Chapter Thirteen: Interview With A Wizard
Gryffindor tower filled with students coming back has the holiday came to an end. With it Iris's head was no longer her own, but the voices had hushed a smidge. It wasn't much but it was an improvement now that her lessons were moving forward she had hope that her powers would be reign in. The mystery of the snarky potions master was still on her mind. Especially considering she was no longer his only student.
Iris had seen Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the Gryffindor common room.
"Oh, Iris, I heard you were very sick. How are you feeling?"
Iris blushed, "o-oh fine thanks. I had the Black Cat flu, super contagious. But I'm much better now, thanks to Professor Snape. I guess he made this super complex potion."
Ron's face wore surprised, "arg and you actually drank it?"
"P-professor Dumbledore said I had to." She turned her head to the side, "why shouldn't I have?"
Ronald," Hermione chided, "like Snape would kill a student under Dumbledore's watch."
"Oh gosh is he really that awful." Iris asked with big eyes.
Ron leaned in and whispered, "he was a death eater."
Iris' eyes went big, "no way!" She whispered horrified. As if she didn't already know
While they talked about Snape, she could hear Harry. The incident with Mr. Weasley had resulted in Occlumency lessons for him. The animosity between the two was palpable. Iris wondered why Snape hated Harry, she had let him know on multiple occasions how ridiculous she found it. Of course Snape gave zero fucks. Harry was to be seen twice a week Monday and Wednesday. She would find out how that would affect his mood at her lesson on Thursday.
Between lessons Iris tried to hone her powers on her own. Harry and his friends always provided the best information. They were super sleuth teenagers, she had taken to calling them The Scooby Gang. They always seem to be trying to solve a mystery and this year it was Voldemorts return and a possible weapon. The Scooby Gang had deduced that whatever the Evil Overlord of Darkness wanted was in the Department of Mysteries, where Unspeakables worked.
Iris left right before them wanting to get to the common room before them. She arrived to a commotion in the common room as the Weasley Twins demonstrated their newest invention.
"Headless Hats," George was yelling. "Two galleons each. Watch Fred.
Fred swept the hat on his head with a big grin, in a moment it was gone! Some girls screamed, others laughed and cheered. It was a very noisy affair.
"And off again."
When the hat was taken off Fred's head was back. It was a very clever charm extending the field of invisibility to include a head. Iris slipped into her room to get away from all the excitement.
She put her wards up to drown out the noise as she headed to her bed. Batman pounced on her chest purring in happiness and kneading. She let the little guy do his thing as she tried to hone into Harry. The lessons with Snape left him feeling weak and sick, making him vulnerable.
Hot white pain shot through Iris piercing her head. Her ears rang with maniacal laughter. Her vision blurred. It was dark and windy. She felt water spray on her face, it was salty. She thought she saw a large building of some sort floating in darkness. Her stomach flipped and her heart was racing. It suddenly stopped but her face was still in a wide smile. Somebody had broken the connection.
Iris closed her mind off against Harry for the moment. Something happened that made Voldemort beyond ecstatic. Iris herself and never felt so happy in her life. The cause was a building floating in the middle of the ocean. Her head throbbed in pain. What the hell was in the middle of that sea that made the bastard so happy?
She sighed heavily, Harry would never learn to close his mind. He was much too emotional, especially around Snape. What was Dumbledore thinking pairing those two together? She hid under her covers and closed her eyes. Willing her mind to clear.
The next morning Iris stared in horror at the front page of the Daily Prophet. The headline stood big
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN MINISTRY FEARS BLACK IS "RALLYING POINT" FOR OLD DEATH EATERS
There were ten pictures that filled the rest of the page. Nine held wizards faces and one witch, they all stood menacingly in the same black and white striped uniform. Each held a caption with a name and conviction. Iris quickly turned to the next page to read the article.
Azkaban was a wizard prison. Ten high security prisoners, all Death Eaters, had broken out from the well protected prison. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, blamed the breakout on Sirius Black, who had escaped two years prior. Iris had met Black back at Order Headquarters. He was over protective of Harry but definitely not a Death Eater. This was no coincidence. Voldemort's happiness and this prison break were connected. She stared at the picture of the prison. It was a rock in the middle of the ocean and on top stood a building, this was Azkaban. That would explain the feel and smell of the ocean she experienced last night.
The subject of Death Eaters and their crimes were hot in Hogwarts walls as news spread quickly within the students. Iris's head was filled with information from some of the most feared wizards of their time. Several students were also the subject of gossip, they're family members murdered by various Death Eaters. After the news broke the next morning the evil pink toad had put a new decree up.
——— BY ORDER OF ———
The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts
Teachers are hereby banned from giving students any information that is not strictly related to the subjects they are paid to teach.
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-six.
Sighed
Dolores Jane Umbridge
High Inquisitor
The teachers could be seen huddled in the hallways talking quickly and quietly, disbursing the moment students arrived. They were worried, scared, and despite the Orders best they were no closer to finding Voldemort.
Umbridge continued to try and render Hogwarts under her complete control. Every Care Of Magical Creatures lesson was over watched by her. Hagrid had been put on probation. Iris gained a lot of practice controlling her emotions while dealing with Her in the classroom. She would look down at her scarred hand, as a reminder to stay calm. She couldn't fight fire with fire where Umbridge was concerned. A chance would present itself and when it did Iris would have her revenge.
Snapes gentleness had disappeared along with Christmas break. He was much more agitated during their lessons. He pushed her harder and harder, getting upset when she let him in. It didn't help that Harry's lessons left him vulnerable. If she didn't protect herself against him her head would throb in pain just like his. As January came closer to an end Iris had the final straw. Fifth years had a startling amount of work to prepare for O.W.L.s, keeping most up till after midnight, secret D.A meetings, and lessons with Snape all were taking a toll. She finally snapped at Snape during their last January lesson.
"For fucks sake if you yell at me again I swear to fucking Merlin I will rip out your vocals cords!"
Iris sat on the floor panting, Snape had been insulting her calling her weak, but she lost it when he said her weakness came from her useless muggle parents. She got up, gritting her teeth. Snape always knew just what to say to piss her off.
His mouth went thin, it did that she noticed when he was angry. Well fuck him, getting her mad would solve nothing. She wasn't gonna let him talk to her like that. Her whole life people thought they could push her over. No, she wouldn't be pushed, she would shove back harder. She hated people who tried to make her feel less then. She wallowed enough in childhood. No one would make her feel weak again.
"You're a terrible teacher. How the fuck are you gonna tell me to control myself when your over here yelling like a banshee." Her eyes turned to slits.
"I will teach how I see fit." He hissed out.
"No you will not." She approached him and jabbed a finger into his chest. "This Jekyll and Hyde routine you have isn't gonna fly! You will be patient and civil in our lessons."
"Or what?" He challenged, wrapping his fingers around her wrist.
"Or I will make it my personal mission to break your barriers." She stared hard into his eyes, her voice dangerously low. "Don't underestimate me, Snape."
Severus could feel the thump of Morgan's heartbeat underneath his fingers. Her eyes were alive with anger, nose flaring and jaw clenched. He found that he enjoyed her most in this state, wild dark rubied hair framing her face, red plump lips turned down in an angry pout. He looked directly into her shining clear green eyes. He would not break eye contact first, that would show weakness. Yet his barriers began to strain under her crystalline gaze.
She was powerful, probably more than she knew. He could teach her so much, help her power grow. But that would provide him with a potentially powerful weakness. His self-serving nature wanted to continue his way, hindering her growth. Those vivid eyes stared him down, challenging him, teasing him at times. That feeling it brought he wanted to hang on to. Two different roads, the one he should choose and the one he wanted. He moved closer, a whisper away from her lips.
Severus felt her heart increase under the pressure of his thumb. He sneered, her face hadn't changed but her eyes had widened slightly. "When you fail, this was me being nice." He pushed her hand away and turned abruptly on his heels. For now Severus would approach this her way.
Iris took a slow deep breath as Snape's back was turned. The swooping sensation in her belly ended when he let her go. She regained her composure. "Have any actual helpful advice?" Her voice cold.
He turned to her, mask in place and commanded her, "sit, close your eyes." She glared at him for a moment, then abided. He continued to talk as he circled like a vulture. "Imagine total darkness. There is nothing around, you feel nothing, smell nothing, hear nothing. The vast emptiness is suffocating, blocking out all your senses. Focus, block out everything. You can see nothing. This void is unreachable. You are untouchable."
Severus continued to circle the young witch looking down at her crimson head, as he gave her instructions. This method was how he learned. Perhaps it would work for her. Her breathing slowed and shoulders dropped. She had much potential he could sense it. She was able to shut emotions down and compartmentalization. Traits that were required in order to master Occlumency. She could become great even with that vexing mouth of hers. Insults were abound and yet hard truths. He wanted to be upset and could be, yet he enjoyed the pushback she gave him. What was more worrisome was the strange ability she possessed. She was able to see through him as if he were glass, it was unnerving.
Severus took his wand out and cast a soft, "Legilimens." Nothing. His eyebrows rose in surprise. He wasn't able to get through. Once more to make sure. Nothing. So she was capable of learning that was a slight relief.
"Stand up." He ordered.
Her eyes popped open, for a moment, were glazed over. She stood up, clear headed and stared at him. Severus fought to keep his face even. Those startling eyes had a way of piercing him. No smart retorts fell from her tongue. He did as she asked, just feigning boredom as he continued to give her instructions. "Empty your mind every night. Dismissed."
She gave him an eye-roll, like the impertinent child she was, and exited his class room without a word. Severus sat down at his desk sinking into his chair. Between her and Potter his patience was wearing particularly thin. The war was just beginning and already Severus was bone tired. He didn't feel like the thirty-four years young that he was.
Dumbledore had to dump Potter on him. The damn witch had made an astute observation about him, he couldn't control the anger he felt. How was he, Severus Snape, supposed to teach someone he hated? Well technically he hated James Potter, the arrogant pampered prince, who relentlessly ganged up four to one, mind you. He hated Severus at first sight. He had done nothing to warrant the abuse except for the mere fact that he existed. If you ask Severus that was a true coward. If he had slighted Potter first then he could respect that. But no, the whole little gang were not heroes like they were viewed as in school. He knew the truth, and Lily had fallen into their clutches.
Lily, he hadn't thought about her in a while. His other problem, the Morgan girl, was distracting him. She was an unforeseen nuisance in his life, an enigma, the foreign creature was brass, rude, and gave him a piece of her mind constantly. He had come to like that people were so afraid of him. It was easier to detach himself from people who would just betray him. To watch from afar, let them think badly of him. What did he care about the opinions of morons? Even red-headed fierce morons with striking eyes.
Iris had been practicing just as Snape instructed. Her powers were greatly improving, everyday she was able to close her mind to more thoughts. Valentine's Day brought a challenge and test. With a castle full of teenage hormones there was plenty of gossip, drama, and high emotions running rampant. There were make-ups and break-ups, tears and kisses. Thankfully it was a Hogsmead day, so most students had abandoned the castle in favor of the wizard town.
Iris stayed in her room meditating most of the day only going down for dinner. Meditating had always been hard for her, but somehow Snape was able to get her to relax. She often found herself going back to that first day he instructed her focusing on his voice to help her reach a meditative state. Okay so maybe his voice was a little bit sexy, very George Clooney, but the man behind it was not. Definitely not. He was rude, abrasive, secretive, the list could go on and on. Eh…at the very least she could close her eyes and just put a different face to the voice. Maybe Ethan Hawk or Val Kilmer, anyone besides the sneering face of Severus Snape; maybe Johnny Depp? That was perfect. She would picture hunky heartthrob Johnny Depp's face with Snape's voice, it was perfect.
Dinner was an interesting affair. Apparently Harry had an interview with Rita Skeeter, he gave his account of what happened to him the day Lord Voldemort returned. Luna's dad would publish it in his magazine, The Quibbler. Some of the other students, Dean and Nevile were awestruck and proud.
"I think it's brilliant Harry," she said, giving him a small smile. "I'm sure it was a hard thing to do."
"Yeah-" Harry started to reply but his eyes had wandered to Cho Chang who had just walked in with her friend. His face fell slightly.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you," said Hermione, "What happened on your date with Cho? How come you came back so early?"
"Er…well, it was…a complete fiasco, now that you mention it."
"What happened?" Iris ask.
So Harry told them what happened in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. Iris couldn't keep her face straight, the poor boy had no idea what to do on dates. Cho was also different. She was still very much hung up on Cedric, her first love. He was older and more experience then Harry and would have said the right things. Hermione had pointed out that Harry was being very tactless.
"Me, tactless!" He said, outraged. "One minute we were getting along fine, next minute she was telling me that Roger Davis asked her out, and how she used to go and snog Cedric in that stupid tea shop- how was I supposed to feel about that?"
"Harry," Iris sighed, "Cho was jealous. So she tried to make you jealous to figure out how much you like her."
"B-but that doesn't make any sense. Jealous of what?"
"You shouldn't have told her you wanted to meet me halfway through your date." Hermione interjected. "You should have told her differently. That it was really annoying and you didn't want to do it, but I had made you promise, and you much rather spend the whole day with her, and if she could please please come so you could be done more quickly. Maybe mention that you think I'm ugly too."
"But I dont think you're ugly."
"It doesn't matter what you think, Harry." Iris said. "Cho got upset that you had to meet another girl during your date."
"But we're just friends."
"You know that, and we know that but to Cho you picked another girl over her. She doesn't know how much you like her."
"Why can't she just ask if I like her more?"
Iris laughed, "It would make things easier, but I'm afraid girls dont work that way."
Ron and Ginny came stumping into the hall splattered in mud and looking very grumpy. They plopped down opposite them.
"Well they should! Then I could've just told her I fancy her and she wouldn't have had to get herself all worked up again about Cedric."
Iris put her hand over Harrys. "We're not saying what she did was right. You just don't understand teenage girls. We are full of worry, self-doubt, we compare ourselves to girls we think are prettier than us, we wish we could change how we look, and half the time we're not even sure what we are feeling ourselves."
"We're just trying to make you see how she feels."
"You should write a book," Ron interjected, "translating made things girls do so boys understand them."
"Yeah," Harry agreed fervently.
Iris stood up, "don't worry boys, you'll learn to speak Girl." She waved them goodnight and headed back up to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry sure knew how to stir up trouble, and she didn't mean his girl trouble. Once that article was published Umbridge would lose her shit. It was a clever move on Hermione's part though. That's exactly what the public needed to hear was Harry's side. This whole time the Daily Prophet had spun lies and cover ups, no one got to hear about it from Harry. Now they would and maybe once people started believing it would be easier to find Voldemort; and maybe end it.
It was the Monday after Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor quidditch match, Gryffindor lost but Ginny Weasley had caught the snitch, that the madness began. It started with one owl, stopping infront of Harry, then four more, then seven. They started knocking down the salt, stepping in butter all to give their letter first to Harry.
"What's going on?" Ron asked in amazement.
Iris raised an eyebrow, something told her The Quibbler came out.
"Harry!" Hermione said breathlessly plunging her hands into the feathery mass, pulling out a dazed looking owl with a long cylindrical package. "I think I know what this means- open this one first."
Harry ripped out the package and rolled out a tightly furled copy of March's edition of The Quibbler. Iris leaned in to get a look at the headline, there was a picture of Harry grinning shyly and in large red letters were the words:
HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT AT LAST: THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED AND THE NIGHT I SAW HIM RETURN
Iris snorted to herself, it sounded like a book title. "It's good isn't it?" a dreamy voice spoke. She turned around to see Luna Lovegood who had drifted over from the Ravenclaw table. She squeezed herself between Iris and Fred. "It came out yesterday, I asked Dad to send you a free copy. I expect all these are letters from readers."
"Thats what I thought" Hermione said eagerly.
"Oh, Harry can we rip into them? Please?" Iris asked.
"Help yourself!" Harry replied amused.
And so they did, first Her, Ron and Hermione started opening letters and reading them. Some of the first ones werent to supportive.
"I got a believer!" Iris said happily.
"This one looks okay too." Harry said, "She says she believes me."
"This one is two minds," Fred said, who had also joined the letter opening. "Says you dont come across as a mad person, but he really doesn't want to believe You-Know-Who back so he doesn't know what to think now…Blimey what a waste of parchment…"
"I think thats why people were willing to take in the Daily Prophets words, no one wants Him to be back." Iris said.
"Here's another one you've convinced," Hermione said happily. "Having read your side of the story I am forced to the conclusion that the Daily Prophet has treated you unfairly…Little thought I want to think that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name has returned i am forced to accept that you are telling the truth…' Oh this is wonderful."
"This one is scared to think You-Know-Who is back, but he believes you and hopes the Ministry jumps on board soon." Iris said scanning another letter. She started crumping the ones who thought he was lying.
"Another one who thinks your barking." Ron said. "But this one says you've got her converted, and she now thinks youre a real hero- shes put in a photograph too- wow-"
"What is going on here?" said a falsey girlish voice.
Ice went down Iris's spine as she looked behind her to see Umbridge standing with a strained smile, scanning the table full of letters. Many students had stopped eating and was watching them.
"Why have you got all these letters, Mr. Potter?" she asked slowly.
"I didn't know getting mail was such a crime!" Iris said loudly.
"Be careful, Miss Morgan, or I shall put you in detention." Umbridge said turning her eyes to her for a moment. "Well, Mr. Potter."
Harry seem to hesitant before answering her, "People have written to me because I gave an interview about what happened to me last June."
"An interview?" repeated Umbridge, her voice high and thinner, "What do you mean?"
"I mean a reporter asked me questions and I answered them," replied Harry, "Here-" He threw his copy of The Quibbler at her.
"I suppose interviews are against your stupid rules." Iris muttered. Thankfully Umbridge didn't seem to hear as she read the title, her face turning red. Fred gave her a smile though.
"When did you do this?" she demanded.
"Last Hogsmead weekend."
She looked at him, her rage see through, Iris found it very amusing. "There will be no more Hogsmeade trips for you, Mr. Potter," she whispered. "How dare you…how could you…" She took a deep breath before continuing, "I have tried again and again to teach you not to tell lies, apparently the message hasn't sunk in."
Iris laughed out loud, "As if, your version is a lie."
Her eyes turned to Iris, "100 points from Gryffindor and another week's detention for both of you."
She stalked away clutching The Quibbler to her chest, as if it would disappear. Many students followed her.
"Iris, you shouldn't have done that," said Harry.
She turned her eyes back to Harry, a smile in place, "Its fine Harry." she shrugged, "You're not alone and you should know that."
He smiled shyly back, "Thanks."
By mid-morning even though Iris had detention she was in a rather good mood. Another education degree had gone up, banning The Quibbler and anyone caught with it would face expulsion. Umbridge did the one thing that would make sure every student and teacher in school would read it. She really was a stupid toad. Iris hadn't seen a single copy, but she could hear the students whispering about it, quoting it at lunch, in the bathrooms, in the corridors. To improve her mood, Umbridge had stalked the halls bombarding students demanding they turn over their books and pockets. As usual she was one step behind the student body.
Harry was the hero of Gryffindor that night. Fred and Geroge had put an enlargement charm on the cover of The Quibbler and hung it on the wall. Harry's giant head gazed down and would occasionally say things like, "The Ministry are morons," "Eat dung Umbridge." in a booming voice. Iris watched from afar.
She was not looking forward to the detentions, maybe she should have kept her mouth shut, but it was just so hard around that evil pink toad. She really couldn't help herself. It was hard pretending to be a student and follow all these rules, when all she wanted was to duel the damn woman and put her in her place. Her eyes followed a tired Harry has he went up to his room. Iris slipped into her room, then out of her secret door. She had received a note to see Dmbledore that night.
It was past curfew so the halls were empty, with her abilities she was able to avoid Filch and his creepy cat Mrs. Norris- who the hell named their cat that anyway. She reached his office giving the gargolye the password and went up the many steps. She knocked and opened the door once she heard his soft 'enter'.
"Ah, Miss Morgan, thank you for coming."
"Of course sir, it's been a pretty eventual day."
His blue eyes twinkled, "How is Mr. Potter doing?"
"He's as well as can be expected. The interview of course was Hermione's idea, clever girl that one. Now that he knows people are on his side its like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders." she paused a little unsure of her next words, "Harry…uh, well there is one thing on his mind. Er-"
Dumbledore waited patiently as she figured out how to say what she wanted. "He seems to seek your approval, and feels as if you've been icing him out, so to speak."
"I see." Was all he replied. Though Iris wanted more information, and to tell him what she thought she kept it to herself. A sharp pain went through her forehead. She had been careful to block herself from Harry, his dreams and feelings were a bit overwhelming at times. She carefully and slowly let her wall to see what had caused him pain. Visions ran across her eyes.
She was standing in a dark curtained room lit by a row of candles. Looking down, long fingered and white hands were clutching a velvet chair. Beyond the chair a man in black robes knelt down. "I have been badly advised, it seems." The voice was high, cold and pulsing with anger.
Iris knew what was happening, though she could not stop it. Harry was asleep and dreaming.But whatever he was dreaming about was not the past, it was Voldemort and it was happening at this moment.
"Master, I crave your pardon…" croaked the kneeling man.
"I do not blame you, Rookwood."
One of the escape death eaters. Iris wanted to close the connection, but she was frozen. It was just like the snake, everything felt so real, as if she was there. She could feel the cold of the room, the velvet under her hands. As she let go to walk she could feel her legs move. Avery had given him false information about retrieving something. Bode knew he couldn't take it and fought against Malfoy's imperius charm. Has the man, Rookword, stood up, Iris could see his face clearly as if she was looking at him with her own eyes.
Iris continued to feel as if she was the one talking, "You have done well to tell me this. Very well…I have wasted months of fruitless schemes, it seems…But no matter…We will begin again from now. You have Lord Voldemort's gratitude, Rookwood."
Rookwood gasped with relief, "My lord…yes my lord."
"I shall need your help, I shall need all the information you can give me."
"Of course my lord, of course, anything….anything…"
"Very well, you may go. Send Avery to me."
Rookwood scurried backwards bowing and disappeared through a door.
Iris was alone in the dark room once more. She felt her body turn toward a wall. An old cracked mirror hung on the wall, her reflection grew larger and clearer. Though it was dark, a face so white it was almost translucent and red eyes with slits came into view.
She felt herself get thrown back as Harry woke up and the dream ended. She collapsed to the floor and struggled to close the connection. Her panting breath was the only sound in the quiet room. For some reason the connection between Voldemort and Harry was stronger than her ability to block him. It was just like the snake incident. There was something unnatural about the connection. It turned her blood to ice. She finally got control enough to look up at Dumbledore.
He was standing up, in front of his desk, an unreadable expression across his face. He approached her cautiously, "Are you alright?" he asked quietly.
"I've made lots of progress in my Occlumency lessons, but this connection is strong sir."nShe stood up, her legs felt like jelly. She could see the apprehension his Dumbledore's face, and couldn't blame him. If it was anything like the snake, then there was a physical aspect to the connection as well. "I'm sure whatever you saw was a shock."
"Indeed."
"Why are they connected? You have a theory, I can see it in your eyes."
Dumbledore stroked his beard, contemplating how much he should reveal. "Sit," he finally said.
Iris sunk into the soft chair, her body tired. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his eyes no longer twinkled, they looked worried. A few minutes of silence passed before he finally spoke.
"Do you know what a Horcrux is?" he asked.
Iris tried to rack her brain for the term. "No, but its safe to assume its dark magic."
"Very. A Horcrux is an object that is imbued with a fragment of ones soul."
"A piece of someone's soul?" Iris whispered in horror. 'But…but that…how could…why would…"
"It's a way that one can achieve a sense of immortality. Even if the body dies the soul is still earthbound and undamaged."
Then it clicked, Voldemort must have a Horcrux. He disappeared for a long time, his body was destroyed, but something kept him earth bound and he was able to return. Harry talked about a cauldron, a spell was performed and then out popped Voldemort with a new body. He no longer looked human because his soul had been shattered. The wheels started turning, "You think there is a piece of his soul inside Harry. That's why this connection is so strong and so strange. Its why they feel like they are one person at times. Her world was spinning.
"Yes."
"Harry doesn't know does he," Iris looked up, "You don't plan on telling him do you."
Iris was sure guilt flew across Dumbledore's face. "It's a theory for now, I don't have all the information I need to confirm it."
Theory or not, it made sense. Not to tell Harry seemed wrong, as if reading her expression he continued. "You think we should tell Harry, I understand why you think that. But Iris, I must impress the importance that Harry does not find out right now. He cannot handle that kind of information, I also fear he will try and use this connection to go after Voldemort himself. Or that Voldemort can use this connection to spy on us or use it to manipulate Harry. It's safer if he doesn't know, for now."
Iris understood the reasoning. It was a two way connection, and it could be dangerous. Harry was still a teenager, reckless at times. If he knew he would no doubt try to use it. For now his protection relied on her keeping this secret.
"I understand." Iris rubbed her temples, feeling drained. "Goodnight sir."
Okay this chapter kinda got away from I just couldn't stop I think I blended maybe two or three. Next is the sacking of trewlawny maybe even snapes worst memory
thank you for reading. I feel like the end is sight and I can't wait to get into the second part Two Worlds Collide.