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The Enemy of My Enemy

_Amber_Eyes_

Author's Note: I hope this chapter is enjoyable. The title phrase, which is used later in the chapter, I got from and episode of Stargate SG1, if you want to know more about it let me know

~*~Chapter 8 - O'ya woling woling we tayil~*~

"Honestly, Ron, he's been gone for two days now!" Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes at her often-clueless friend.

"I know that, Hermione, all I'm saying is that if it were You-know-who that took Harry, we would know by now." Ron argued.

Hermione was about to retort when a familiar voice interrupted her, "You two never stop, do you?"

"Harry!" Hermione smiled as she leapt from the Infirmary bed that she had been occupying, "Where have you been?"

"I-um-had some things to take care of," he said.

"Are you telling me that it was you who hexed Remus and I?" Hermione asked.

Harry's eyes widened and he held up his hands, "No! No, Hermione, you know I would never do something like that!"

Hermione took a few menacing steps towards him, "Then you saw who did it, and still fallowed them?"

Harry swallowed and took several involuntary steps backwards. He never understood why he was afraid of Hermione, but he was. Especially when she was like this. "Y-Yes."

"Who was it, Harry?" She asked without missing a beat.

Harry pulled himself together and squared his shoulders, "Now, Hermione, I don't think it's a good idea for me to be telling anyone until I get the chance to talk to Professor Dumbledore."

Hermione arched an eyebrow, "Oh really? I don't believe that for a moment. The only thing I know of that you hid from Ron and myself is that bloody prophecy. Now, whom could you possibly be covering for?"

Harry sighed and shook his head, "Hermione, I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to Dumbledore before I say anything to anyone else. No offense but especially you and Ron."

Ron stood up at this and narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean especially Hermione and Me?"

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose behind his glasses then looked back and forth between Ron and Hermione, "During the two days I was gone, a lot was said between myself and the other person. And I think that it is important that the information gets to Dumbledore before it reaches anyone else's ears. The other person is already talking to Dumbledore right now, as soon as I am able to do so, I'll tell the two of you."

Hermione pursed her lips and returned to her bed. "I believe Remus will want to speak with you," she said without looking at him. Ron shook his head and sat back down next to Hermione.

Harry sighed and made his way across the infirmary to where his former professor occupied another bed.

~*~

Remus had stacks of papers and books spread across his bed and the table next to it. His attention was clearly on the large stack of parchment on his lap and the quill in his hand, he hardly noticed Harry's presence. "Are you feeling better, Remus?" Harry asked.

Remus's eyebrows flew up as he raised his head to face Harry. After being missing for two days, Remus hardly expected to see him standing next to his bed, a bit dirty and tired, but all right nonetheless. "Harry! Where on Earth have you been?"

Harry sighed and sat down next to Remus's bed, he glanced over his shoulder to be sure that Ron and Hermione where to busy in their own conversation to overhear anything, "With the person who, unfortunately, hexed Hermione and yourself."

If Remus was at all surprised he hid it very well, "And I suppose that is what Hermione's so irritated by at the moment?" He asked glancing over Harry's shoulder.

Harry nodded solemnly, "It was Malfoy, if I tell Hermione and Ron that, they'll both go after him. And I don't think that is a good idea."

Remus watched Harry closely, "And why is that?"

Harry bit on his lower lip then let out a sigh, "Draco gave me a lot of information on the plans Voldemort and the Death Eaters have for the near future. He said the only reason he hexed you and 'Mione was because he wanted to only talk to me, and he knew that to take me out of battle would be the easiest way, and also that if you or Hermione had seen him, you would have either hexed him or talked me out of going. Remus, he told me things that are planned to happen anywhere from next week to three months from now. I seriously believe that he's on our side."

A slight crease appeared between Remus's brows, "I don't know, Harry. Draco Malfoy is much like his father in too many ways, I don't see how someone could change their strips in such a short period of time."

"If you would have heard some of the things he said, and how he said them, I think you'd see what I'm talking about. I mean, lets face it, Draco Malfoy isn't much of an actor." Harry said.

Remus sighed and started to speak, but movement behind Harry made him pause. Harry looked behind him and saw Dumbledore watching him; "I wish to have a word with you Harry, in my office?"

Harry nodded and stood. After saying a quick goodbye to Remus, Hermione, and Ron, he fallowed Dumbledore from the Infirmary and towards his office. "Mr. Malfoy has told me quite an interesting story about your where-abouts the past two days," Dumbledore said lightly.

Harry remained silent as he waited for whatever was coming next. Dumbledore, however, simply gave the password to the gargoyle and led the way up to his office. Harry was slightly surprised to see Draco sitting in one of the chairs, but passed it off and lowered himself into another chair as Dumbledore settled behind his desk.

"I have already sent word for the Weasley's to come to Hogwarts, I did not send details in chance of the letter being intercepted. I simply requested their presence at Hogwarts. I won't tell them anymore unless the two of you believe it a good idea to do so."

"Sir, I don't know if that would be such a good idea. As of right now, neither my father nor my mum know where I'm located. If we were to let people know, then it would only be a matter of time before they come after me. It's no secret that I'm no longer on my father's side, but at this point in time, they don't think I'd tell the plans that I've over heard. If they learn that I have told, they'll simply change the plans. I think we are much better prepared if no one knew from whom the information came." Draco said.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Very well, Mister Malfoy. As for you Harry, I understand you have said something of this manner to Remus, and I do not doubt Remus's capability of secret keeping. I do, however, discourage you from sharing this information with Mister Weasley or Miss Granger unless it is absolutely mandatory that you do so."

"Yes, sir." Harry said.

"Very good. Now you two may be on your way."

~*~

A few hours later Hermione and Ron found Harry and, none other than Draco Malfoy, sitting beneath one of the trees on the grounds. They seemed to be talking and getting on all right, but something didn't sit right with Hermione. She frowned slightly at the guilty look Draco gave her as she and Ron approached.

"Bloody hell, Harry. What are you doing?" Ron asked.

"Well, it looks like I am having a conversation, Ron." Harry said, mildly.

"With Malfoy?" Ron said.

"It would seem that way," Harry shrugged.

Hermione watched the two for a moment, the two were carrying on much like Harry and Ron usually did. "Why?" she asked, without need to explain herself further.

Draco rose to his feet. "O'ya woling woling we tayil" he said with a slight smile before turning and making his way back into the castle.

Hermione's frowned deepened as she went over the familiar phrase he had used. It wasn't Latin. "O'ya woling woling we tayil" she muttered to herself. Harry and Ron watched, confused, as realization passed across her face as well as astonishment.

"What'd he say, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"O'ya woling woling we tayil," Hermione said again as she looked between the two, "It's Mayan for 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'." She looked at Harry, who simply nodded. She shook her head slightly again and sat down. "Well, I can't say that was expected."

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron said, more confused then ever.

"Oh, honestly, Ron!" Hermione said. "Think about it, 'The ENEMY of MY ENEMY is my friend."

Ron frowned then his eyes widened in realization. He sunk to the ground next to Hermione. "Bloody hell," was all he managed to say.


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