Title: Trust and Betrayal
Author: Michelle
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot. All characters are from the mind of JK Rowling. No money is being made from this and no copyright infringements intended.
Summary: Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be one of trust and betrayal. Who should he trust? Who will betray him? Doing the easy thing and doing the right thing aren't as easy to choose between as one might think.
AN: One hundred BILLION apologies. I know I haven't updated FOREVER but I've been on internet hiatus pretty much for a long time. I've been working at school stuff. So, it was either this or a 4.0 (Haha - which I got) <3 ya! New chapter tomorrow! Maybe even tonight!
Chapter Six
The next morning Harry woke up to the sunlight coming in through the open blinds in Hermione's bedroom. He sat up in bed but didn't see Hermione in the room. Stretching and yawning he got up and walked around the room. It wasn't big but it's wasn't exactly small.
He sat down at her desk. Spinning around a couple times in her chair he heard the door opening behind him. Stopping he realized that it was Hermione. Cautiously she made her way over to him.
Harry smiled at her warmly and she sat down on the bed. Harry walked over to her and sat down next to her.
It wasn't an awkward silence. It was nice. Everything seemed okay… "Hermione, I'm sorry." Harry said with a sigh.
"What? Harry, no. It wasn't your fault. Stop it." Hermione said. She just wanted Harry to be better.
"Hermione, I know all of that. But see, it was my hands that did it. I was just there. I couldn't do anything to help you. The look in your eyes - you were scared of me." Harry trailed off a bit.
"Harry, no, quit punishing yourself. Everything is okay. Snape will be punished. Dumbledore is coming back this afternoon to talk about it with you. Everything will be okay." She said comfortingly.
"Okay…" Harry seemed sceptical of this. He just couldn't wrap his mind around what had happened. It was all too weird for him. The most disconcerting part, however, is that he had no idea it was about to happen. It could happen again at any time. How was he supposed to get Hermione away from him - what if it happened again? Right now even. Harry stood up abruptly.
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked him. Harry didn't know what had made him stand up. Shaking it off he made a lame excuse to go to the bathroom and walked out the door leaving a flummoxed Hermione behind him.
Harry walked into the hall and turned right, headed for the bathroom. He shook his head and took a deep breath to relax himself. He had to talk to Dumbledore soon. He didn't know what was going on. He was a danger to Hermione.
He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bathtub letting his head fall into his hands. He sat there for a little while and stood up. Taking a good look in the mirror he took another deep breath. Before turning to leave he could have sworn he saw his eyes flash red.
Laughing at himself he walked out the door and past Hermione's room. She wasn't inside so he headed on downstairs to find her. He saw her sitting on the couch watching TV.
He sat down beside her. "Hey." He said leaning back into the couch. Hermione scrunched her eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile.
"You're acting a little strange today." She said flipping through the channels.
"Yeah, it's no big deal." Harry said. He was acting strange today. Maybe it was all the sleep he was getting lately. It was making him kind of relaxed. He stood up again. Feeling dizzy he turned to explain to Hermione before falling down to the ground.
Before he went out he heard Hermione screaming for help again.
Harry opened his eyes slowly. He found he was sensitive to the light and quickly closed them again. "What's going on?" He asked before trying, once again, to open his eyes.
Hermione gasped and got up. "Harry!" She said delightedly. She breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to kiss his forehead in happiness.
Dumbledore knocked and Hermione went to go and open the door for him. "Harry, how are you feeling?" He asked. Harry didn't reply, only turned his head away from Hermione and Dumbledore.
"Harry, what's wrong? We can figure this out if you'll just talk to us." Hermione said looking saddened.
"If she leaves." Harry said without turning over. Hermione's face fell and she looked down at the floor.
"Miss Granger - if you will…" Dumbledore nodded toward the door. Giving her a sympathetic look he motioned for her to shut the door. She did so and waited for them to finish.
"Harry, what happened?" He asked sitting down in the chair Hermione had recently been occupying. Harry sat up and turned around to face Dumbledore before he started to explain.
"Yesterday morning I woke up. I felt perfectly normal. When I tried to move, I couldn't. I couldn't blink - I couldn't even open my eyes. I heard someone come in the room and my eyes opened. I didn't do it though. I felt myself stand up and I realized that it was Hermione who had come in. I remember saying things to her I wouldn't normally say. I called her a mudblood and I almost used Avada Kedavra on her. That's when I pulled through and didn't let that happen." Harry finished looking over to the headmaster for his opinion on what had happened.
"Is that all that happened?" Dumbledore looked him in the eye and waited for an answer. Harry paused and then nodded, not able to look his headmaster in the eye. "Very well, all I can say is that I'm sure Voldemort has something to do with it." Dumbledore concluded.
"Something? He has everything to do with it. It was him!" Harry said loudly. Dumbledore, however, didn't falter in his reply.
"Harry, of course it was Voldemort." Dumbledore's comment was so uninformative Harry looked at him for more of an answer. He didn't continue.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, obviously confused as to what the old man had meant by this. Dumbledore didn't answer but continued to the door. Opening it he turned to look back at Harry, if only for a second, and shut the door behind him.
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