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For the third time in
the past week, the week before Christmas Holiday, Harry had passed Draco in the
corridor in front of the Owlery. The first two times,
this didn’t seem to faze Harry, but now that he had seen it for a third time,
it unnerved him very much. Who could he
be writing to? His mother was being held somewhere that only the Minister
and Headmaster knew of, and his father fled from the Riddle House with
Voldemort when he had broke into Narcissa’s head and found out where they were
located (Voldemort had apparently found out, due to a leak in the Ministry,
that they were planning a raid with Dumbledore). Thus, Draco had absolutely no
one to owl so often, or so Harry believed. He flirted with the idea that maybe
it was a distant relative, such as one that was still in contact with Tonks’
mother Andromeda Black but the more he thought about what Sirius told him last
year when they viewed the tapestry on the wall, his only living relatives were
locked away in Azkaban, or so Harry hoped she still was. Then
and was at large after his breakout during the summer. This excluded all
relatives but Tonks and her mother. There was no way that he could have gone
back any further because Sirius and Regulus Black,
who was also a Deatheater and was killed in 1980, was
all that was left. The Weasleys were related to him, though he
help with anything. There was no one left.
In a last moments
effort to find out before the Holidays actually began, he decided to visit
Snape. Hopefully there were on good enough terms that now Harry could have a
civil conversation with him without being told it was none of his business, or
that he wasn’t good enough for Draco. Either way, he had to know. He had to know
because he didn’t want Draco to get in over his head without first talking with
Harry. No matter how much Harry wanted to hex him into obliviation
for treating him so well then ending it at the drop of the hat, Harry still
cared for the little white snake.
Harry walked the well
worn path to the dungeons to find the Professor but when he knocked on the door
to the Professor’s office, there was no answer. He conceded that the only
person that could help him now was the old man upstairs, so slumped his shoulders
and got ready for the conversation, or lecture he was about to receive from
Albus. Harry, to tell the truth, could care less with the man thought. Yes, he
respected him and looked at him as a grandfather figure, but the old man
meddled far too much for his own good. There were just some things better left
unsaid, and most of them had to do with Harry. He heaved a sigh and began to
walk the corridors that led to the Headmaster’s office. He mentally went over
the things that he knew Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about and promptly
made up lies for most of them. The was sure the Headmaster already knew about
his break up, about why the ceiling was reflecthis his mood instead of the sky
above it, he probably even knew that they were making the counter curse to the
Killing Curse, but the one thing that he was sure the old man didn’t know was
about the Gryffindor Suite. As far as Harry was concerned, it was going to stay
that way. It was the one thing at this school that actually belonged to him
alone. Ron and Ginny hadn’t even been there yet due to Hermione faithfully
keeping her promise; though, Harry speculated, he would have too if someone
threatened to take away all his knowledge and make him a mere shell of a infant
again.
Harry made it to the statue,
up the spiral staircase, and knocked on the heavy wooden door.
“Come in,” Albus rang
out after a moments pause. Harry entered and flushed a bit.
“Er…sorry,
I’ll come back later,” Harry stammered as he saw all the professors sitting
around Albus’ desk looking at him. The Headmaster smiled at him warmly.
“No need my boy. We
were just speaking of you anyway,” Dumbledore said as if it were no big deal.
Harry became irritated that they were speaking of him without him there to
defend himself. Seeing the look on his face,
McGonagall commented,
“We were just trying to
figure out why you were skiving off all your classes besides Severus’.”
“Yes, I did find it odd
myself,” Snape said raising an eye brow, though Harry could have swore he saw a
flash of pleasantness in his eyes for a moment. Harry disregarded it.
“Potions class is the
only class I can’t study independently in,” was Harry’s short and abrupt
answer. Both McGonagall and Sprouts faces frowned at this.
“We don’t have an
independent study program here,” the transfiguration professor said confused.
She looked at Albus for answers and Albus gave Harry a questioning glance.
“I admit I’ve given
Harry special privileges due to him being my apprentice, but I never knew he
wasn’t attending his classes until today. Even then I assumed that he just
wasn’t feeling well. He’s put off his special lessons with me also,” Dumbledore
said frowning like both Professor McGonagall and Sprout had. “Would you care to
explain Harry?”
“Not really. I’ve been
tutored by a more capable wizard over the past three weeks. The only subject he
said he couldn’t help me in was Potions. Rather funny actually, he said the
position would always be long to a Slytherin,” Harry said smirking at Snape who
quirked his lips slightly.
“Really Potter,”
McGonagall chided, “More capable than the Headmaster?” She looked as she were
about to laugh.
“You act as if there
isn’t anyone more capable than the Headmaster,” Harry said again irritated.
“Are you coming up on a
burning?” Snape asked, but not unpleasantly, more offensively.
“No. Why would you
assume that?”
“You’re being rather
rude, even by your standards,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. Harry
was still standing in the door way. He looked around at the staff, all eyes
were on him and he knew he wasn’t going to get out of this without a fight. He
decided to go into offensive mode.
“Look, I didn’t come
here for ‘One Hundred and One Questions for Potter’ or the third degree. I
simply wanted to speak with Professor Snape and he wasn’t in his office. I can
see that you’re busy so I’ll speak with you later,” he ended looking at Snape
who sat a little straighter in his chair after being referred to.
“You’re not going
anywhere until you tell us what you’ve been up to for the last three weeks Mr.
Potter,” McGonagall said sternly. Harry rolled his eyes at her and immediately
knew it was a bad idea. Her face reddened; it reminded him of the way she
looked last year when she got into it with Umbridge.
“When it concerns any
of you, I’ll feel free to let you know,” he said cheekily. Albus frowned at him
again. Harry had the urge to roll his eyes at him too.
“We are the professor,
you are the student. No matter what your position here, you will not speak to
the authority at Hogwarts this way. I demand you tell us what has been keeping
you from attending classes,” she argued again, face getting redder by the
minute. Harry scowled at her.
“What are you going to
do? Expel me?” he asked rhetorically.
“It can be arranged,”
she bit back again.
“Fine, you draw the
papers up and I’ll hand you my wand. It isn’t like I need it,” he said. He had
no idea what had gotten into him all the sudden, but he was overly irritated.
His eyes started to burn and everything in the room flashed brilliantly for a
second.
“WHAT!?” several
members of the staff yelled. Hagrid almost drowned them all out by himself.
“Harry, calm down,
there’s no need to get rash. It was a simple request,” Albus finally
intervened.
“It was not a request
Albus, it was a demand,” she said glaring at him; he heaved a sigh and looked
back at Harry.
“Harry,
would you like to speak with me out of the presents of everyone else?” he asked
gently. Harry had no idea why, but this brought him to clenching his fists so
tightly that he was sure his palms were going to bleed freely from his nails
that were digging into them.
“I believe I have
already said that my only reason for coming here was to speak with Professor
Snape,” Harry grounded out between his clenched jaws. His teeth hurt he was
biting down so hard. Snape again looked at him perplexed. Harry’s eyes flashed
again and everything became brilliantly coloured for another moment. He wanted
to shake his head to make it stop, but he thought it would be a sign of
weakness.
“What
on Earth has gotten into you boy?” Minerva McGonagall shrieked this
time. She was above livid now. His vision flashed again and he fluttered his
eyes in irritation. She just referred to him in the same derogatory way that
Uncle Vernon did.
“I told you
belted at her. She shut up and stared wide-eyed at him, hurt.
“Harry, into the next
room and wait for me,” the Headmaster said standing to enforce authority, Harry
almost laughed at the old coot.
“And why would your
commands mean anymore than hers?” he asked savagely. Albus became as stern as
Harry had ever seen him.
“Now!” he barked
glaring. Harry glared right not moving but instead crossing his arms as if
challenging Albus. Again, Harry wasn’t sure why he was so angry, or irritated,
but he was sure it had every right to be.
“No.”
“I am not going to
argue with you Harry James Potter. I gave you no choice, GO!” Albus barked
again. Harry had only seen that intensity in his eyes once before and that was
when Bartly Crouch Jr. was
going to try to kill him.
Harry felt a tingle run
through him. It was not due to Albus, but something internally. His eyes
flashed a brilliant colour of gold and several professors sucked in a
frightened breath. Harry looked about wildly, he couldn’t see anything,
everything was blinding, and it was like looking at the sun with no peripheral
vision. He stuck his arms out wildly trying to find anything to grasp onto but
to no avail. His eyes felt as if they were melting under the light. He squeezed
them shut but the same brilliant sun-like picture before him remained. He
dropped to his knees and buried the heels of his palms into his eyes fighting
for a release of the pain. He vaguely heard orders being shouted about the room
and Harry suddenly felt weightless. He wasn’t sure what was going on. He had
yet to mumble a word, but it seemed that the slightest move, even if for verbal
reasons, would make the pain even more excruciating than it already was. There
was a flash of blinding white light, even more blinding than the already gold
and his world went black.
Harry woke up to
whispers at his bed side. His eyes were closed, he knew this. He breathed
deeply for a moment when he realized that the backs of his eye-lids were darker
once more. Though it wasn’t the normal darkness, it was enough not to be
painful and to allow sleep. They still burned immensely, but he dared not open
his eyes to venture into the outer world. He shifted a little to alleviate the
numbness the hand he was laying on and the whispers stopped.
“Harry?” a small voice
asked. Harry just groaned softly in response. He knew he had to be in the
hospital wing and just wanted to sleep and be free of pain once more.
“Harry, are you awake?”
another voice whispered. He knew this one belong to Hermione.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“How do you feel?” the
voice of Ginny asked quietly.
“Like I’ve had my eyes gouged
out,” he whispered flatly.
“Why are you
whispering?” Ron asked in a normal tone. Harry winced. The headache that
accompanied the burning throbbed for an instant.
“Ron, shut up…just
don’t speak,” Hermione whispered harshly. Ron apparently complied.
“I’ll get madam
Pomfrey,” Ginny said quietly and he heard her get up and walk down the ward.
“Harry?” a new voice
whispered. It took Harry a few seconds to identify the new voice then
realization hit him.
“Remus?” he asked a
little louder than intended and once again winced at the throb that promptly
followed.
“Yes Harry, it’s me.
Albus floo’ed me just after they stunned you and told
me you had an….episode of some sort,” he revealed.
“Stunned?”
“Yes, they said it was
apparent you were in pain and you weren’t passing out so Snape stunned you so
they could figure out what was happening,” he explained.
“Do you think you can
open your eyes?” Hermione said. She obviously had been brought up to speed and
wanted to see for herself if his eyes were truly gold.
“No he will not…at
least not yet anyways,” Poppy said as she arrived.
“Headache,” Harry said
promptly. He felt a vial pushed into his hand and he brought it up to his lips.
Strong hands were placed behind his back to help him sit up. He downed the
contents of the vile. “Thanks Remus.”
“No problem.”
He waited for a second
for the potion to take effect. The room became silent once again and no one
spoke.
“Better?” Poppy spoke in
a normal voice. Harry just nodded, too relieto sto speak. “Severus gave you a
potion that blinded you, by the way. It’s only temporary, but from what I was
told by the professors, you were blinded anyway…you just didn’t seem to have
the luxury of darkness,” she said.
“That’s an
understatement,” he said sarcastically.
“Yes, he’s feeling
better,” Ginny chimed in amused. Harry gave a feeble smile.
“Are any of the
professors here?” he asked. He felt bloody awful for his tantrum in the
Headmaster’s office. What was he thinking speaking to them like that? He had no
idea what came over.
“No, you’ve seemed to
stump them again,” Poppy said, “There all trying to find out what happened to
you. The Headmaster even cast several complex wards throughout his office for
any signs of spells. Severus even went as far as to question all them under the
influence of a mild truth potion to make sure there wasn’t a traitor in our
midst.”
“Will I see again?” he
asked shakily.
“Oh, I’m sure of
it…that is, if we can figure out what’s wrong. As far as structure, your eyes
are fine. Whatever is wrong is magical, we just haven’t figured it out yet,”
she said.
“When does the potion
ware off?”
“Very
soon. I’d say in the next fifteen minutes. It will come gradually, but
we’ll have another blinding potion at hand in case it gets too intense,” Poppy
said.
“You can’t just give me
the potion?” he asked.
“The Headmaster
requested that we let you explain what you’re actually seeing before we blind
you again. It may help in the professors’ research.”
“Oh.”
“Would you like to sit
up Harry?” Remus asked. Harry nodded and began to move. Remus once again helped
him by placing a hand on his back and steadying him while Poppy place pillows
behind his back.
“Do you think you know
what is wrong with you?” Hermione asked. Harry looked pensive for a moment
before nodding then shaking his head. Ginny laughed at him and Harry blushed.
“Sorry, no I don’t know
what’s wrong, but I have a feeling I know someone who does. Could you go ask
him Hermione?” he asked cryptically. She didn’t answer for a second.
“Who?”
she asked slowly while the wheels in her head spun.
“G.G.” he said, she
automatically got the message.
“Oh, of course, I’m
sorry; I don’t know why that didn’t occur to me. I’ll be back in a jiffy,” she
said as she jumped up and hurried off.
“
“Initials,” Ginny
picked up and Harry wanted to scowl but didn’t. She was too much like Hermione
sometimes.
“Oh,
G.G? Who’s that?” Ron asked.
“I think if Mr. Potter
wanted you to know, he would have elaborated,” Poppy said sternly. Ron frowned
again.
“Why wouldn’t you want
us to know Harry?” Ron asked in a hurt voice.
“No one knows,” he said
as if that made it all better.
“Hermione apparently
does,” he retorted.
“Okay, correction, my
Spell Invention group does,” Harry said calmly. He was not going to get upset
over this. He should be used to Ron’s nosiness by now.
“Oh, so because we’re
not as smart as the four of you, we’re left out of the loop? Is that how it
is?” Ron asked getting angry. Harry could slightly see where it was coming
from. He’d always shared things with Gin and Ron. And the fact that he and Ron
used to be more compatible than he and Hermione probably didn’t help any. In
the past years, Harry always looked to Ron for fun and to Hermione for answers.
Now he looked at Hermione as an equal and Ron more as a…what? Of course he
looked at him as a best friend, but he no longer needed that fun factor,
actually, he couldn’t be bothered with the fun factor. Too much mattered now;
too much was above that priority. He heaved a sigh.
“Ron that’s not what I
meant and you know it,” Harry said furrowing his brow trying to figure out
exactly how he was going to explain himself.
“Then elaborate,” Ron
pressed.
“Ron, maybe Harry has a
good reason for not telling us,” Ginny reason to her brother, “We all have private
things, what makes you think he doesn’t?” Harry silently thanked Ginny for the
support. “It seems clear that if it were something he was comfortable with
telling us then he’d let us in on his secret.”
“Does this have
something to do with where you sleep every night or where you are when you’re
never in class?” Ron asked as if he had ignored Ginny. Harry heard Ginny sigh
also.
“Yes,” Harry answered
truthfully.
“So it’s a place, not a
person?” he asked.
“Ron, I think maybe you
should just drop it for now. unt until he feels better,” Ginny advised.
“He’s had three weeks
to tell us and hasn’t yet. He can’t get away now Ginny, and I want to know,”
Ron demanded.
“Ron, you know he can
get away and if you persist to piss him off, he will!” Ginny bit back.
“Language Miss
Weasley,” Poppy said but she didn’t sound very reprimanding.
“Ron,” she went on as
if she hadn’t heard Poppy, “Harry is the only one that was ever known for being
able to Apperate in Hogwarts. You keep this up and we’ll never find out what’s
wrong with him,” Ginny reasoned. Harry started to feel as if he weren’t in this
conversation anymore.
“He wouldn’t do that
because he knows Dumbledore wants to talk to him,” Ron said confidently.
“Actually,” Remus said,
“Harry made Professor McGonagall cry earlier today. I don’t think he’ll have
any qualms about ignoring the headmaster. From what I’ve heard so far today,
there was quite an argument happening before the episode began.”
“You made McGonagall
cry?” Ginny said astonished.
“I didn’t…I mean…I
didn’t intend to…”
“Harry, it’s alright.
She knew something was wrong, though I think she’s still a bit hurt, she
understands that there was a reason for it. A reason more than just your
temper,” Remus explained.
“I made her cry,” Harry
whispered.
“Minerva is known for
her tough skin. It won’t help you to brood on this Harry,” came
a warm voice from the end of the ward.
“Professor Dumbledore?”
“I’ve told you before
Harry. I’m your mentor, not your professor. Albus suits me fine,” the
Headmaster corrected.
“Yes Albus,” Harry said
in a small voice that apparently radiated shame.
“Better,” Albus
commented. “Now, has the potion begun to wear off yet?” he asked no one in
general.
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“Yes, it should have
begun about five minutes ago,” Poppy informed him.
“Excellent, what are
you seeing Harry?” Albus asked.
“A shadow of the backs
of my eye lids,” he answered honestly. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet. The
Headmaster chuckled.
“Okay, fair enough.
Open your eyes and tell me what you see,” he said obviously amused. Harry pried
his eyes open much to the contradictory voice screaming in his head for him not
to. Still, he could only see shadows within shadows. There were shadows that
were darker than some, but they revealed no depth perception. The lighter
shadows resembled human forms.
“Shadows within
shadows,” he said.
“Are the shadows
moving?” he asked taking a couple steps.
“I’m presuming the one
that is belongs to you,” Harry said. Dumbledore nodded though Harry couldn’t
tell.
“How many shadows is
there that are darker or lighter than the rest of your vision?” Harry counted
silently. Poppy and Ginny were on his right side while Ron and Remus were on
his left. Albus was at the foot of his bed and Hermione was moving from what
Harry presumed was the end of the ward.
“Six,” he said.
“There’s only five,”
Ron spoke up confused.
“I make six,” Hermione
said. Apparently no one saw her sneak up while they were all focused on Harry.
Harry smiled at her.
“Find anything out?” he
asked hopefully. He couldn’t tell, but Hermione frowned for a moment before
looking around at everyone.
“Yes,” she said slowly.
“And?” he prompted.
“Well…Harry, are you
sure you want me to answer in front of everyone?” she asked. She apparently had
taken his threat to heart when he first showed her the place.
“You don’t have to
mention where or from who you found out, just what,” he said. Hermione seemed
to be thinking about how to word it then sighed and sat on Harry’s bed.
“He…er…it
said that it was due to the Treasure Phoenix. That particular breed of phoenix
has the gift to be able to see magic. He…um…it said that being in Hogwarts and
being able to see magic would explain the reason for such blindness. Different
magic is seen in different ways. As an example he said that ward magic is gold
while transfiguration magic is bronze. Potions will always be copper due to
them being in a liquid state, and other types of magic, such as people will
come in a variety of colours. People tend to appear the same colour as their
auras. The gift of scanner, which Mr. Clause told you that you had, mixed with
the gift of the Treasure Phoenix made this experience very hard on you.
He...um…said that you had to learn to control both of them before you were able
to get comfortable and be able to turn it off and on,” she concluded winded.
information come from?” Albus asked intrigued.
“Well…I’m…uh… not
exactly at liberty to say,” Hermione said glancing at Harry who nodded his
appreciation.
“My tutor,” Harry
explained shortly.
“Ah…the more capable
wizard, yes, quite interesting,” Albus said calmly. “I would very much like to
meet this wizard, he seems to hold quite a place to you,” he said to Harry.
“That he does. You
could say…almost like family,” Harry said calmly as Hermione’s eyes widened a
bit. If anyone noticed her reaction, they didn’t show it.
“So it’s a person and a
place…that doesn’t make sense,” Ron said obvious flustered at Harry and
Hermione’s lack of information.
“Ron, give it a rest
for now won’t you?” Ginny said exasperated.
“No, I don’t like being
left in the dark!” he said raising his voice.
“As
I,” Dumbledore said, “How is your vision Harry?”
“It’s getting brighter,
but it’s still not as bad as it was,” he answered.
“I need you to slip
into your Occlumency mode and shut your scanning abilities down so we can work
with one thing at a time,” Albus said calmly.
“How are we going to
work with something no one has ever gone through?” Harry asked confused.
“Remember what I told
you while you had Tom in your head Harry? About your mind doing anything as
long as you believed it was?”
“Yes.”
“This is your first
test of that. I need you to believe and know you can shut off the scanning
gift…even if only for a small while,” Albus said. Harry nodded and closed his
eyes. He made a small crack in his wall and slipped into his own mind before
closing the wall behind himself. He thought hard about the scanning ability
being gone, not completely, just until he called it back. He envisioned
something like a light switch and saw himself turning it off. Satisfied, he
emerged from his mind and looked around. Everything was still especially sharp,
but not so bad that it was blinding. He wasn’t sure why it made such a
diffee.
“Did it work?” Hermione
asked. Harry nodded thoughtfully for a second before answering.
“Yes, it seems it did.”
“Excellent. Now, I want
you to see a wizard for what it
his brow at this.
“See?” he asked confused.
“Yes, look at Poppy,
but instead of just looking at her, focus on her magic…feel it with your eyes,”
Albus instructed. Harry recited what Albus said in his head as he looked at the
Medi-witch. She seemed to shift uncomfortably for a
second before clasping her hands behind her back and raising her chin with
dignity. Harry wanted to smile at her but didn’t because he was trying to feel
her magic with his eyes. He began to feel a slight heat coming form her; he
could feel it on his face. She was only feet from him, but that would have been
impossible otherwise. Around here the air seemed to shimmer and shift around
her before finally shining a slightly blue colour. Harry cocked his head to the
side intrigued, and then looked back at Dumbledore who was too staring at
Poppy.
“Blue? Her aura is
blue?” he asked confused. He didn’t realize that it was even one of the
colours.
“It seems so, and a very
proud colour at that,” Dumbledore said smiling warmly at Madam Pomfrey who
blushed slightly. “The colours are as follows, from least powerful to most
powerful: clear, or a Muggle, peach is to a squib, orange ranges from a baby to
a first year, red it from third year to a seventh year, purple is to a fully
qualified wizard to above average wizard, blue belongs to a very exceptional
wizard, bronze belongs to a level above that, then gold, then silver. Auras are
not how much magic a person possesses, but how powerful they are, meaning what
they are capable of. A good example of this is Neville
though, as you know, Mr. Clause told him he could forge a staff. This obviously
means he’s not using his magic very efficiently. You’ll get the hang of it
eventually,” The headmaster said.
“How
can you see auras if you don’t have the gift to see magic?” Harry asked
Albus confused.
“I have some scanner
abilities. They are very limited to people and wards, but none-the-less, I have
them,” Albus informed him.
“But I turned off the
scanner ability,” Harry said still confused.
“Scanning magic it a
lot like seeing magic. The only difference is that when you scan something; you
see its properties whereas if you see magic, you would see it in every living
thing, including Muggles,” Albus said.
“Muggles?”
Hermione asked sceptically.
“Oh, every living thing
has some type of magic in it, only wizards and witches as well as other magical
creatures and plants tend to have an abundance of this magic. It is what
separates us from them, and some say makes us superior,” Albus ended gravely
apparently referring to Voldemort.
Harry began looking
around the room. The very walls of the castle were beginning to turn gold and
looked to be radiating magic from within them. Of course, as Hermione said, it
was the ward magic that was making it look gold. He looked at the other witches
and wizard analyzing their auras. Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were all up into the
purple range, which was an exceptional wizard, over average for the three of
them. Dumbledore was gold, no surprise there, and seemed to seep much more than
the others did. Remus is what intrigued Harry the most. He had what looked like
two auras, a purple and a black that outlined it. The black must be the
werewolf inside him, Harry reasoned with a pitiful look at Remus. Remus didn’t
see his look because he was still listening and looking at Hermione and
Dumbledore as they spoke. Albus broke Harry out of his thoughts.
“What do you see now
Harry?”
“Brilliant,” Harry said
looking in awe around him, “It’s all so brilliant.”
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