My Mate
Chapter 37
Loosing Control And Self Pity
Albus Dumbledore hated the feeling of loosing control, more than anything else in the world. It had already happened once this summer, when Ginevra and Harry had gone missing. It had remained when they got back; he had sensed subtle changes in them. Plus he had tried to get them married and it failed! He didn't know what was wrong but something was. Once Hogwarts started up, he had assumed that his friends could get him to open up. A mistake he realized sitting here now, he had gotten really close to Ginny, but not the way he had wanted either. He had not nothing from Harry when he had brought him up to his office, for a 'cup of tea and a chat' or the real word for it - interrogation.
He got up and walked down to the Dungeon's, entering his Potions Masters private stock. Which was in her quarters, in essence he was breaking and entering. Unfortunately Dumbledore had never been one for rules, especially when he wanted something. The public thought he was all for rules, that he was golden and benevolent, kind and caring. What they didn't understand, was behind that mask, they man they loved was manipulative, vindictive, cold calculating chess master. A man who made Voldemort look like a naughty school boy, caught with his hand in the sweetie jar. Mrs. Malroy was the current Potions Master, and she was very fair to everyone. She had been the Potions' Master for the past ten years or so. If she had known Dumbledore was going into her quarters, she wouldn't have been so nice and fair. She was extremely private, so much so she went by the name of Ms. Malroy. She didn't even want the students or teachers to know she was married. Or rather that she had been married, her husband had died during the last war with Voldemort. All she had left of her husband was a beautiful grown up boy. Who had a wife of his own now, they were trying to give her a grandchild. She was thinking of joining them, her son had moved to Italy to be with his wife there. They had asked her to join them, now that the war had started back up; she was really thinking about it.
It looked as thought Dumbledore was loosing yet another teacher.
Dumbledore looked through all the potions, glad they were labelled. Potions hadn't been on the list of things that had wanted to learn. Even if he did, he wasn't a Potions Master, he didn't know the contents of unlabelled potions other than the ones he had done at school, or saw a lot. The violet one, he knew was a sleeping potion, the yellow one was a calming draught and so on and so forth. Once he got the potions he wanted, he closed the cabinet and quickly left. He wouldn't have found the potions he needed in the Potions store cupboard. The store cupboard was a public place that even students could get into. So no dangerous potions were ever left there, Dumbledore knew his Potions Mistress enough to know she had those kind of potions and where she had them.
Dumbledore made his way back up to his office, getting ready to call Harry to him. Slicing his finger, Dumbledore let one droplet of his blood, fall into the vial. It glowed briefly, before going back to its original state. Putting the potion into the cup of tea, having every intention of making sure Harry drank it. It's not something he had wanted to resort to, but he had no choice now. It was very illegal, to do what he was doing, and he could be caught.
The Fidelitas Potion, which makes them Loyalty, obedient, susceptible to the person's blood that's in the potion. In other words, Harry would be susceptible to doing what he asked. He didn't even need to suggest anything to Harry, because he would always do his bidding by him just willing it.
Sitting back he felt very smug about himself, about his plan, he'd get the boy back on his track. He'd have to keep it in him, and hide it too; he had plans to make the boy an Auror. Then become the Minister of Magic in a few years time, and with him having control over Harry - he'd have control of Hogwarts students and the Ministry and everything in it.
"Did you ever find that letter?" asked Hermione, as both Ron and she sat down on the couch in Gryffindor common room. Which wasn't crowded, as it was nearly dinner time; most students were already going down to the Great Hall to eat. Plus it was Saturday, not many people decided to stay in the common room, they preferred going out, playing Quidditch or going to the library to finish up homework.
"No, I searched all over for it, and got myself detention," grumbled Ron.
"I wonder what it was…it looked very official," said Hermione, she hated not knowing things. The more she knew, the more she had to tell Dumbledore, the prouder he was off her. She had been spying on Harry since the troll incident; Ron though had been spying since the moment they met on the train. Dumbledore had gone to the Weasley's and asked Ron to do it. Ron excited to do something for the most powerful wizard alive, and kept to be 'best friends' with the Harry Potter had agreed.
"Maybe it was from Gringotts' his inheritance? It's usually around now that most people find out about it," said Ron.
"No, Potter was never to know about that," said Hermione her eyes wide.
"He couldn't keep it from him forever," shrugged Ron.
"You don't get it do you? He'll find out! About us getting money, about Dumbledore taking it too!" she whispered urgently.
"Look if it helps ill go have another look for the letter?" suggested Ron.
"Go then, before you're hungry!" said Hermione, rolling her eyes knowing Ron would want to go and stuff his face, as soon as it was time for dinner to be served.
Ron vanished up the stairs, Hermione was worried something was really wrong. Harry had been so bitter and anger, they way he had spoken. Magic had literally poured off him, and he hadn't even seemed to realize it either. She knew Harry had been changing; she was worried that he knew what she and Ron had done. Who knows what Harry would do with that knowledge. He at best could end up blowing her up or worse yet tell everyone what they had done.
"Harry's stuff is all gone! Everything! He's leaving!" yelled Ron running down the stairs, making Hermione jump in fright.
"What?" she shrieked, her brown eyes going wide.
"He's leaving," said Ron looking extremely worried. He knew how important Potter was; they had to get to Dumbledore now. Only he could stop Harry leaving, unless he was already left.
"Come on!" growled Hermione angrily, Dumbledore had to know now.
Ron and Hermione ran as fast as their legs could carry them, which was difficult to do. The school was actually working against them, or it felt like that anyway. The staircases kept changing direction, forcing them to take longer routes trying to get back to the main school.
"This is ridiculous!" snapped Ron, getting on another staircase hoping it would lead them to a part of the school they recognized.
"Calm down, the school's just being funny, if we stop trying to rush it might let us get past." said Hermione, breathing heavily, she was exhausted.
"Okay," said Ron panting badly, trying to get his breathing under control.
"It's Potty wee Potty's friends stuck in a hole, what are they going to do?" said Peeves whooshing past them, flinging a dung bomb on them.
"PEEEVES!" shrieked Hermione, furiously gagging at the smell, she hated that poltergeist.
"Know it all, know it all, the know it alls angry, only she doesn't know it all," said Peeves grinning at them as he bobbed up and down in mid air.
"Piss off peeves!" muttered Ron, "Come on Mione we have to go,"
Hermione used her wand to try and make the smell disappear, but it didn't, if anything it got worse!
"Mione stop it! Each time you use that spell it gets stinkier!" said Ron stopping her from once again trying to cast a cleaning spell.
Scowling angrily, she closed her eyes and calmed down, nodding her head she ran with Ron in front of her. They were forced to wait patiently for the stairs to stop moving, at the staircase they wanted to travel with. Once they calmed down it was as if they were now, just being allowed to go to Dumbledore. Hermione truly felt as though the castle was working against them.
"Dumbledore's called me up to his office," said Harry smirking wryly, handing the note over to Severus.
"Indeed, too bad you have prior engagement that interferes with it," said Severus with a smirk of his own.
"Really too bad," said Harry his voice filled with sarcasm.
"Once Draco and Ginny are here we can leave," said Severus his things too were already packed. He was surprised, truly, that Dumbledore hadn't asked him again - to stay on. He hadn't been working at Hogwarts long, but he had been watching Dumbledore, he knew how he thought. Something else must have come to his attention, and he had a dreaded feeling it was to do with Granger and Weasley.
"Yeah, I can't wait," grinned Harry, he was happier than he had been in a long time. He felt as though he was eleven years old again, learning about magic without knowing he was responsible for Voldemort's downfall. Before he had been manipulated at the age of eleven to face him.
"I can tell," said Severus, he'd feel a lot better once Voldemort was destroyed once and for all though.
"Sorry," said Harry sheepishly.
Severus frowned very deeply, "For what?" he asked, hoping it wasn't for what he thought it was.
"Er, nothing." said Harry, not bothering to explain.
"You better hope you aren't apologizing for being happy Harry, there is nothing wrong with being excited or happy. It just means I'm doing the right thing as your husband, the thing I should have done in the first place. I shouldn't have let you talk me into something, you obviously felt extremely difficult for you." said Severus his voice deep and filled with a little anger and sadness combined.
Harry stared at the desk that had been exactly why he was apologizing. Whenever he found happiness, something or someone destroyed it. Like when he had been offered to live with Sirius, then his own actions had destroyed that by not killing Pettigrew. Not that he cared about that anymore, he hated Sirius and he never wanted anything to do with him. Sirius obviously felt the same, he would after him taking his inheritance. He had the Black money, and Sirius couldn't do anything about it.
Even when he was found innocent and freed the Goblins couldn't take inheritances away from someone. It was all done magically, and unless Harry gave it up there was no way Black would get it back.
A knock at the door stopped Severus from admonishing him further, or Harry wallowing in self pity.
"Come in," said Severus, as Harry hid out of sight.
"We ready to go?" asked Draco and Ginny coming in.
"Yes, lets go." said Severus; he didn't want to risk it going wrong.
"I'm ready," said Harry, and together, they all left the Defence against the dark arts classroom - hopefully for the first time.
There we go not long now :) R&R PLEASE! sneak attack and it over or a long drawn out battle? or do you prefer it if i did what i originally planned for this story?