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Harry paced angrily in the entrance hall. He was getting really fed up with all this secrecy. Sure it was probably all good and well, and working well for Malfoy and his stupid gang, but Harry hated being out of it, and now Ginny had been gone for almost three hours, and no one was telling them anything. Harry kicked at a dust bunny bitterly, cursing himself for not following Malfoy under the cloak like he had last time. He wouldn't really know where to go this time though, he hadn't been lurking anywhere where they'd talked about whatever they were off doing this time.
He was still pacing angrily, deciding in what order to kill Malfoy, his cronies, and Ginny for making him worry this much when Hermione nearly gave him a heart attack by materializing out of nowhere, saying his name.
"What?! Jeez, Hermione, don't jump out at people like that," he snapped.
She shook her head slightly at him, "Harry I've been calling your name for 5 minutes, you were just zoned out, as usual. But come on! Professor Dumbledore is awake!"
Her excitement was tangible, and Harry smiled broadly, forgetting about Stupid Ginny and Stupid Malfoy and how they'd run off. He followed her down to the infirmary room, his smile stuck on his face, and widening when he saw Dumbledore sitting up, looking a little frail, but alive.
"Hey professor!" Said Hermione brightly, rushing to his side. Harry went over to the other side, but before he could say anything, a masked Zabini came in. He gestured to Harry, and Harry glared slightly, and gave Dumbledore the biggest smile he could manage before getting back up and walking over to Zabini.
"We need him to be moved, to a safe place that isn't here, as soon as possible, now that he's getting better." Zabini's voice was quiet, but firm, and Harry wished it was Malfoy's snide, bitter voice telling him, so he could have something to hate.
"No way, he just woke up, we can't move him!"
"Potter, there is no we. I need him gone, before he messes anything up, and gets anybody killed."
Harry glared at Zabini. "He can't kill anyone, and he wouldn't or are you forgetting he was the headmaster of our school? If he wanted to kill you lot, he would've done it a hell of a long time ago," Harry snarled, through gritted teeth.
"He need's to get out of here before Chaos, and your little Tart come home, or he could get us all screwed over. Potter, I'm not being obnoxious here, he needs a real medic anyways, we can't fix him."
Chaos was a stupid code name for Malfoy. Malfoy was always so prim, and neat, not chaotic, and cool and collected, and it didn't make much sense, but then again, not a lot of the code names that Harry had worked out made much sense they were just words, stupid words. He wanted to tell Zabini that they were just stupid kids, using stupid code names, and to butt the hell out of his war, but he bit his tongue.
"And what about me? Should I just bugger off too?" He said, managing, just barely to keep his voice quiet.
"That's not up to me. But we're going to be sending him off at noon, so say your goodbyes, or go with him, but until Chaos says you're out, I can't kick you out, no matter how badly I would like to. So tell the old man to pack his bags, Potter," Zabini snapped, his voice crueler than before. Harry balked for a moment, he'd clearly hit a nerve at some point, but before he could say anything, the Slytherin turned on his heel and stormed out of the room. Harry was attempting to squash a weird sense of gratitude towards Malfoy for letting him stay here, as much as he hated being out of the loop, he had to admit it was better than alone, in the cottage on the sea, even further out of the loop. And he had a weird clenching feeling that was still ensnaring his chest, that had begun the moment Zabini had mentioned Malfoy and Ginny getting killed. He sighed, and turned to his old professor to relay the news, feeling like he was choosing between his mentor and his friends, Ginny that is, Malfoy was a twit.