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"Bella," exclaimed Voldemort.

"My Lord?" exclaimed Bellatrix, as she stared at him intently.

"Find out about Garrick Ollivander," ordered Voldemort.

"Yes, My Lord," replied Bellatrix.

"And Redwood," exclaimed Voldemort.

"Yes, My Lord," knelt Redwood in response.

"If you are incapable of locating Miss Jane Smith, let us know... we will deal with it ourselves," sniggered Voldemort. Redwood remained bowed down to him, ashamed. "You are running on borrowed life, Redwood... make it count," remarked Voldemort.

"Don't give up," motivated White as he kept the attack going on Harry. Harry, struggled to keep up with White's intensity. It had been a tiring session, as planned. Wave after wave, White's attacks grew powerful and engulfed all the strength Harry had. And finally, he broke down and got hit.

"Are you alright?" exclaimed White from a few feet away.

"Yeah..." retorted Harry as he tried to get up from the ground, but couldn't.

"Mr Potter... it's important to know our limits," remarked White as he walked over to him, to help him up.

Just as he was helping Harry up, Harry felt something strange inside of him. However, at the same moment, the expression on White's face changed.

"Albus... he's calling me," remarked White, with a worried look.

"Professor Dumbledore?" exclaimed Harry, confused. "Where? How?" he added. But White was not in the mood to explain.

"I need to go now..." remarked White. "We shall be dealing with unforgivable curses very soon, so be prepared, Mr Potter," he added. And that was the end of the session. Harry stood there and clutched his chest for he felt a tinge of pain while his heart also seemed to be racing.

Meanwhile, White rushed to Dumbledore instantly.

"Albus?" exclaimed White as he entered his office. Professor McGonagall was already standing there with Dumbledore, and both looked mournful. "What's happened?" asked White.

"Garrick Ollivander was just found dead in his home," replied McGonagall.

"Ollivander!" remarked White, shocked. "Anything we know about the killer?" he asked. Dumbledore shook his head in response.

"Someone tried to extract information from him... and resorted to torture," replied McGonagall.

White stood rooted to his spot for a few seconds before responding. "I'll get on it right away then," he remarked and walked out of the office.

Harry knew something was wrong the moment the session ended. Something big had just happened and they were just about to find out what it was. When he went for dinner that evening, the empty chairs of Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall and White spoke volumes.

"Hey," greeted Harry as his eyes fell on Ron and Hermione.

"Hey," greeted Ron and Hermione, together.

After a moment, Hermione looked at Harry and noticed the expression on his face. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know," replied Harry and continued. "Professor White left in the middle of our session. He said Professor Dumbledore was calling for him," he said.

"It must have been something important," retorted Hermione, nonchalantly.

"No... I don't know... I get the feeling something bad has happened," remarked Harry, sulking.

Ron glanced at the seats that were usually occupied by the Professors. "Well, Professor Dumbledore and Professor White aren't here," he sighed. "If it's something to do with You-know-who, we will definitely find out tomorrow. I wonder what he's gotten up to next... That prick" remarked Ron, annoyed.

The rest of dinner went in silence. But it kept bothering Harry and he seemed to have lost his appetite.

Soon after dinner, Harry felt tired and decided to take an early night. However, it turned out to be yet another night of disturbed sleep for Harry. He twisted and turned, and woke up many times throughout the night. For the past few weeks, Harry's disturbed sleep included a series of nights where he dreamt about the night his mother was killed by Voldemort. But, this night it wasn't the case. He didn't dream about anything bad happening to anyone, he just couldn't get any decent sleep.

However, as the early morning approached, something happened. For the first time that night, Harry was beginning to drift into REM sleep. And then he began dreaming.

It was a pleasant experience to start with. Harry found himself sitting on lush green grass and beside him were Ron, Daisy and Hermione. They were all laughing and enjoying their time together. It felt good and Harry wanted the feeling to continue forever. The scene continued and it seemed like everything was happy. But, then the mood changed.

It seemed like a fight broke out between Ron and Daisy. Ron said something in anger out of the blue and he got into an argument with Daisy. Harry tried to calm the couple down, but he couldn't. He glanced at Hermione and she seemed to be standing motionless. He tried to get Hermione to help him with the situation, but she didn't seem to notice that Ron and Daisy were fighting. Harry stared at her confused. And just then, Harry's eyes fell on Ron who took out his wand and a jet of green light escaped his wand and hit Daisy on the chest. As she fell to the ground with a thud, Harry woke up with a jolt.

For the first few seconds, he jerked his head around the room and tried to find Daisy. It took him a moment to realise that he had dreamt all of it. Harry's eyes fell on Ron and he was sound asleep. Harry shook his head, partially relieved and partially annoyed and after a couple of minutes, he laid back down on his bed. This time, it only took him a few minutes to fall back asleep, and he slept peacefully till he woke up late in the morning.

When Harry woke up, there was a big commotion in the common room. Harry got ready and went down from the dormitory to find many of the Gryffindor students discussing something seriously, in groups.

"Hey, Harry," greeted Seamus as his eyes fell on a perplexed Harry.

"Hey, Seamus," greeted Harry. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Harry, you don't know?" asked Dean. Harry shook his head in response.

"Someone killed Ollivander last night," replied Seamus.

"Why would anyone want to kill him? I can't believe it," added Neville as Harry stared at them, shocked.

"We are going to have a ceremony in Hogsmeade," added Dean.

"What?" gasped Harry. "Ollivander?" he exclaimed, speechlessly.

And just then, he heard his name being called out. "Harry, you are awake," remarked Hermione as she walked over to him. Her eyes looked puffed.

"I just heard the news, Hermione," sighed Harry, mournfully.

"I cannot believe this," remarked Ron, a note of pain in his voice, as he walked up to them and hugged Harry sideways.

"He gave us our wands..." said Hermione.

"And he remembered every single one of them..." added Harry as he remembered his first and only ever meeting with the wandmaker.

The entire school was in mourning. Soon, all the students along with the Professors made their way to Hogsmeade to pay tribute to the man who had played an influential part in all of their lives, the man who had helped them in selecting a wand, or as he would have put it, identified the wand that had selected its owner.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and a big group of students were standing together outside the wand shop in Hogsmeade. All of them were discussing the potential reason why Ollivander was killed. While some of them chose to remain silent, some of them had their own theories as to why Ollivander was killed, each stemming from one or the rumours spread by the Daily Prophet.

"They say that his wandshop was ransacked after he was killed... It must have just been a robbery gone wrong," remarked Dean Thomas.

"What did they steal from the poor old man? Bunch of wands that wouldn't have worked for anyone properly anyway?" retorted Seamus, sarcastically. "Ollivander would have had enemies. It must have been someone trying to set up their own wand shop," he remarked.

Meanwhile, Ron pulled Hermione and Harry aside. Cedric followed them as well.

"Listen," began Ron. "Do you all also reckon there's something fishy about Ollivander's death?"

"What do you mean?" asked Cedric, surprised, while Harry stared at Ron wondering where he was heading with this question, and Hermione nodded along with him.

"There have been an awful lot of old and famous wandmakers and alchemists killed recently don't you think?" retorted Ron.

"There have?" asked Harry as he stared at him, confused.

"Have you not been reading anything in the papers in the last few months?" asked Hermione, shocked.

"There was Meraki," began Ron. "She was this witch who lived close to 3 centuries. She was a wandmaker, wasn't she, Hermione?" he added.

"Yes, she was... And then there was Andres Manuel del Rio... He was killed shortly after Meraki... He was also an expert in wand making," added Hermione.

"Yes... yes... I remember reading that," chimed in Cedric. "Sofia Conte also was killed recently, right? Just some weeks back," he remarked.

"Yes," replied Ron and Hermione together.

"And now, Ollivander? Somebody is going after them," remarked Ron.

"But, why? What would anyone want with wandmakers?" asked Harry, confused.

"All of them are experts in wand lore... They know more about wands than anyone else," replied Hermione.

"Maybe there's something You-know-who doesn't know, or maybe he's searching for something," chimed in Ron.

"You-know-who?" retorted Harry, surprised. "You don't think he's behind this, do you?" he asked.

"He was going after different magical governments, wasn't he? Maybe this is what he was looking for," replied Ron.

Cedric, Hermione and Harry stared at Ron with a mixture of shock, confusion and admiration.

"This is crazy..." sighed Cedric.

And Harry found himself being worried once again.

Harry continued to struggle with his sleep for the following few nights and mornings. On most nights, it simply was a disturbed sleep with nothing specific he could point to as the cause for the disturbance. But, he still had a couple of nights where he experienced the same nightmare that puzzled him to his core.

Harry woke up, early in the morning, one time, having just seen Ron kill Daisy with the killing curse once again. And this time, he laid back down on his bed but got no sleep.

"Ron would never hurt anyone," Harry thought to himself.

"He gets angry quickly, but he will never resort to something like that," he convinced himself. "Why is my mind doing this?" he cursed.

"Daisy and Ron are good for each other. They complement each other so well. And I already know that they are going to be together for a long time," he wondered.

"But, if Ron hurts Daisy, there's nothing she can do to protect herself," a thought came to him.

"No... stop it, Harry... you are being stupid," he told himself. And woke up from his bed after a few minutes, unable to lie there while worrying about thoughts that troubled him.

The day ahead for Harry turned out to be a sombre one. He didn't feel up for the day. The classes went on as they normally did, but every one of them felt like a chore. The potions and defence against the dark arts classes proved to be the toughest of the lot.

Professor Slughorn had asked the class to brew the Strengthening Solution in their previous class and asked them to continue with it in that day's class. It was one of those potions that needed a week to mature, hence the 2 stages of brewing. As it turned out, a lot of students in the class, including Harry had done well with the potion. But, Harry would never know about it, for Slughorn never visited Harry to look at his work. Slughorn went to everyone else' bench at least to help them with brewing the potion, but never once did he visit Harry. Only at the end of the class, he gave a cursory glance to Harry's brew and remarked at him, "Well done, Harry".

A distraught and slightly ashamed Harry left the Potions class. Unfortunately for him, right up next was Defence Against the Dark Arts. Snape, as usual, enjoyed making snide remarks at Harry. Points were docked from Gryffindor multiple times, quite unfairly in their opinion. And every once in a while, Harry got reminded of the time he saw Snape in his visions with Voldemort and how at home he looked.

Thankfully, some respite to Harry's poor day came some hours later.

Harry, after a long time, went to the duelling club. Professor White was away from Hogwarts, which meant some free time for Harry. Instead of mulling over the poor day he had lived, Harry decided to spend some time amidst his friends in the duelling club.

It was a breezy affair at the club. Hermione, Cedric, some of Cedric's friends and some 4th years were practising in a corner and it seemed like a fun, hilarious and banter-filled time. As Harry gazed around a bit, his eyes found Daphne, Colin, Luna and a few others with them. Daphne there definitely seemed to be leading the group. Harry's eyes darted around and found Draco, Ron, Neville and a few others duelling against each other. Soon, Harry teamed up with Seamus and Dean Thomas to duel with them and also help some 4th years who were practising beside them.

They were in the middle of the duelling club when to everyone's surprise, Albus Dumbledore made an appearance. It was the first time he had visited the club. Dumbledore spent a good half an hour, watching the students, how they were faring against each other, how they were practising and so on. It was after a while, that Dumbledore walked up to where Harry was. Dumbledore commented on how Seamus' stance was incorrect and corrected Dean's wand movements before he turned his attention towards Harry.

"Harry," exclaimed Dumbledore with a smile.

"Yes, Professor," responded Harry.

"I didn't expect to see you here," remarked Dumbledore.

"I had some free time, Professor," replied Harry.

"Good... Good that you are spending some time here," remarked Dumbledore, smiling and walking over to the next group.

At the end of the duelling club, Dumbledore walked over to Harry and took him away from the group.

"Harry," began Dumbledore and watched him carefully. "You look troubled," he commented.

"Troubled?" sighed Harry, confused. After a moment, he nodded his head in response. "I'm doing fine, Professor," he replied. "I'm not having a great day, that's all," he added.

"Is there something you want to talk about with me?" asked Dumbledore, looking concerned. Harry stared at Dumbledore, hesitantly. After a few seconds, Dumbledore continued, "Why don't we go to my office?" he suggested. Harry nodded in response and with that, Professor Dumbledore and Harry went to Dumbledore's office. Once they were in the office, Harry sat down on a chair opposite Dumbledore.

"What is bothering you, Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

"Where do I begin?" wondered Harry. "What happened to Ollivander was terrible," remarked Harry after a few seconds of silence.

"Yes... yes, it was," sighed Dumbledore.

"We couldn't believe it when we heard..." continued Harry. After another pause, Harry spoke up. "Why has Professor White been away from Hogwarts, Professor?" he asked.

"Professor White has generously offered to find out more details about Garrick's death," replied Dumbledore. "He will be back tonight, Harry," he added, assuringly.

Harry stared at Dumbledore, acknowledging what he had just heard. "Do you think this is Tom's doing?" he asked.

"Tom could be behind the killings," replied Dumbledore, cautiously.

"But, why kill wandmakers? What would he get from their deaths?" asked Harry, curiously.

Dumbledore stared at Harry curiously. There was a curiosity in his eye that Dumbledore faintly recognized. "Last time, when Tom Riddle rose to power, he seemed quite invincible... this time, we believe, he is after something that could truly make him invincible," began Dumbledore. Harry's eyes grew wide in shock. "Professor White will be back any time... He will tell us more about it, I'm sure," he added.

Harry stared at Dumbledore with even more unpleasant thoughts in his head. The shame of failing to get into Slughorn's good books weighed heavily on him. And at the same time, the thought that Severus Snape could be betraying the order that very moment, disgusted him.

"Harry... what do you have on your mind?" asked Dumbledore, looking concerned.

Harry remained silent for a few seconds before he responded. "Professor," he began, sombrely. "Why do you still trust Snape after what he has done?" he asked, bluntly.

Dumbledore stared back at Harry, surprised. "What did Severus do, Harry?" he asked in reply.

"I know that you trust him... but I saw him with You-know-who, in my visions... He has been spying on us for him," replied Harry.

"Harry, I think I've told you before... Severus is only there so that he can be a source of information for us. He's spying on Tom for us," replied Dumbledore, reassuringly.

"But, what if he's lying to you? How can you trust him? He could easily be pretending with us and be loyal to him instead," protested Harry. But before Dumbledore could respond, Harry went on, his tone rising as he did. "I can't understand why you would take such a risk... every day he's with us, in this castle, it is a danger to us," he continued. "Do you not see the way he treats the students... treats me, every day... he hates all of us, he always has... The moment he gets the perfect opportunity, he will turn his back on us... that's what he will..." ranted on Harry angrily and just when he was about to tip over the edge, Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Harry," he called out, calmly.

Harry took a few big breaths in to calm himself. "Yes, Professor," he said.

"Calm down, please," said Dumbledore, in a calming voice, as he got up from his seat to walk over and sit beside Harry. After a few moments, Dumbledore spoke up. "What happened, Harry? You have been acting strangely," he remarked. "You don't have to worry about Severus, Harry... He's harsh, but he is fair. And most importantly, he's on our side," continued Dumbledore.

Harry slouched his shoulders in response.

"I'm going to tell you a story, a story of why I trust him implicitly," remarked Dumbledore. Harry stared at Dumbledore keenly.

For the next 20 minutes, Dumbledore narrated a detailed record of everything that had happened, how Snape was the reason why Voldemort went after the Potters, how Snape, then a death eater had begged Dumbledore to keep Lily, James and Harry safe, how much Lily meant to Snape, and so on.

As Dumbledore completed the narration, Harry stared at Dumbledore, with a bit of amazement and confusion.

"I can see it in your eyes, Harry, that you are not completely convinced," began Dumbledore. "But, Severus is truly on our side. You can trust his intentions," he remarked.

And just then, there was a knock on the door and in walked Professor White.

"Albus," called out White as he walked in.

"Benjamin," called out, Dumbledore, in response. White's eyes fell on Harry sitting beside Dumbledore.

"Professor," exclaimed Harry.

"Mr Potter, I didn't expect to see you here," he exclaimed, surprised. White turned his eyes towards Dumbledore. "Albus... I have some disturbing news about the search for the Hallows," he remarked.

Dumbledore glanced at White curiously.

"Privately," added White and glanced at Harry.

"Harry... why don't you go and have your dinner... Professor White and I have something to discuss," remarked Dumbledore.

"Professor, what is the Hallows?" asked Harry, confused.

"The Deathly Hallows is a collection of 3 of the most powerful magical objects," replied Dumbledore.

"Is that what You-know-who is after?" asked Harry, shocked.

"Mr Potter... why don't you research about the Hallows in your own time? Headmaster and I have important things to discuss now," retorted White.

Harry shook his head and reluctantly got up from his seat and walked out of the office. However, just as he was about to exit, Dumbledore had some final words for him. "Harry, don't worry about these things... We will take care of them," he remarked.

"Yes, Professor," replied Harry, sombrely.

"And Harry," began Dumbledore. "Don't worry about Professor Slughorn either... He will warm up to you once again. It's not your fault that you fell out with him," he remarked.

Harry stared at Dumbledore wondering what he meant, but he realised he was overstaying his welcome. Without waiting any longer, Harry walked out of the office to the great hall.

"My Lord," exclaimed Redwood, frightened for his life. "Give me just some more time. I will find Miss Smith and bring her to you," he pleaded.

"Redwood," exclaimed Voldemort, angrily. "I didn't summon you here to listen to you cry," he sniggered. "Your incapacity to locate Miss Smith will be punished... But, before that, there's something else I want you to do," remarked Voldemort, authoritatively.

"Yes, My Lord," replied Redwood, kneeling.

"I want you to find out about the Deathly Hallows," ordered Voldemort, with a curious expression.

"The Deathly Hallows?" retorted Redwood, confused.

"Yes, did you not hear me correctly?" snapped Voldemort.

"Yes, My Lord, I did... I will find out immediately," replied Redwood and scampered away with his life in his hands.

"Oh, Harry Potter," sighed Voldemort with a cunning smile on his face. "You're proving the most useful already," he chuckled, to himself.

Meanwhile, back in Hogwarts, there was a faint buzzing sound coming from Ron's trunk that missed everyone's attention.

Well... that's it for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.

PS - I'll be back with chapter 91 soon. Ciao!