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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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Harry woke some time during the night.� He was in the Hospital Wing beside Ron, who
was awake and handed him his glasses.�
�Thanks,� Harry mumbled and put them on.

�Do you remember what happened?� Ron asked.

Harry had to think for a moment.� �I remember the Bludger coming at me��

�Yeah, it cracked your skull, but Madame Pomfrey said you�re
gonna be fine.� Does your head hurt?�

�A little,� Harry answered.�
It was then that he noticed a still form in one of the beds on the other
side of the room.� �Someone else get
hurt?�

Ron nodded.� �McLaggen.�

Harry couldn�t hold back his smile.� �What happened?� he asked, gleefully
imagining the entire team ganging up on the boy.

�Draco,� Ron answered.

�Draco?� Harry repeated the name, raising an eyebrow.�

Ron nodded.� �Yeah,
Draco messed him up bad after the match.�
No one knows exactly what Draco did to him, but there was lots of
blood,� Ron said, looking a little queasy at the memory.

Harry was quiet for a few moments.� �Where�s Draco now?�

�McGonagall took him and Mr. Malfoy to her office.� Draco is in big trouble.�

Harry laid back and stared at the ceiling.� Draco hadn�t been kidding about being
protective, and Harry found himself wishing he could go see the blond and thank
him.�

Both Harry and Ron were released from the Hospital Wing on
Monday morning.� Hermione came to escort
them down to breakfast.� One good thing
that had come from Ron being poisoned was that he and Hermione were friends
again.�

They ran into Lavender who did not look happy.� Harry braced himself for a bad reaction from
Hermione, but it didn�t come.� Instead
she grinned and kept walking with Harry when Ron went to try to soothe his
angry girlfriend.

Draco was waiting for them at the Gryffindor table.� Harry sat down beside him with a wide
grin.� �Draco, do you have any plans
tonight after dinner?�

Draco nodded and frowned.�
�Yeah, I have detention every night for the next two weeks�.�

Harry took Draco�s hand and gazed into his eyes.� �Then I�ll have to ask you now.� Draco, will you� will you be my boyfriend?�

Draco�s silver eyes went wide and he looked like he was
about to cry.� He lunged at Harry and
their lips collided in a hot passionate kiss, Draco�s arms wrapping around
Harry and pulling him close.� The whole
room was staring at them, but neither boy cared.

Harry pulled back.� �I
take that as a yes,� he laughed.

Draco nodded enthusiastically.� Ron came in with Lavender then.� They sat together, but neither looked happy. ��Hermione on the other hand, looked thrilled.

Harry�s next lesson with Dumbledore was that evening.� He�d failed to get the memory from Slughorn,
and it was truly amazing just how guilty the Headmaster could make him feel
without even saying anything.� Dumbledore
told Harry again just how important it was to get that memory, and there
wouldn�t be any more lessons until he did.

There were two more memories he wanted Harry to view.� One was from a house elf.� It showed Tom Riddle as a young man visiting
a witch to buy things from her for Borgin and Burkes.� Harry was surprised at how humble and
charming Voldemort had seemed back then.�
Harry never would have guessed that the charming young man before him
could ever become the monster he knew as Voldemort.

The second memory took place many years later.� Harry found himself standing in the
Headmaster�s office, which didn�t look much different than it did in the
present.� The Dumbledore sitting behind
the desk didn�t look that different either.�
His beard wasn�t as long, and he had a few less wrinkles, but other than
that it was the same Dumbledore.

But when Voldemort entered the room he looked quite a bit
different.� He didn�t look like the human
serpent that Harry knew in the present, nor the handsome young man from the
other memories.� He looked� empty�� His skin had a waxy pale appearance, and his
eyes were cold and dead.�

Harry watched as Voldemort asked for the Defense Against the
Dark Arts teaching position.� Dumbledore
didn�t give in though.� He knew Voldemort
had a hidden agenda.

Harry jumped a little when the door at the back of the room
opened and a dark haired boy wearing pajamas walked out.� He reminded Harry a lot of himself when he
was around six or seven, and he concluded that the boy must be his father.

�Papa, I had a bad dream,� the boy said as he walked right
up to Dumbledore.� He opened his mouth to
say more, but then he noticed the other man in the room.� He took a step back, but Harry saw that there
was no fear in his father�s eyes, only recognition and repulsion.

Dumbledore looked down at young James sternly.� �James, I�m in the middle of something.� What did I tell you about bursting into my
office like that?�

�Sorry Papa,� James frowned.�
�But you said-�

�Never mind what I said,� Dumbledore cut him off.� Whatever James was going to say was clearly
something Dumbledore didn�t want Voldemort to hear.� �Go wait in my room and we�ll talk about it
when I�m through here.�

James bit his lip, but turned around and left without
another word.� �I didn�t know you had a
child,� Voldemort said as soon as James was out of the room.� �I didn�t even know you were seeing anyone.�

�I�m not,� Dumbledore said, quickly downing his drink.� �James is an orphan I adopted.� I kept the whole thing quiet, so I�m not
surprised you didn�t know.�

�You adopted an orphan?� Voldemort said, his features
twisting a little to reflect his anger.

�Yes,� Dumbledore nodded.�
�I was never able to have a child of my own, and at my age, well, I got
a little lonely.� But enough about me and
my life.� It�s getting late, and you should
probably return to your� friends��

�Is that the brat who caused all the trouble a few years
back?� Voldemort asked, not wanting to let the subject drop.� It was blatantly obvious that the idea of
Dumbledore adopting an orphan really bothered him.

�I don�t see how that�s any of your business,� Dumbledore
replied coldly.� Harry could tell
Dumbledore was worried and trying to hide it, and that unnerved him.

�Very well then,� Voldemort backed down and left without
another word.

The room darkened and when everything came back into focus
Dumbledore was pacing the room, worry etched on his face.� Both Harry and Dumbledore jumped at the knock
on the door.� �Come in,� Dumbledore
called out.

The door entered and the man Harry remembered as the bar
tender of the Hog�s Head Inn entered, dragging James behind him.� �I�m assuming this belongs to you,� he
said.�

Dumbledore let out a relieved sigh.� �Thank gods!�
Thank you, Aberforth.� Where was
he?�

�Spying on a few of my patrons.�

Dumbledore frowned and glared at James, who was hiding
behind the man Dumbledore had just called Aberforth.� James peeked out from behind him with sad
puppy eyes.� �I love you Papa.�

Dumbledore�s face softened a little.� �That�s not going to work forever you
know.� Off to bed with you.�

James scrambled back through the doorway at the back of the
room.� Moments later Harry found himself
back in the present.� �He was spying on
Death Eaters wasn�t he?� Harry asked.

�Yes,� Dumbledore answered.�
�That was the day Voldemort became very interested in your father, and
vice-versa unfortunately.� He was a
handful your father.� He was the cause of
all my gray hairs,� the Headmaster chuckled.

�Do you think Voldemort really wanted the job?� Harry asked,
trying to make sense of everything.

Dumbledore nodded.� �I
believe he did.� You see, ever since that
day, I haven�t been able to keep a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for
more than a year.

�Do you know why?�

�I have ideas, but that�s all I�ll say until you get that
memory.� It�s the last piece of the
puzzle.�

Harry was more determined than ever to get the memory from
Slughorn, but he wasn�t sure how he was going to do it.� He headed back to Gryffindor
Tower deep in thought.� Draco hadn�t returned from detention yet, so
Harry sat in the common room and waited up for him.

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