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Anitra's Dance	By : ceceng Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Disclaimers: The entire Harry Potter universe is J.K.
Rowlings � I�m just messing around. Anitra remains mine, though.

A/N: Cheers for the kind reviews, people. I�m just
sorry that I�m killing you � I had hoped my readers would survive this � LOL. ;-)

So... to
prevent more deaths among you, I give you Chapter 10. I hope you enjoy it � and
believe it or not: we are getting
closer to the end and the resolution.

Warning: anyone who thoroughly dislikes anal sex,
should stop right here!

him, he would have the advantage and Harry would die. So he would
have to create his own advantage. That meant planning it in advance, it meant
doing premeditated killing. It meant murder.

An icy
feeling rushed through Harry. Him. A murderer. His parents had been murdered.
At some point he had thought Sirius had betrayed them, and he had been fully
ready to kill him right there and then. But he hadn�t, fortunately. The feeling
of killing Sirius had been a spontaneous urge based on raging emotions. He knew
that Voldemort had dealt the fatal blow to both his parents. Would that be
enough fuel for him to plan the murder of the Dark Lord?

He shivered.
Couldn�t he just � subdue him?

The instant
he thought the thought, he knew it to be impossible. Not only the prophecy went
against this � history did. He had been subdued once before. He would not make
that mistake again. And even if he did, Voldemort would recover and return �
again, and again, and again.

Harry
shivered harder. Partly, however, because he was on his way into Snape�s
dungeon for his potions class. Thank god he had Anitra by his side.

For once
the class had been tolerable. Snape hadn�t been nearly as vengeful as he
usually was. Clearly, something was on his mind, for he often passed Harry
without even trying to put him down. His head was drooping, his eyes glued to
the floor and his movements fluent and vacant.

That
something was not as it should be, was evident from the fact that the Potions
Master actually asked Anitra to stay behind.

�Uh-uuuh,�
her fellow students said to her with an expression that more than anything
relayed: Better you than me. But both Harry and Anitra had the distinct
impression that he was not holding her back because of an impending detention
or a swift removal of the total storage of their house points.

�Tell me
later,� Harry mouthed as they shared a glance before she turned to address
Snape.

�So!� she
said briskly, �what did you want to talk to me about?�. She sat down on top of
one of the tables, legs crossed. Snape stirred. Why was her behaviouwaysways so
incompatible? But a burning on his arm pulled him back to the problem at hand �
literally. He went to her and placed himself quite close to her.

�Miss
Anitra,� he said, meeting her golden eyes without wavering, �do you feel
anything while I�m standing this close to you?�

Anitra�s
face had probably never conveyed as much surprise as it did at this moment.
Probably. But how could she possibly know for sure?

Snape
blinked at her unexpected facial expression, not quite able to interpret it.

�Well?�

�Um...�
Anitra said with a dry mouth, �what... exactly.... do you mean? Do I feel
anything...?�

�Do you
feel a migraine coming up?� he said slowly and clearly as if speaking to a
particularly dense child.

Oh!

Why would
she feel a migraine at this particular moment?o:p>

�Should we
alert Dumbledore?�

Harry
shrugged. �It could just be a piece of
glass reflecting the moon. We should check it out from a safe distance before
we trouble the Headmaster.�

*

Anitra and
Harry entered the Gryffindor common room slightly out of breath. Neville�s jaw
dropped to the floor uncerimoniously. Ron looked at them with a wicked grin;
appaly tly they looked somewhat ruffled. And Hermione pinned them with a
slightly exasperated look that said �where-have-you-been-what-have-you-been-doing-and-what-if-you-got-caught�.

Harry
started without preamble.

�Anitra and
I need to check something out, and we need someone to divert Mr Filch and Mrs
Norris.�

Words
guaranteed to ensure silence. Until Neville spoke, sulkingly.

�I got it,
I got it. I�ll be the live bait.�

Anitra went
to him and kissed him soundly, somewhat to the mild annoyance of Harry.

�Cheers,
dearie. Don�t hurt yourself, now.�

The cause
and the plan were explained hastily and efficiently. Anitra got the distinct
impression that the three of them had done somet sim similar before. Neville
would attract Filch�s and the cat�s attention. Hermione would stand back and
watch the development, and the second it was safe to go, she would signal them
from the top of the second staircase. Ron, Anitra and Harry would then sneak
out underneath the Invisibility Cloak. They would hoot as an owl three times
and one time when they got back, thus signalling to Neville that he was at it
again. Then everything would be performed in reverse.

Simple.

Poor
Neville.

*

The plan
worked like a charm � so to speak. As soon as a flustered Neville came racing
by with Filch and Mrs Norris close on his heels, Hermione gave the signal and
the three of them proceeded to leave the school. Anitra, who was amazingly
spatially gifted, had noticed the angle and direction of the flash and led the
way over grass and turf. They were moving awkwardly despite the enlargement
spell Harry had subjected his trusted cloak to, compliments to the lack of any
light. The moon was their only means of illumination. The night was still and
cold, and the only sound that could be heard was Ron�s clattering teeth which
wasn�t due to the chilly air.

�Anitra,�
Harry whispered, �as soon as you have pointed the final bit of direction, you
stay put behind a bush or something. I don�t want you exposed to any risk in
case we�re dealing with a dangerous object.�

�Sweet,�
she whispered back, �but that�s not really up to you, dear.�

Ron, even
through his clattering teeth, couldn�t help thinking that this exchange of
words would have been completely the other way round had it been between
Hermione and himself.

Three pairs
of soggy socks later they arrived very close to the flash. It was clearly a
reflection. Every time the moon was free of the clouds, the object flashed at
them with the same intensity as the moonlight. One more hill and the mystery
would be witin their range of vision.

Anitra was
the first to see it. She squinted her eyes and declared:

�Well, it�s
a mirror all right.�

*

TBC

Next
chapter: The fondest wish... or is it?
- 9
- 10
- 11
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