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The Phoenix Rises	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 44621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The next morning Harry noticed that Draco stayed in bed with
the curtains drawn until everyone but Harry and Ron had dressed and left.� Harry felt bad and didn�t quite know what to
do for Draco.

�Draco, hurry up or you�ll be late for breakfast,� Harry called
out and pulled the curtains back.�

Draco was awake and sitting upright.� �I�m not hungry,� he answered softly.

Harry crossed his arms and sighed.� He couldn�t say he was surprised by Draco�s
behavior.� The blond had proved time and
time again that he was a bit of a coward.�
�Draco, get up now,� he ordered.�
�You�re not in Slytherin anymore.�
They�ll come around eventually.�

Draco stared at Harry in surprise for a second, but slowly
crawled out of bed as ordered.� Harry
looked very pleased with himself as he led the way down to the Great Hall.

There was more staring, but Harry reminded Draco that most
of it was probably directed at him.�
Harry was �The Chosen one� after all.� It was
annoying, but Harry was used to unwanted attention.� He�d been dealing with it since his first
year.

The Heads of Houses were busy handing out the class
schedules for the year.� The sixth years
were done last because it was a bit more complicated for them.� They�d signed up at the end of the previous
year for the classes they wanted to continue taking, but of course whether or
not they were allowed to take those subjects depended on their O.W.L�s.�

Professor McGonagall made her way through her students one
by one.� She stopped at Draco and paused
for a second.� �Welcome to Gryffindor,�
she said stiffly.�

�Thanks,� Draco mumbled, not looking up at her.� He stared at his hands while she compared his
list of desired classes to his O.W.L�s.�

�Malfoy�.� she sighed.�
�Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions, and Charms� all
fine.� However, you only received an
Acceptable in Transfiguration, so I don�t think I can let you in to my N.E.W.T
class.��

Draco frowned, but nodded.�
He�d never really wanted to take Transfiguration anyway, and he�d never
really tried very hard in class.�
McGonagall made his schedule with a wave of her wand and handed it to
him.

He waited for Harry since he wasn�t eager to walk through
the halls by himself just yet.� Harry was
cleared for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, and
Charms.� �I thought you wanted to be an Auror
Potter,� McGonagall frowned.� �But you
didn�t sign up for Potions.�

�I did,� Harry nodded.�
�But I didn�t think I�d be able to take Potions.� I only received an Exceeds Expectations on my
O.W.L.�

�That would certainly have been true if Professor Snape were
still teaching the subject, but Professor Slughorn would happily take you.� Why don�t you go ahead and take Potions.�

�But, Professor, I don�t have the book or any potion
ingredients,� Harry protested.

�I�m sure Professor Slughorn will have a spare book to lend
you until your father can get you what you need.�

�All right,� Harry nodded.�
The idea of taking Potions again didn�t exactly give Harry a warm and
fuzzy feeling, but at least Snape wouldn�t be teaching it.�

Ron was put into all the same subjects as Harry. It seemed
the only time Draco would have to worry about being away from Harry would be
when Harry and Ron were in Transfiguration.�
The year before it had seemed such a pointless class, but now, Draco
found himself wishing he�d tried a little harder.�

Their first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts.� To the casual observer, Professor Snape would
have seemed happy, and maybe a little smug.�
But Draco knew his godfather well, and something was wrong.�

After Snape gave a small speech about the Dark Lord being
back again and talked about the Dark Arts, he paused and gave a sad sigh.� �Before we begin today�s lesson, I would like
to take this moment to regretfully inform you that I will not be your teacher
the entire year.� I will be here until
mid-February, and then Professor Potter will return.�

So something was wrong.�
Draco made a mental note to find out what it was later.� Right then he had to concentrate on the day�s
lesson, which was silent casting.� It
wasn�t an easy thing to do, and of course no one succeeded. ��

Draco was paired up with Ron, and once in a while he glanced
over at Harry, who was paired with Neville.�
Poor Neville�s face was turning deep purple with effort.

At the end of class they were given an assignment to do and
sent on their way.� Hermione had to go to
Arithmancy, so the three boys headed back to the common room for their free
period.� They worked a little on their
first assignment, but didn�t get very far.

Potions was a little more interesting.� Professor Slughorn introduced them to a few
advanced potions, and then set them to brewing the Draught of Living
Death.� Whoever brewed the best potion
would win a bottle of Felix Felicis, which was a luck potion.�

Harry and Ron approached the Professor and explained the
situation.� Slughorn handed them two old
beat up books and told them they could use the school�s ingredients until they
could order some.

The students soon found out that N.E.W.T level potions were
going to be extremely difficult.� Even
Hermione was having trouble.� But Harry
discovered that if he followed the notes that had been sloppily scribbled in
his book he got perfect results.� He of
course won the luck potion.

Hermione was flabbergasted and demanded to know how Harry
had done it.� He waited until they were
alone to show her and the others the book.�
Draco was the only one who thought it was a good thing.� Ron and Hermione were suspicious of a book
with things handwritten by an unknown person in it.� Harry refused to get rid of it though.

The rest of the week didn�t get any easier.� Other Professors started trying to teach them
silent casting as well.� And the homework
was piled on.� Harry was made Quidditch
Captain, but he wasn�t sure when he would be able to hold team tryouts.

That Saturday Dumbledore asked Harry to come for his first
private lesson.� They�d talked about
private lessons when the Headmaster picked Harry and Draco up from Grimmauld
Place, but Harry was never told what these private
lessons would be about.

Harry left for Dumbledore�s office feeling excited, but came
back hours later deep in thought.� Ron,
Hermione, and Draco were waiting up for him.�
�So, what�d he teach you?� Ron asked.

�He showed me my grandfather,� Harry said quietly as he
plopped down on the couch.� He�s teaching
me about Voldemort, and he used his Pensive to take me into a memory of this
run down shack. Voldemort�s family lived there, and I saw his father too.� His mother had a baby that was just�� Harry couldn�t find the words to describe the
squalor the entire family had lived in.�
The baby was horribly neglected.�
�Dumbledore said that shortly after that memory the baby was taken.�

�And the baby was You-Know-Who?� Ron asked.

�No, the baby was my grandfather.� My great grandparents were brother and sister
because their father was of the opinion that no other bloodline was good enough
to mix with theirs.�

A shiver ran down Draco�s spine.� He�d grown up with pureblood customs, and it
wasn�t uncommon for cousin�s to marry, but brother and sister was just
sick.� �Oh Harry�.�

Harry gave his friends a weak smile.� �I know, it�s gross, but my gene pool seems
to have evened out.� I can�t change it,
so I might as well accept it.�

The four of them stayed up pretty late talking about Harry�s
private lessons and wondering why Dumbledore thought it was important for him
to know about Voldemort�s past.� They all
found it interesting that Voldemort�s mother had used a love potion on a Muggle.

Harry held tryouts the next Saturday.� A bunch of people showed up, some of them
weren�t even Gryffindors.� Slowly but
surely Harry sorted through everyone and put together what he hoped would be a
decent team.�

Draco didn�t try out, but rather sat in the stands and watched
with Hermione.� He admired the way Harry
handled things.� Draco would�ve
completely lost it if he�d been captain.�
He actually liked not being anything other than a student.� He never did well under pressure.

The tryouts took until mid afternoon.� After that they went to go see Hagrid who had
been avoiding them since he�d found out none of them were taking Care of
Magical Creatures.� Hagrid was grumpy at
first, but then they found out that Aragog, the giant spider, was ill, which no
doubt had something to do with the half-giant�s mood.�

They stayed until dinner.�
Harry had to eat and then go serve detention with Snape.� It seemed Professor Snape was getting moodier
by the day, and he was coming down hard on Harry again, though he wasn�t
singling Harry out anymore.�

They ran into Professor Slughorn who invited Harry and
Hermione to another party.� Harry had to
decline because of his detention, though Slughorn said he�d try to get Snape to
postpone it.� Harry didn�t think Snape
would go for that, and in fact he was right.��
�

When Harry showed up for his detention he could�ve sworn
Snape looked a little pale.� �Did you
really think you would be able to get out of detention because you were invited
to a party Mr. Potter?� he scowled.

�Wasn�t my idea,� Harry mumbled.�

Harry�s punishment was to polish desks.� He glanced at Snape every few minutes, and
the older man seemed to look a little worse each time.� �Are you all right Sir?� he asked after a few
hours.

�No,� Snape said as he wiped a few beads of sweat off his
forehead.�

Harry was about to ask him what was wrong when Snape fell
forward clutching his stomach.� His face
was contorted in pain.� Harry stood and
stared, not knowing what to do.

�Get Professor McGonagall,� Snape grunted, his breath coming
in labored gasps.� �NOW!� he roared when
Harry didn�t move.

Harry took off running as fast as he could toward
McGonagall�s office.� He knocked
frantically on her door, hoping she was there.�
She answered in a few moments.�
�Can I help you Mr. Potter?�

�It�s Professor Snape�� he said between pants.� �There�s something wrong with him.�

�Thank you Mr. Potter.�
Now go back to Gryffindor Tower,�
she instructed before hurrying off.

Harry did as he was told.�
Even though he�d never really liked Snape he couldn�t help but wonder if
he was going to be okay.� He wondered if
Draco would know what was wrong

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A/N:� I know it looks
bad, but this is another one of those cliffies.� If the next chapter goes as planned I think
all of you Snape lovers will be pleased.�
Keep the reviews coming, my muse needs fed.�

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