THE NEVER-MEANT-TO-MAKE HORCRUX - HARRY AND DUMBLEDORE FANFICTION

Suddenly, Harry woke up. It was 1.30 of the clock in the morning and the room was completely dark. Someone was snoring, perhaps it was Ron.

He couldn’t sleep. He had had a bad dream; or rather it was the revisualization of the memory of his past. The dream of Sirius, his godfather, being killed by Bellatrix Lestrange constantly tortured him, made him weak and added an ounce more to his agony. He always had a perfect vision of Sirius’s eyes and perhaps that was too real to not allow him to overlook his loss.

His hands automatically reached out for the wand under the pillow. “Lumos”, he mumbled. A faint light glowed on the top of his wand. He took out the Marauder’s map from his trunk and quietly muttered, “I solemnly swear that I am upto no good”.

The revelation was quite astounding! There were at least a dozen, give or take few, people in the Gryffindor common room. What are they doing - Harry thought - there must be a special occasion. But then, Ron was on his bed, Seamus half on his bed and Neville on the floor (his bed was empty; perhaps he fell down, as always). Hermione was on her room, map showed that all right, but Fred, George, Angelina, Katie, Dean and even Ginny. Lord! Are they … at this time of the day, Harry thought.

Harry had been in a relationship before but he had trouble maintaining it.

The map’s revelation made him curious; he wanted to see them -- God knows what he wanted to see!

 He quietly leapt out of his bed. Infact he was tip-toeing, unconsciously of course. He then remembered that he could infact be unnoticed, by using his invisibility cloak. He tiptoed back to his trunk, took out his cloak and slipped it over himself. He was splendidly invisible.

He walked down the stairs that linked the Gryffindor common room. And the thing he saw definitely deserved holy-cricket. There was amorous snogging all around!

 He couldn’t see Ginny; she was perhaps avoiding Fred and George. He tried to search her, he didn’t know why.

But as he passed George and Angelina, something awkward happened. Angelina felt really uncomfortable, she stopped kissing George and went out of the common room. Harry backed off. Fred gave what-was-that look; George shrugged. Fred then gave go-follow-her look; George obeyed. Did she know I was here - Harry thought.

He proceeded towards the hallway, hoping to find Ginny. And indeed, he found her, snogging with Dean Thomas. It made him feel sad; he didn’t know why. Almost automatically, he went closer to them. As soon as he moved a bit closer, Ginny punched Dean on his face and rudely asked him to shove off. Angelina had behaved strangely, all right, but Ginny’s beaviour was more than just strange. Harry felt extremely uncomfortable and was equally perplexed. He stared at Ginny’s enraged face for a moment and went quietly to his bed.

He had many thoughts on his head now. But despite all this, he fell asleep. Perhaps, he was too tired to think.

Suddenly, he found himself on Headmaster Dumbledore’s office. Is this dream, he thought. He was still on his sleeping robes but inside the invisibility cloak. Dumbledore was reading something and humming like a bumblebee.

“I see that you are troubled Harry, am I correct!”

Harry knew he was in the dream but everything seemed perfectly real. Fawkes was staring at him and so was the sorting hat.

Then he realized he was in his invisibility cloak. How did Dumbledore know he was there … maybe because it is a dream.

“Umm … how did you know, Professor!”

“You said we are in dream. If that is what it is, the answer should present itself to you, Harry!” Dumbledore winked. Harry hadn’t said anything a word about it-was-a-dream to Headmaster. He somehow knew that Dumbledore knew everything.

“You strike me as a wise man Harry. It is indeed curious as how you see today’s events linked to your successive failure to maintain relationship with, if I am not mistaken, Miss Chang.” Dumbledore smiled.

Harry was shocked, how did he know that, “Umm and there are more …”

“Indeed I have knowledge of those apparently strange series of events, Harry. But I suggest you, now is not the time. Trust me Harry, now is not the time”, Dumbledore spoke with all deep solemnity buried in his words. “Now is not the time.”

“But Professor, I cannot help but think about this connection … when I am around, things do not get, you know … normal”

“There shall come a time when it will be apparent to you, Harry. As I said, the answer shall present itself to you. You are not alone, you certainly aren’t. The discrepancy lies in the fact that you are the only living object that bears this fate.”

“I don’t understand” This time Harry seemed worried.

“I repeat Harry, the truth shall present itself to you in future, if you so desire of course.” Dumbledore spoke in his usual calm voice.

“What if it doesn’t?”  Harry was still worried.

“To answer that I shall merely say, Help shall always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for It.” Dumbledore smiled. Everything was strange.

The dream was over and Harry felt relieved, strangely.

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Next day Harry seemed quite relaxed before Hermione asked him to lend his quill for some time. Harry had lost it and what more, the next class was of Professor Snape. He left his breakfast and ran to Gryffindor tower. On his way he noticed that Dumbledore’s seat was empty.

He reached the entrance door and quite surprisingly, he found it open. Normally, a fat lady asked for the password but he then realized that he had forgotten the password. He seemed to be relieved that fat lady was gone for now! As soon as he entered, he was shocked to find Dumbledore smiling at him.

“Oh Professor Dumbledore ..?” Harry remarked involuntarily.

Dumbledore was smiling,” You all right Harry?”

“Yes, I am ... I certainly am, Professor!”

“Well then, I better leave, if what you say is true!” Dumbledore smiled at Harry.

“Yes, umm sure … umm … it’s good to see you, you know, in private, after a long time.” Harry spoke uncomfortably.

“Oh, I thought we just met today morning” Dumbledore took out his old clock, “at around 2 of the clock, if I am not mistaken”.

With those words, Dumbledore smiled and disapparated. Harry knew that disapparition was impossible inside Hogwarts. But the thing that perplexed him were the last words of Professor.

Everything was strange.