chapter 2: Rain
Its was raining,slow trickles of wetness from pearly gray skies.
Surrounded by loud 3rd years, and some less loud but more disturbing Fred and George. His thoughts weren't helping, he needed some quite where he could center himself.
Bet its dead quiet in the dungeons… Thoughts like that weren't rare for Harry these days, not that it quietly slipped out of the room and entered the boy's dorm, under his bed was where he kept the books.
Kneeling, his face frozen in concentration harry retrieved the one he was searching for, the scent of old leather and something murky accompanied the appearance of the thick black a last almost menacing look around the room Harry settled down. From his position he could see an almost vivid reflection of himself on the wet window.
Except that the watered down Harry looked different:His eyes burned green but his face lost shape all that was left was the black hair that when smeared looked like a dark cloud was surrounding him, Harry made a face and turned back to the book.
''Magic is like a cloud of light, it stands still.
It has no color. Its nor light nor dark, it consists of no evil and of no good.
And like a cloud it holds a vivid range of colors and shapes within it, it's the wizard that has both shape and color, and a good or evil intent.
As he chooses the use of the magic. Therefor-light magic can be used just as destructively as dark, for it is only disguised as light.''
Harry inhaled sharply, his eyes focused but unseeing, he was baffled by what he just read.
The possibilities.. but how can it be?
The image of Dumbeldore came to mind, Dumbeldore a very powerful wizard.
And though he was Voldemorts greatest enemy. He wasn't less manipulative, if lemon drops are light magic that can be used distractedly as a Cruciatus curse...
Wasn't that a bit of a exaggeration? But surely possible.
Harry now almost seventeen still were left in the dark to pretty much everything that had to do with the information was impossible, only the Slytherins had their ways. They spied, they lied and they shuffled in the dark, head high-always getting what they wanted.
Madam Pince Looked up, holding her glasses on the tip of her nose.
'Yes?' a tall stranger was standing in front of her desk.'Miss I wondering if you could help me' the young man said; he had a blazing smile and long brown hair.
'And you are?' Startled, madam Pince tried to regain her wits.
'I'm professor Raven", nice to meet ; Madam Pince. Glared from the tip of her sharp nose ' and you teach?'..
'I don't.' I'm here visiting from another school , its rather confidential, Dumbeldore has swore me to secrecy.
'But I couldn't resist such a lovely lady as yourself.' he slyly Pince blushed, completely taken aback. 'I how can I help professor raven? Completely lost for words.
'Call me rave, and I need the books on this list and anything else on the subject.' The stranger's voice changed from velvet to brisk business but he still wore a blindly white smile.
Carefully she held the scroll he slid her way, after a long moment her head snapped up: these are very forbidden books! I'm not sure they are available for the public' her tone was serene.
"I'm aware of that.' But Dumbledore has promised me its possible, with complete confidentiality on our parts"he added.
"Well",Madam Pince visibly softened "I guess I can help" The corners of her thin lips almost lifted just barley.
And the stranger's eyes sparkled with triumph. Hours later, Harry left the library carrying a heavy pile of dusty books and scrolls. He could feel his glamor wearing off so he hurried and turned left sharply as soon as he could. His body shrunk back to and its smaller build. And the clothes turned baggy.
He felt like exhausted, Overall, it was a very successful day.,he ,the skies darkened as the rain poured, the sound of a growing storm had muffled all surrounding chatter of laughter died away at the wings of the upcoming storm.
'Say! Another Butterbeer, here!' George shouted right in my ear.
The twins were both sitting on each side, partly locking me in my sit.,we were in Hogsmead, The Three Broomsticks to be precise. As the storm raged outside, I found shelter inside and ended up spotting the twins.
I never had spent time with them alone, and now was a good time to start. Sense the wizard's tournament. They had treated me with respect, but we never became friends. I decided to drop the bomb;
'So Fred hows you boyfriend?" Butter beer spilled right at me at that,I guess I deserved was giving me a sly look; "what are you talking about Harry?"
"Just asking a friendly question is all', but his contemplating eyes were starting to make me nervous.
'Who told you?" Fred asked, his voice grave. That was so unlike the twins always cheerful and on the move.
I breathed a deep breath 'I guessed'.
At their blank stares I added:' Look I recognized it, so I knew Fred is gay, and because you're so cool and you seem happy I thought you have someone special…'
'Wait,I lost you after you said recognized" Fred said with a huge grin plastered on his face, I looked to my left at George, who just set their with a mischievous look in his eyes.
I just shrugged my shoulders "now that's interesting 'the savior of the wizarding world is into blokes" fred said.I could see all the possibilities running in George's eyes.
'No one can know, not yet; can you keep it secret ?" I glanced from one boy to the exchanged glances then both nodded.
Fred looked serious when he said '"we sure can,you know you can trust us. Harry."
"Yes,plus we want to be there when all hell breaks lose" George added with a devilish ended up drinking some more and more, we toasted to mischief and we toasted for freedom.
And to this day I don't remember to what else,but I think we drinked to friendship.
one that never ends.