AN: Again. Sorry this is late. I am a lazy bum.

Chapter Fourteen: Harry Potter and Lucky Number Six

The two boys skated laps up and down the hallway next to the courtyard with its open walls that looked out on the emptiness that was the deserted fountain area and made this the perfect area to skate around in private. Draco stole a kiss on their twenty ninth lap, but Harry playfully swatted him away and kept skating, gaining a lead. By now, so far along in their skating journey, the boys were practically equal. Even the birds that zoomed in and out of their track area could not slow them down.

After fifteen minutes of sprints like ths, Harry pressed his hands to his kneecaps and rolled to a stop. Draco followed suit and rested his head on his secret boyfriend's shoulder as they listening to the birds chirping. It was times like these that made Harry think that Hogwarts was not actually in England but resided quietly in Eden, protected from the prying eyes of God by Dumbledore's wards.

A bee buzzed next to their juxtaposed ears, so Draco flicked it away and Harry rolled his eyes at the violence as they both asked each other what a bee was doing so far away from the flowers that they knew to reside in the Forbidden Forest.

They settled into a cool down pace, and Harry started to mimic the birds that surrounded them. "Tweet tweet. Twee-eeh! Twee-eeh! Chirp, chirp, chirp." Now it was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. They continued this relaxing gliding back and forth for a few minutes before Ron and Hermione entered the scene, practically holding hands.

Draco pushed away from Harry to eliminate any suspicion whatsoever, steeling himself for the conflict even though Harry had often reminded him that Ron and Hermione meant well. He said that they were just mad at him because he gave the Gryffindor Roller Derby team a run for their money, but even after the lions won the cup every year, the blond still caught Weasel giving him disdainful sneers across the Great Hall and dragging his finger across his neck as if threatening him.

"Hey, Harry. Draco." Ron barely inclined his head in a nodded greeting at the pureblood who responded with a calm, "Hey, guys. How're you?"

"Fine, thank you." Hermione smiled, pulling a stray pen from out of her hair and slipping it into her messenger bag that had been graffitied with the letters SPEW.

"What are you doing with this git, Harry?"

The Boy Who Lived rolled his eyes, and his shoulders shank down as he reprimanded his friend: "He's not a git, and we were just practicing. No harm in that. Draco's gonna practice anyway, so why shouldn't it be with me?"

"He's learning all your tricks, weaknesses! This is giving him an advantage!" Ron started marching away from Hermione towards Draco with his fists clenched in irrational anger.

"Well, then the same could be said for me, but Draco has no weaknesses, so that idea is a load of-"

"You have no weaknesses either," Draco offered up with his hands in his pockets, working at the seams to keep from hitting Ron. Instead of ripping into the ginger, he ripped at threads in his nylon shorts.

A bird flew by and Hermione caught it in her hands, offering it up to the boys, two of whom smiled at the yellow ball of fluff and one of whom merely crossed his arms and spread his legs wide like a cat sinking back to its haunches. The bookworm's thumb ran over the tiny skull covered in sunshine fuzz as she cooed with the chickadee. "Don't see many of these around here. Spring must be coming finally, seeing as that it is June already."

The boys chuckled at the meteorological joke even though the rainy weather of England was usually the subject of many rants of themselves and others.

"Spring started months ago, 'Mione. Don't you look at calendars?"

She sighed, done with correcting Ron's surliness and just glad that he was no longer gallivanting around with that dreaded Lavender girl, and let the birdie fly away above the castle, disappearing behind a turret and then circling around before beginning its descent.

"Harry! Harry!" Colin Creevey run up the hill to jump over the half-hall surrounding the courtyard and waved his hands, holding a camera as usual and panting. A flock of birds flew up in his wake, creating a rainbow free of water to make the perfectly dry day even better. "Dumbledore *WHEEZE* wants to *WHEEZE* see you in *WHEEZE* his office!"

Harry rolled over to the boy, supporting him by the elbows and muttered a thanks as he deposited him on the edge of the wall and sat down himself to unlace his skates. Ron mumbled something about Dumbledore's too frequent absences while Hermione tended to the asmathic fifth year and Draco took off his own skates.

"Let me come with you."

"Don't bother. I can find the office on my own."

"No, come on, it will be fine." Draco jerked his head in the direction of his Gryffindor enemy, and Harry finally relented. They bid farewell to the other Gryffindors. Once out of sight, Draco slung his arm around Harry's shoulder, but the shorter boy shrugged it off as they came across a gaggle of Hufflepuffs so lost in laughter that they did not notice the passing boys.

"Harry, there's something I need to tell you."

"Oh, okay." They kept walking. "Wanna eat dinner together? Meet at the astronomy tower after I talk to Dumble-"

Draco seized in pain and clutched at his forearm. "Agh," he moaned with a wince, doubling over at the stinging he felt. His eyes burned closed, and his face drained in concentrating on not black out.

"Draco! No! No!" Harry jumped back initially but then crept forward to help his friend who pushed him away in the direction of the Golden Phoenix door around the corner.

"Go! I've just been feeling sick!"

"Draco, what is going on? If that's the Dark Ma-"

"Imperio," he groaned as he set off in the opposite direction, his arm starting to burn less. The spell lasted just long enough to get Harry to the bottom of the stairs. Draco cast Stupefy and then broke into a run.

The marble stairs circled the unconscious Harry up to the Headmaster's office. The elder immediately rushed over to the crumpled student and mumbled a series of wandless spells to revive him, but when Harry came to, he had no recollection of what had happened in the past five minutes. Dumbledore sank back in his desk chair after offering the boy a drink of water and steepled his hands. "Are you alright?"

"Yes."

"Do you think that someone is trying to hurt you?"

"Of course! Voldemort's still out there!"

Harry rubbed his head and adjusted his glasses. Being knocked out didn't bother him. He had been through that before and would be through it again even once Voldemort was defeated because the Roller Derby world took concussions too lightly sometimes. Anyway (the fall had left him a bit muddled in the head), what bothered him was not knowing who had done it.

Dumbledore broke him from his inflection with a question that would start off the night that would change his life forever. But not to worry, Harry was used to dealing with life-changing days. "Harry, can I trust you to fulfill my requests no matter how outlandish they seem?"