
Harry laughed. Putting his notes in his bag, Harry got up from his chair and moved towards the podium. Unsure of what to say, he settled on, "I'm done with the books." The books on the table started flying once more and were heading towards their place on the shelves.
Moving towards the door, Harry took a last look at the library. He now had a new favorite place in the castle. When he reached the door, he stared at the knob for a long time.
Remus had seen him go inside and by now he had probably told Dumbles about it. He was going to be in trouble, but Harry didn't care. What mattered was that he needed to keep the notes in his bad from being seen. Taking a deep breath, Harry tried not to think of the last expression he had seen on Remus's face. It had scared him.
He reached for the knob and turned it. He heard them before he saw them. Walking through the door, Harry noticed it wasn't just Dumbles and Remus there. Snape and McGonagall were there. He whistled. He didn't know he would have to face this many people.
Calling on all his new skills, Harry was going to play it cool and/or dumb, whichever worked.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, feigning concern.
As the group got closer to Harry, he looked at their faces. Snape looked bored, but he was never sure that man. McGonagall looked concerned for him. Remus wore a solemn and serious expression, which Harry couldn't understand what it meant. Frowning, he turned to Dumbles.
Dumbledore took in his frown and took on a similar look of concern for Harry.
'He must think I am either afraid I have done something bad or that I don't know what is going on,' Harry thought. He felt the hum from Kyi. Harry was going to let Dumbles think that way. It would suit his needs just perfectly.
Harry continued to look at their faces with what looked to them like worry. In reality, he was getting impatient since none of them were saying anything. Deciding he was going to have to be the one to break the silence, he said, "Why is everyone waiting for me? Did something happen? Is something wrong?"
The adults looked at each other before turning to stare at Harry again. It seemed they didn't have a clue as to what was going on. Snape looked like he really wanted to be somewhere else. Harry sympathized. He really wanted to be elsewhere too.
"Harry, are you alright," McGonagall asked him.
"Well yes. Why wouldn't I be," Harry told her, acting surprised.
McGonagall looked over to Remus, and Harry followed suit. The older man looked very tired, but there were flecks of anger in his eyes. Harry didn't want to know what the man was thinking if that anger was directed at him. He felt a wave of warmth that calmed him.
"Harry," Remus drawled out his name, almost like it was painful to say. "You saw me earlier and you chose to walk into that room anyway. The door disappeared instantly and I had no way of getting to you. We all tried to do something, but nothing worked."
Harry looked down. There had been an intense emotion laced with Remus's words. Harry didn't know if it was concern or anger. Whichever it was, Harry didn't know how to answer it. Harry gulped before he looked up.
"I just needed some time to be alone. Without any eyes on me. I know you all mean well but I needed a place I could get away from everything," Harry said softly. It wasn't exactly what he had needed but, in a way, it wasn't entirely untrue.
Harry looked Remus in the eye. The werewolf looked right back as if searching for something. Unwilling to break the stare, Harry said, "I'm sorry if I worried you, but I wanted to be alone and no one was to disturb me. Was I wrong to assume I could want that?"
Remus finally closed his eyes and looked away. Dumbledore coughed, so Harry turned his attention towards him, careful not to look him in the eyes.
"It's understandable that you needed time to be alone, but you were there for hours so you could understand that we were concerned something was wrong. Could you tell us what you were doing for so long," Dumbles said.
"Headmaster, does it matter? I was still in the castle, I'm fine, and I didn't do anything bad," Harry said, unable to hide all his impatience.
Dumbledore seemed disturbed by his reaction. With what Harry had said, there was no longer any reason to push the boy to talk. His words were true. He had still been inside the castle and using the Room of Requirement was not against the rules. He was obviously okay.
Harry could almost see the thoughts inside Dumbles's head. He knew the old man no longer had any reason to demand that Harry tell them anything, but he wasn't surprised when the old goat fell back on the card he used most often, manipulating Harry.
"Harry, my boy, we are just really concerned with what happens to you. I know that we are always keeping an eye on you, but you know we don't want a repeat of past events. People have died, and we are just trying to be very cautious. Please be more understanding and cooperative," Dumbledore said softly, as if talking to a child.
Harry didn't appreciate that the old goat was trying to make him feel guilty. His words sounded like he knew all there was to know and Harry should just be a good little boy and listen.
Remus had looked away when the bit about people have died bit was said. Harry could only assume that he was thinking about Sirius. As much as he sympathized with the man, he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty. He hadn't known until then, but Harry had come to terms with Sirius's death and had understood it hadn't really been his fault.
Dumbledore's words, though soft, had been accusations and Harry was not in the mood. He knew he could hang his head, apologize, and lie about his activities. He could easily get through the situation without stirring up trouble and suspicions, but he was NOT in the mood.
Harry hung his head for a moment. Dumbledore, thinking his manipulation was going well, was about to speak again only to be interrupted by Harry lifting his head.
Harry's face was calm and firm. There was no trace of guilt in his eyes. Dumbledore was perplexed. Harry should have been feeling guilty, sad, and angry. The boy showed nothing but calm.
"Tell me what bothers you most, Headmaster. That you were concerned something happened to me or that you didn't know what I was doing? Had I been in the Griffindor tower for the same amount of time, I doubt you would have shown such concern. Makes me wonder if you have eyes there as well," Harry said calmly.
His transfiguration professor had the decency to look away, as she had been one of the many that spied on Harry. Harry didn't know how, but he knew Dumbles would have found a way. Remus's had turned sharply to look at him. Snape had finally begun to be interested in the conversation.
Dumbledore had not said anything. Harry thought maybe he didn't like being talked to that way. Well it was too bad. Harry would not be manipulated anymore. He had had enough.
So before he gave Dumbledore a chance to twist the situation, Harry said, "You have not answered, but no matter. As much as I appreciate your concern, I hope you realize that since I am fine there's nothing left for you to do."
Harry was cut off by McGonagall's gasp. Looking around he saw that his words had not been received well. Remus was scowling, Dumbledore was frowning, Snape was…something, and McGonagall was distressed. All of a sudden they broke off and started talking to each other. Harry heard something that sounded like, "how could he talk to you like that" and "we should just let him be."
Harry sighed. He wanted to end this. He was tired and hungry. It didn't help when he heard Kyi eating and going "nom nom nom." This was a serious situation and his voice was busy eating.
'You didn't ask for my opinion earlier. I say you just tell them to shove it and head to your room,' Kyi told him.
'I thought you were the calm and nice one,' Harry thought wryly. His voice laughed. Apparently, Harry had been wrong and Kyi had a mischievous side too.
Deciding to try out Kyi's idea, Harry practically yelled, "Stop."
The four adults stopped talking and turned to look at him. It didn't escape his notice that Dumbles was looking glum and it pleased him.
"I may have spoken out of line but I will not apologize for it. What I said was true. I have done nothing to warrant this," Harry said, gesturing towards them with his hand.
Continuing he said, "Now if you would excuse me, I would like to get to my room."
With that, Harry made a move to get past them. Remus was having none of it. He moved to stand in front of Harry. Just as he was about to reach out and grab him by the shoulder, Harry moved back and avoided the touch.
"I am tired, Remus. Very tired," Harry said softly. He looked the older man in the eyes. The werewolf let his hand fall to his side.
"Some other time, then," Remus said gruffly, stepping aside to allow Harry to pass.
Harry walked by him and continued down the hall in the direction of the tower. He hadn't gotten far when he heard them whispering, and he didn't care. All he wanted was to be in his room. He had more important things to do at the moment, and a few whispering professors were not going to stop him.
By the time Harry entered his dorm, he felt incredibly tired. He threw himself on the bed. Pulling out his wand from his pocket, he mumbled the Tempus spell. It was nearly ten in the evening. Harry groaned. He had been in the library for almost 7 hours.
He hadn't noticed it at all. He was so focused on helping Hedwig that he had lost all track of time. No wonder he was exhausted and starving. He debated going down to the kitchen, but decided against it. He didn't want to meet anyone on the way there.
Harry got up from his bed and called for Dobby, who appeared immediately.
"You called, Harry Potter sir," the little elf cried excitedly. He was wearing his Hogwarts uniform with an assortment of bells on it. He was also wearing two different colored socks with polka dots on them.
"Yes Dobby. I was hoping you could bring me some food. I don't feel up to going down to eat," Harry said, amused with the elf's outfit.
"Oh I will, I will. I'll give you all the best and yummy foods we made," the Dobby said, bells chiming with his movements. As soon as he said that, the elf disappeared.
Harry didn't have to wait long, before the elf reappeared with two trays of food. The elf placed them on the bed for Harry. Dobby moved back, waiting for Harry to inspect the food. Harry lifted the covers to see one of the trays was filled with treacle tarts and other pastries. The other tray had an entire chicken with sides. He didn't know if he was going to eat all of it but it certainly looked delicious.
Smiling, Harry turned to Dobby and said, "It looks awesome, Dobby. Thank you so much."
The little elf bobbed up and down happily. "Anything to help you, Harry Potter. You've only to ask and I will try," Dobby said emphatically.
Not doubting for a second that the elf was being truthful, Harry merely smiled at the elf. Dobby bowed slightly and disappeared.
'He's adorable. And he loves you,' Kyi told him.
"Yes he does," Harry said with a chuckle. He looked at the food Dobby had brought him, and settled down to eat.
He conversed with Kyi while he ate. At some point Kai, a sleepy one, joined the conversation and he was filled in on what he missed.
'I think you did okay, considering the situation,' Kai said.
"Yes, but I will have to be careful from now on. My actions will definitely have consequences," Harry said quietly. He felt his voices hum.
'But you will deal with them when they appear. For now, go on to bed,' Kyi reassured him.
Feeling sleep catching up to him, Harry quickly moved the trays to the desk. He made his way to the restroom and brushed his teeth. He pulled out his sleeping clothes to change in. Pulling off his shirt, Harry paused. A thought crossed his mind. His voices could see what he saw.
Suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed, Harry didn't know what to do. He was startled when his voices started to laugh at him.
'We're offended, Harry,' Kai exclaimed.
'How could you think us peeking perverts?' Kyi said within fits of giggles.
'We don't peek. We full on stare,' they both chorused, before bursting out laughing again.
A blush lit Harry's face and reached his ears. He knew they were teasing but it was still embarrassing that they had caught him thinking they were watching him undress.
"You know, you guys remind me of the Weasley twins, Fred and George. They are always making jokes and finishing each other's sentences..." Harry trailed off. He had gotten a strange idea. Could it be that his voices were…twins?
'I've never heard of this Fred and George. Have you Kai,' Kyi asked.
'Nope. Are they peeking perverts too, Harry,' Kai answered.
Harry rolled his eyes as his voices resumed his laughing. Either his voices were twins or siblings. They acted the same way the Weasley twins did.
"Are you two twins,"Harry asked unexpectedly.
His voices stopped laughing. At first none of them said anything, and it made Harry uncomfortable to have nothing but his own thoughts in his head. He was getting so used to them always being there.
'Oh no Kai, he's caught on,' Kyi said, laughing again.
'What gave us away,' Kai asked Harry.
"The way you two act is the same as the way the Weasley twins act. There is something about the way you two speak that makes one think you must be siblings. And since you two speak like you are around the same age, I assumed the possibility of you being twins was high," Harry sputtered, trying to explain how he reached that conclusion.
'Yes. We are twins,' Kai said.
"Does that mean Kyi is a bloke," Harry asked, curious.
'Not telling. Don't open your mouth Kai or I'll bite you,' Kyi warned.
'Sorry Harry, you'll have to find out for yourself,' Kai said.
Harry sighed. He closed his eyes and changed his clothes. The entire time, his voices were laughing and claiming they weren't peeking anyway. Harry didn't want to take the chance and even though he was blushing furiously, he didn't open his eyes.
Settling into bed, Harry said his goodnights to his voices. Soon he was drifting off to dream about a library that once existed, a gift that was wasted. A treasure he had discovered after being lost for so long.
A/N: I will take a moment to thank those that left a review. Thank you HPpureblood, wolfish-willow, Theta-McBride, Saxibelle17, JJanee S, animalluv4life, and Charmedfanforeva. After recieving a review about how my story is hard to read and blah blah blah, you guys were the reason I updated. To all those who love this fic, I want to tell you that I already know how the story will end, but I dont always know how it will get there. For some of those that are hoping for certain things to happen, all I can say is they might or might not. I just write what comes to me. Thanks again.