Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Corben Brooks is my character that I made up though.
Harry stayed in the room thinking for a couple of minutes before Fawkes last words entered his mind. Your friends will be coming shortly. He heaved himself off of the bed with a sigh and made his way to the door. Walking down the hall, he glanced out a window. He had to be on the fifth floor at least, maybe sixth. It was a rather nice view of the lake. A wind was blowing gentle ripples across the surface. With another sigh he turned back and started down a pair of stairs. A couple of halls later Harry ran into Hermione and Ron, when he turned a corner.
"Oh Harry. Where have you been? We have been so worried," Hermione latched onto Harry.
"Yeah, we've been looking for hours," Ron pried Hermione off of Harry before she suffocated him.
"Thinking," he said simply starting off down the hallway.
"About what mate?" Ron followed Harry with Hermione on their heels.
Harry glanced at his two friends as they caught up, "Things."
"Oh Harry!" Hermione suddenly become more worried stopping Harry in his tracks, "You still aren't thinking about Cedric, are you? It is not your fault."
Harry stared startled at Hermione, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times. What was running thought his mind.
"Oh you are!" Hermione flung her arms around Harry again holding on tightly. "You can't let his death eat you up. You can talk to us."
"Yeah, we are hare for you mate," Ron clapped him on the shoulder.
Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione burying his head in her hair. I can not believe I almost forgot about that. I guess it makes since in light of what I just learned. If that's what they think I'll let them for now. I can not trust Ron and I think I can trust Hermione, but she likes Ron. I'm not sure who I can trust and who knows how much. Harry felt the tears sliding down his face and buried his face deeper into Hermione's hair.
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Harry had been watching Draco for several weeks now since Fawkes told him to go to Draco Malfoy. He had gone back to the room a number of times to get away from Ron and Hermione, mostly Ron. Hermione was still very worried and Dumbledore had called him in twice to make sure he was 'doing fine'. He was currently waiting in Fawkes' room now. Harry was taking Fawkes' advice. He had sent an anonymous invite to Draco Malfoy. Harry had spelled the letter so that only Draco could read its true contents. He had asked him to come alone after the rounds down by the perfects. I hope I'm doing the right thing. Harry was jerked from his thoughts as the door handle was jiggled. The door opened a cracked and Malfoy slipped in. He paused once he closed the door his eyes catching sight of the forlornly boy sitting in the window sit. The spells jumped into place as soon as Draco shut the door. He narrowed his sliver eyes and stepped further into the room.
"I did not want an uninvited guest to hear what I have to say," Harry explained as he stood up from his place in the window sit and moved toward a couple of cushioned chairs.
"What does the great Harry Potter have to tell the all important Draco Malfoy that no one can over hear?" Draco asked skeptically.
"It has to do with Dumbledore and Voldemort," Harry looked Draco in the eye, "and I am trusting you not to tell."
Draco made his way over to the chairs Harry was sitting in, curiosity shinning in his eyes. Once he sat he nodded to Harry to begin.
"Around the start of term I was called into Professor Dumbledore's office, only it was not him who called me in. Fawkes had…" Harry started only to be interrupted by Draco.
"Dumbledore's phoenix?" Draco inquired doubtfully.
"Yes, he showed me what is really going on," with that Harry launched into the tell of everything he had seem and heard that night. "I've been watching you for several weeks now since Fawkes told me to go to you."
"Why Potter I did not know you had taken a fancy to me," Draco smirked mischievously.
"I am trying to be serious here Draco," Harry scowled.
"Bloody hell Potter, you need to lighten up," Malfoy proclaimed, "You have to tell him."
Harry caught on to the switch in conversation quickly, "The only problem with that is Voldemort will kill me on sight."
"Not if I can help it. I'll take care of a meeting. Telling him about Severus and Dumbledore will help. I can probably get help from my father too," Draco had stood up during his talk to walk to the window and occupy the spot Harry had been when he first arrived.
"Your father?"
"Yes, he and Severus were good friends while attending Hogwarts. Sometimes I think they were more by how he talks…anyways, from the time I was little my father has told me that there was something wrong with my godfather. That he was not who he seemed to be."
"Godfather?"
"Yes. I know my father will help to get Severus back," both boys became quiet as they were caught up in their thoughts. "Why does that name Corben Brooks sound so familiar?"
"He did go to school here," Draco turned around to look at Harry who shrugged, "Your parents might have known him."
"Maybe, but nothing comes to mind," moving back into his chair next to Harry, Draco sighed, "I must ask Potter…"
"Harry please. It is my name. I have been calling you Draco after all."
Draco shrugged it off, "What about your friends?"
"Ron was never my friend," Harry said venomously, "I recognize that and Hermione I am not sure about. I'm not to sure about her anymore. She is getting too attached to Ron," Harry slumped down in his chair staring off into space.
"What are you going to do about them?" Harry looked questionately at him, not quite understanding the question. "Let's say the Dark Lord believes you. What then? You're suddenly going to be on the opposite side of your friends," Draco elaborated towering over Harry.
"Better than being used by them like now. Ron was never my friend. I've come to terms with that. I just need to figure out what I am going to do about Hermione. Hopefully it is not too late. As for what they think. They still think I'm beating myself up over Cedric. Dumbledore seemed happy about it the last time I visited," Harry mused.
"Sounds like you need to worry about Dumbledore and your supposed friends," Draco started moving toward the door, "Let me worry about the Dark Lord. I'll contact you when everything is ready. Goodnight…Harry," with that he slipped out the door closing it softly behind him leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. This is twice now I've been left by myself to think things over in this room.
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"How are things going Master?" Corben asked Dumbledore, they were once more sitting at the Headmaster's desk in his office.
"They are going better than planned. Harry is still upset over Cedric death. If he keeps going we'll be able to pin him as a dark wizard once he kills Voldemort. Try to get some rises out of him in class to help the image. We won't need this particular tool once he has killed Voldemort for me," Dumbledore smiled gleefully while Corben nodded, "I've instructed Ron to keep track of his darker moments and to work on Miss Granger. Things are going well. It's our time and nothing can stop us now," Dumbledore crackled.
"Yes, we've almost won this chess game," Corben agreed smirking.
Notes: Hey would you look at that. I updated another chapter. I really should be doing my English homework and that's probably why I updated this fic. This chapter isn't as long as the last one but I still like what I got up. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. It will make me feel better.