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Hogwarts, A Mystery	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes:

Send me some love!!!!
It's the rainy season and on Sunday is my music recital for my students!!!
They're all jet set and ready but ofcourse as a teacher, I still feel nervous for all of them.
I know how much hardwork they've put through.
Please send us some good will and prayers that it all goes well!!!!!

Before my weekend goes crazy and busy, here is a chapter!
Lots of love from my end of the world and my cup of coffee.
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Chapter Five
Apparitions

The Quidditch afternoon try-outs had been ceremoniously cancelled in due to what has happened at Trelawney’s office that had spread in news like wildfire.

It took a few hours to clear away and clean Trelawney’s office and by the end of it, students already knew or had their own versions of what could have happened.

“Maybe it was the two Slytherins that she reprimanded the other day.”
“Or perhaps it was some of the Gryffindors since they were the last to have class with her, isn’t that right?
“How about the new teacher? I heard she’s been fighting off every other faculty.”
“Maybe Snape? I heard that the other day the two of them were arguing before they left the Great Hall because professor Trelawney was asking Snape for something.”

“No one saw me.” Harry quietly muttered at the two in the Common Room as the rest of the classes were cancelled because of what happened.

He had just revealed that right before Laura had stalked out of the room, he had caught and overheard some of the conversation they had in the room because of what he left in the classroom

“Well make sure that nobody saw you.” Hermione snapped at him rolling her eyes after his revelation. “Because it’s very easy to point things at us.”

Harry nodded at her, recalling in his mind what he had heard.

He didn’t her much.
But he did the last bits of Laura and Snape’s argument.

“You’re saying they know one another?” Ron asked him skeptically.
“Seems so.” Harry answered him. “I mean, he called her in her name. Do you think we should ask Lupin?”
“How about we don’t meddle on that?” Hermione suggested sarcastically closing the book she was reading.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ron asked him with a look about his face.

“Nothing.” Hermione said. “I just want to finish this year without getting any of us killed or harmed in any way because of all these meddling we always do.”

Harry’s eyes moved to her and an ache in his heart passed.

Hermione’s features quickly softened and she gave Harry an apologetic look.

“Harry.” Hermione quickly said but Harry had quickly gathered his things from the couch. “That’s not what I meant-“

“It’s okay.” Harry muttered not looking her in the eye. “I get what you mean. I’ll take a nap. I’m finishing a research later for professor Flitwick.”

And without another word, Harry left the two of them in the Common Room and made his way to the boys’ dormitory banging the door behind him.

“Way to go, Hermione.” Ron sarcastically told her going back to the parchment he had been writing on.

Hermione’s eyes turned dark at his direction.

“How about you do that research yourself?” Hermione angrily said and without warning, she threw back a small pile of parchment from her side towards Ron’s direction and then stalked her way up at the girls’ dormitory leaving Ron open mouthed and alone by the Common Room.

Sunday..

When Sunday afternoon arrived, Hermione and Ron had pushed Friday night’s arguments with Harry away from their minds.

Hermione offered to do both of their last assignments and essay writing on two subjects. Ron jumped at the opportunity and gave her his homeworks; Harry, however, refused it. Although he wasn’t as angry nor as pissed the other night at both of them, he spent most of his time that weekend at the library, studying alone in a corner.
Lupin had left that weekend and Hagrid was too busy with work at the grounds of the castle. While Hagrid was busy, Lupin was nowhere for Harry to talk to. He was about to write to him a letter, when he realized that he didn’t know where Lupin would be staying anyway.

He had thought of talking to Cho Chang again, but then realized that he didn’t want to talk to her and that it was just out of boredom he’d like to talk to her. He realized, he wanted to be alone.

To be alone in the end of the library or in the corner of the Common Room staring at the picture of the original Order of the Phoenix – staring at the picture of his mother, father and his godfather.

Monday..

“Harry! Oliver’s asking me to give this to you!”

Harry turned and saw Ginny running towards him.

Breakfast at the Great Hall just finished and everyone was making their way to their classes already.

“He’s still here?” Harry asked slightly confused. “I though he left already?”
“No.” Ginny breathlessly answered handing him a small chart. “Oliver’s staying until Friday’s first match of the season. He wanted to check ‘the new breeds’ as he called it. Apparently, the first half of the try-outs wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted to see them in real action.”

Harry nodded at him in understanding and told Ginny he’ll see her later at lunch.

Reading through the chart, Harry had just then thought and realized how many people were going to watch the first match on Friday.

Ron told them that Mrs. Weasley sent him a letter and warned the three of them to behave as some “Ministry Officials” will be arriving the coming Friday to meet with the headmaster and in lieu of it, the newly pardoned Lucius Malfoy was rumored to be coming with them.

Harry scoffed at the news.

It was as if he wasn’t with the rest of the murders at the Department of Mysterious the previous year.

What many can truly do.

Or rather, what influences that Dark Lord has now that he was growing back to position and power.

Lupin was staying as well.

Despite that he didn’t give details, Lupin seemed to have gotten tired of Harry’s questioning that he was forced to tell him that he was staying at Hogwarts for a few weeks with Bill in guise of a research for Magical Creatures with Hagrid and him for a few ‘academic research’ that could only be provided by the Hogwarts library.

Apparently, both are at Hogwarts under the headmaster’s orders for Order of the Phoenix work.

Hermione suggested however that it was very obvious that the headmaster had been worried of Harry’s safety that he has decided on bringing in Order members as extra protection for the school.

And although Harry wanted to believe this, since the school year began, he hasn’t seen the headmaster up close or was ever able to see him and ask him about any news from the Order and any progress from the Order’s movements against the Dark Lord Voldemort.

In Harry’s personal opinion, he felt that after what has happened at the Department of Mysteries last year, the headmaster no longer trusts him in regards of anything that has to do with the Order and their move against Voldemort.

Harry strode faster knowing that he might be late again for the next class like the last time.

And he was doing well minding his own business when at the last corner that he turned, he saw Draco Malfoy standing alone at the far end of the corridor and seemingly talking, well to himself.

Harry quickly hid at the nearest alcove and stared.

Draco was standing with his wand in his hand and the other against the wall, eyes closed and muttering something.

Then he opened his eyes and slowly backed away from the wall and when he was sure that nobody was watching him, he quickly pocketed his wand and turned to the other direction.

Harry stared for a few minutes and waited to make sure that Draco was gone.

Getting himself out of his hiding spot, Harry wondered and slowly walked towards where Draco had been.

His eyes slightly widened.

He was at the corridor where the ‘Come and Go’ room appeared and disappeared.

Harry walked closer to the wall, touching it with his fingertips and wondering to himself.

Draco had obviously been from the Room of Requirements.

But why?

What would Draco Malfoy need in the Room of Requirement?

What was he hiding?

Harry took his wand out in a seeming attempt of reopening the Room of Requirement with reluctance and all the memories of last year.

He held his wand, hand gently shaking as he sighed heavily.

He closed his eyes and was about to desire what he wanted for the room to be when out of the blue he felt something strange, cold and fast came around him.

“Who’s there?!” he called out in a sudden and somewhat fearful tone.

He looked around him and found the whole corridor empty.

He stood still, wand in hand and listened carefully for any sound.

Nothing.

He looked back against the wall and before he could even decide what to do next, he heard it.

A humming melody.

It was soft, gentle and melodious in a familiar tone.

Harry turned his head at either sides of the corridor looking for the source of the sound as he backed away from the wall.

Both ends were empty except for himself.

“Who’s there!” he called out angrily wand still at hand. “Show yourself!”

Harry waited as the humming melody slowly died.

And then to his horror, at the very end of the corridor where he stood he could swear that he was seeing a mist-like figure seemingly floating and slithering along the end of the corridor towards the other direction.

He stood, frozen at the spot eyes wide.

He wasn’t sure why he felt and knew it, but he was goddamn sure it wasn’t a ghost.

No, ghosts were supposed to be completely transparent.

And though this one was seemingly transparent, there was something else like some distinct yet blurry colour it has.

From his distance, he couldn’t tell what it was but it was slowly gliding like the ghosts in the Muggle world that he knew of.

Something wasn’t right.

His heart was pumping fast, there was something that wasn’t just scary about the figure but something akin to foreboding about it.

And then without warning and in a blink, it had suddenly disappeared.

Harry cleared his eyes several times but he was very alone again in the corridor.

“What the…” Harry muttered as he started to walk to the direction where he saw the figure.

He walked faster by the moment towards its direction and where it had disappeared.

But before he could even reached it, he passed a corridor and a voice sharp and loud came.

“Potter!”

Harry skidded to a halt, alarmed and surprised at the voice.

He turned a saw Laura coming out from the shadows and folding her arms across her chest as she walked towards him.

Her black boots were clicking as she walked to him and the deep, dark red long-sleeved Muggle clothing intimidated him for some reason.

“Professor!” Harry breathlessly said almost relieved to see her and see someone else in that corridor.

“Why are you here?” she asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

Harry stared at her unsure if she saw what he did.

“Did you see that?” Harry asked her unable to stop himself. “Did you see it?”

“See what?” she asked walking to him, eyes sharp at his direction.

Harry stared around them but it was completely empty except for the two of them.

“The..” Harry began unsure how to describe what he saw because he wasn’t even sure what it was.

“What is it?” Laura asked again her eyes glinting at him.

“I wasn’t..” Harry began looking for the right words. “I’m not sure what it was.. but there was someone.. something along.. Didn’t you see anything here? It came just right at this corner, at this place.”

Laura stared hard at him as if contemplating what he was telling her.

And then she shook her head.

“Best be at your class, Potter.” Laura said. “There’s nothing in here. I didn’t see anything-“

“But professor, I was sure that I saw-“

“Are you getting enough sleep?” she suddenly asked him seeing the dark circles around Harry’s eyes.

“Am I getting what?” Harry asked even if he did hear what he had told her.

He heard her.

And in truth, she wasn’t getting enough sleep at all.

No, he had not been getting enough sleep at all since Sirius had died.

“Enough sleep.” Laura said ushering him to the opposite direction. “Best get some rest after your classes, Potter. You don’t look good to me.”

Harry stared at her.

She didn’t sound like her usual self and she did look genuinely concerned about him.

“Professor, I was sure I saw something around here.” Harry said in spite of himself. “I’m not sure what it was. I’m telling you the truth.”

He wasn’t sure why but there was something about what he saw that he really wanted to tell her.

And something about him telling the truth seemed to matter for him to tell her.

Laura stared at her and he could swear that he saw a genuine look in her eyes that she believed him.

“Go to your class.” Laura quietly said shaking her head. “I’ll make a round to double check whatever that is. But I’m sure if there was any, it’s gone now.”

And before Harry could say anything else, Laura turned away from him with a heavy sigh, drawing her wand out from her Muggle pants.

“Stay behind, Potter.” Snape ordered as the rest of the class started packing away after Potions.

The day had been long and had gone out very fast.

Harry had arrived late in some classes earning a look from the teachers and a very judgmental glare from Hermione.

The last class before dinner was Potions.

Snape had paired them for some work and since Harry was late to arrive, he was paired with the person second to the last who arrived – Malfoy.

Harry had been ready and sure that this was a plot of Snape and Malfoy but he was more than surprised when the whole class and paired work happened without Draco Malfoy even uttering anything towards him.

He was quiet and he was occupied with himself.

He worked his way through the Potion as if he was working alone.

For the first time in his life, Harry had worked closely with Draco Malfoy and has not earned any word from the boy at all.

Something was wrong.

Something was amiss.

Harry wondered and was already biting the tip of his tongue to keep himself from asking Draco if he wasn’t feeling well enough that it was stopping him from mocking and saying something uncalled for within class.

He tried looking at Malfoy and one time he was about to actually see his facial features.

He looked like he lacked sleep.

There were deep and dark circles around his eyes and Harry quickly looked away incase Draco noticed that he was staring right at him.

And then he realized that Draco must have been truly affected by the arrest of his father last year at the Department of Mysterious.

The boy really did look up at the senior Malfoy and having his father arrested after being caught red-handed in the service of the Dark Lord Voldemort, it must have taken a toll on him.

But still, that didn’t stop Harry from feeling that the boy was up to something this year especially after seeing him ta the corridor of the Room of Requirement.

“Potter! I said stay behind!” Snape’s warning voice came again as he was lost in his thoughts at seeing Ron leave the room and before Hermione could follow him, Harry could swear to his father’s grave that he saw Draco passed by Hermione at the door and very secretly and discreetly handed her something by the door before walking away very fast.

Harry stared at Hermione as she quickly pocketed whatever it was and had quickly walked out of the room as well as if nothing had just happened.

“Potter, do I need to extend your detention?” Snape’s voice came again.

Harry turned, a frown and scowl over his face as he walked to Snape’s desk and listened as the rest of the class left him.

“Hermione’s no longer serving her detention?” Harry asked him with a sassy look over his face.

Snape glared at him.

“Miss Granger will serve her detention with professor Veregnicea. You, however, will have yours with me.”

“I’m touched, professor.” Harry muttered rolling his eyes.

Snape stopped rearranging the parchments over his desk and stared at him.

“For your information, Potter.” Snape slowly began. “Detention with me will seemingly be a tedious task but nothing harmful.”

Harry stared at him, alarmed.

“What did you say?” he asked. “What’s Hermione going to do at her detention?”

Snape shook his head, an almost gleeful expression passing his eyes.

“I don’t know. I’m not in the other detention, am I?” Snape replied coldly as he walked away from his table taking his wand with him.

Harry stared at his back, hatred consuming him again.

He’d do anything to have a go at Snape.

“What am I going to do?” Harry irritably and impatiently asked him. “I have other classes.”

He was sure that he wasn’t supposed to say that but he just couldn’t help himself.

“I understand the loss of your precious and beloved godfather seems to affect you, Potter.” Snape silkily began walking around the room. “But that shouldn’t go around your attitude.”

“Upset?” Harry asked him. “Do you want me to be gleeful that my godfather just died? Oh wait, that’s not my job seeing that it is how you feel about it.”

Snape’s eyes glinted at him, he stared at the boy, scrutinizing him.

“Arrogant like your father.” Snape muttered at him.

“I’ve heard all of these before, professor.” Harry added at his sentence. “I apologize I can’t be cheerful at you at my godfather’s death. Unlike you, I have people I care about.”

Suddenly, Snape walked forward and grabbed Harry’s collar and pulled him sharply.

“You have absolutely no right to speak to me in this manner-“ his voice was sharp and venomous. “-you are crossing the line beyond your boundaries. May I remind you that you’re still my teacher and you’re still a student of this school therefore-“

“How you could you stand here?” Harry asked unable to stop himself. “How can you stand with them? The Order? Lying to them when we all know that any time he rises you will abandon us-“

“I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO THIS WAY!” Snape screamed at his face and he raised his wand already and Harry prepared for the blow to fall when there was a very sharp knock by the door of his classroom.

“What on earth are you doing, Severus?!”

They both looked up and saw Lupin by the door who quickly strode inside and grabbed Harry out of Snape’s hand.

“Severus?” Lupin asked alarmed seeing them both in that position.

Snape straightened up, eyes still at Harry but he looked like he had just realized what he was doing.

“Tell your favourite little student to learn to hold his tongue out or it’ll be the end of it.” Snape spat angrily taking his wand with him. “He’s supposed to serve detention with me. I’ll have McGonagall give it to him or I might murder that boy.”

And without another word, he strode out of his classroom banging the door very hard behind him.

Silence took place and Harry stared up at Lupin with a slightly ashamed look about his face.

Lupin heavily sighed at him.

“Did we not just talk about this?” he gently asked Lupin as he sat down on one of the chairs burying his face in his hands in frustration.

“He was provoking me.” Harry answered knowing that was the worst answer ever.

“He was provoking you?” Lupin repeated skeptically with a raised brow. “Really?”

Harry bowed his face down, ashamed to look at his father’s bestfriend.

“Are you James?” Lupin asked in an annoyed tone. “Harry, we’ve already talked about this.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Harry said looking up at him again.

Lupin stared at him an obvious pity moving around his facial features.

“Get some sleep.” he advised Harry. “Please. Just stay out of trouble this year.”

And before Harry could even apologize further and take back what has happened, Lupin left him in the classroom.

He knew that he had disappointed him time again – his father’s bestfriend and the man in the Order who seeming to be the only one willing to talk to him outside its movement.

Harry tossed and turned in his sleep that night.
It had been hours until he had fallen asleep and when he did, odd nightmares visited him again.

“What’s going on..” Harry whispered as he walked down a corridor that was illuminated by what looked like odd glows.

The corridor was darkly lit, long and there was an odd stench around it.

“Hello?” Harry called out and his voice only bounced back in an echo.

He looked around him and was sure that this wasn’t of Hogwarts at all.

If any, it resembled the tunnel that led the Shrieking Shack to Hogsmeade.

But there was something different and daunting about this place.

“Hello?” he called out again.

He walked in what felt like soil as grounds and the heat in the room was getting worse as he walked forward.

It wasn’t until he reached a wall and touched it did he realized that the odd glows around him were actually melting candles.

His head turned sharply around him and he tried fretting for his wand.

The room was lit and filled with atleast a thousand melting candles all paneled along the floor and plastered against the walls.

He could suddenly feel the heat growing unbearable.

His eyes moved around, trying to look for a door but there was nothing.

And then something caught his eyes.

Something was shinning against the floor and the wall.

Walking with caution, Harry moved forward and bent over to the shimmering liquid over the floor that led to the wall.

He reached forward and touched it and realizing as he looked around, it was dripping from the melting candles.

“Blood.” Harry muttered in horror as his heart began to thump fast at the realization.

Harry’s eyes moved around him again and he realized where he was.

It looked like he was in a deeply abandoned catacomb.

Suddenly, Harry felt that he couldn’t brath.

The melting candles’ heat were taking all the energy and oxygen of the place.

And then he heard it again.

The very same humming melody he heard before.

It was humming a distinct and almost familiar tune.

“Who’s there?” Harry asked in panic turning around him and almost slipping onto the damp soiled grounds he was standing upon.

Harry turned and tried to walk and walk fast out from the place.

But the faster and further he went, the corridor and end of the tunnel seemed to go farther, extending into an endless pit.

He started to panic.

He stopped on his tracks feeling helpless and breathless.

“Ron!” he called out. “Hermione!”

And then as he turned, he suddenly stood faced to face with the dark haired man.

It was the same man he saw in his dreams before.

He was slightly taller than he remembered and was staring at him with his gentle and kind eyes.

“Who are you?” he asked trying not to panic as he stared at the man who was standing a few feet from him.

At first he thought he was at him and then he realized that the man was actually staring right through him and not at him.

He was looking at something else.

Harry opened his mouth to ask him again when his thin lips softly and gently opened up.

Words came out and his voice was gentle like that of an angel.

“It’s about to happen.” his voice came. “Don’t let it happen. Don’t let it happen.”

And before Harry could ask what it was all about, the soil at his feet began to crumble fast and then he was being swallowed by the ground that began to turn into a thickly rich liquid that looked a lot like blood.
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