Harry Potter Breaking The Chains

"So why do you trust me then?" she asked. She couldn't get around the fact that he didn't seem to have any problem with her knowing all that she did, when he refused to tell anybody else, even his closest friends, the smallest of details.

"Well, you know what you do because you figured me out," Harry replied truthfully.

"Right," Ginny nodded. "But you don't seem too bothered that I know."

"That's because I'm not bothered," Harry returned automatically.

"Why not?" she asked.

"I trust you," he replied simply.

"But why?" she demanded.

Harry shrugged at her helplessly. "I don't know. I just know that I don't have to worry with you. I know that you would never willingly tell anybody anything that I've asked you to keep secret. I know that you're not going to blurt it out in a fit of anger. I'm actually kind of glad you found out. It's nice having someone to talk to, even though you don't know everything yet."

"Yet?" Ginny asked coyly, a large grin spreading across her face.

Harry gave her a small smile in return and shrugged his shoulders again. "I'm not ready to tell you everything yet. But I trust you. I have little doubt that you'll be hearing more of my secrets as time goes by. And we've already created some secrets of our own that we share, like your special training."

"Thank you for trusting me," she told him earnestly.

"You have nothing to thank me for. You've earned it," Harry told her sincerely. "Thanks for being so understanding."

"Any time, Harry. Any time."

Harry spent the majority of that night working on essays, both his own and ones Professor Caldwell had given him to grade. The next night was another full moon, meaning another long night with his werewolf friend. Harry claimed a headache and went to bed early that night, setting up the illusion charm yet again. He once again only managed a couple hours of total sleep that night, but he had thankfully been thinking ahead. He brewed pepper-up potion to get him through the day.

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As the week passed by, a growing feeling of dread began to fester in Harry's stomach, and he thought he might know why. He voiced his concerns to the Headmaster during their weekly Occlumency lesson. "I think Voldemort is up to something. I think it's going to be starting… tomorrow."

Dumbledore sighed heavily, the twinkle noticeably absent from his eyes. "I had wondered….It would make sense that he publicly announce his return on the 15th anniversary of his supposed downfall. Have you had a vision?"

"No," Harry replied, shaking his head wearily. "Not a vision or anything. And I can't say my scar has been bothering me much more than usual either. It's just a gut feeling, like I know something bad is coming."

Dumbledore nodded, his fingers steepled in front of his face. "The Order will be on full alert tomorrow, but I'm afraid that as of right now we have no leads as to what he may be planning," he revealed.

"It's going to get ugly pretty quickly, isn't it?" Harry asked trepidly, knowing the answer even as he voiced the question.

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore admitted. "In the height of the last war, there were attacks almost daily. Once this war starts in earnest, I'm afraid it will most likely escalate back to that level rather quickly. The Ministry, while they have admitted his return, have taken his silence as a sign that he is nowhere near his former power. They are not prepared for a full scale war."

Harry nodded. "I was afraid of that. Fudge really is a bumbling idiot. We need someone more competent in his position before things get too far out of hand."

"Cornelius is not an ideal choice for Minister," he agreed, "but removing him from office could potentially be disastrous. There are many who could do a much better job, but we could not guarantee that one of those candidates would get the position. Indeed, someone much worse could fill the vacancy. It's not as simple as just getting rid of Fudge. But anyway, enough about that," he suddenly shifted gears. "Let's get on with your lesson, shall we?"

The feeling got worse the next day, and Harry would be damned if he was going to sit around and do nothing. Harry told Ginny about the feeling he had and his conversation with Dumbledore the night before. When Harry told her that he didn't plan to just sit and wait at the castle, she immediately began to worry.

"But Harry, what do you plan to do?" she asked him, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace in his office. "You don't know where he's going to attack. And even if you did, you can't go alone."

"I don't know," Harry admitted. "I just wish there was some way I could find out what the Order was up to. Dumbledore said they'd be on full alert, so they must have people keeping eyes out in places they expect Voldemort might attack."

"If you could somehow sneak into Headquarters you probably could. Any news is bound to go through there," Ginny mused.

Harry's eyes lit up. "Ginny, you're brilliant!" he exclaimed.

"How's that?" she asked in a mixture of confusion and amusement.

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