True Allegiance

By: Jessarie

A/N: Okay so, I need to let everyone know that after this chapter today, there may be only 1 more for quite a while. You see after Jan. 3rd I will not have internet for approx. 2 weeks, so all updating will need to be done from the library which is a few miles away and I don't have a car, so I have to have bus money and such. I'm rambling again... Anyhow, to reiterate, after Jan. 3rd updates will be extremely slow. Please bear with me and I hope you all enjoy these next few chappie's.

Chapter 6: Are you flirting with me?

"Harry..." Hermione yelled racing up the stairs to the boys' dorm. Ron jumped as the door flew open. Harry was sound asleep. "Why didn't you wake him?" she asked Ron who paled and moved back to his own bed. Hermione slowly approached the bed and shook Harry's shoulder gently. "Harry?" she whispered. "You really need to wake up. Breakfast was over an hour ago, but I brought toast."

Green eyes peered sleepily at her and she grinned. "Mione. Why are you in the dorm? What's going on?" Harry asked sitting up. He noticed two things upon doing this. One, he wasn't wearing a shirt and two, Ron was still in the dorm. "I am waking you up because someone was too afraid to and it's way past breakfast. I wanted to talk to you." Hermione said evasively.

"Aw." Said Ron softly. "Does poor little Granger need help learning the Dark Arts?" He taunted voice getting louder. "I AM NOT LEARNING THE DARK ARTS." Hermione yelled back. It was like watching a muggle soap opera.

"How should I know? I am going to Dumbledore." Ron said bravely. He stood only to find two wands pointed at his throat. "Petrificus." Harry stated watching as Ron froze and fell backwards making a loud thump upon the floor.

"Hermione, we have to do something. Lock the door as tight as you can." Harry said fighting to stay calm when all he really wanted to do was curse Ronald Weasley. Hermione nodded and went to the door making sure it was closed completely. She cast enough charms and spell warding the room that only a Professor would have been able to enter. A sillibant hissing sound made her turn.

Harry sat upon his own bed, still shirtless, a finger pressed to his snake ring hissing into it as though it was a microphone. She knew what it could do and knew how it worked. On his other arm she could see a leather cuff identical to the one she now wore. Harry had explained that the cuffs were enchanted to only be seen by someone with the same cuff, a marked death eater, or Voldemort himself. It was lucky as Ron would have been even more mad to see them wear matching bracelets.

"He says to take him to Severus without being seen." Harry said switching effortlessly into english. Hermione frowned. "Does he know how hard that's going to be?" Harry only shook his head.

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It was almost thirty minutes later when Harry, who had gotten dressed, and Hermione under invisibility charms and Ron under Harry's cloak being pulled along between them began walking to the dungeons. Luckily it was a Sunday and very nice outside, so now one was around to bother them.

Harry knocked when they reached the Potions Master's office. The door opened immediately and Severus frown. "It's me and Hermione. He told us to come to you." Severus stepped back and Harry shoved Hermione inside pushing Ron behind so he was the last to enter. Harry touched Severus arm as he went by so he would know they made it.

Swiftly he closed the door and turned only to gasp in shock. "He knows." Harry said. "Started yelling at 'Mione about going to Dumbledore because we are learning the Dark Arts, or so he seems to think." Ron's eyes were the only thing moving, darting back and forth between the people speaking. Severus nodded. "I have a potion that will knock him out. If we obliviate him before hand and then force him to take it, it should make it impossible to trace the obliviate."

When it was all done Severus spoke once more. "Miss Granger?" he called waiting until he had her attention. "I need you to cry and Harry you need to look like you just found your best friend almost dead on the floor." They both worked themselves up as best as they could. "Now, take him to the hospital wing. Charm yourselves until you get closer. You found him lying on the floor in the dorm when Miss Granger came to wake you. Understand?" Severus asked.

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It was two days later when Ronald Weasley was released from the hospital wing. They, Harry and Hermione, were sitting at breakfast when Ron walked in. He sat down wincing slightly and then began piling food on his plate. "Feeling better?" Harry asked. Ron didn't respond.

Hermione looked on worriedly. "Ron?" Harry questioned. The red head's eyes met Harry's and he looked quite angry. "You have no right to call me that. You lost that right. " Ron said sounding like he was about to blow up.

"What?" Harry asked. "Why?" Ron laughed in coming out almost dead sounding. "You, I know it was you. No one else was in the dorm. Madam Pompfrey said you two brought me in." Harry smiled. "Yeah we did. If 'Mione hadn't come to wake me when she did you probably would have been on the floor a whole lot longer."

"DON'T YOU PULL THAT SHIT WITH ME! I KNOW YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS AND WHEN I FIND OUT WHAT IT WAS, YOU WILL WISH YOU HAD NEVER MESSED WITH ME." Ron shouted standing. The Great Hall was dead silent. All talk and interaction had stopped. Harry just smiled a sad sort of smile.

"Mr. Weasley." The same silky smooth voice they had been hearing for seven long years froze Ron in place. "I believe you would do well not to shout your threats in the middle of the hall, especially when it is full of students and staff alike. Detention, tonight at 8. I would advise against being late." Severus said turning and stalking out of the hall his robes billowing more than ever before.

Ron's face was white and he looked livid with rage, which only intensified as Hedwig flew in with the other owls and landed on Harry's shoulder. "Hey, girl." he greeted his snowy owl. A small package was tied securely around her left leg. Harry removed it and fed her a piece of his bacon. She ate it and the nuzzled his cheek before lifting off once more, probably headed for the owlery.

Harry's attention turned to the package before him. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and had his name on it in a flowing green ink. Harry smiled then turned it over. Near the seam in the back more green writing stated 'DO NOT OPEN AT TABLE. OPEN ONLY WITH THE CUFFS!'

It took Harry only a moment to understand. He looked up to signal Hermione and noticed Ron staring at him. "Aren't you going to open it?" He asked. Harry just shook his head and touched his left wrist. Then he made eye contact with Hermione and walked away.

Later that afternoon found Harry and Hermione once again in Severus' quarters. This time though on more pleasant terms. "So, do you know what it is?" He asked his father. Severus' head shook. "No. I didn't even know he was sending anything, otherwise I would have stayed in the Great Hall to make sure you didn't open it and no one else got a hold of it."

Harry smiled up at him and then proceeded to rip the paper from the package. A small black leather book about the size of his hand was inside. Harry looked puzzled so he opened the first page. Inside was a loose bit of parchment. Harry gasped aloud. Hermione reached forward. "May I?" she asked. Harry nodded.

Dear Harry,

This is a journal quite similar to another you have seen before. The only difference being this one has a twin and together they form a connection. You write in yours and it will appear in mine the same way Voldemort's diary did. Then I can write back to you. They are both charmed to only be able to write the truth and allow no one but us two see what has been written. To anyone else it will appear as potions notes. I hope that through these we can get to know one another better.

Always,

T

Hermione read holding the page so Severus could see to. "How sweet." she gushed.

Harry's smile was blinding. "Sev, do you have ink and a quill?" he asked. Severus nodded and stood to retrieve them. Handing them to Harry he sat back down again.

H: I got your gift. Thank you!

T: I see. I have been checking regularly. How are you doing?

H: Ronald blew up again. I don't think we will be friends any longer. He just doesn't understand.

T: I feel bad for him. He is the one missing out. Where are you?

H: I am in Sev's quarters with him and 'Mione. They got into some discussion about potions.

T: hahaha. that sounds like Severus alright.

H: They look like they are having fun, so technically I am alone, beside you of course.

T: Hmm, what are you wearing?

H: What? Why would it matter? Jeans and a T-shirt.

T: It matters because I want to know how you look right now.

H: Wait...

T: What's wrong?

H: Are you flirting with me?

T: Maybe. Does that bother you?

H: I guess not. It's just odd. No one has ever tried to before.

T: I want to make you blush. I bet you would look so cute.

H: Ummm.

T: hahaha. Would you blush if I wanted to kiss you?

H: OK. You can stop now. I am probably beat red. I bet you anything 'Mione will notice if she...

"Harry? Why are you all red?" Hermione's voice broke into his thoughts. He turned if possible even redder. "Nothing you need to know 'Mione." Harry answered looking up.

"He's writing back, huh?" Severus asked. Harry nodded. "What did he say?" Hermione wondered aloud. "Oh, you don't have to tell me." she said quickly obviously remembering her manners.

"No, it's alright. He was flirting with me." Harry mumbled looking back to his book. Severus chuckled and Hermione smiled. They continued talking as Harry noticed more writing had appeared.

T: Harry?

T: Is everything okay?

T: You better answer me, please.

H: Sorry, just as I mentioned that 'Mione looked up and noticed how red I am. I told them you were flirting with me and Sev laughed at me.

T: I am laughing too, but I think it's cute and Severus probably knew that was what was going on.

H: I see, well. Ronald will be here soon for his detention, so I need to go. I don't want him to start something...

T: Okay. If either of us want to talk again all we do is write in the book. When you have a message, a design will appear on the front of the book. Understand?

H: Yes. Talk to you later.

T: Goodnight, Harry!

H: 'Night

Tom had been just about to close his book when another message appeared.

H: I would like to kiss you too...

The Dark Lord laughed out loud, but it shouldn't have surprised him. Harry was definitely brave. No one could deny that, not even Tom himself. That night, Harry dreamed of a tall handsome man with dark hair, blood red eyes, and feelings so strong for him that it left Harry breathless with anticipation. He couldn't wait for his dreams to come true and by the way things had begun it was only a matter of time.

A/N: Hope you like this one as it is the longest chapter ever, but it all sort of flowed together so I left it. If anyone feels I should split it feel free to let me know. Now like I said before, I may not be able to update after the 3rd, so stay patient!