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I forced this chapter out, so I’m not sure it is very good. BE GENTLE.

Without further ado, here is the darker side of Harry Potter.

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Nothing is my Own


Chapter Thirty-Five: Trust the Obvious

The days seemed longer and longer. It was like being a caged rat, not knowing anything about the world outside the bars. Their one source of information (The Daily Prophet) was vague. The article on the Ministry raid didn’t even mention the deaths, and Harry had a feeling Minister Fudge was behind the lack of reporting.

“I don’t understand why they aren’t reporting anything,” Hermione said with frustration as she slammed her paper into the Gryffidor’s table in the Great Hall.

“Oh come on Hermione, you didn’t think Fudge was going to make it that obvious,” Harry replied.

She rolled her eyes and again began combing though her paper, just incase she over looked something.

Harry shoved the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth and prepared to leave.

“Mate, where are you going?” Ron asked, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“I have to go meet Cho after her class,” Harry said flatly.

“She’s got you wrapped around her bloody finger,” Ron jeered.

Hermione huffed, “you never use your head do you? Harry’s keeping a watch on in case Malfoy tries something. Surely he’s going to be trying to get revenge.”

“Oh, what a bunch of rubbish,” Ron spat.

“I’ll see you guys later,” Harry sighed, hoping to duck out of his discussion before it turned ugly.

In all honestly, Hermione’s reasoning had never crossed his mind. It sounded better than his reason. He dedicating so much time to Cho because Ron, Seamus, Pavarti and Lavender had got into his head. As long as he had her close to him, he didn’t have to worry about their theory.

“Hello,” Cho said shyly as Marietta pushed between them, mumbling a rude “excuse me.”

“She really hates me doesn’t she?” Harry joked.

“Honestly, just a little,” Cho offered back.

“Hey Potter! Still trying to press our captain for information,” Paul Keebler laughed as he walked by the two.

It hit Harry like a ton of bricks, there was less than a week till the Quidditch tournament. If they beat Ravenclaw, everyone was going to say Cho threw the game. It they lost, well, Harry didn’t want to think what people would say if they lost.

“Oh don’t worry about Quidditch. On the field we’re competitors, no matter what people say,” Cho replied swiftly, as if reading his mind.

Harry looked at her in awe, how did girls do that?

Cho blushed slightly, noticing Harry stare, “you know you don’t have to walk me to every single class.”

Harry shrugged, “I wanted to see you.”

Cho blushed, “or wanting to keep tabs on me.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to blush, “I wouldn’t do something like that.”

Cho smile faded, “I know what everyone is saying about me, but I didn’t do it. I’d never turn to the side that killed…”

Harry grabbed her hand, and finished her statement, “Cedric.”

“Cho, are you coming?” Marietta snapped suddenly, looking at the two impatiently.

“Yes,” Cho responded suddenly.

“Maybe I should walk with you. Marietta might try to hex me,” Harry said, desperate to lighten the tension.

“Oh, I’d like to see her try it,” Cho said viciously, giving Marietta an glare of impatience. “So, what are you doing later tonight?”

Harry smiled, glad the tense moment had passed, “I need to try to talk to Professor O’Riley, but maybe we can meet later.”

“I’d like that,” Cho replied, squeezing his hand which was still holding hers.

“I’ll come to library after I speak with her, I’ll try not to be to late,” Harry assured her.

She tipped up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing off to meet Marietta.

“Ah,” Harry cried grabbing his scar suddenly.

“Open the book, open it now!” a voice hissed in his mind.

The Room of Requirements was too close, it was too tempting not to go. Harry found himself running at a dead sprint, past a few timid looking third years, “House Cup!”

He was barely into the room before slinging the book out of his bag onto the floor.

Anxious aren’t we?

“Why wouldn’t you talk to me the other day?” Harry spat.

Don’t make me laugh. I choose the times we talk, that is my privilege.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk to you!” Harry argued.

If that were true, you wouldn’t be in this room. Would you?

Harry feel silent, he wanted nothing more than to leave the room, without the book. But something held him back.

Go ahead, amuse me. Ask the question you have been so desperately asking in your mind.

“Who took my cloak and my map?” Harry said bluntly.

You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Have you done what I asked you to?

“You seem to know everything, why do you need my conformation.”

Clever Mr. Potter. The answer to your question is obvious, right in front of your nose.

Harry sighed, “I don’t have time for riddles, just answer the damn question.”

Temper, temper. Now, why would I answer your question, when you haven’t answered mine?

“You never asked a question!”

Yes, I did. How did the prophecy end!

“None of your bloody business!” Harry yelled, realizing at last this wasn’t a smart idea.

Do you even know? You are the one born to destroy the Dark Lord. Again, Look into the Pensive and you will know how to defeat the Dark Lord.

“ I don’t care about defeating the Dark Lord right now. I want to know who betrayed the DA!”

I’ve already told you, look under your nose. It is the person you least suspect.


The book fell silent one again, as the final word faded from it’s yellow paper.

“Damn it!” Harry swore feeling extremely angry.

He had to get to that Pensive, he had to know!

That night after dinner, Harry made a quick escape. As always, Professor O’Riley’s classroom was unlocked. He didn’t call out, hoping that she wouldn’t be in her office. Praying she would once again be out on Order Business.

He turned the door handle slowly.

“Harry, I figured you’d be stopping by this evening,” Professor O’Riley greeted without looking up from her paper stack.

“Professor, I didn’t know if you were in tonight or not,” Harry replied.

She grinned finally looking up, “you were hoping to get another look into that Pensive.”

“No,” Harry replied instantly, confirming her suspicions.

“Well, it is in Dumbledore’s office now. We felt it would be safer there,” Professor O’Riley revealed, motioning him to take a seat.

“Oh, what is going on that would make it require a safer location?” Harry questioned nonchalantly.

“Darkness is spreading. We don’t really know what Voldemort up to yet, we have our suspicious though,” O’Riley revealed.

“What are they?” Harry pushed.

She dipped her pen into her ink well and starting back at the work on her desk, “confidential information. When the time is right, you’ll know.”

“Dumbledore told me last year that he made a mistake not telling me what was going on,” Harry protested forcefully.

“All right, you want to know what is going on. Voldemort is recruiting, just like he did before. We’ve already lost several good witches and wizards to his ranks, probably from the Imperio Curse. He’s attacking muggle villages and trying to scare muggle born magic folks into hiding. We’ve already had seventy of them turn in their wands. Right now we’re trying to forecast his next move, but the raid on the ministry took many of our numbers,” December said sharply.

“Something isn’t right, why would he just go back to his old tricks?” Harry questioned.

“What do you mean?” O’Riley questioned.

Harry shook his head, “I maybe getting better at Occlemency, but when he’s feeling a particular strong emotion, I should be able to sense it. He hasn’t accomplished anything lately, well, nothing that matters anyways.”

“Harry as you get stronger in Occlemency the less you’ll be connect with Voldemort mind,” she offered as an explanation.

“I think he’s blocking me out of his mind. He doesn’t want me prying into his plans because he going to take us off guard,” Harry said quickly. “I also think he’s recruiting students at Hogwarts.”

December O’Riley nodded, “yes, we’ve had that suspicion too, but we can’t afford to act on that right yet.”

“So, are you just going to keep letting him recruit students?” Harry asked amazed.

“Of course not, but a Death Eater can’t take the Dark Mark until their eighteenth birthday. According to magical creed, a witch or wizard cannot make such a choice until that age,” she explained.

Harry took in a deep breath, “when did Voldemort ever care about age? He tried to kill me when I was still a baby. Do you honestly think he cares if he ruins the life of few minors?”

“Let’s hope there is still some human left in him. Hopefully we’ve instilled the right values in our students, and if their faced with that choice, they make the right decision.” she lowered her head, “some of them we’ve already lost, some of them we never had to begin with.”

“Are you saying some families are a hopeless cause?” Harry questioned.

“No Harry, some of the greatest men come from the worst families,” Professor O’Riley said determinately, “I think it’s time we teach you to be aggressive with your Occlemency.”

“Professor?” he questioned, watching her draw her wand.

“Get ready to defend your mind Harry, Legilimens!”

Harry felt himself slip into a swirling vortex of thoughts, as he tried to push everything out of his mind, “NO!”

Professor O’Riley nodded as he feel to his knees from exhaustion from throwing off the curse.

“Again, Legilimens!”

Harry cleared his mind only moments before the curse hit him and he again threw if off.

“AGAIN! Legilimens!”

He didn’t know how much more he could take, he mustered what little will he had left to throw off the curse. Panting from exhaustion he gave Professor O’Riley a pleading look.

“Don’t think Voldemort is going to take pity on you Harry, IMPERIO!”

Harry felt his mind go numb, like he wasn’t in control of his own thoughts anymore.

“Flick yourself on the end of your nose with your wand,” said a mystery voice in his head. He started to lift his wand to do what the voice had commanded him to do, but suddenly stopped.

“I don’t want to flick myself on the end of my nose,” he thought to himself.

Suddenly he found himself face down on the floor, feeling incredibly weak and dizzy.

“Very good Harry,” Professor O’Riley remarked before placing her wand back into her robes.

“You used an unforgivable curse on me.” Harry said as he desperately tried to regain his composure.

“It is better you learn how to defend yourself against it now, than when Voldemort tries to use it against you,” she said flatly, acting as if nothing had happened. “That is all the lesson for tonight. I believe someone is waiting for you in the library.”

“How do you do that?” Harry finally asked, “Professor Dumbledore does it to, how do you read my mind?”

“Some things we can hide, but some things are written on our faces. I just know how to read what is written,” she replied with a grin.

She tossed a vial of green liquid over at Harry, “if some of that Veritaserum gets into a certain students drink, I wouldn’t know anything about it.”

Harry pondered over her words as he made his way to the library, her interest in his love life bothered him, and he couldn’t place why it did. He stared at the vial in his hand, sometimes he wondered who caused more trouble in their day the Marauders or December O’Riley.

The library was crowed as usual, due to the students rushing to get ahead start on their OWLS and NEWTS. He scanned the room searching for Cho, and clinched his fist as he spotted her.

Next to her was Malfoy and his two goones Crabb and Goyle. Cho had her arms across her chest and she looked bitter at her company. “Leave her alone Malfoy,” Harry warned, drawing his wand as he approached.

“Harry,” Cho replied in a voice of relief.

“What are you going to do scar head, put me in a body bind again? If I really wanted to do something to your precious girlfriend I’d use your invisibility cloak,” he spat.

“Give it back,” Harry replied letting the tip of his wand touch Malfoy’s head.

“No,” Malfoy replied rising from his seat, to meet Harry eye to eye.

Cho went to reach for her wand but Crabb grabbed her arm and drew his wand on her.

“I know what you sold your soul too,” Harry said viciously, not wavering from his position.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me Potter,” Malfoy replied.

“Getting into a dual without your point man?” Ron asked appearing behind Harry, wand drawn.

The two didn’t flinch, or break their eye contact. Hermione, Ginny and Neville had joined Ron, daring Malfoy had his followers to make their move.

Malfoy finally broke the staring contest, and nodded to Crabb and Goyle to put up their wand, “you’ll get yours Potter, mark my word.”

“Why don’t you give it to me then,” Harry hissed not moving his wand from the surrendering Malfoy.

“It that a taunt Potter?” Malfoy snapped back.

“I could make your sorry you were ever born, have you ever felt the effect of the Crucio curse?” Harry said dangerously.

Hermione nudged Harry, “what are you doing?”

“So, you want to use one of the Unforgivable curses on me?” Malfoy smirked, “than go ahead, make my day.”

Harry’s face twitched with anger.

“Harry don’t,” Cho begged, as the group watched in anticipation.

“One day Malfoy, it will be you and me, with no walls or teachers to protect you,” Harry said, finally lowering his wand.

“I can’t wait,” Malfoy hissed before leaving with his two goons behind him.

Everyone as speechless, Harry had a look of pure hate boiling behind his emerald eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked Cho, not noticing the expressions of shock on his friends’ faces.

She nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off of him.

Right under your nose,” Harry heard in his head as he looked at her with new eyes.






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