Packing his things hastily away in the boys dormitory located in one of the tallest towers in Hogwarts School Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry was startled when Professor McGonagall lightly opened the door and entered. "If you would come with me Mr. Potter, the Headmaster would like to speak with you immediately."
Harry scratched the back of his neck and followed her into the office he had been in several times before, and sat.
"He'll be but a moment." She pursed her lips and shut the door behind her.
A few minutes past by when the grey wizard entered the office and smiled gently taking a seat in his great chair. "Harry, I know tomorrow everyone will be leaving here for holiday, and you are waiting to spend your summer with the Weasleys; but I need to ask you a favor." Harry nodded in understanding and waited quietly for him to continue. "Emma Cooper needs the help of the ministry, but is receiving none. I fear for her, and her family's life."
"Is she a muggle?" Harry asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
Dumbledore made no move to answer the question but instead peered over his gold rimmed spectacles, his eyes somewhat dulled. "She has incredible power, Harry, more than she or anyone else knows. Which is the way it needs to stay for now."
"But what does this have to do with me?"
He stood to his feet and strode to a peculiar mirror, staring at him in the reflection. "Voldemort will soon find out who she is and will kill her." He turned to him and spoke with a strong but anxious voice. "I need you to protect her over the summer, until the time is right."
"Are you mad?!" Harry shouted, his own voice deceiving him.
Dumbledore let out a small chuckle and answered. "Some people think so. I do believe Molly called me that when I told her what was to be asked of you."
"Professor," He sputtered, the wheels in his head turning. "Why would you send me to do this, when there are order members who can do a lot better job than me?"
"Because, I feel you are ready for the responsibly and it would be wise for you to befriend Miss Cooper."
Harry sighed and pushed himself back into the seat, defiantly. "Why would Voldemort even what to kill her?"
"She is uncommonly gifted for a muggle or even a witch. When she is trained her capabilities will be endless. Voldemort will either take her to his side of this war or bring death to her doorstep." The Headmaster straightened his glasses on his long crooked nose and continued. "My guess is he'll be sending one of his followers."
The Gryffindor nodded and got to his feet. "When do I leave?"
Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor tower and found his friends who were waiting eagerly by a booming fire. He collapsed on the couch and with little prodding, told them what Dumbledore wanted.
"Oh, great, so now I have to put up with Hermione all by myself?" Ron commented to lighten the subject, resulting in a gab in the ribs from Hermione. "Ouch!" Ron yelped.
"Put up with me?" Hermione shrieked, her temper flaring. "You're the one who . . . "
Dumbledore wouldn't sent him into any real danger, would he?
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