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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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Disclaimers: All Rowling�s � as usual. Anitra is m ine � as usual.

A/N: Okay � here it is � the smut I�m sure you all
have been waiting for. ;)

Wicked!

�The faster
I find out about myself, the better.�

They were
all there, Hermione, Ron, McGonagall, Snape, Harry, Anitra, Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore, in the hospital wing. Anitra was
standing, having convinced Pomfrey that she need not lie down.

�How is
that, Ms Anitra?� McGonagall asked her gently. The girl was looking out of the
hospital window, the first sight of the outside world she had got after being
brought to Hogwarts. Now she turned round to face them; her face was earnest.

�As I
understand it, you are all concerned that this Voldie-person (several people
winced) erased my memory and is currently trying to use me as.. something � a
spy, perhaps.�

�A distinct
possibility,� Snape said coldly, �for one thing, Headmaster, my mark is getting
increasingly darker and hotter.�

�What are
you saying, Professor Snape?� McGonagall wanted to know. Snape seemed unwilling
to elaborate, but then said in a whisper: �It calls for me.�

It was like
an icy cold breeze swept though the room. Anitra was frowning, not knowing what
heck they were talking about. Instead she expounded:

�Well �
whatever � but things are happening � my headaches, for instance � Harry�s scar
hurting him again. All signs, I presume, that something is not as it should be.
Now, the faster I know who I am and remember what happened, the faster you
people can thwart whatever plan this fellow had in mind.�

�Searing
logic,� Snape had to admit.

�But...�
Harry stepped forward, subduing a crazy urge to just take her in his arms and make
her anxiety go away, �what can you do that you are not already doing?�

�Harry�s
right,� Dumbledore interjected, �there is nothing we can do to hasten the
process of the recovery of your memory. Continuing to stimulate your natural
skills and empirically obtained abilities is all we and yourself can do.�

�What about
that mirror-idea Harry came up with?�

�Alas � it
is no longer at the Ministry of Magic.�

�What?� At least five voices were
involved in that �what�.

�No. I just
got word this morning. It has been stolen from Mr Fudge�s office.�

�The
moron,� Ron hissed. His rudeness was graciously ignored, and � perhaps �
silently agreed upon.

*

With the
mirror gone, Harry was out of ideas. As were Ron and Hermione. Hermione,
however, used every second of the free time she had (when not studying for the
NEWTs) going through the library to come up with *anything* that would bring
back Anitra�s memory.

An enquiry
was already taking place at the Ministry as to how it had been possible for
anyone to sneak their way into the Minister�s office and smuggle out a ten foot five tall mirror. Perhaps this would
disclose something, but if the magic world bureaucracy was anything like the
muggle world bureaucracy, Anitra very much doubted it would have any beneficial
effect at all, except produce duplicate forms en masse.

This is why
she one night took a desperate decision.

Harry
hadn�t even heard her go through the Gryffindor common room, which was odd as
he himself was lying awake, too preoccupied with worried thoughts to fall
asleep. onlyonly reason why he found out was because he happened to look
through the window at the appropriate time and in the sharp moonlight see a
very distinct figure head for the lake.

It couldn�t
be!!

Harry
stumbled back to his bed and caused Ron to murmur and rustle around underneath
his duvet.

No, no, he thought, you sleep on. No need to wake up the whole school or attract Mrs Norris�
attention.

The black
haired boy with the lightening bolt carved in his forehead took out the Marauder�s
Map and his invisibility cloak. How Anitra (presupposing it had been her) had
managed to walk the corridors unprotected without getting caught was more than
a mystery � it was downright impossible.

Harry made
it safely though the hallways and down the stairs concealed under his cloak and
with the Map activated to reveal other nightly trespassers.

And he had
been right. It was her by the lake.
She was sitting there with terror painted in her pretty face, looking stiffly
at the water that looked darker and fouler than ever with the mist above the
waters eerily illuminated by the moonlight..

�Anitra,�
he whispered, forgetting about his cloak. She jerked up her head and looked
around her wildly, the terror in her face replaced by utter confusion.

�Oh �
sorry,� he said, lowering the cloak, which gave the really reassuring impression
of a head floating in the ainitrnitra widened her eyes and opened her mouth, a
scream clearly on its way. Harry sprinted to her and clasped his hand over her
mouth. The cloak came off altogether, revealing his entire body, thus making
him look somewhat more normal. He felt her relax.

�Don�t you ever
do that to me again,� she snarled, hitting him hard as he sat down beside her.

�Sorry...
I�m so used to that cloak, I don�t even... anyway � what are you
doing here?�

�Facing a
trauma! Perhaps the shock will help me remember what it was about.�

�At... at
night?�

�I don�t
want to have one of those headaches in full public again. � Or a terror fit.�

�Oh.� He
could certainly understand that. He sighed and made himself a bit more
comfortable next to her as he leaned his body towards hers.

�So...,� he
said silently, �what do you plan to do?�

*

��Ere,
puppet. Where are ya�? (whistle).�
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