Were We Meant To Be?

A/N: The song belongs to 30 Seconds to Mars. It's called "End of the Beginning".

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Chapter 2
Things Are Changing

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Harry's head was swimming. He started remembering a muggle song he had heard over summer:

Can you feel it?
Things are changing
Can you see it?
Watch as the worlds colliding
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
Watch as the worlds...
Collide into themselves
Collide into themselves

He knew it was important in some way, but how? What was going on anyway? The music faded, and he began to see white, then brown. Brown? His eyes opened and tried to focus.

'Her… Hermione? Is that you' Harry managed to say. \\Oh, hair…//

'Your awake! Guys he's awake! Oh Harry we were so worried!'

Ron and Madame Pomfrey rushed over towards Harry's bed.

'What's, what's going on? What happened?' Harry asked.

'You were poisoned Harry, but as far as I can tell you're going to be fine for now. I ran tests for every poison that is accessible to anyone who might have poisoned you, and even some that aren't. I gave you a basic "cure-all" potion mainly used for minor cuts and injuries. It should do the trick.' Madame Pomfrey explained. 'Only time will tell if it's something serious. If or when something comes up, I will know how to treat you better. With no immediate symptoms, I cant say what the poison or potion was Harry. You may leave now; it's almost time for class. If you feel anything out of the ordinary, come back immediately.' She walked back towards her desk to fill out a little paper work.

Harry got out of bed and dressed as his two friends turned away.

'What class is it time for?' asked Harry.

'Double potions' they both answered with a sigh.

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Draco Malfoy was smiling as he propped up his feet on the potions desk. When Harry walked in with Ron and Hermione, he greeted them.

'How's it hangin' Potter?' Malfoy said coolly.

'Bugger off Malfoy,' said Harry as the trio took their usual seats.

'Oh Harry, I'm hurt!" Malfoy said while Crabbe and Goyle laughed.

Snape glided into the classroom, silencing all of the students, except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were still laughing.

'Quiet! Now class, today's lesson will involve brewing a very complex potion (Neville groaned) so you all need to pay close attention to directions! As usual, no fooling around! (He eyed Malfoy) The instructions are on the board. Now get to work!'

Harry decided that this wouldn't be a good time to start talking about earlier that morning at breakfast. But towards the middle of class, a few people started to converse without being reprimanded, so Harry asked Ron and Hermione a question.

'So your pumpkin juice wasn't bitter, and neither was yours Hermione?' He added roots to the cauldron.

'That's right Harry, but what's odd is that all of the pumpkin juice comes from the same source,' Hermione said.

'You don't think Dobby is trying to 'save' you again, do you?' suggested Ron.

'I doubt it. This is the only thing that's happened thear ear so far, besides, I'd of felt something from my scar by now if it was.'

'Well, what's funny about it Harry, is that its our 7th year, and someone is just finally figuring out to poison you, haha.' Ron laughed.

'Rooon,' Harry and Hermione groaned.

'What?' Ron smiled and they all laughed.

As they all laughed, Harry's throat began to tickle. At first he just coughed, but it just tickled worse. Once more he grabbed his throat.

'Harry? Harry! What's wrong?' said Hermione frantically.

Harry spoke, 'my throat, its bothered, it feels like it's being tickled by something.' But it wasn't Harry's voice. A slightly higher-pitched feminine voice spoke for Harry. It would have been pleasant to the ears, had it not been spoken in such a predicament, or by such a person. 'Oh Merlin! Was that me? Oh it is me! What's going on??'

Hermione and Ron just stared for a minute. But Hermione had sense enough to stop being shocked long enough to call troferofessor.

'Professor Snape! Quick! Something is wrong with Harry's voice!

Snape walked quickly over to their table. 'What's going on? Mr. Potter, please speak and tell me, did you ingest any of the potion ingredients?'

The higher-pitched feminine voice spoke, 'no Professor, nothing.'

Snape stood there, amazed, and while staring at Harry he said, 'Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, please escort Mr. Potter up to Madame Pomfrey once more, now.'

As they left, Snape went to his desk, and scratched out a note with his quill.

'Malfoy, please come here.'

'Yes sir?'

'Take this note to Dumbledore straight away, and stay till he has read it through.'

'Yes Professor.'

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Draco walked towards Dumbledore's office and thought to himself. \\Damn that must have been the funniest thing ever, I wish I could have heard Potter! The potion should be kicking in now, that must have been the first symptom. Not much longer till the full effect is felt.//

'Bertie Bots,' said Draco and he walked up into Dumbledore's office. 'This is for you Headmaster; it's from Professor Snape. He asked that I stay till you finish reading it.'

'Very well Draco, thank you.' Dumbledore read the letter to himself


Headmaster,

As you know, this morning at breakfast, Harry Potter was poisoned. He was well enough to return to class, and did so. But in the middle of class, Miss Granger got my attention by saying that there was something wrong with Harry's voice, and indeed, there was. He had the voice of a woman. I sent Potter, Weasley, and Granger to Madame Pomfrey. And I believe that Mr. Malfoy has some knowledge about what happened this morning. I saw him confront Mr. Potter this morning at breakfast, and I believe I saw him pour a vial of some sort into his goblet. Please take affirmative action.

Snape

PS, Yes I am able to brew you some more of that special tea you love so much.


\\Isn't it lucky for Potter you watch him so often Severus.// Dumbledore grinned to himself. \\I too saw Mr. Malfoy act suspiciously.//

'Thank you Draco, for bring me this note. I was wondering whether or not Professor Snape would be able to brew me some more of that special tea I love so much.' Another grin. 'Now Draco, have a seat. 'Would you like a biscuit?' Dumbledore offered Malfoy a tray.

'No thank you Headmaster.'

'Sure? Well, in that case, down to business then. Thisningning at breakfast, Mr. Potter fell ill.' He paused, as if asking Malfoy instead of telling him.

'Yes Sir, I saw him fall.'

'Well Draco, I would like to ask you if you know anything about why or how Mr. Potter fell ill.'

'I don't know anything about it sir.'

'That is too bad Draco, because whoever is responsible for the poisoning of another student, no matter the potion, is tried as an adult at the Ministry of Magic for assault, unless the matter is handled at school. If you knew anything about the incident, maybe if you knew who it was, you would be able to save them from a short yet undesirable term in Azkaban. At this point, if the person who did this confesses, they will receive the minimum punishment.'

'Really, how… interesting Professor. Well, since I cant help you, I suppose I better get back to class,' Draco said nervously. \\He knows! I know he does. But I'll never tell anyone, ha! Azkaban! Really…// While leaving Dumbledore's office, he whined to himself.