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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimers: see chapter 4.

A/N: �Ere we go. Chapter 6. The cauldron is
certainly thickening (okay, baaaad joke). Nothing to add here, really, except
the usual: Enjoy! :-) and R&R,
please.

Disclosure and Detention

Not having
been taken the grand tour of the place, Anitra asked if one of her friends
could spare her some time. It was particularly the outside that irked her
curiosity as she reckoned she would soon see most of the school rooms. However,
none of the three had vacant hours before lunch, so Harry suggested they take
the lunch with them while they walked the (safe) grounds.

�Great
idea!� Ron cried, � the weather is still warm enough for...>ooff<.� The
redhead bent over in pain. Hermione had just landed a hard fist in his solar
plexus.

�I�m afraid
Ron and I will be busy eating... um... in the Hall. You two have fun, though.�

Anitra
grinned broadly, not deceived for a second. Harry, on the other hand, looked at
Hermione with a flustered expression, not having completely grasped the
situation.

�What? Are
you crazy?� Ron said with disbelief in his voice as soon as Harry and Anitra
had left, �leave those two alone? What if You-Know-Who left her on our doorstep
to assassinate Harry?�

Hermione
looked at her boyfriend with an irritating supercilious look in her dark eyes.

�Dumbledore
would not have left her unguarded
like that if he thought she was going to pull out a sharp sword any time soon.
And if he does have the slightest suspicion,
can can be sure that she is
guarded.�

�Why do you
want them hooked up anyway?�

�I do not �want� them hooked up. I just want
Harry to be happy, and he certainly has his eye on that girl. Besides, it might
stimulate some memories in her.�

�Stimulate
is right,� Ron said, not quite convinced that this whole thing was a good idea.

After
having arranged for doggie bags with delicious lunch bits, Harry and Anitra set
out to sightsee the area. The Boy Who Lived felt excited. It would be great to
show her the Quiddich field and tell her about the rules and the games. There
would soon be practice anyway, and he so hoped she would be there to cheer the
Gryffindor team.

However,
they had only 45 minutes, which was far too short a time to show her
everything. He thought they should eat first and felt that the lake would be a
great place to dine.

Anitra
appeared to be in her own thoughts as they proceeded down the lawn and further
towards the lake. The sun was out, but the breeze made it a bit chilly, so they
both walked on briskly to work up some warmth. She continued to nod politely at
whatever he was saying, until...

... she
froze.

�What? What
is it?� he asked in surprise.

�Those two
children,� she said, her voice leaded with fear, �they are on their way...� She
suddenly started to run.

�Hey! Get away from there! Don�t go near the
water! Look out!�

Anitra was
on her way down to the lake where two kids were walking near the edges of the
water. She was running so fast, adrenalin pumping through her veins, that Harry
had trouble keeping up with her. She reached the children a long time before
Harry arrived, and she hauled them roughly away from the lake�s shore, shaking
them.

�What were
you thinking of?� she cried,
apparently on the verge of tears. �Don�t
you know it is dangerous!!! You could drown!�

The
children looked at her, stunned and a little scared. One of them, the girl,
said timidly, �but we weren�t going into the water, honest � and besides � we
can swim.�

It took a
very firm hand to release those two kids from Anitra�s tense grip. Harry shook
her gently and tried to call her back from wherever her mind had seemed to go.

�They would
have drowned,� she whispered, tears now running down her face. The lubricant
made her eyes glisten like two precious golden jewels.

�Easy,
there,� Harry huffed, still scant of breath from his involuntary and sudden
run, �easy. They�re safe, okay? And so are you.�

She eased
into his arms, her own slack with shock and hanging down her sides, and he
rocked her gently while her head was resting on his shoulder.

�What the
hell was that?� she murmured after a little while, wording Harry�s thoughts to
the letter.

�Let�s go
sit down,� he urged, easing her out of his arms and down onto the turf, their
lunch all forgother to know. Everything. But... he would start with the basics.

How do you
tell a muggle about a magic war anyway?

�Well,� he
said, sighing, �let�s start with my parents... Lily and James Potter...�

*

�Well?�

Professor
Dumbledore was standing in front of the portrait of one of his predecessors.
The person in question had just returned to his frame and was thus a little out
of breath.

�According
to Moaning Myrna, who took a stroll in the water, your young proteg� is now
telling her about his unique position.�

�I see,�
Dumbledore nodded, not appearing anxious at all.

�You don�t
find her preference for Harry alarming after the headache attack Myrna reported
yesterday?�

�That,�
Albus Dumbledore said with infinite calm, �depends on what she tells him!�

*

�Let me get
this straight,� Anitra said, leaning forward, �every time you have had problems
with this Voldie-fella, your scar (she finally pointed at it � apparently she
didn�t find it that impressive) has started hurting you?�

Harry
nodded.

�And...
there�s a war going on? Literally?�

He nodded
again.

She winced,
�I knew somehow this would be about saving the world. This is like a very bad
piece of fanfiction.�

�Fanfiction?�

�Never
mind.�

She sighed
and then fell silent for a moment. Then she spoke again and locked eyes with
him, - like she was demanding the
truth from him.

�Do you
suppose my appearance has anything to do with that Voldie-chap?�

He couldn�t
lie to those eyes. He just couldn�t.

�It could.�

�Oh,...
joy.�

�Listen,�
he said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it for comfort. �We will find out. We
will make it good again, if it was bad. Whatever the connection, we will protect
you and take care of you.�

Anitra
squeezed his hand in return. �Darling boy,� she said softly, �you really are
very, very kind and considerate, you know that?�

Harry
almost retreated in annoyance. He didn�t want to be �kind�...

�And you
have been through so much,� she continued, �that is why... well, I dare almost
not tell you this. But you have to know. I realise that now.�

And she
told him about her sudden migraine attack the previous night.

Dumbledore
leaned back with a sigh of relief.

�Good. She
told him.�

*

�Are we
taking detention together?�

Anitra and
Harry looked at each otin sin surprise. It was 8 o�Clock, right after supper. They
were both standing in front of the dungeon door, waiting for Professor Snape.

�Obviously,�
a voice sneered from behind.

�Since you
care so much about Mr Potter, you will help him for once make an effective
potion.�

The two
students exchanged bemused glances as they entered in tow. Anitra wondered very
much if this development was a result of her report to Dumbledore.

Whatever
the reason for this unexpected demise, Anitra was rather looking forward to
partaking in the makings of some vile substance. She rubbed her hands together
in eager anticipation. Harry, on the other side, looked gloomy. He should have
been thrilled to spend more time with this attractive girl, but instead he very
much feared Snape would do his utmost to embarrass him right in front of her.

Harry
subdued a sigh and positioned himself at a cauldron. Anitra tagged along
and positioned herself next to Harry.

�You�re
looking annoyingly chipper, Miss Anitra. Is it possible that you actually
believe this will be a pleasure?�

She smiled
broadly. �I�ve never contributed to a magical concoction before, Sir. I expect
it to be highly interesting.�

�Well,� Snape
sneered, �let�s see how chipper you feel when I make Potter feed you the
results of your joint efforts tonight.�

�Anitra was
watching his every move, and it occurred to her that he had definite problems
reading the recipe. Now, how hard could it be? Of course, the hovering presence
of Severus Snape didn�t help Harry�s shaking hands much. It was almost as if
Snape was counting on the special effect he had on Harry�s performance. Unable
to watch it anymore, she put her steady hand on his trembling one.

�It�s
simple,� she murmured in a soothing voice, �look at the board. Add the nail,
stir clockwise twice, add the mandrake, stir counter clockwise four times. Then
add one glass of ordinary tap water, touch the cauldron with your wand, count
to five and then add the melted snail.�

Well... it
was rather simple when she put it like that. Harry frowned and asked in a very
subdued voice. �Could... you run that by me again?�

She did,
... and watched in fascination how brilliantly purple the fumes turned.
Apparently the potion was a success, judging from the sour face of their
teacher.

Unable to
resist a feeble attempt to put him down, Snape stopped Harry on his way out of
the dungeon. �Well, well, Potter � impossible for you to make a decent potion
without a female cook by your side?�

The remark
didn�t have the desired effect; before Harry could take offense, Anitra lit up
in a blinding smile and exclaimed: �Cook! What if I was a cook?�

Harry
turned around, having forgotten all about Snape�s insult. �At your age? Surely
not.�

�Then maybe
mum was a cook and taught me.�

�Maybe,� he
smiled back, glad to help her find one more missing e toe to the puzzle. They
left the dungeon, chatting amicably with happy voices. Professor Snape remained
behind, silently letting his intense hatred for the boy eat him alive from
inside.

... and
there was something else.

Snape
rolled up his sleeve and rubbed his arm.

It was
getting clearer and hotter. Dumbledore must be told immediately.

*

Harry and
Anitra went quickly through the corridors, ignoring the hushing picturho
ho
thought they were altogether too noisy at this time of hour. Anitra was giggling
at the memory of Snape�s intense disappointment.

�Poor guy.
He really must hate you an awful lot, Harry.�

�He does,
rather,� Harry had to admit.

�And to
think he doesn�t even bother to hide it. What the hell did you do to him?�

�Not I,
really. My father.�

�Your
father?�

�Yes. They
attended the school at the same time, you see.�

Anitra put
her lips together and blew a low-tuned whistle. Her action made Harry�s stomach
lurch. Wow, that looked so... lovely
lips! If he could just... he was diverted by her next remark.

�I�m
beginning to see. I bet your dad was like any other smart arse adolescence
boy.�

�How... how
did you know?�

�They�re
all like that. And the popular ones are the worst lot. They need to show off
all the time.�

Harry felt
bewildered. Who could know so much at the age of 15? Something didn�t add up.
Not having noticed his puzzlement, she went on in the same track of thought.

�Then I
suppose Snape�s behaviour today is a reflection of his experi.... Harry, what
is it?�

Harry had
stopped very suddenly in the middle of the gathering hall. He seemed to be
staring into nothingness. Anitra briefly wondered if he had seen a ghost �
wouldn�t surprise her at all, in fact.

�The Mirror of Erised.� he said slowly.

�Bless
you,� she said.

�No, no,�
he turned enthusiastic eyes at her. They looked like an emerald dam with tiny
golden fish popping up to say hi. �The Mirror of Erised is a mirror that will
show you your heart�s desire!�

�Oh,� she
said, still none the wiser. But he didn�t waste time explaining her things. He
hadn�t described his run-in with Professor Quirrell in details, so for her to
fully understand the mirror�s potential he would have to start the story all
over again, and that would take too long.

�We need to
see Dumbledore,� he said, taking her hand without waiting for her consent.

*

Somewhere.
Not even close to Hogwarts Grounds, a Death Eater bowed to his master. He wore
a torn cloak, and blood marred his otherwise beautiful face. His white gold
hair was hanging in dirty strands and his cold grey eyes had a glazed look.
Next to him, a tall woman with black hair kneeled into the same position. Common
for them both was a certain burning sensation in their lower arm where the dark
mark had come alive with a terrifying intensity.

The shape
in front of them narrowed its fire red eyes and extended a skeleton hand.

�I have
called you. I may need your faithful help before the moon is changing.�

�We aim to
service you, Mylord,� their voices droned in perfect unison.

�It is not
going according to plan. It may still, but I need you as my plan B.�

�Always,
oh, Dark Lord.�

The skinny
man with the reptilian face and the burning eyes smiled a gruesome smile.
Dumbledore thought he had it all under control, did he? A hoarse sound that
some extraordinarily optimistic person might interpret as laughter escaped the
terrible mouth.

Dumbledore
thought.....

*

TBC

Coming up
next: The Mirror of Erised. Quiddich fever. The willow with an attitude. Confronting
a trauma.
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- 6
- 7
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