Buried History

Chapter 7 He Knows

Harry woke up in the middle of the night, his scar burning. It felt like his head would blow up.

He grabbed his cloak and stumbled to the door.

He covered himself with the invisibility cloak and made his way to the Headmaster's office. Harry didn't stop to check the time he was in too much pain.

When he arrived, he hurriedly gave the password and knocked on the door urgently.

Dumbledore answered the door and let Harry in.

"Harry, my boy, what is it?" He asked, slightly worried.

"My scar is hurting, my head feels like it's going to blow up. He's angry. I can't keep him out. He's angry, but he's also pleased." The boy with glasses explained.

Dumbledore nodded and turned to the portraits on the wall.

"Vindictus, please alert Professor Barron. She needs to be here." Albus said calmly.

"Yes, Headmaster." The former Headmaster said, and left his painting.

The turned to another. "Alert Severus as well.."

"Yes, sir." The painting said.

Harry sat down on one of the chairs.

The first painting returned. "Professor Barron and Professor Snape are on their way, Dumbledore."

"Thank you." The Old wizard didn't question the fact that he'd sent two portraits and one confirmed both of their arrivals.

A few moments later, Eliza and Severus entered Dumbledore's office.

She wore a long, floor length, white nightgown made of satin. An equally long robe was draped over her shoulders, covering her slender arms, loosely tied around her small waist.

Her hair was a mess of wild dark curls that fell to her hips.

Although she was in sleepwear, she seemed very awake.

Severus stood behind her, perfectly healed of the event that took place a few weeks prior.

He still wore his robes, despite the fact that it was 2 in the morning.

He too, seemed very alert of the situation.

"What's going on?" The woman asked.

Her question was answered when Harry yelled in agony.

"Oh, Merlin." She said under her breath. "He's in the boy's head, isn't he? The Dark Lord."

She approached Harry warily and placed a hand on his head gently.

She pulled back her hand as though he'd burned her.

"Mr. Potter, I need you to try to calm your mind. Otherwise, I won't be able to help you." She said.

Her tone was demanding, yet soothing at the same time. She had an uncanny ability to meddle with people's emotions.

Harry calmed down, but he still felt that searing pain.

She placed her hand on his head once more and closed her eyes.

Harry's eyes unfocused and his features slacked a bit.

"Much better." She said, pushing his hair away from his scar. She kneeled in front of him and looked into his eyes. "Block him out. You know Occlumency. It's written in your mind. Use that knowledge."

After a few moments, Harry looked up, his eyes focused again.

"He's out." He said.

"That's very go-" Dumbledore started to say, but he was cut off by a blood curdling scream.