A New Day - HP

Chapter Three.

Waking up well-rested and not dreading having to deal with the general populace was something that I could get used to. I got out of bed and went through my usual routine of getting ready for the day ahead. I began my trek to the Great Hall but I was stopped by Ron, Ginny, and Hermione just as I exited the Common Room.

"Harry, why won't you forgive Ron and Hermione, baby? They are very sorry and they just want to be friends again," said the youngest Weasley.

"First of all, why I no longer want to be friends with them is rather simple. I need friends who will stick by my side. Not abandon me whenever they feel. I can't take the constant hot and cold with them. Secondly, why in the bloody hell are you calling me 'baby'?"

A confused expression made its way across her face as she responded. "Because I'm your girlfriend."

I looked at her and did the only thing I could in response to that. I laughed. "Ginny," I said slowly as if I were speaking to a child, "you and I aren't dating. We could never date."

"And why is that?" Ron asked, speaking up for the first time.

"Because I'm gay, Ronald," I said shaking my head.

"No you're not," said Granger all matter-of-factly.

"Last I checked," I said coldly, "I'm the only one who can decide who I want to fuck and Ginny is lacking the right body parts to do that fucking." Tired of this conversation, I walked off ignoring their efforts at trying to stop me.

-Time was skipped because breakfast was boring and all he did was eat and be glared at. -

Potions was my first class of the day so after breakfast I made my way down to the dungeons. As I walked into the potions corridor, someone pushed past me knocking me to the floor and scattering my books that were in my hands. Looking up I saw Ron glare at me as he and Granger walked by.

"Trouble in paradise, Potter?" came Malfoy's snobbish voice.

"Bugger off, Malfoy," I said as I began to gather up my things.

"Five points from Gryffindor for your language, Potter," came Snape's monotonous voice. We all hurried into the classroom and took our seats.

"Looks as though you and I are working together today," said Malfoy as he took the seat next to me.

"Today you will be working on brewing a Shrinking potion. The ingredients and instructions are on the board. Begin."

"You want to get the ingredients, Potter?" Malfoy asked, eyebrow raised.

"Sure," I said. I quickly made my way to the supply closet and gathered the necessary ingredients to make the potion.

"I'll add the ingredients while you prepare them," Malfoy said as I returned to our table. I nodded and we began to quietly work on our potion. By the time the bell rang signaling the end of class, we had a perfectly brewed potion.

"Listen, Malfoy. Don't you think it's about time we ended this silly little feud that we've got going and move on?" I asked. "Truce?" I asked, holding my hand out for him to shake.

Taking my hand, He smirked at me. "Truce."

"See you around, Draco," I said as I left making my way to my next class.

The rest of the day was a blur. I made my way from class to class and avoided the Annoying Trio every time they tried to approach me. After dinner, I made my way up to my dorm. Ensuring that I was alone, I got the Marauder's map out of my trunk.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The map appeared and I quickly scanned the map for Barty. Seeing that he was in his office, I grabbed my Invisibility Cloak and made my way to the second floor. Quietly, I slipped into his office and pulled off the Cloak.

"Hey, Barty," I said softly. He looked up, panicked for a second but quickly calmed when he saw that it was just me.

"Need something, Potter?" he asked as he went back to grading papers.

"Yes, actually," I said as I made my way around his desk to stand next to him leaning on the desk.

"Well?" he asked, not looking up from what he was doing.

"I need you to take me to him," I said. He looked up, expression clearly saying that he thought I was insane.

"Why would you want to do that?" he asked disbelief in his voice.

"Because Barty, I've been thinking a lot lately and I've been putting the pieces together. You're a Death Eater. He wouldn't send you here for no reason. You put my name into the Goblet of Fire. He's been trying to come back. Putting two and two together, it's obvious that he needs something from me to do that, or else he wouldn't have had you enter me. So let's do it now. Why wait? I'd much rather you take me now than be whisked away during one of the tasks."

"You sure about this, Potter?" he asked. I don't think that I will ever get used to people being concerned for me.

"As sure as I can be given the number of times he has tried to kill me," I said, giving a nervous laugh.

"Alright, you'll have to wait until a Hogsmeade weekend when we can both get out of Hogwarts because the portkey won't work within these wards," he said thoughtfully.

"You know, that there are other ways to get out of Hogwarts with no one the wiser," I said slowly.

"Really?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yes. There's a passage beneath a one-eyed witch statue by the stairs to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, leading to the cellar of Honeydukes. You just have to tap the hump with your wand and say the word Dissendium to the witch and the hump on the statue will open just wide enough for a small person to slide down to the hidden passageway. You'll have to wait until you become you again though because Moody's body won't fit."

"Well, we'll leave in ten minutes then," he said. He continued grading papers to pass the time while I walked around examining his office.

"You know, it just occurred to me that you need access to Moody to get hairs for the Polyjuice potion. Where is he?" I asked.

"In the trunk in the corner. It's heavily warded and extended."

"Why don't you just cut off his hair and kill him?" I inquired.

"Because the potion won't work if he is dead." I nodded my head.

"Urgh," I heard him say. Turning I saw that the Polyjuice had worn off.

"Let's go," I said, slipping the Invisibility Cloak over the both of us. Quickly we made our way to the passage. About halfway to Honeydukes, he stopped. We slipped out of the cloak.

"The wards end here," he said. "We can port key to his hideout now."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a soda bottle top. Grabbing my shoulder, he whispered, "Mosmorde."

"Well...well...well," came a posh voice as we stumbled to a landing.

"Potter," said Voldemort's cold, snake-like voice.