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** This starts at the end of book 4 (Goblet of Fire)
Harry Potter and the Parliament of Dreams
Chapter 23 – The Boy Who Lived… Again?
The Daily Prophet Special Edition
Saturday October 28, 1995
The Boy Who Lived… Again?
Today at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry Potter, The
Boy Who Lived, was struck with the Killing Curse after successfully catching
the Golden Snitch in an Interhouse Quidditch Cup game. The Killing Curse is
one of the three illegal Unforgivable curses.
There is only one known survivor of the Killing Curse. Harry James Potter.
He survived the curse from the most powerful Dark Lord to rise this century,
He Who Must Not Be Named. The failed curse somehow killed the Dark Lord.
Marcus Frederick Flint, son of Frederick and Stonea Flint, and recent graduate
of the Slytherin House at Hogwarts, cast the Killing Curse at Harry Potter.
If it had been anyone else other than Potter, then the curse would have killed
the victim. Since the target was the Boy Who Lived, nothing can be considered
normal. The curse appeared to bounce off Potter and slam into Draco Lucius
Malfoy, a fifth year Slytherin student. To make matters more complicated, the
curse appeared to rebound from him and return to Flint.
At the time of this printing, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin,
First Class, has issued the following statement: “Marcus Flint is dead from
a Killing Curse he has cast. Harry James Potter and Draco Lucius Malfoy have
both been hit by the Killing Curse and are alive, though they are currently
in critical condition.”
Professor Severus Snape, Slytherin House Head, and Professor Remus J. Lupin,
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, were both ordered to clear the Hogwarts
grounds of all people not working at or attending the school. Dumbledore says
he will issue a statement to the press tomorrow.
This reporter would like to offer his sincerest wishes for full recovery
to the two boys harmed in this incident.
Harry James Potter was born on July 31, 1980 to James Potter and Lily Evans
Potter. James and Lily Potter were both killed on October 31, 1981 by You Know
Who. Harry Potter was the winner of the Tri-Wizard Tournament last year, which
resulted in the death of Hufflepuff student, Cedric Diggory. Potter is also
the Gryffindor Seeker and Team Captain. He has led Gryffindor to victory in
all games but one, in which he fell from his broom during a Dementor storming
of the stadium. (The Dementors were guarding the school from escaped convict,
Sirius Black.)
Draco Lucius Malfoy was born on August 15, 1980 to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
Draco is the latest heir in the very long line of the Malfoy family. Until
this year, he has served as the Slytherin Seeker. It is rumored that he has
been removed from the Slytherin Dorms “for his safety”. Hogwarts staff refused
to comment.
-Newton Isaac Figg, Daily Prophet Columnist
The boys had hardly hit the ground before Professors Dumbledore, Snape, Lupin,
McGonagall, Sprout, and Flitwick were on the scene. Dumbledore personally checked
all the boys that were down. He conjured two stretchers and a sheet. Harry
and Draco ended up on the stretchers and heading towards the hospital wing.
Dumbledore covered Marcus Flint with the sheet. Professor Lupin revived Ron.
Dumbledore turned to face the crowd, looking grave, “Please return to your
common rooms immediately. Professors Snape and Lupin, please escort everyone else
off the grounds immediately.”
“Professor Dumbledore! A question sir!”
“What is it?”
“Who was attacked?” Newton Figg asked.
“Marcus Flint attacked Harry Potter with the Killing Curse. Like what happened
almost exactly fourteen years ago, the killing curse did not kill him instantly.
It did, however, kill his attacker.”
“And the other boys?”
“Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy survived the curse, though they require immediately
medical attention. I’ll make a statement to the press tomorrow as to their
condition. At this time, I’d ask that you leave the grounds immediately.”
“But…” He was cut off by a glare from Snape.
The grounds were cleared quickly.
Dumbledore lifted one hand and coughed. The wizards and witches in the room
fell silent. “One at a time please. Minerva?”
“Albus, are they going to live?”
Dumbledore sighed, the twinkle missing from his eyes, “I don’t know.”
“No one has ever survived the Avada Kedavra curse before, except Harry Potter.
We don’t know for sure why he survived the first time. The fact that both he
and young Malfoy both survived the curse is at least encouraging,” Remus filled
the uncomfortable silence that followed Dumbledore’s statement.
“We know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are connected. They both seem
to have most, if not all, of their magic drained from them at the moment. It
is as if the curse merely drained them, instead of killing them,” Severus spoke
speculatively.
“Magical theory indicates that the Avada Kedavra curse completely drains the
life energy of the victim. Magical beings have considerably more than muggles
do. It is possible that the curse drains a certain amount and that if you had
more than that, you could survive. Harry survived when he was only a year old.
If that theory is right, he is tremendously powerful. Perhaps even on the same
level as Voldemort,” Remus picked up again.
Dumbledore looked thoughtful as he stirred a glass of tea in front of him.
McGonagall stared pensively at the teacup as she too lost herself in thought.
“It doesn’t explain the behavior of the curse though. It struck Potter, bounced
off him, struck Draco in the identical spot and then rebounded back at Flint.
The only time the curse has ever bounced before was when it bounced off Potter
and struck down Voldemort. Could the connection between the two of them have
caused the extraordinary behavior Albus?” Snape directed the last directly at
Dumbledore.
“Poppy did say that both boys have identical lightning-shaped cuts over their
hearts. It is quite likely that the scars will be as charged and noticeable
as Harry’s scar on his forehead.”
Poppy joined them.
“How are they?” McGonagall asked concern etched clearly on her craggy face.
“They are resting comfortably. They are in a deep, healing sleep. I was able
to stop the bleeding, but the cuts formed scars, as we were afraid they would.
Harry Potter now has two lightning-shaped scars, while Draco has one.”
“Will they recover?” Remus asked.
“I don’t see why they wouldn’t. Medically, all that appears to be wrong is
that they are almost completely drained of energy. I have given them the strongest
restorer I had, but if Severus would be kind enough to brew some rejuvenation
potion?”
Severus frowned, “Remy, if you’d go into the forest and get a Midnight Rose
for me?”
Remus nodded.
“I have the other ingredients on hand already. It is a good thing that the
rose blooms year round in the cavern.”
Albus nodded.
“I’d like to get started right away,” Severus said, heading towards the door.
“I’ll go into the forest immediately to get the rose,” Remus said, heading
towards the door.
Poppy sat down and took several deep breaths. “I… We almost lost them today
Albus. I have no idea why we didn’t.”
“Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived,” Albus replied thoughtfully, pouring a
cup of tea.
Poppy nodded as she took the offered tea.
Voldemort was sitting in a comfortable chair glaring at the burning wood in
the fireplace. He picked up the special edition of the Daily Prophet and read
it again. He snarled and threw the paper onto the fire and watched as it burst
into flame.
He was surrounded by bloody idiots. Why?
Severus Snape was a genius. The man had been on his side years ago. He had
been turned somehow by that Muggle-lover, Dumbledore. Lucius Malfoy was smart
too. But he was far too ambitious for his own good. He had hoped to correct
that flaw in Lucius’ son, but that was ruined as well.
He cursed again. He had told all of his minions specifically that no one was
to harm Potter. Until he figured out how to do it himself, that boy would continue
to live. He didn’t want to loose any more of his people. He needed them if
he was going to rise back to power.
Draco Malfoy was struck as well. The curse rebounded off Potter, hit Malfoy
and then bounced back at Flint. What was Potter? How did Malfoy become involved
with him?
Was it his fault?
He cursed again, lifted his wand and blasted a hole through the wall.
The hospital wing was rather crowded at the moment. Ron and Hermione were
seated together in chair that Hermione had transfigured into a loveseat. Fred
was seated wearily in a chair at the end of Harry’s bed, while George was seated
in a chair at the end of Draco’s bed. They both had their wands out and ready
and they both looked deadly serious.
Madam Pomfrey had tried to bar all four of them from the hospital wing, but
Fred had pointblank refused to budge. Pomfrey finally gave in so she could
continue treating the patients. She healed Pansy Parkinson quickly and sent
her on her way. She did not like how all the Gryffindors were glaring at the
girl. Not that she blamed them at all right now.
She had left strict instructions with them to come get her from Dumbledore’s
office if something changed with the boys. They had nodded at her and they
had stayed silent for several minutes after she had left.
“Do you think they’ll make it?” a pale Ron Weasley asked Hermione in a very
small voice.
Hermione, looking on the verge of tears, pulled Ron close to her and kissed
him on the forehead very gently. She climbed into his lap and Ron held her
close, rocking back and forth gently.
The twins stared on, looking as if they would hex the next person to cross
them.
As it happened, the next person to come into the infirmary was Severus Snape.
It was about an hour after everyone had arrived. He arrived with his usual
flair without the usual resounding bang of the door. His robes were just as
billowy as usual.
Snape stormed right up to George and then asked in a surprising subdued voice,
“How are they Mr. Weasley?”
George looked slightly surprised, but he replied quietly, “They haven’t shown
any changes since they have arrived. We’re lucky that they are still breathing…
aren’t we?”
Severus, his face oddly blank and his coal black eyes looking softer, responded,
“Harry Potter is the only wizard to ever survive the Killing Curse. We have
every reason to believe that he’ll make it again. Draco too.”
George’s face cleared and it looked as if the weight of the world was lifted
off his shoulders. Fred’s expression changed to mirror his twins. Ron and
Hermione stopped rocking back and forth and both took deep breaths.
“I need to return to the laboratory. I am brewing a complex potion to help
these two recover faster,” Snape informed them. He didn’t wait for a response,
simply turning on his heel and leaving as fast as he arrived, his black robes
billowing behind him.
Ron stared at the door the Potions Master just went through. “Did he just
act politely to us and act concerned about Harry?”
Hermione looked thoughtful for a few moments before responding, “He did.”
“I told you yesterday that he had a deeper side,” Fred interjected.
“You did,” George agreed.
Hermione nodded again.
Ron looked puzzled… again.
The four of them settled back into a comfortable silence.
Percy was sitting in front of a roaring fire in his flat. The temperature
that night dipped a few degrees below freezing and the old stone walls of the
castle were bitterly cold. The atmosphere of doom, left over from the attack
at the end of the Quidditch game, was also made the cold temperature feel even
colder.
So far, Percy had had several visitors. Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin
and Professor Flitwick had each been to see him, making sure he was being kept
up to date on Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy’s conditions.
He had the distinct impression that Professor Lupin was lost and needed someone
to talk to. Lupin had told him about his brief foray into the Forbidden Forest
to get the ingredients that Professor Snape had needed. He had also mentioned
how Severus had chased him out of the potions lab. Percy had only nodded and
posed various questions to keep Remus’ mind occupied. Overall, he felt he did
a good job when Lupin had finally decided to go back to his own rooms.
Percy looked up again when he heard his door open. The other visitors had
all knocked of course. The only one that would enter without knocking was Justin.
He felt his heart flutter slightly when Justin kissed him on the side of his
head. He then plopped down next to Percy and cuddled into him, eyes on the
crackling fire.
“Are you doing ok, Perce?”
Percy took a deep breath, “I remember the day when Harry first became the Boy
Who Lived even though I was only five. Life was very difficult back then, with
everyone scared to death of the Dark Lord and his minions. Harry, somehow,
had survived the Avada Kedavra curse. And not only that, the curse rebounded
back at the Dark Lord, killing him instead. Today, Harry survived again and
his attacker died.”
“I saw the whole thing. I’ve heard about the curse. I’ve lost my parent’s
to it,” his voice hitched slightly, “but I’ve never seen it before today. It’s
not something I ever want to see again,” his voice trailed off. Justin suddenly
had tears flowing down his cheeks.
Percy didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he pulled Justin into him, causing
Justin to break loose completely with heart-wrenching sobs. Percy rocked him
back and forth, cooing things to him for a very long time.
Fred had left the infirmary not long after the Potions Master did. He wandered
aimlessly for a few moments before deciding on his destination. He altered
direction and made a beeline straight for the Ravenclaw common room. He needed
to see Zavien.
Fred was in luck when he arrived at the portrait guarding the Ravenclaw common
room. Terry Boots was just going in.
“Terry, I’m here to see Zavien. Would you mind if I came in?”
Terry turned around to look at Fred and then nodded in response.
Fred’s luck continued to prove to be good tonight, because Zavien was sitting
in a chair in front of the fire right there in the common room.
“Fred. Hello,” Zavien said, surprised to see his boyfriend in Ravenclaw Tower.
“Are you busy?” Fred asked, stress leaking into his falsely cheerful voice.
Zavien, feeling somewhat alarmed, stood immediately and wobbled at the sudden
rush of blood from his head. Fred was beside him very quickly to support him.
“Thanks Fred. Was there someplace you wanted to go?”
“Back to my room. We can talk privately there.”
Zavien nodded.
They moved together and went out the portrait, heading towards Gryffindor Tower.
It took them only a few minutes to walk there and they found it surprisingly
empty upon arrival. There were only a couple of second years in the common
room. Fred went straight for the stairs to the dormitories, Zavien trailing
behind him.
“Here in Gryffindor, the Seventh year students are separated into two people
per room. George and I share, of course. George is staying out most of the
night to take care of a few things,” Fred smirked at Zavien.
“So we have the room to ourselves for awhile then?”
“Yes.”
“What did you have in mind?” Zavien asked apprehensively.
“Talking, some cuddling and then sleep. Nothing nefarious.”
Zavien broke out into a grin, “And if I feel a sudden need for something nefarious?”
“Then you’ll still have to wait. You haven’t recovered fully from your ordeal
yet,” Fred replied with a slight hitch to his voice.
Fred closed the door and started to pull off his robes.
Zavien’s eyes widened. “I thought you said that we were only going to talk?”
“We are. I’m getting ready for bed and as you may recall, I sleep in my boxer
shorts. You did last time. Are you going to this time?”
“Yes,” Zavien mumbled quietly as he too began to strip.
As soon as Fred was down to his boxers, he hopped into his bed and held the
covers up for Zavien. Zavien finished quickly and crawled in with him. They
snuggled up tightly together.
“I just found you and I almost lost you. I then watched my adoptive brother
get struck with Avada Kedavra for the second time in his life. I need someone
safe to hold,” Fred trailed off.
“Don’t forget getting beat nearly to death in the same time period,” Zavien
added.
“That too. You don’t mind do you?”
“Of course not you ginger-haired twit! I wouldn’t have followed you if I didn’t
want to spend the night with you.”
Zavien snuggled into Fred and Fred wrapped his arms around him. They didn’t
talk any further, having opted to simply snuggle and go to sleep.
Ron and Hermione left the infirmary about twenty minutes after Fred. They
walked side-by-side, Ron’s arm around Hermione. They made their way up to the
Gryffindor flat; since it was the only comfortable place they could go to be
alone. They gave the password to the boy in the portrait, who smiled at them
both and opened to reveal the main room. Ron used his wand to stoke the fire
into a much larger one. They then settled down comfortably on the couch and
they stared at the fire for a long time in silence.
“Why does Harry always have to suffer, Mione?”
“I don’t know Ron. I just don’t know.”
“Harry is always getting attacked, or ambushed, or picked on.”
“I wonder if it is because he is a hero?” Hermione postulated.
“What do you mean by that?” Ron asked sounding puzzled.
“A hero is someone that does the right thing, no matter the cost. Harry has
had hero stamped on his forehead for fourteen years. Granted, he didn’t know
about it until he was eleven, but it is built into his personality. He wants
to help other people. He does it all the time. Even back on the first day
of classes in the first flying lesson. He was standing up to Malfoy for Neville.
He could have been expelled for flying without supervision, but he did it anyway.”
“I see what you are getting at. He doesn’t do it on purpose though.”
“That is what makes him the hero, Ron. He doesn’t do it for glory. He doesn’t
do it to get his name in the paper. He does it because he believes it is the
right thing to do.”
“That sounds like our Harry. And there is nothing we can do except what we
have been doing. Be there for him and help him as best we can.”
“Yes. He reminds me of a poem I read a long time ago written by a muggle.
I don’t remember all of it, just the last bit:
and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”*
“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Never give up and never surrender.
Yeah, Mione, you’re right. That does sound like Harry.
“Should we sleep here tonight, Ron?” Hermione asked.
“I’d like to, if you want to?”
She smiled at him and pulled him into an embrace. Pieces of clothing slowly
hit the floor as they prepared to sleep. She briefly used her wand to summon
a few blankets and pillows.
They enjoyed each other’s company for some time before drifting off to sleep.
Very late that night, Severus returned to the hospital wing. He entered quietly,
without his usual panache. He was carrying two rather important vials of potion
after all. No sense in risking them in storming about when there was no audience
to appreciate it. It didn’t stop the smirk from appearing on his face at the
thought, though.
Snape looked around in the barely lit room. The Gryffindor crowd had mostly
left. The only people in the ward at the moment were Harry, Draco, and a Weasley
twin sitting in a chair between the two beds, his wand in his hand and a scowl
on his face that would rival his own.
“Good evening Mr. Weasley. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Snape purred darkly.
“I’m making sure that none of the heartless bastards in your house come to
harm my friends,” George answered coldly.
The coldness in his voice most certainly did not fit with Snape’s grasp on
reality. This was one of the eternally cheerful Weasley twins after all. In
fact, now that he was closer, he recognized that it was George Weasley, his
best seventh year potions student. Fred wasn’t nearly as good. According to
Professor Flitwick however, Fred was quite good in charms.
“The coldness doesn’t suit you George,” Severus replied quietly in a sincere
voice.
George’s eyebrows rose into his hairline and his mouth dropped open in surprise.
Professor Snape didn’t put him down. He didn’t correct him and he didn’t act
like a sarcastic insufferable git.
“Will those potions help?” George asked after a moment of awkward silence.
“They should. They are powerful energy restoring potions. Normally, I wouldn’t
allow them to be used on boys so young, but it is the only thing we can think
of to help them recover from a curse that no one else has survived,” Snape explained
quietly as he made each boy drink the potion in turn.
Draco gagged a little in his sleep, but Snape seemed to be an expert in getting
unconscious people to swallow potions. George didn’t want to know why that
was.
“Why don’t you go back to your dorms and get some sleep?” Snape asked George.
“I’d prefer not to leave them alone.”
“I’ll be staying with them, Mr. Weasley. I assure you, no harm will come to
them.”
George’s brown eyes burned into Snape’s black ones for several moments before
he nodded and stood up. “Good evening, Professor.”
“Good evening, Mr. Weasley.”
Snape settled down comfortably in the chair that George had just vacated.
He pulled out his own wand and stared at it as he sat contemplating his long
day.
George left the Hospital wing and headed towards Gryffindor tower. Halfway
there, he had a sudden brainstorm. He immediately altered his direction and
ducked into a nearby secret passage.
It took him a few minutes to get to the particular storeroom that he had in
mind, but it was well worth the trip, as the plan of attack coalesced in his
mind. The grin on his face was decidedly predatory.
As soon as he was in the storeroom, he made a beeline for the “new product”
shelf. He disarmed the protection charm that was on the shelf and pulled down
one of his new potion vials. He hadn’t had a chance to test it with an audience
yet. Now was as good a time as any.
He stifled an urge to laugh manically at the expected results of this venture.
He grinned widely instead. He reactivated the charm over the remaining vials
and then went on his way.
He decided to stay in the secret passageways because of the hour. It took
him an extra ten minutes to reach the kitchen, but it was safer this way. He
stepped into the corridor leading to the kitchen and went immediately to the
proper portrait and tickled it. The handle appeared and he went into the kitchen.
The House Elves immediately surrounded him.
“Is Dobby here?” George asked.
Dobby made his way forward. “Yes, Master Weasy?”
“Can you do me a big favor Dobby?”
“What?” Dobby asked nervously.
George pulled out his vial, “Put this in Pansy Parkinson’s morning juice.”
Dobby looked suspicious, “I shouldn’t do that.”
“Pansy was involved in several recent attempts to hurt Harry Potter,” George
stated, his eyes flashing.
Dobby snatched the vial from George. “Dobby will do as Harry’s other Weasy
asks.”
“Thank you Dobby. I owe you a sock.”
“You’d give Dobby a sock?” Dobby asked in awe.
“Of course. Next time I see you. What color would you like?”
“Red, like Gryffindor,” Dobby said immediately.
“Ok. Thank you Dobby.”
Dobby nodded and George made his way out.
Mrs. Norris was standing outside the door when he opened it. She meowed loudly
at him. He smiled down at her and ruffled through his inner pocket and dropped
some catnip in front of her. She pawed it suspiciously and then sniffed it.
And that was that.
George went on his way and ducked back into the secret passageway. He stayed
on the other side of the door for a moment and listened as Filch weased past
the door and then cursed loudly at his cat.
“With his ability to curse, you’d never know he was a Squib,” George chuckled
to himself.
George went on his way and made it back to Gryffindor tower in a near record
time. The Fat Lady, who was used to him and his twin sneaking in and out, only
opened one eye at him before swinging open.
George made his way straight to the room he shared with Fred. He noticed immediately
that Fred was not alone. Fred woke up, of course. He always did and vice versa.
Fred tapped a few different patterns on the side of the bed.
“So I noticed. Make sure you make it to breakfast tomorrow,” George replied
verbally.
“Why?” Fred whispered quietly.
George tapped out a response.
Fred snorted.
“Good night, brother mine.”
“You too, George.”
George settled quickly into bed and smiled again at the ingeniousness of their
secret communication code. They had needed it in years past when they shared
a room with all their yearmates. Now that they shared their own room, they
didn’t use it nearly as much. It did add deniability to their activities and
allowed for private communication though, since only the two of them knew their
code.
Dumbledore walked through the darkened hallways of his school at a very early
hour. He couldn’t sleep because there was entirely too much on his mind. Even
the use of his pensive didn’t seem to help tonight. Purely on whim he decided
to check in on the two boys in the infirmary. About halfway there he met up
with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
“Good evening Remus. What are you doing up at this hour?”
“I was going to check on Severus and the boys.”
“Severus is in the hospital wing?” Dumbledore asked sounding surprised.
“He told me earlier that George Weasley was guarding the two boys and that
he thought that he had the responsibility to replace him so that George could
get some sleep.”
Albus smiled slightly. “It so happens that I’m heading there as well. Would
you like to join me?”
“Of course, sir,” Remus replied.
The two men walked side by side the remaining distance to the infirmary, each
lost in their own thoughts. They walked into the infirmary to find Severus
reading through a magazine, Potion Innovators, with his wand out and
ready.
“Good evening Severus. How are the boys? Any changes?” Albus asked.
“They are resting more peacefully now and their color is back. If I had a
guess, I’d say they were merely sleeping now.”
“Good. What are you doing here?”
“I was staying here so that someone would be with them when they woke up,”
Severus replied defensively.
Albus smiled serenely at him. “I’ll take your place. Why don’t you go and
get some sleep. Both of you.”
Remus looked at the Headmaster and nodded. “Good evening sir.”
“Good evening Remus, Severus.”
“Good evening, Headmaster,” Snape demurred quietly.
Dumbledore settled down into the seat that Snape had just gotten out of. He
picked up the magazine that Severus and left behind and chuckled silently when
he read the article that Severus was looking at. “Hogwarts’ Potions Master”
“Are you doing okay Severus?” Remus asked as they walked back towards the teachers’
wing.
“Today has been a very strange day Remmy.”
“There is no arguing with that. Would you like to stop in my room for a quick
drink?”
Severus blinked, then nodded.
They arrived without seeing so much as a ghost. They sat in front of the fire
and drank down several bottles of Alcoholic Butterbeer.
It wasn’t nearly enough to stop the images of the green light of death from
flashing through their minds and souls.
Harry’s dream shifted again. He was on the Quidditch Pitch and Avada Kedavra
had just hit Draco. Harry was absolutely terrified that he’d loose the boy
that was the other half of his soul. He reached with all his might down the
link between them.
Both Harry and Draco sat bolt upright in their beds gasping for air at the
same time. Dumbledore was so startled he nearly fell out of his chair instead
of rising out of it. He went quickly to Harry’s side and locked eyes with him.
“Harry!”
Harry snapped out of his fright and that in turn released the terror that Draco
was suffering as well and Draco lay back just as suddenly as he sat up.
“What happened?” Harry asked as Dumbledore helped him lay back down.
“You were attacked. You both survived the Killing Curse.”
Harry gaped at him.
Dumbledore conjured a small mirror and tugged down the sheet that was covering
Harry’s chest. He handed the mirror to Harry.
Harry looked in the mirror and gasped. He traced the new scar over his heart
with his finger as tears appeared in his eyes.
Draco sniffled as well. Dumbledore turned around and took Draco’s hand.
“How do you feel Draco?”
“I was hit with the curse as well?”
Dumbledore nodded.
“How can that be?”
“I don’t know Draco. You have a matching scar on your chest to Harry’s new
scar.”
Harry sent love surging down the link and Draco relaxed again.
Dumbledore, surprisingly agile and strong for a man in his one hundred and
fiftieth year, gently lifted Draco off his bed and placed him in bed with Harry.
Harry sensed the intention, so had his sheet lifted when Dumbledore had settled
Draco in.
“You two are going to need a lot of rest if you are going to recover fully.”
“Who attacked us? What happened?”
“Marcus Flint was the one who attacked. Apparently whatever protected Harry
fourteen years ago is still protecting him today. The curse struck him, then
bounced to you Draco and then bounced back at Marcus. Marcus was killed. He
was wearing Gryffindor robes, so he obviously was here for this specific purpose.
Professor Snape thinks it is likely that he is the one that attacked Zavien
and Colin so brutally.”
“I’m glad he’s dead,” Draco said coldly through clenched teeth.
“I doubt he was acting on Voldemort’s orders,” Dumbledore continued, “because
Voldemort wants to kill you himself.”
“That’s comforting,” Draco replied sarcastically.
Dumbledore just looked at him with those deep blue eyes.
Draco squirmed, “Sorry Headmaster.”
“I understand how difficult it is for the two of you and for your friends.
That is the main reason that I allow your relationship to have so much freedom.
It is not my policy in general to encourage students to have so intimate a relationship
while here at school.”
Draco nodded. So did Harry.
“You two should get back to sleep. Welcome back to us boys,” Dumbledore said
looking at both boys deeply in turn.
Both boys nodded and then cuddled together and dropped back off to sleep like
they were magically assisted.
Dumbledore, who was standing in the door, lowered his wand, turned and walked
out of the infirmary.
End of Chapter 23
* end of "Ulysses" by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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