Harry Evans And The Horcrux

Chapter Thirty Two

The rest of the day went relatively smoothly, with only a few snide remarks shared between houses. The students had all readied for bed, including Draco.

Draco had, in fact, fallen asleep without a hitch. Which Harry was very grateful for. This made sneaking out very easy. He kissed Draco upon the head one last time and left down the stairs and out the entrance to the common room. It was much too easy, honestly.

He avoided Filch, and within half an hour he was gently knocking on Quirrels door. It was opened, and he was welcomed inside. The turban fell and Harry was left face to face with his so called father.

Harry pulled his legs up onto his chair and crossed them. Tom raised a nonexistent eyebrow and started in his smooth tone, "Dumbledore has not told us much. We know he is hiding the stone, and he needs the professors help completing the traps. I doubt they will be too hard as he expects you to grow into your hero complex and take on the course."

The boy nodded, "So, what, we just go and check it out?" To which he receives and sort of backwards nod. He jumps up, "Alright then, let's go. Filch is on the seventh floor currently."

Quirrel-Tom stood and joined him, redressing the turban. The two made their way to the third floor corridor. Harry opened the door with a flick of his wrist, earning an impressed smile from his mentor, who was currently fronting. The red eyes were a giveaway.

Fluffy was there, drooling. The two looked for clues, well, after they got over their shock. Harry was in awe of the oversized dog with three heads for a little while longer. Once Tom spotted the trap door the dog awoke.

He quickly noted Harry was causing the disturbance, staring intently at the animal with wrinkles creasing his forehead.

"What are you doing?" Tom hissed, but Harry nonchalantly waved his hand at him, effectively silencing him. Once Harry was done being stupid he dragged himself and Tom out of the room, locking it again.

"The dog - Fluffy - is Hagrids. He's meant to be protecting something but I couldn't see what. I need to pay a visit to Hagrid, I think." Tom nodded, slightly bewildered.

"Is that your logic thing, then?" Harry seized up at the question;

"Sort of," he murmured, "I call it logic, Sherlock Holmes logic, but really its magic. If I lock onto anything, really, that had recent contact with a living magical being I can read parts of their mind or past. Mind shields or not. I call it Muggle because reading Sherlock helped me understand it, and get a better grasp of it because you were clearly useless on the aspect. Also it protects me, so people don't hunt me because I know some form of mind magic."

Tom, bewildered by the explanation, pulled Harry into his chest, Harry seized up even more before returning the warm embrace. "Tom?" He spoke into the cloth of the others cloak, before being let go. Tom cleared his throat and gave a rare smile, before deciding to walk back to Quirrels classroom. Harry followed closely.

"So Tom, what about Snape?" He was met with a raised eyebrow.

"Is he your lover boy?" He was ignored, as were the rest of his questions.

When they got to the class door, Tom turned on his heel in order to block the entrance.

"Go to bed you insufferable brat." And the door was closed on Harry's face.

"Rude." He mumbled, before wandering. He was going to purposefully disobey.

He wandered aimlessly for awhile, narrowly missing teachers such as Snape and Filch. He came across an abandoned classroom which held just a mirror. He ignored the inscription on the top and simply decided to stare into it. He could feel the magic pulsing.

Before his eyes a scene unfolded; he was standing, holding Draco close to himself. Tom had one hand on his shoulder, and the other was interlocked with Severus'. To the left of Tom stood Bella, with a dark haired boy against her chest, his hair wild with black curls just like his mother, yet his eyes a vibrant blue. Harry quickly realised that it must be her son, he briefly wondered what the boys name was. Lucius and Narcissa stood close, and everyone looked overly happy.

Harry couldn't understand what he was seeing; the future, perhaps? But he supposed that if this were to show the future it would show something a little more drastic. Perhaps the future he wanted? Harry did want to just be happy, after all. He summed it up to that and vowed to come back when he was less exhausted.

He quickly made it back to his shared dorm, just for a teary eyed Draco, clad in wet pants and holding a stuffed bear to pop up in front of him and grip onto him. Harry muttered a quick cleaning charm, just as a one off he reminded himself, and shuffled them both over to his bed assuming Draco's was wet.

Draco explained he had a nightmare and got scared when he couldn't find Harry after a lot of coercion. Harry held him, and promised he wouldn't go anywhere without telling Draco first again. Soon they both nodded off to sleep, Draco with his thumb bobbing happily in his mouth.

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