Godfather and Godson

Chapter 105: Prestigious Schools Pt.1

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Waking up with a sudden start, Harry glanced around the dark room and let out a sigh of relief when he realized he was in his private quarters of Godric Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Placing his hand on his scar, Harry could not feel that stinging sensation coming from his now faded scar which usually did after one of his nightmares involved with Voldemort.

Once again he was assaulted by those nightmares of Voldemort's dark reign, his parents' death, Voldemort's rise, and their eventual clash. However no longer where they even connected anymore by soul fragments, so he got him wondering what was going on.

This time he was pretty sure he saw a vision of Voldemort ordering about armor-clad knights in heavyset black plates with skulled helmets.

It was like he was having prophesied dreams of the past, present, and future of the two of them who were connected irrevocably by something beyond just souls. Harry was pretty sure he was no Seer; he never got hit in the face with a vision, nor did he have the foresight that came it.

There was something that bond the two of them that he just couldn't wrap his mind around; like Prophecy was made about them or something along those lines. Though he was pretty sure he never did hear one, but nevertheless it looked like he and Voldemort would be still doing this little dance.

That psychopath would be coming for him whatever reason - through fate or just sheer hate for what he stood for - the two of them were on a collision path.

The only thing that he could take comfort in was that he and the old fart would soon be moving against Barty Jr. to uncover his Dark lord's plans. Before that they would need to locate Moody so that the Death Eater couldn't use old hardened Auror against them, and use hold his life within his grasp.

So Dumbledore was busy counseling his devices which he used to keep watch on the school since he couldn't call on Lady Hogwarts anymore for assistance on locating the renowned Auror.

Which served him right after what he did to her, so that he could have complete control of the school and implement any directives he wanted.

And the funny thing was his monitoring devices did not even hold a candle stick against Lady Hogwart's capacity to ward, and monitor this school as the goat was struggling to do them by himself.

He could help the old man locate Moody in just a flash with the new controls he had over the school, but he would be showing his hand too early. Thus as much as it pained him and he wanted to speed things along, he had to wait for the old man to turn in some results.

His sudden jolt seem to stir the other occupants of the bed as Aurora Sinistra looked at him groggily while Bathsheda Babbling turned in the sheets. "What wrong," his astronomy professor asked as she got up to run her fingers along his chest.

"Nothing," Harry answered as she shook his head. He got up and begin to dress in the pale dawn light putting on his robes and undergarments.

"Are you sure you don't want to say in bed a little bit longer?" Aurora asked in a sensual voice as she patted the empty spot near her. "I am sure I can keep you in for a very long while."

As much as Harry did want to acquiesce to that pleasant invitation, he knew he needed to get started early on his day, and after that bout of new nightmares he wasn't really feeling up to any carnal activities for the moment.