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On The Other Side	By : TCardan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N Sorry for the wait, dear readers. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.
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Harry awoke to the sounds of arguing in the room. His head hurt badly and the light was much too bright for his liking. He realized then that he was still incarcerated and laying on a bed in the infirmary. He squinted at the commotion, recognizing James and Sirius who were in the midst of arguing with Delores Umbridge.
“You heard what Professor Snape said,” Sirius ranted. “Harry has been experimenting with making new and unusual potions. It’s his passion! He even has our house elf looking for special ingredients for him.”
“But he is experimenting on himself!” she retorted. “I cannot have such dangerous and reckless practices in this school. I will not tolerate experimenting which results in maniac behaviors! He tortured me, Mr. Black. I see no other choice but to expel him from Hogwarts and file criminal charges against him.”
“Please, Headmistress, please reconsider,” pleaded James. “Harry is young and he has been foolish. Haven’t we all done foolish things in our youth? You are destroying his future over one foolish mistake.”
“You can have him forbidden from brewing potions outside of class time,” Sirius added. “He’ll only brew the approved potions in his lessons. And of course he must be punished for this incident, only, please, do not expel him.”
She stiffened her back. “My decision stands. After the mind healers are done examining him, he’ll be brought to the ministry where I’ll be filing formal charges against him. Good day.” She spun around on her heel and stomped out of the room, unwilling to hear anymore pleading in Harry’s defense.
“I’m really sorry,” Harry spoke.
James and Sirius turned to Harry, not realizing that he had been awake. They walked to his bed, their faces drawn and sad.
“Why, son?” James questioned. “Why would you do such a thing?”
“I can’t stand her,” he replied, honestly. “I can’t ignore how she treats the students and the things they have to endure.”
“She has mistreated you?” Sirius asked.
Harry sighed. Yes, many times. But that was the Umbridge in his world. This Umbridge was mistreating anyone who was not a Slytherin. “No, of course not. Slytherins are her little pets,” he replied sarcastically. “We get lavish accommodations in the towers, the best food, the best seating in the classrooms and a free pass to bully all the low-borns we wish. It’s the other houses I’m talking about. Have you ever seen how they live in the dungeons? Have you seen the filth, the cold, the starvation, and the torment? Perhaps you had your glory days of bullying the low-borns when you were students here? Are they fond memories for you?”
James and Sirius glanced at one another.
“Things were different back then, before the war,” James replied. “Slytherins were looked down upon by the other houses. When our Lord appointed Headmistress Umbridge to her position after the war, he encouraged her to elevate Slytherin house to the highest of honor to make up for the decades of disdain. Perhaps she has taken it too far.”
“Perhaps?” Harry snarled. “I encourage you to take a trip down to the dungeons and see for yourself.”
“Harry,” Sirius said, “your anger is not going to change anything. It has only managed to get you thrown out of school and perhaps worse.” He ran a weary hand through his black hair. “Perhaps Regulus can help…”
James nodded. “He’s our best hope.”
Harry frowned. “Damn it. I don’t like Regulus getting even more indebted to Voldemort. Fuck! I’m sorry, I wish I hadn’t lost my temper like that. I hate that I’m such a burden to all of you.”
“Burden?” Sirius replied. “Harry, we are family.”
OOOOO
James and Sirius were ordered to leave the room while the mind healers examined Harry. It was a very unpleasant experience as they stuck wands in his ears, up his nose, and shined strange lights into his eyes. The glamour had fallen off his scar and his glasses and they tried questioning Harry about them. But Harry didn’t say a word.
Professor Snape was called into the room during the exam and they questioned him extensively regarding the potion Harry had been brewing. Fortunately Snape answered very astutely and Harry knew he must have been preparing this excuse since the incident happened. He was very grateful that Snape seemed to be on his side in this world.
Just like the healer at the House of Healing, these ones found something very unusual about Harry, but Harry was staying quiet this time. All he could think about was Tally and how he wanted her to show up immediately.
As they were finishing up their examination, Regulus walked in. “That will be enough,” he ordered, authoritatively. “By order of the Dark Lord, you will cease this examination immediately and hand over your results.”
The healers looked at him, confused. “But… we have to give our findings to the ministry.”
“Do not make ask twice,” Regulus stated, unequivocally.
It was then Harry realized how much clout Regulus carried. Not only was he Voldemort’s lover, he was also his right hand man. This made him the second most powerful wizard in this world.
They scurried to hand over their parchments.
When they had handed everything over, he said, “Now, release his bonds and leave. You are not to say a word of anything you have discovered in your examination or I will have your heads. Is that clear?”
They did as he bid and left the room in a hurry. Regulus waved his wand, shutting the door behind them and watched as Harry sat up, rubbing his arms where the magical bindings had held him.
Harry met his eyes. “Did the Dark Lord really order them to stop examining me?”
Regulus smirked, turning toward the fireplace and tossing the parchments into the fire. “No.”
“Does he know I’ve been expelled?”
Regulus returned to Harry’s bed and sat down next to him. “He won’t allow it. He wants you to finish school.”
“Does Umbridge know?”
“She’s reading his letter now,” Regulus replied, his eyes studying Harry’s face. “What is that curse you used?”
“Crucio?”
“What is it? And how did you learn such a thing?”
Harry found it surprising that they did not know Crucio in this world.
“It’s causes extreme pain. I… found it mentioned once in an old book I was reading.”
“So you decided to try it out on the Headmistress?”
Harry stood, uncomfortable with the conversation, and walked across the room to the fire. He held his hands over the flames, warming them. “She triggers me.”
“I don’t know what’s got into you lately. You’ve been changing and I’m not sure it’s for the better. You are angry, impulsive, and secretive. You use to tell me everything, and now I can hardly get two words out of you.”
“I don’t like a lot of things I see, and I can’t stand by and do nothing about it.”
“Sirius told me you are unhappy with how the other houses are treated. You must realize, Harry, that these things have been sanctioned by our Lord. To go against the laws he has created is to go against him. We can’t afford to have a rebel in our family, Harry, you know this.”
Harry wanted to laugh. In his world Sirius and Regulus had both been rebels. And again, he had to remind himself that this was not his world. He had no right to try to change it.
Harry sighed, resigned. “Yeah, you are right. I’m sorry.”
Regulus got up and walked to where Harry was standing, speaking in a low voice. “I must warn you, Harry. The torture of the Headmistress has made the Dark Lord even more interested in you. Do not expect Saturday evening to be as uneventful as your first meeting.”
Harry nodded. “I understand.”
“Do you? Take your potion and do whatever he asks of you - no matter how distasteful.”
OOOOO
Harry was immediately summoned to Umbridge’s office when he was released from the infirmary and Regulus had left. James, Sirius and Professor Snape were already there, waiting.
The Headmistress had her chin lifted in defiance as she glared at Harry. He went to an empty chair next to James and sat.
“Harry, is there something you wish to say?” James prompted.
No, Harry didn’t want to say a thing to that obnoxious witch, but he knew what was expected of him and he knew how much it meant to James, Sirius and Snape that he stay in school.
“I’m sorry for I did. I barely remember any of it, now that the potion has worn off,” he lied. He remembered everything. And he wouldn’t change a thing about it.
Umbridge pressed her lips in a very fine line, frowning. “I’m very disappointed with you, Harry. That you should experiment with untried potions on yourself… is the very definition of idiocy. You are fortunate you did not poison yourself.” She swung her gaze to Professor Snape. “And you! How could you allow a Slytherin to consume unknown potions when you have many low-borns right down the hall to choose from?”
Harry jumped to his feet, his fists clenched. “Cunt!” he yelled. She was lucky that his wand had been taken from him because he was itching to torture her again. How could she sit there and say those things?
James grabbed Harry’s wrist and tugged. “Harry! Sit down and control yourself!”
A smug expression came over the Headmistresses face. “Is he under the influence of a potion now? Hmmmm… I don’t think so. This room is full of liars.”
Harry wouldn’t sit again, still glaring at her, so James stood next to him, holding his arm. “I’m sorry, Headmistress,” James began, “Harry can be quite passionate at times. Harry, please apologize.”
Harry yanked his arm from James’ grasp. “I’m not sorry. Fuck her and fuck this school.” He pointed his finger in her face. “You are evil and looking at you makes me want yak all over those tacky cat saucers you have hanging on your walls.”
“Harry,” Sirius said, standing too, “stop this at once.”
Severus sat there coolly watching the interaction.
Harry took a deep breath, willing himself to back down for the sake of the men in the room. He clenched his fists again and turned, stalking to the door. He had to get out of here before he did any more damage.
“I did not dismiss you!” Umbridge yelled.
“Fuck off,” Harry snapped and left, slamming the door.
Her face was red with rage, as James and Sirius turned to her apologetically. “This was awful,” Sirius started, “and we are very sorry.”
“You are right, Headmistress. It was not just the potion. Harry has not been himself since hitting his head practicing Quidditch this summer. You saw the scar that the mind healers revealed. He kept it glamoured.”
“Perhaps he needs professional help if that is the case,” Umbridge replied. “Hogwarts does not have mind healers of that caliber on staff. Unfortunately, our Lord wants Harry in school. This is the first time he’s communicated with me about any one student in particular. Why would he have such an interest in Harry?”
“Harry is a parselmouth. Our Lord believes he may be of Salazar Slytherin’s line,” James replied, his eyes shifting away as if he couldn’t believe it himself.
She immediately sat forward in her chair. “What? They are related?”
“Possibly,” James nodded.
“And so you are too?” Delores asked, very interested.
James shifted on his feet. He didn’t want to make it seem as if Lily had slept around on him. He could feel Severus’ eyes boring into him, but he didn’t dare look at the wizard who now played husband to his ex-wife. “That would be the natural conclusion,” he chose to say.
Severus turned his attention to Umbridge, seeing her struggle with this news. By all rights, Harry should be punished severely for what he had done to her. But he could see the dilemma she faced. If she believed Harry to be related to the Dark Lord, she may not have the power to discipline him as she saw fit. And if Harry is not punished for his misdeeds, it would reflect badly on her authority. Severus could see it coming already. He would get the punishment, if Harry could not.
And indeed she turned to her potion’s master, her face accusatory.
“I blame you, Severus, for spoiling the boy. You have given him access to your ingredient stores, even the forbidden ones. You have let him work unsupervised in your classroom after hours, experimenting on himself. How could you be so careless? I’m afraid I am going to have to terminate you, starting immediately.”
Severus didn’t show any sign of surprise. He expected this. James and Sirius wouldn’t look at him. Instead they stared at Umbridge with hurt expressions. He knew they didn’t want this to happen to him, but he also knew they must be relieved that Harry wasn’t getting blamed.
He stood. “Very well,” he replied, and strode quickly out of the room. When he was alone in the corridor, his face finally softened into a resigned frown. How could let Lily know what had happened this day? She was going to be heartbroken when she found out her only access to Harry was now impossible.
OOOOO
Harry left Umbridge’s office and stormed up to the owlry. He had enough of this mad house and this backwards world. He grabbed a message parchment and penned a note to Tally, telling her to come to him immediately. Tying it to a school owl, he gave the order to deliver it to his house elf, Tally, though he wasn’t quite sure where she was at the moment. Hopefully, the owl could find her. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
After he watched the owl take off, he paced around a bit, the other owls watched him with round eyes. He stopped in front of a perch of them and waved his hands around while he spoke. “I have to get home, you see,” he said to them. “I have to. This place is driving me mad.”
He paced around some more then stopped in front of his owl audience again. “For one, if I stay any longer, I’m going to kill the Headmistress. I’ve got this fucking dark soul inside of me and it makes me want to do dark things when I’m angry. And this world is making me very angry. Secondly, everyone is waiting for me at home and they are probably getting worried by now. And third, I don’t want to lose my virginity to Draco Malfoy, but every time I see him my body betrays me. Yes, that’s right. Me, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, wants to shag the son of a Deatheater!”
The owls looked at him, seemingly listening.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I suppose there are no Deatheaters in this world, but… still! You know what I mean, right?”
The owls stared back and then a few of them blinked.
“I’ve got to get out of here before I get too involved in this world. Why, oh why, do I have to attract so much attention, even in a parallel universe? And don’t forget, I also have Volde-fucking-mort interested in me here, too. Why can’t I be like the most boring wallpaper that no one even notices?”
He turned and headed to the exit, pausing to look back into the room. “Thanks for being such great listeners.”
He really missed Hedwig. He hoped she was safe.
OOOOOO
Harry made his way back to the Slytherin tower, hoping to get some alone time in his room. No such luck. As soon as he stepped into the common room he was bombarded by questions.
“Did you really attack the headmistress?”
“Why did you do it, Harry?”
“Do you have a problem with potions? Are you an addict?”
“Are you expelled?”
Harry glanced from face to face, tongue tied, before Blaise snapped loudly, “Leave him the fuck alone.” Harry’s group of friends surrounded him, glaring at everyone else and making them back down. Theodore put a hand on Harry’s shoulder and guided him to the stairs, the others following.
As they stepped inside Harry’s room and shut the door, Harry frowned. He knew they were all curious, but he really didn’t feel like spreading the news at the moment. They solemnly took seats around Harry’s room, serious expressions on their faces. Harry noticed Draco sitting on the edge of his bed and didn’t dare take the only spot left open next to him.
He stood in the middle of the room and threw up his arms. “What?” he exclaimed, exasperated. “You heard the rumors. They are all true.”
“You’re expelled?” Goyle asked.
“I was. But not anymore. The Dark Lord wants me to stay in school.”
Theodore let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good, at least.”
“And the bit about the potions? Is it true?” Crabbe asked.
Harry glanced at Draco. Draco met his eyes. Harry knew Draco already believed he had a problem with potions because of the other day. He really couldn’t say he didn’t.
“Yes. I like to get high. So fucking what!” Harry snapped. What did it matter what they thought of him anyway. He wasn’t planning on being here much longer.
“So what?” Blaise replied, incredulously. “You tortured the headmistress. That’s not a ’so what’ thing, Harry.”
“She deserved it,” Harry replied, starting to enjoy the shock on their faces. He had to suppress his grin as he walked over to his dresser, taking a crystal decanter off the top. He turned, pulling the top off and took a swig.
“What the fuck, Harry!” Blaise snapped. “What kind of potion is that?”
Harry smirked, enjoying their shock. “Some potion called water. Want to try some?”
Harry held out the bottle while everyone else laughed. Blaise grabbed it and sniffed, making sure it was indeed water.
“Wanker,” Blaise grumbled.
Theodore sobered. “Joking aside, we’re worried about you, Harry. You may be brilliant at potions, but, blimey, do you have to test them on yourself? You could kill yourself someday.”
“Or you could kill someone else,” Goyle reminded.
Harry looked about at all their faces, surprised that they seemed genuinely concerned. He didn’t think Slytherins had it in the to care about others to that degree. He had always believed they were only interested in self preservation.
“Look,” Harry began, with a bit of regret in his voice, “I’m sorry if I worried you. I’m all right. And, I’ll be more careful in the future. I‘m just really tired right now and I need some rest.”
Theodore stood and clap Harry on the back. “We’re here for you, mate. Let us know if you need anything, yeah?”
“Sure,” Harry replied, relieved that they were all finally leaving his room. As the last of them left, Harry turned about and saw that Draco was still sitting on his bed.
Harry tried not to let his mind go ‘there’, but ‘there’ it definitely went. His pulse sped up at the sight of the sexy blond on his bed. “Is there something else you want?” Harry asked, immediately regretting the suggestion in the words.
Draco lifted his eyebrows, amused. “Yes, as a matter of fact. There are many things I want, complete honesty not being the least among them.”
Harry moved to the armchair a safe distance away and flopped down in it. “And here I thought you just wanted a shag.”
“Just? There is no ‘just’ with a Malfoy, Harry. I’m far too complex for such a simple desire.”
“I see no purpose of further dialog, beyond inflating your ego, when I’ve already told you what has happened.”
Draco stood, sauntering over to where Harry sat. He bent down, his hands grasping the arms of the chair as he met Harry’s face level. “Perhaps,” he began, “what my inflated ego really wants, is to know that the bloke I’m interested in isn’t a mad man or an addict. Perhaps, I need to know that he’s not going to recklessly endanger himself, or me for that matter. I need to know that all these delicious changes I have noticed since summer holiday are not due to defects of his mind. So, tell me, Harry, am I wasting my time?”
Harry’s gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, his heart pounding. He wanted to desperately close the distance between them.
“I’m not mad,” Harry stated.
“No?”
“No.”
Draco move his face a little closer, tilting it sideways, his eyes sweeping down to Harry’s mouth. “And the potions?”
“I’ve been banned from unsanctioned ingredients,” Harry rasped.
“Good,” Draco whispered against his lips before beginning a deliciously long kiss.
Harry groaned as Draco’s tongue moved into his mouth and he couldn’t help pulling him down onto his lap. Draco straddled Harry’s lap, snogging him deeply as the heat between their bodies grew increasingly urgent. Their erections strained beneath their clothes as they moved against one another while they made out.
Harry couldn’t help slipping his hands under Draco’s shirt, and moving them over his bare back. His skin was hot and smooth and Harry wanted to taste it. His mouth traveled down Draco’s jaw and onto his neck, sucking, kissing and licking a hot smooth path. Draco groaned at the sensation and shivered slightly when Harry pulled off his shirt and threw it to the ground.
“Harry?” a voice sounded from the side.
The two boys drew apart and Draco scrambled off Harry’s lap, turning and gathering up his shirt from the ground.
Harry turned to the fire, seeing James’ face in the ashes. He let out a heavy sigh, grabbing a throw pillow and placing it on his lap over his erection. Talk about poor timing.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, I didn’t know…” James said.
“Pardon me, Mr. Potter,” Draco replied. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” His eyes connected with Harry’s for a moment before he turned and left.
Embarrassed, Harry, cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
James shook his head. “I’m sorry too, Harry. I didn’t think you’d have company. I was afraid of what you might do after you left Umbridge’s office.”
“Yeah, about that,” Harry sighed, “I’m sorry. I know I left you having to clean up after my angry fit. That wasn’t right. I truly am sorry for putting you and Sirius in that position.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re not expelled. This business with the Dark Lord… it seems to have saved you in this matter. As long as she believes you’re his relative, she can’t expel you. But, Harry, I must ask that you refrain from attacking her, or anyone else, for that matter. People can only take so much before they’ll label you as completely insane and a danger to the public. You do realize what happens to people like that?”
Harry nodded. “I understand. And I promise to do my best to control my anger. I’m really sorry for all the trouble.”
“I want you to come home this weekend. We are going to try a mind specialist we know. He’s very good, reportedly.”
“I’m not crazy.”
“I know, son. But, perhaps, we need to further look into that knock on the head you took before school started, just to make sure you are going to be fine.”
Honestly, the thought of getting away from Umbridge and all the stares of the other students for the weekend sounded great. But…
“I still have a dinner with the Dark Lord on Saturday.”
James nodded. “Yes, you still will attend that. There’s no way to get out of it.”
OOOOOO
Harry hated spending his Saturday at the hospital, but if it would reassure James and Sirius that he was not crazy, than he’d endure it. Try as he may, he could not get James and Sirius to leave the room during the exam. His only defense was to keep a constant stream of chatter about inconsequential things so that the mind healers would not have any space to reveal their findings out loud.
Harry’s strategy did not work for long, however, when a mind healer exclaimed loudly, “This scar is old.”
“Only a few weeks,” James replied.
“No, no, it is almost as old as the boy. I would say he received this at a very young age.”
“That’s impossible,” James said. “I would know if my own son was injured like that.”
“Mr. Potter, I’m a professional. I know what I am seeing.”
James stood. “Not this time, you don’t!”
“Stop!” Harry snapped. He was weary. Weary of covering up everything with lie upon lie. This wasn’t who he was. “Just stop.” He sighed, glancing at the healer. “You’re right. I got this when I was young.”
“Harry?!” James exclaimed, confused. “Why do you say that? I would know…”
“No,” Harry interrupted, “you wouldn’t know. You weren’t there.”
“Babies don’t do glamour spells,” Sirius stated. “Did Tally keep it glamoured all these years?”
A part of Harry wanted to tell them everything, get it all off his chest. He was tired of lying. His only ally in this world, was off on her quest to find a Kortle seed and he had no one else to turn to. He really, really, wanted to tell James and Sirius. But, then he also would have to explain what happened to their Harry. He wasn’t ready to face that yet. These men needed a purpose, and Harry was their purpose.
Harry frowned, resigned. “Yes,” he lied, his voice dull.
OOOOO
Back at Grimmauld Place, the three of them arrived to find that Harry had a visitor waiting in the parlor. When he stepped into the room, he looked about trying to find his visitor, but saw nothing until the door slammed behind him and he whirled around.
Leaning against the door with a sexy grin was Adrian Pucey, eying Harry up and down. “Hello, sexy. I heard you were home for the weekend. And I thought, ‘Adrian, this is the perfect opportunity to get some alone time with that hot bloke’. And so, here I am.” He smiled, pushing off the door and sauntering slowly to Harry.
Harry held up his hands. “Wait. Maybe I’m not interested in you like that.”
Adrian grabbed one of Harry’s outstretched hands and laced his fingers through Harry’s. Stepping even closer. “We both know that’s a lie.”
“No, it’s not a lie. I like someone else.”
“That doesn’t matter. We can just make each other feel good for the next few hours. No one else has to know. I can’t stop thinking about you, Harry. I have to know what it’s like to be with you.”
Harry backed up, but Adrian just kept stepping closer. He put his lips on the side of Harry’s neck, nuzzling him and whispering, “Let me taste you, Harry.”
Harry slipped away from Adrian, going to the other side of the room. “Stop this, all right? I told you already, I’m not interested. You might not give two figs about your wife, but I’m not like that. There’s someone else I’m interested in and I don’t want to have anyone but him.” And after lying for the last two weeks to almost everyone he met, he finally felt like he just said something that was true.
And it was crazy and absurd.
It was absolutely stupid. It had no future at all, not with Harry’s circumstance. But, Harry knew that, in this reality, he wanted Malfoy.
Adrian slumped against the back of the sofa and rolled his eyes. “That’s so boring, Harry, and predictable for you. Why do you feel the need to settle for one, when you can have many? Variety is the spice of life. And you only live once.”
“If you are done throwing clichés at me, I have a dinner with Our Lord to attend.”
“Really? How on Earth did you manage to snag an invitation with the Dark Lord?”
“He enjoys having someone else to speak parseltongue with,” Harry said, not wanting to explain everything to Adrian. “I need to get ready.”
Adrian’s eyes swept Harry’s body again. “I can help you with that. I’m quite the authority on men’s fashion.”
“Except you’re too interested in getting me undressed than getting me dressed.”
“I can behave when I need to, Harry. And this occasion is important enough for me to do so. I’m offering my sincere help. Would you like it or not?”
Harry shrugged and then nodded. “Sure, I suppose I could use some advice.”
True to his word, Adrian was all business as he tore through Harry’s closet, mixing and matching outfits and shoes. It took a good thirty minutes for him to finally be satisfied with an outfit and accessories for Harry.
Harry looked at himself in the full length mirror, satisfied. “Thanks. You really are good at this.”
“Among other things,” Adrian smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ll just have to take your word on that,” Harry replied.
OOOOOOOO
After tips of conduct from James and Sirius, Harry finally took the floo to Riddle Palace. Regulus was already waiting for him on the other side, and gave Harry an appreciative glance. “You look great.”
“Thanks,” Harry smiled. “I had a little help.”
Regulus nodded. “Follow me.” As they approached the formal dining room, Regulus said, “There will be another guest dining with us as well, Harry. Don’t be shocked.”
“Why should I be shocked?”
Before Regulus could answer, the double doors to the dining room opened and Harry entered, looking about.
“Good evening, Harry,” Voldemort greeted.
Harry bowed and said, “Good evening.”
Then Harry looked to right and had to do a double take when he noticed the other person sitting in the room.
“Harry,” Voldemort announced, “I believe you are already acquainted with your headmistress, Delores Umbridge.”
OOOOOO
A/N To answer a question posed in a review: yes, Harry will confide in someone else besides Tally. You’ll have to wait and see who.
I really hoped you enjoyed reading this. I’ll try to have the next chapter out sooner. A combination of the holidays and work got in the way. Please let me hear from you. I’d like to know that people are still enjoying this fiction. Thanks!
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