The Real Truth

Series 1 Chapter 17

The Real Truth
Series 1 Chapter 17

Harry awoke in another pile of sweat. It had been happening for the past few weeks all due to a dream. It was like he was in Voldemort's mind, he was mad and the dream always ended with the same black door. It was almost Christmas break and a lot of things had happened. Harry still hadn't figured out how he felt towards Draco, Dumbledore was keeping a closer eye on Harry, Umbridge's use of blood ink quills on the students was looked into and she was fired from Hogwarts and the ministry. Kingsley Shacklebolt, an arour, had come to replace her and teach defense. Harry was a bit upset that Remus wouldn't be teaching the class again but he was relieved when Kingsley tossed out the ministry's course and called it rubbish. His classes were amazing and they learned a lot, but Snape still gave them private lessons, turning them more towards the Dark Arts instead of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and teaching them more advanced spells. Hermione had decided to stay with them but refused to learn any dark magic, Ron had dropped out completely since he could learn the same from class now and didn't want to be doing any extra work.

Harry sat up in his bed and tried to calm down. He'd be leaving for Christmas with the Weasleys in a few days. He grabbed a book close by and started reading it, he could never go back to sleep after the dreams anyway. Harry groaned as the book was a potions book and set it back down. Slowly and quietly he got out of bed and stretched. He grabbed his map, invisibility cloak, a robe to throw on over his pajamas, and his wand. He opened the door and slipped out, deciding to take a walk to clear his mind. Harry made sure the coast was clear before walking out of the common room. He wouldn't use his cloak until he needed it. Harry made his way up to the astronomy tower.

When he reached the top of it he took a deep breath, the fresh breeze always calmed him. He paused though, when he read a name on the map. Draco Malfoy was currently walking the halls. Even though he was a ways behind Harry, he had a bad feeling Draco was coming up there. Harry melted into the shadows, and prepared to sneak away after Draco walked through the doorway. While he waited he stared up at the stars, he didn't have the best view but he could still see them. He thought about what happened last time he and Draco talked. He'd found out about being mates and about Harry's real identity, but he'd also said that everything he'd done was to get Harry's attention, he had even admitted to being a prat. He'd confessed that he'd fancies Harry since fist year and that just didn't seem like a very Malfoy thing to do, it confused Harry. Truth be told Draco hadn't insulted Ron, Hermione, or Harry the entire year, or in Diagon Alley. He sighed. For the first time, Harry didn't push away his unwanted thoughts.

Draco walked onto the top of the tower, he looked up at the stars and took a deep breath. He rested his arms on the railing as he sated at the night sky.

"You come here too huh?"

Draco turned around surprised at the voice. Harry walked up to him.

"Yeah... it helps calm me down."

Harry let a small smile onto his face, "That's one thing we can agree on."

Draco looked him up and down, "Why do you still wear a glamour? If I was the dark lords son I'd be telling everyone."

Harry chuckled, "Just because I'm his son doesn't mean he isn't still trying to kill me."

"If he wanted you dead you'd already be dead." Draco pointed out.

"Exactly. Which is why I'm still trying to figure everything out."