Disclaimer: I don't any of these characters, just the situations they are magically put in. I don't make money off of this, I just write for my own amusement.

Written for the School of Prompts Challenge:

1-3: habit. youthful. Traitor.

Summary: In which Harry and Dumbledore talk about bringing someone new into the know about Voldemort and the prophecy and the likes.

"Sorry I'm late professor." Harry stumbled into Dumbledore's office quite a few minutes after the lesson was supposed to start. Harry was panting slightly from running across a significant part of the castle to reach the tower in time.

"Ah no worries Harry, might I ask what held you up?" Dumbledore gave him a gentle smile.

"I was... " Harry trailed off. Not sure what excuse to use.

"Ahh, so it was Miss Greengrass that held you up." Harry gaped at Dumbledore, how could he know? He was sure that no one but Hermione and Tracey knew about it at this point.

"How do you know about us?" Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with mirth.

"Just because the students don't aren't around, doesn't mean that the walls don't have eyes." Dumbledore just gave Harry a smirk when the realization struck Harry.

"The portraits! That's how you know everything that goes on."

"Of course Harry, now I hope you don't make it a habit of showing up late."

With that they started their lesson, diving through the memories of Voldemort, and watching what he did. Harry still didn't really get the lessons, he thought they should be learning spells and dueling tactics that would allow him to beat Voldemort, not quite this... looking through Voldemort's past. Harry knew that Voldemort had a disturbing past, one generally did when they went insane and tried to kill babies.

As the lesson drew to a close, Harry brought up something that had been on his mind for a short while now. "Professor, is it alright if I tell Daphne about these meetings? I think she would be able to spot things that I couldn't."

"Ah, I believe that is your judgment on whether you trust her enough. I know you've both become much closer in the recent months, despite your efforts at the end of last year."

Harry smiled and remembered the berating he got from Daphne. He had been moping around and brooding following the death of Sirius, and his mistake for causing it. He feared that the same would happen to Daphne, simple because she was his friend. Close friend at that point.

Harry tried to avoid Daphne for the last weeks of school. Unfortunately he underestimated the lengths that she would go for him.

"She gave us quite the scare when she stunned you in the corridor."

"You know about that?" Harry wasn't terribly shocked now, the portraits were probably watching him. Or likely some of the portraits watched out for these things in general. Harry's suddenly became confused. "Us? Who is us?

"The portraits and myself, of course. Some of the portraits were concerned for your well being. I went down to investigate." Dumbledore chuckled at the memory. "Ah the youthful energy some possess. I doubt I would have been able to keep up with an irate Miss Greengrass."

Harry couldn't suppress the blush, embarrassed he studied the ground. He had dropped his guard and found himself stunned, levitated to a room, and bound in a chair. He had received more than an earful, and it was much worse than any - perhaps worse than all of the times - that Hermione had berated him.

"Alas, I'm not so familiar with Miss Greengrass, so the decision to share this information is up to you. However, I would caution you to keep this information to a minimum number of people. However, I recognize that Miss Greengrass is rapidly becoming just as important to you as your other friends, so I cannot, in good conscience, forbid you from telling her. You must be sure of your decision though."

"Professor, sir, I'm sure that she wouldn't be a traitor. After the whole incident with the Teen Witch Weekly, she apologized and showed me her boggart. It was-"

Dumbledore raised his hands, interrupting Harry. "I'm sure that whatever she showed you is between you and her. She values you and trusts you a great deal to show you her fears. I'm sure that you also showed your new one in return?"

Harry nodded.

"Then that is between you and her. Remember Harry, help is always given to those who ask for it, and the more friends you have the easier your burden will be."

"But-"

"You may not want them to take up your burden, but true friends will happily shoulder it with you. Think on that." Dumbledore waved his wand real quick. "Ah. How late it is, it is past curfew. I trust you can make it back to your common room without getting seen?" Dumbledore gave him a knowing smile before waving his good hand to dismiss Harry.

Harry nodded and headed down the stairs, pulling on the cloak and heading towards the seventh floor, a special room with a special witch waiting for him.

A/N: A bit shorter than usual, but there we go. I think I'll write the boggart scene, because its been on my mind for a really really long time eventually. Depending on the prompts I get. If I don't get anything that matches, I'll probably write it anyways.

Chronologically this takes place probably a few weeks after the pranking incident (which I like to think leads up to Romilda Vane giving Harry the love potion laced Cauldron Cakes, and the canon events that happen there) and subsequent apologies and making up. Anyways, enjoy!

Edit: 6/26 fixed canon misspelling above in the A/N, I'll probably always get that wrong, thanks rr3 for pointing that out to me!

Edit: 7/2 fixed would/wouldn't that ZanyMuggle for pointing that out to me.