Since i dont think i said earlier Naruko has a henge she removed her whisker marks she has shoulder length brunette hair

"Acid pops," Harry said as he stood in front of the gargoyle it leaped aside, Harry took the spiral stair case up to Dumbledore's office knocking on the door.

"Come in," Dumbledore called.

"Good evening, sir," Harry said walking into the headmasters office.

"Ah, good evening, Harry. Sit down," Dumbledore said smiling. "I hope you've had an enjoyable first week back at school?"

"Yes, thanks, sir," Harry said his mind wander to a certain brunette Professor.

"You must have been busy, a detention under your belt already!"

"Er," began Harry awkwardly, but Dumbledore did not look too stern.

"You did a very nice job in the owlery…but a least it needs to be cleaned again," Dumbledore said smiling at Harry.

"Well I don't plan on doing that again," Harry said slightly bitterly, "Sir, I have a question."

"And would this question involve the newest member of staff?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Yes, sir…I was wondering why she doesn't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts or potions…I mean you must think she is a capable teacher if you hired her," Harry said Dumbledore sighed.

"Yes she is a very capable witch, that is why I expect she works for her Government at such a young age…but she is young no older than you are how do you think students would act and the parents react if I allowed such a young person teach at this school," Dumbledore answered.

"But… why Snape?"

"Because Professor Snape is one of my most trusted teachers at this school," Dumbledore said putting emphases on the word Professor. But Harry was starting to think there was something that Dumbledore wasn't telling him. Had the ministry forced him to hire her like they had done Umbridge…or was there another reason.

"Well Harry let us continue with the reason I have called you here tonight."

"Right," Harry replied.

"I have decided that it is time, now that you know what prompted Lord Voldemort to try to kill you fifteen years ago, for to be given certain information ," there was a pause before Harry spoke.

"You said at the end of last term, you were going to tell me everything," Harry said. It was hard to keep a note of accusation from his voice. "Sir," he added.

"And so I did," Dumbledore said. "I told you everything I know. From this point fourth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork. From here on in, Harry, I may be as woefully wrong as Humphrey Belcher, who believed the time was ripe for a cheese cauldron."

"But you think that you are right?" Harry said.

"Naturally I do, but I have already proven to you, I make mistakes like the next man. In fact, being -forgive me- rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger."

"Sir," Harry said tentatively, "does what you're going to tell me have anything to do with the prophecy? Will it help me…Survive?"

"It has a great deal to do with the prophecy," Dumbledore said as casually as if Harry had asked him about the weather, "and I certainly hope that it will help you to survive."

Dumbledore got to his feet walking over to a cabinet and pulled out a familiar stone basin. He placed the Pensieve on the desk in front of Harry. Dumbledore explained what they were going to be doing. After they went thru the memory they talked about it in great detail to insure that they both were on the same page. After Harry left Dumbledore's office he decided he would go have a little talk with Sakura.

He knocked on her office door; she stuck her head out of the door. "Hello, Harry, is there something I can do for you?" she asked.

"I just wanted to ask you something…I can come back some other time," he said turning to leave.

"No, you are already here," she said pushing the door open. Harry was thankful for low light so she couldn't see his face beet red. She was wearing her night clothes a tank top that showed off her well toned stomach and lose fitting sweets that hung slightly off her hips. "So, what is it that you wanted to see me about?" she asked as she sat behind her desk putting a book in her desk.

"I was wondering…why Professor Dumbledore would hire you but not let you your own class?" Harry said.

"But I do teach my own class you were there today remember," she said smiling.

"But Snape…I mean Professor Snape was there and… he is always around you," Harry said trying to clarify. She looked around slowly.

"He's not around right now," she pointed out, "are you alright, Harry?"

For in that moment Harry's face was bright red, she leaned forward and placed her hand on his forehead. He did his best to keep his eyes on her face as she leaned over her desk, the effort was killing him; he could feel his eyes fighting to look down. "Do you need to go to the hospital wing?"

"No I will be fine," he said thankful that she removed her hand but a little disappointed at the same time.

"Why don't you tell me why you think he has me aiding Snape instead of teaching a major subject?" His eyes met hers, and it was a tribute to how stunning they were to keep him from admiring the rest of her.

"I don't think he trust you," he said without meaning to.

"And I would have to agree with that…to be honest with you I don't think anyone here trusts me," she said still smiling. He didn't understand her she just admitting to him that she was an outcast and yet she still looked so cheerful.

"I trust you," Harry said quickly.

"Do you really?" she asked leaning forward placing her hands under her chin, her eyes so much like Dumbledore's but somehow brighter, but also deadened somehow. They gave the same feeling of looking thru him reading him. As much as he wanted to look away in case she was reading his mind, because of some thoughts he would rather keep to himself, but he was unable to. They were like magnets that drew him in.

"Well…I…"

"It's alright Harry, I never expected to come in here and be instantly trusted by all of you, but in the end I am sure I will have all of your confidences," she said, "good night Harry," she said in sweetly but in tone that told Harry that he needed to go back to his common room.

"Good night Professor Namikaze," he said getting up walking to the door, he gave one glance back to see her reading a book. He closed the door and hurried back to his the common room. Where he could wait to tell Ron and Hermione what had happened well maybe he would keep a few details to himself.

Harry Luna 3

Harry Ginny 4

Harry Naru 10

Naru Sakura 3

Naru Hinata 11

Naru Shikamaru 11

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