The Secret Magic Of Potions And Daggers

For the last two years that Harry had taken Divination from Professor Trelawney she almost constantly predicted his death. At first it had frightened him and then annoyed him. But by now it was merely something to laugh about because despite prediction after prediction of gruesome death he yet lived. Harry and Ron ascended the flights of stairs to the landing at the top. Shortly after they arrived Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan joined them and they all sat waiting for the dramatic entrance of the ladder from the ceiling that would allow them access to their classroom.

"So, do you think it will be death by drowning or fire" Harry joked to Ron.

"I think," Ron stood and adopting an exaggerated form of Professor Trelawney's misty voice said, "that yoooouu wiillll faaalll victiimm tooooo theee Plague." He pretended to look into a crystal ball, waiving his hand about it. Harry, Dean and Seamus broke into gales of laughter at Ron impersonation. The girls who over heard it however were not as impressed.

Lavender Brown asked, "If you do not believe in Divination why do you take this class anyway." The group of boys looked around at each other, but it was Harry who answered,

"Because it looked easier than Arithmancy." His companions all laughed.

Once inside the Divination classroom Harry and Ron sat at the table furthest from the wingback chair the Professor used near the fireplace. And wrote notes back and forth, trying their best to ignore everything Professor Trelawny said for the full hour.

"So where did she go" Harry asked Hermione once he and Ron joined her in the back of the library.

"To class," Hermione whispered. "Keep your voice down."

"What happened?" Ron pressed.

"Nothing."

"How do you mean nothing"

"She was like any other first year in her charms class. Maybe even worse. It was like she had never seen a wand before and was scared it would turn into a snake or something. Maybe she's Muggle born," offered Hermione.

"But Muggles need last names." Harry was stumped and began to think out loud.

"The best clue we have is that Peeves recognized her and bowed. The only other person Peeves would bow to is the Bloody Baron."

"She could be one of his descendents?" Ron picked up on Harry's train of thought. "But we don't know anything about the Bloody Baron either."

"We could ask Nearly Headless Nick about the Bloody Baron" offered Hermione.

"I tried first year, he would not tell me anything then but it's worth another try." Harry said as he pushed out the chair he was sitting on and got to his feet.

"Or Mr. Harry Potter sir might want to check in this book," said a small creature with big eyes and ears.

"Dobby?" Harry looked at the strange creature carrying a book twice his size. Once Harry relieved the little house elf of his burden they could see the little elf had improved his knitting skills considerably. As it was the custom of house elves to wear rags and pillow cases though, Dobby's sense of style ran slightly askew. He wore a bright yellow undershirt overlaid by a multicolored button up sweater whose arms were different lengths. His socks, which were his favorite article of clothing, were always mis-matched. His left sock faded from dark green at the toe to light green at the top, with orange puffs for each toe. His right featured a shooting star pattern with tassels that swayed from the top. "What is this Dobby?" Harry indicated the book.

"Mr. Harry Potter sir wanted to know about ghosts at Hogwarts and Dobby found a book to help." Harry read the faded title on the book but had to squint his eyes several times to manage it.

"History of Kalla Island. What does that have to do with it?" Harry asked his diminutive friend but Dobby had gone. "Let's check this out and read it tonight. We have to get to Transfiguration. We don't want to be late for Professor McGonagall's class."

When they checked out the book Madame Pince eyed them suspiciously. Even her sharp eyes had difficulty reading the title and as they walked away with the book they could still feel her stare.

*****

"Today, we will be reviewing everything I'm sure you have forgotten during the last two months away from us," Professor McGonagall started straight into her lesson. "I have set up in the back of the classroom several challenges of increasing complexity. Each of you are to complete as many tasks as you can. You will be graded on your highest completed station. While you are waiting for your turn, please turn to page three in your book and paraphrase the first four paragraphs." The class began to work quietly. Harry and Ron were the third team to try their hand at the tasks.

First, they had to turn a metal bowl into a hat. Ron managed a bowler hand and Harry's had a feather on one side. They noticed Hermione however, had transfigured hers into a wide brimmed felt gangster hat which she was wearing a few stations ahead of them. The next two stations were fairly simple. They just had to change a stick into a candle, then a plank of driftwood into a picture frame. But when it came to turning glass beads into a water pitcher Harry, trying to copy Hermione's that was shaped like a chicken, could not keep it together and shattered glass against the back wall. Ron couldn't do the next station, turning an apple into an orange, so he was done too.

When they got back to their seats relieved that it was over, Harry noticed that Hermione had already finished the assignment and was reading the 'History of Kalla Island'. After the lesson all the Gryffindor students hiked the stairs to their common room.

"So what did the book say?" Harry asked Hermione as the three of them found seats apart from the other students.

"More than I thought it would."

"Details would be helpful." Harry couldn't contain his sarcasm.

"Kalla Island was thought to exist off the coast of Scotland."

"Thought to exist," Ron repeated with raised eyebrows.

"Let me finish. Most of the book was irrelevant, just odd recordings of each of the High Ladies. A lot of personal feelings and where to find flowers and herbs on the island. It was not even complete. Then toward the end it got really interesting. A Baron McBanney was sent to bring the natives who lived there under British law, but never returned alive. It says in here that he murdered the woman who ruled the island. He was struck down by a small band of witches and in trying to save his life killed a unicorn but died before he could drink the blood. He was a notorious leader of ghosts there. Kalla Island was home to the largest population of Unicorns, Phoenix, and Golden Snidget Birds, predecessor to the Golden Snitch, in the world. One of the Queens took a census of all the occupants on the island. And this part was the most interesting, she recorded that there were more ghosts than people living there."

"That is one odd island." Harry said.

"And cold, imagine bumping into ghosts everywhere you go," Ron added.

"So, do you think that this Baron McBanney is the Bloody Baron?" Harry asked.

"Could be." Hermione answered solemnly.

"Maybe then Morgain is not related to the Bloody Baron but from Kalla Island," offered Ron.

"That would be difficult," Hermione was flipping through the book. "It says here that the island disappeared and is thought to have been swallowed up by the sea."

"Who knows what could happen. This year we've seen a fairy tale chest deposited in Gringotts and giants who aren't supposed to be in Britain attack our train. My mum was right, these are dangerous times." Ron supposed. Minutes passed slowly as they thought about what was happening in the world around them.

"We had better get to bed. We have Care of Magical Creatures in the morning and it's anybody's guess what Hagrid has in store for us." Hermione cautioned.

"That reminds me," said Harry. "I want to get there a bit early to see Snuffles." Ron and Hermione nodded knowingly and they went up to their rooms.

*****

Harry woke up the next morning before his room mates, eager to start the day. He threw on his clothes and put on his cloak as he ran down the stairs. He was too anxious to eat more than a blueberry muffin before heading out the main doors to Hagrid's hut.

"Hello there Harry," Hagrid's familiar voice called, though Harry could not see him.

"Hi Hagrid." Harry yelled back. "Where are you?"

"Just stay there, I'll find you."

Harry heard rustling in the forest behind Hagrid's hut. Then from between the trees emerged the large form of Hagrid. His hair and beard as wild as ever and over his shoulder he carried an injured wolf.

"That's not a werewolf is it?" Harry asked cautiously. It would not be beyond Hagrid's usual behavior to bring dangerous animals to his Care of Magical Creatures lessons.

"No. This is just a normal wolf. Say, aren't you a bit early for class?"

"Yes, but I was told you have a new dog on the grounds. Snuffles. He and I...." Harry was not sure how to phrase it, "I just wanted to see what you were up to and play with Snuffles, that's all."

"I see." Hagrid smiled and then whistled loudly. Harry saw 'Snuffles' run out from behind the hut and towards Harry. "That dog sure likes you."

"I like him too." Harry responded while being tackled and licked by the giant dog. Harry and Snuffles ran back behind Hagrid's hut and sat to talk.

"Snuffles...can you understand me as a dog?" Harry asked. Snuffles nodded.

"There are a lot of odd things going on, and I'm not sure where to begin." Snuffles urged him on with a wink. "First of all there is this girl named..." but Harry could not finish his story because Hagrid's footsteps could be heard coming around the corner. He was not alone either. Dumbledore was with him.

"Here they are professor. I best be getting back to that wolf. Bad shape she's in." Hagrid left the three of them alone.

Dumbledore knelt beside Harry and the dog and spoke quietly to them both. "Sirius, Harry. I have important news for you. Remus Lupin and Madame Maxime have returned with their recruits and will be stationed outside Hogsmeade. I need you Sirius to help the villagers remain calm and to bring messages from Remus."

"Recruits?" Harry inquired.

"Giants, those few who were kind enough to forgive wizards and help our cause. The villagers aren't too amenable to the idea yet, but we need them." Dumbledore confided. "Please, don't mention it to anyone in the school yet. Not even Ron and Hermione."

"OK." Snuffles sat close to Harry and leaned his head on Harry's shoulder whining softly.

"Don't worry" Dumbledore added. "Harry will be too busy to get into trouble this year...won't you?" Harry recognized this statement more as a directive from Dumbledore than reassurance to Sirius.

"Yes, far to busy. Especially when Quidditch practice starts next week." Harry threw in while scratching Snuffles behind the ears. The three of them heard the Gryffindor and Slytherin students gathering around the front of the hut. After a quick hug Snuffles left in the direction of Hogsmeade and Dumbledore accompanied by Harry joined them.

"I expect you all to pay close attention to your class today. I have great interest in your next few lessons," Dumbledore addressed the students and then returned to the castle.

"Potter," Draco Malfoy spat. "What were you and Dumbledore doing in the forest? Trying to make yourself a hero again this year, and only on the second day." The Slytherins around Draco laughed. "Teachers pet."

Harry ignored his taunts, as he knew any response would be twisted by Draco and used against him. Although thinking of Draco as the 'amazing bouncing ferret' from last year helped steel his resolve.

"Alright class," Hagrid began. "Gather round here." In the center of the circle lay the wolf Hagrid brought from the forest and a small mound hidden by a cloth. "What we have here is an innocent animal severely wounded. Her cubs aren't ready for life on their own and will probably die if she does."

"What did this to her," Lavender Brown asked.

"Truth be told, I can't say for sure. Just found her like this with her cubs all 'round. Dumbledore suggested she would make a great lesson right off the bat. But let's do this quick because the trance she's under to dull the pain will wear off soon."

"What do we do?"

"Name the quickest way to healing her." Ideas shot out from all over the class. "Dandelion root mixed with Mandrake juice," "Jurray juice," "lavender oil." It was a while until they found the answer Hagrid was waiting for.

"Phoenix tears," came a call from the back.

"That's it," Hagrid clapped. He unveiled the blanketed mound in the middle of the circle. It was Fawkes, Dumbledore's pet phoenix in her cage. Hagrid opened the door and pointed toward the wounded wolf. Fawkes soared out and landed next to the animal. Harry remembered the warmth in those tears when Fawkes had cried on his own lethal injuries year before. In front of their eyes the abrasions healed and the wolf, revived, struggled to stand. Hagrid reached deep into his pockets and extracted three cubs and put them before her. The cubs nuzzled against their mother and together they all ran back into the forest.

"Phoenix tears are a very important part of magical healing," Hagrid told them as he began the discussion of all the uses of Phoenix tears.

"That was great. We did not even come close to losing fingers this time. What have we got next," Hermione asked while pulling out her schedule.

Harry didn't have to look at his to tell her because this was the class he'd been dreading. "Potions."

"We even have to walk there with the Slytherins" Ron was looking at how much bigger all have them had gotten over the summer.

They entered the castle and began the descent to the dungeon that would be their classroom. Once they got there Harry, Ron and Hermione huddled around the cauldron furthest from Snape. Snape had hated James, Harry's father, when they went to school together. Harry had no doubt that hatred had festered and fermented into an emotion even more intense which Snape now held against him. Harry similarly disliked Snape and wanted to give no excuse Snape could use to punish him. As only two could fit around a cauldron Harry looked around to see who else did not have a partner. To his amazement and delight Morgain sat in the next seat over.

Before Snape arrived he said to Ron, "You two be partners today, I'm going to see if Morgain needs one." Harry slid near Morgain.

"Can I be your partner?" He asked.

"If you wish," she answered without looking up.

"I hope you didn't think I was rude yesterday."

"No, you can ask whatever you like," she smiled and looked up at him, "I just reserve the right not to answer."

Harry smiled back. Just then the door burst open and Snape walked to the front of the class. Snape was in the habit of beginning his classes by laying down several ground rules. In this he was comparable to Professor McGonagall, but that was where the similarities ended. While McGonagall controlled her classes with respect and discipline, Snape did so with fear. Harry braced himself for the humiliation that was usually heaped on him in this class. When Snape began though, it had nothing to do with Harry.

"We have in our midst someone who, with no prior education, believes she is capable of skipping the last four years in which the rest of you have learned so much and begin in fifth year potions." Snape began to walk toward Harry's desk. Harry knew Snape was talking about Morgain and as he looked at her no trace of the smile they had just shared remained on her face.

Snape continued, "I objected to her slowing the rest of you down but she insists that she knows everything. That is even more bigheaded than Miss. Granger, pride that will get her in trouble some day." Snape was now bearing down directly on Morgain. "I think we need to test these so called skills through the next few classes to see if she can cut it. If not, there is no shame in leaving us and returning where you belong with the first years, is there Miss. Morgain." The entire class was now facing her, but she had adopted the posture in which Harry had first seen her, head bowed staring at her hands in her lap. "I have here a written exam which you will take during the first portion of the class. I will grade it and we will all go over your answers by the end of this lesson, agreed." Snape's voice acquired a slippery tone and Harry was sure that the test was full of trick questions. Morgain just nodded and accepted the parchment.

"Now then" Snape began his lesson. "If you will turn in your books to page fourteen...we will dive straight into Illumination Liquids. The light given from this potion not only allows its user heatless, transportable radiance of any color but can show things in their true light." Even though the potion sounded interesting the lecture was long, boring and incredibly more complicated than necessary. Draco kept snickering in the corner and Harry got the distinct impression that Snape was talking over everyone's head in an attempt to discourage Morgain. She, on the other hand, seemed completely un-phased and in addition to taking the test stopped from time to time to write notes on the lecture.

"Now, let's see that put into action while I grade Morgain's test. I trust you have finished." He took the papers she had been writing on but found them to be the notes from the class.

"Here is the quiz professor," she pulled it out from under her other notes. Snape pulled the paper away and returned to his desk at the front of the room. Harry began working on the illumination liquid.

"Harry, the lace leaves need to be shredded a bit finer than that so they can dissolve properly," Morgain suggested and came over to help.

"I know Snape can be tough," Harry offered in consolation. "It's usually me he is publicly ridiculing. I'm sorry he's on your case though."

"Is that what you think he was doing? If he reacted any less severely I would have been surprised. He can't hurt me unless I give him permission so it doesn't matter what he says or makes me do. I can meet the challenge as he will soon know. But, if it takes him, how did you say it, 'off your case' then that is a good thing."

Harry smiled and they worked together until Snape interrupted again, "Potter!" Snape roared to the back of the room until he was standing over both of them. "Did you help her cheat?"

"I did no such thing." The entire class was looking at him now.

"We shall see." Snape retrieved a jar of iridescent blue Illumination Liquid from beneath his robes and escorted Morgain to the front of the classroom. With her back turned to the class Snape held the light up to her face. Snape's own facial features dropped their smug smirk and the jar in his hand slipped and shattered on the cold stone floor. Snape stood motionless for a moment while Morgain calmly returned to her seat at the back of the class.

"What happened," Harry asked Morgain while Snape stared unbelievingly at her.

"Now he knows I didn't cheat," was her only reply as she resumed shredding the leaves.

*****

"That smells great," Ron called from behind Harry and Morgain. "I wonder what is for lunch, what's the hold up?" The students surrounding the doors to the dining hall had stopped and no one was quite sure why.

"I bet it's Peeves," was Harry's theory. "Probably stuck the door shut."

"This was not Peeves," Morgain said knowingly.

"That reminds me. If I ask why Peeves would bow to you, would you answer that question?"

"No," but she smiled when she said it. "Let's go up to the common room. I have some food there that will get us through till the next class." She motioned to Ron and Hermione as well. As the four of them left the tumultuous crowd below, they heard a loud bang behind them. Harry turned and saw the doors had opened and students were flowing into the great hall but then a path opened through the middle of the crowd. Students appeared to be swept from side to side and a hush fell over them all. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge in his pinstriped cloak, accompanied by at least ten members of the ministry marched through the crowd and out the front doors. Harry followed the other students in and saw Dumbledore seated at the teachers table and the food on the dishes beside him disappear. Harry took a bowl of beef stew and corn bread to his table where he was soon joined by Ron and Hermione.

"Where's Morgain?" Harry asked his friends.

"She kept going up the stairs," Hermione answered.

Harry stared at Dumbledore still sitting in his chair in deep reflection. I wonder what the Minister and all those others were doing here Harry thought while eating his soup. Dumbledore rose and left through the small door behind the teachers table that Harry knew led to a quiet sitting room.

"We have charms next," Hermione announced while pulling out her book for the class.

"Hermione, did you finish reading up on that Illumination Liquid we started in potions." Harry asked.

"Just about, why?"

"I wonder what Snape saw in Morgain when he held the light up to her."

"Did you notice how Snape's potion was blue, and the one we are making is green?"

"Yes," Harry remembered.

"Different colors have varying purposes. That particular blue is one of the hardest to make and takes two months to prepare accurately but it can act almost like truth serum. It showed Snape the true nature of Morgain."

"All she said when she came back was that now Snape knew she didn't cheat. How could it show her as a non-cheater?" Harry asked.

"I have no idea."

Charms was, as usual, a very fascinating class. Combined with the Hufflepuffs tiny Professor Flitwick reviewed skills they may have forgotten over the summer by calling out names of spells and having students perform them at random.

Harry was asked to do a repelling charm, which he had been quite good at. Though in his over-enthusiasm he not only sent the pillow he was aiming at sailing across the room but also the leather change bag Harry had in his pocket. Coins spilled everywhere but Harry used a summoning charm to retrieve them. They all came soaring through the air back to his hand, except one. The coin he had received in the mail.

"Accio coin," Harry called a bit more forcefully, but the coin stubbornly lay on the floor.

"Nice try Mr. Potter. You will have to work a bit on control." Prof. Flitwick noted. Harry walked across the room and picked up the defiant coin and returned it to his money bag.

The class continued on but Harry could not help but wonder why the coin had been rebellious to command. He was quite well known for his summoning charm from the time he called his broomstick from his bed in the castle to the field during the Tri-Wizard tournament. Harry brought out the coin and turned it over in his hand. It felt strangely warm. He set it on the end of his desk and whispered, "accio coin" to call it to his hand, but again the coin lay still. Harry reached to pick it up but was so hot that upon approach it nearly burned him.

Harry watched Professor Flitwick demonstrate the proper technique for fine tuning the force of summoning/repelling charms to the whole class as many others had difficulty controlling these types of spells. By the end of class the coin had cooled down and Harry replaced it in his pocket.

That night Harry sat on his bed looking at the pictures of his parents. Almost absentmindedly he took out the coin and turned it over and over again. What type of thing didn't respond to magic, he thought.

He found much joy in looking at his smiling parents. They waved at him from the book. He especially liked pictures in which all three of them were together, as a family. Harry turned near the back of the book and found a picture of himself, taking very wobbly first steps from his mother to the outstretched arms of his waiting father. He didn't often look at this particular picture as it so graphically reminded him of what he no longer had. He looked at the home that had been his. The furnishings were so comfy looking. The kitchen table in the background was strewn with scrolls and quills. Harry liked to imagine his parents working at home but having dropped everything to see him take his first steps. But while that thought floated warmly through his mind, his eyes took a double take. On the table, in the midst of all the papers was a chest, very similar to the one Genevieve had placed in the Weasley's care.

He turned to Ron to show him but found him already asleep. Harry thought, 'I'll just have to tell him in the morning' and placed the book back on his bedside table. Harry then turned his attention to the coin. "What are you" he asked it out loud. Then, just for fun he flipped it high into the air and called "Heads." He prepared to catch it, but the coin didn't come down. It floated in the air still spinning at the apex of its arc high above Harry's head. Then from it came a loud noise which Harry only recognized as music after a few bars. Instantly Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville were sitting up in their beds and Harry jumped on his bed to try and reach the coin. It took a few tries and by the time he succeeded Harry could hear Fred and George among the throng of people wondering what happened.

Perhaps I could just pretend I don't know what happened either, Harry thought. But Neville was soon asking him why he had been jumping on his bed. It didn't take long for Professor McGonagall to come in wearing a plaid dressing gown and cap and begin asking questions.

"I heard someone asking Harry about jumping on his bed," Colin Creevey, a fourth year admirer of Harry's informed the Professor.

Harry let out a deep sigh as he saw McGonagall approach him on the stairs. "A few of your fellow students seem to think you are responsible for disturbing their rest, Mr. Potter. Do you know what happened?"

Harry knew it was no use lying to Professor McGonagall, "Yes."

"Follow me then." McGonagall turned and walked down the stairs and out the portrait hole. Harry passed through the crowd of students still clinging to the coin.

"I'm sorry Professor. I didn't know it was anything other than a coin." Harry explained.

"You say you got this by owl on your first day," McGonagall looked at both sides of the coin.

"Yes. I flipped it in the air and then it made some sort of music."

"I see." Professor McGonagall couldn't take her eyes off it. "It looks so familiar but I can't seem to remember where I've seen one of these before." Harry was quite relieved because her interest in the coin seemed to have distracted her from punishing him. The door behind Harry pushed open slowly and Dumbledore entered. "Dumbledore, I did not expect to see you. Did the noise wake you up too?" Dressed in a long blue nightgown and matching tasseled cap, it was obvious it had.

"What created such a disturbance, Minerva?"

"This coin was sent to Mr. Potter and the noise you heard started when he flipped it."

Dumbledore took the coin from McGonagall and his eyes grew wide when he saw the imprint on both sides.

"You recognize it then. I could not quite place it in my memory." Dumbledore turned to Harry, "Have you any idea where this came from?"

"No."

"Did you see what type of owl brought it?"

"A hawk owl I believe."

Dumbledore looked at the coin again, then placing it on his thumb and forefinger flipped it a few inches into the air. This time the noise was easily recognizable as music because its volume was less intense. In fact, Harry thought, it was quite a lovely melody and of such great quality one would almost expect to turn and see the performer in the room. Dumbledore let it play for a few minutes and Harry believed the instrument sounded like a cross between a piano and a harpsichord. The song came to a close followed by recorded applause. That was when the voice began.

"Thank you, thank you," it said and Harry recognized it instantly. "My lovely wife Lily will be singing along with my next piece, entitled Wedding Day." The music started again and as Harry's mother sang so beautifully a tear escaped his eye. The song was short but powerful and when it ended Lily spoke.

"Did you get all that Genevieve?"

"Yes." Then the disk stopped spinning and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Dumbledore looked kindly at Harry who had brought up his feet and held onto his knees while leaning in the corner of the wing backed chair,

"Your parents were very talented Harry." Silence pervaded the scene. "Minerva, would you leave us alone for a moment?"

"Of course," she replied as she left her office. Dumbledore picked up the coin and pulled a chair to face opposite Harry. He looked like he had more than a few questions for his young pupil, but it was Harry who spoke first.

"My Mum mentioned a Genevieve. Who is she?"

Dumbledore sighed slowly and sank deep into his chair before answering.

"She and her parents were great friends to the Potters, and Lily after James married her. They were killed just after you were born..." Dumbledore paused. "...accused of being spies for Voldemort. Why do you ask?"

An internal struggle raged inside Harry of whether or not to tell Dumbledore what he knew. But Harry decided he had to tell. "Professor Dumbledore, I have met Genevieve. She came to the Dursley's over the summer and brought me to the Weasley's." Dumbledore listened to Harry patiently as he recounted the story from the beginning until he reached the point of the story where, "she said Voldemort was coming, but not to tell anyone about her having been there."

"If anyone could have survived it would have been her. Is that the only time you've seen her?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, we ran into each other in Diagon Alley and talked for a while."

"Concerning what."

This was where the real quandary peeked and as Harry was so sure Genevieve did not really want to kill him, he explained about Genevieve's stolen child but left out the attempt on his life.

"Do you think it was Genevieve who sent the coin Professor?"

"She is on a short list of people who could." Dumbledore looked again, this time admiringly at the coin in his hand. "Your parents and hers spent most of their lives developing these. But it was Genevieve who finally figured it out."

"How does it work?"

"The creation of them is the real trick. Once they have been recorded they are activated just by flipping them as you saw. The further from the ground the louder the volume. You must have flipped it pretty high." Harry nodded.

"So it's a wizard's version of Muggle CD's?" Then Harry added, "Recorded music played by machines," because few wizards would be familiar with the device.

"Not entirely. These can capture a bit more than music and voice but we will have time to go into that later. Harry, would you be interested in a class, once a week in place of one of your Divination lessons?"

"What type of class?"

"One that is suited for your special talents."

"That sounds intriguing."

"Next Monday during that period meet me in the Great Hall and we will begin." Harry and Dumbledore walked to the door.

"Was there a note with the coin," Dumbledore asked as they entered the corridor.

"It only said to keep that safe until they returned for it Professor."

"Then you must do just that." Dumbledore placed the coin in Harry's palm and shut his fingers around it. "Keep it with you always." As they turned their separate ways Dumbledore called to Harry, "Mr. Potter. If you are going to play it again, I suggest doing so much lower."