Harry Potter and the Dangerous Choice

Chapter Sixteen

The Test

Owls swarmed into the Great Hall the next morning at breakfast. Neville's family owl settled down next to Neville with a large, thick envelope. It nipped at Neville's corn flakes before taking flight again. Harry noticed Neville sorting several envelopes from within his packet. Hermione was scanning the Daily Prophet. Harry glanced across the table and tried to read the headlines, when Neville nudged him. "Harry, my mum sent this for you." Neville held out a thick parchment envelope which had Harry's name penned on the outside.

"How is your mum?" asked Harry in a low voice.

"Getting her strength back," whispered Neville with a smile. Harry turned the letter over in his hands. It had something lumpy and hard inside.

"Listen to this," said Hermione. "The Gringotts goblins have formally expressed their anger at the Ministry of Magic for installing Ludo Bagman as its head. They have launched several formal complaints alleging unfair treatment by the Ministry for the past fifty years and they see the appointment of Bagman as a step backwards in securing the rights they have been fighting to re-instate since the last Goblin rebellion of 1876." Hermione paused. "What do you think this means?"

"If the goblins hate wizards, it means Bill will be looking for work," said Ron.

There was silence for a few minutes. Harry recalled the conversation at Christmas when Bill had come for Buckbeak. He wondered if the goblins were simply trying to gain concessions or if they would really be willing to back Voldemort.

"Hey, Harry, we're going to be late for class," said Ron, rising and slinging his bag over his shoulder. Harry glanced at Ginny as he jammed the letter into his own bag and followed Ron and Hermione out of the Hall and toward Charms class.

Ginny, like the rest of the fifth years, was struggling under the burden of their up coming O.W.L. exams. Because of her extra studying and their pact to keep their relationship a secret, Harry barely saw her alone. Still her smile was enough to give him heart.

It was Thursday which meant only two days until the weekend. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Charlie were going to play Quidditch together on Saturday morning. Ron lived for flying on Saturdays. He looked and acted like his old self after a few hours in the air. As Dumbledore predicted, Charlie was helping Ron's mood as well. Ron would go down to the gate to visit Charlie on Wednesday evenings. They would play wizard chess and talk. It seemed to Harry that Ron's overall outlook on life was improving rapidly. Harry was looking forward to this Saturday for reasons of his own. He was eager to spend some time with Ginny, even if it was in the company of her brothers. The news about the goblins did not squash Harry's mood as he thought about a few hours with Ginny.

In Charms class they found themselves with a bit of time to talk as Neville accidentally sent a flock of paper airplanes they had been charming to fly around the room, zooming out into the hall where they started dive-bombing students. Flitwick took off down the hall to subdue them. Hermione looked around. "There's been loads of stuff in the papers about the Death-Eaters attacking people but not much of a mention of Voldemort, himself. I wonder what he's up to?"

"I don't care," said Ron, "Long as he stays away from us. We've had too many close calls with him. Really, mostly you have Harry."

"I could never understand that business in the Department of Mysteries concerning that old prophesy. I read up on prophesies and famous seers over the summer, but so much of it seems questionable. Trelawney was a total fraud. I mean, Voldemort must think that she's got something if he captured her, and I'm glad she escaped, but she never did anything truly psychic in class," Hermione said.

"No, she wasn't very convincing in class," said Harry without looking at his friends. He was beginning to think we should just tell Ron and Hermione everything. He had felt so very much better after he had blurted it all out to Ginny. Harry knew they would want to know but he still dreaded their reactions, and he wanted more than anything to just be a normal wizard boy without a terrible fate hanging over him.

"I really like class with Firenze better. He goes on quite a lot about Mars but he doesn't really expect us to see any omens or anything," said Ron.

Late that evening as he, Ron and Hermione were doing their Herbology homework in the common room; Harry discovered the letter from Mrs. Longbottom, as he rummaged in his bag for a quill. He pulled it out and ripped it open. Inside was a small black velvet bag with a draw string, and a note from Alice Longbottom, written in a beautiful flowing script. Harry began reading the note.

Dear Harry,

I did not get to spend any time with you before leaving Hogwarts for a bit of seclusion in the country. I have had some long chats with Neville and you figure prominently in what he says about school.

Enclosed are some items that belong to you. It was always my intention to return them one day. Due to my long 'illness', I was unable to do so until now. I counted myself lucky when I discovered that these things had not been lost or sold, all those years I was locked up at St. Mungos.

Harry stopped reading and pulled the velvet bag open. Inside, wrapped in crackly tissue paper was a gold pocket watch. Harry flipped the top open, to reveal a watch face with about a half a dozen hands. The face had small golden planets and a dial with golden numbers. It was a wonderful watch. Harry turned it over in his hand. On the back was engraving: Harold James Potter - for Outstanding Service to the Ministry of Magic. Harry thought it must have been his grandfather's. There was something else in the little bag, something smaller, also wrapped in tissue.

Harry fumbled to unwrap it. It was a fine gold chain. Hanging from it was a golden rune. It was shaped like the letter "Y" but with an extra stem in the middle like a tree. Its gold surface glinted in the light of the fire.

"What is that Harry?" asked Hermione, looking across the table at him.

"This looks like it could be my grandfather's watch," said Harry passing it to her. He laid the necklace carefully on the table, and returned to the letter.

When your parents were killed, these effects were recovered by the Order and passed to me for safe- keeping, with the idea that they could be returned to you at some point in the future. Dumbledore refused to disclose your whereabouts at the time. It was chaos in those days. I put these things away, hoping I would be able to give them to you some day, when you were old enough.

The watch was found in your father's pocket. The necklace was found on the floor near your mother. The clasp was broken but Frank, my husband, repaired it. Lily must have been wearing it when the two of you were attached. I am sorry I can not tell you more. I believe you deserve to know as much as possible about those painful last moments.

I am so sad that all I can give you from your parents are these small treasures and no stories of what made each valuable to their owner. Still I hope they may give you comfort.

Alice Longbottom

Harry set the letter down, and picked up the necklace. He sighed as he studied it in his palm. "The watch belonged to..." he began, but a large lump in his throat prevented Harry from finishing the sentence. He simply handed the letter across the table to Hermione who was now looking very anxious. She handed the watch on to Ron and began reading. Harry turned the pendant over in his fingers for a few moments and then looked across the table. There were tears welling up in Hermione's eyes. One plopped on to the parchment note as she read. Ron was watching her too. She passed the note on to Ron.

"It's nice she's kept them for you, isn't it," said Ron, as he finished reading.

"Ya, it is," said Harry.

"That rune is called Algiz and it symbolizes protection or defense against evil. It may have some other meanings as well. I'll look it up for you," said Hermione.

"What are you going to do with them?" Ron asked.

"Dunno" said Harry, picking up the chain again and running his fingers over the surface of the gold. He gathered the watch and the necklace up and put them back in the little bag.

"I'm going to bed," Harry said, and he collected his books and went up to the dormitory, not turning to see the looks on his friends' faces.

In the quiet of the dormitory room, Harry put the watch on his bedside table, then picked it up and wound it, setting it to the correct time. He wrapped the chain around his hand and for a moment his mother's pleas to Voldemort returned to him. Then he saw in his head the blinding flash of green light. Harry replaced the necklace in the bag, then extinguished his candle with a wave of his hand.

Saturday was cold but the unusually dry March air would make for good flying. Ron, Ginny and Harry left the castle early with their broomsticks over their shoulders and headed for the Quidditch pitch. Charlie was waiting for them at the team entrance, and Harry got him a school broom and also a Quaffle they could play with.

"Pretty dismal broom, this," said Charlie, inspecting the old Comet Harry handed him.

"You're supposed to be one of the best players this school every graduated," said Ginny sarcastically, "You need a handicap."

Charlie laughed and mounted the broom and they were off. Harry and Ginny played Ron and Charlie for awhile, and then they switched up. Charlie was a bit rusty at the start, but soon was in fine form. He showed them some moves they hadn't tried before and Harry fervently wished the house Quidditch season had not been cancelled. After two hours of hard flying, they were tired and chilled. Charlie invited them for hot chocolate at his tent, and they gladly accepted.

Charlie's tent had all the comforts of home, including a fireplace. After two cups of hot steaming cocoa each, and lots of Quidditch stories, Ginny nodded off against Harry's shoulder, as they sat on a cushy sofa.

"How cute," said Charlie, with a grin at Harry. He blushed but hoped it was covered up by the redness in his cheeks from flying.

"Just push her over if she's bothering you," said Ron. That, of course, was the last thing Harry wanted to do.

The three walked back to the castle around two and with nothing else to do, spent a lazy afternoon with Hermione, playing exploding snap. Harry did not have a lesson with Professor Dumbledore today. He had received a note to meet Dumbledore the following Wednesday evening, after dinner, in his office. Harry knew that meant they would not be working on the air spell, because he needed more space to do that one.

Harry made an excuse to leave the table early on Wednesday night so he could avoid being seen by the other students as he made his way to Dumbledore's office. Ginny gave him a small wink as he stood to go.

Harry had been working hard on his Elemental spells. Dumbledore had explained on several occasions the danger of letting the element control you, rather than visa versa. "The element itself can drain all the strength and power you have leaving you an empty lifeless shell. When you are using these spells, you are becoming one with the element and the element is becoming an extension of you. When you break the link, you will find it has robbed you of something, and if you are not careful, you will be left weakened. When I fought Grindelwald, I barely survived the encounter, not due to Grindelwald's powers, but from the spell that I used to defeat him. His powers were impressive, but the power of the elements was greater still. I was never left so weakened in my life. You must learn to control the amount of yourself you give over to your element."

Harry was very cautious from that moment on. He found that his water, earth and fire spells were not yet strong enough to leave him weakened. However, the air spell was a different story. Each time he preformed the spell, it affected him a little less, but he was still dropping to his knees and was unable to stand for a few minutes after he conjured a storm.

Harry practiced each night and was beginning to see some improvement. He could now light and extinguish candles without a wand. His fellow Gryffindors thought it was simply a clever trick and didn't pay much attention when Harry occasionally snuffed a candle with a wave of his hand.

Dumbledore sat at his desk with a frown upon his face. He was reading a letter as Harry entered the office. "Ahh, Harry," he said somewhat tiredly. "The news is worse each day."

Harry wondered what was being reported now, but was not sure he really wanted to know. Each new attack was like an accusation that he had not yet ridded the wizard world of Voldemort. He gave voice to his concerns. "Sir, how long is this going to go on? When will I face Voldemort? I can't take this much longer."

"Harry, if you think I would have tried to encourage a boy of fifteen years or less to attempt the murder of the most powerful wizard in a century then you must have a rather low opinion of me. You are not and have not been ready. There is nothing that we could have done to make you ready, other than what you have done and learned yourself. The truth is, as I have told you before, I do not know how to stop Voldemort. Not yet." Harry slumped in his chair as Dumbledore continued, "But look at yourself. You are growing into a man. You are clever, capable and resourceful. You have received training which you have used to great advantage. You have helped others learn to protect themselves. You have shown me that such training could be used to great advantage. The fight you and your friends mounted in the Department of Mysteries was nothing less than spectacular. I know you dwell on the death of Sirius but putting that aside for a moment, do you realize that five underage wizards that you taught, along with yourself, went into a situation where you were ambushed by twelve of Voldemort's best and you held them off, held your own, for over half an hour. There are few, save the Ministry Aurors and the members of the Order who could have done as well."

"But how can you let this go on? The killings and the attacks I mean?" asked Harry. "That night in the Ministry, I think Voldemort was afraid of you, and you seemed to be so much better than him."

"I can control him to a point. Voldemort fears what I know, or what he supposes I know. His overwhelming fear of death causes him to misjudge at times. But do not be fooled. He is an immensely powerful wizard. He has attempted things most wizards never dream of in their worst nightmares. He has done horrible things to himself to bring about immortality and he has done ghastly things to others in the pursuit of it."

"It's just..." began Harry.

"It's just that you are chafing for this thing to get over and done with so you can have a life. Remus, Arthur and I have the same wish. I have watched over you for sixteen years, and another year or two seems too brief a time to me. However, for you who have just learned the truth of the prophecy the weight of it is very great. You however are not yet ready for that confrontation. Keep in mind that if you face him too soon the results would be disastrous for the entire wizarding world and beyond. Soon though, Harry, sooner than we would like, I fear."

Studying that night soon became tiresome. Neither Ron nor he was in the mood. Harry kept replaying bits of Dumbledore's talk with him in his head. ...another year or two seems too brief a time to me. However, for you who have just learned the truth of the prophecy the weight of it is very great... Harry needed a diversion. "Ron, want to go nick some food from the kitchens?" Ron agreed almost at once, and Harry was off to get the invisibility cloak.

They were leaving the kitchens, and were just nearing the entrance hall loaded down with mince pies, chicken and pumpkin juice, when footsteps made them stop and listen. The entrance hall was dark, only a few candles were burning in their holders. To their surprise, Bill Weasley came up from the direction of the Hufflepuff common room. At the same time Dumbledore came from the Great Hall. "Bill, is everything secure?" he asked. Then he looked directly at Harry and Ron, and chuckled. Harry remembered that Dumbledore could see through invisibility cloaks. "Making off with some snacks from the kitchens I see."

Bill looked confused "What?"

Harry threw the cloak off them and Bill laughed. "What is the current punishment for being out of bounds," Bill asked Dumbledore with a grin.

"I think one of those excellent pies, for each of us," said Dumbledore.

"Why are you here?" Ron asked Bill in amazement, handing him a pie.

"Order business, Ron," said Bill.

"Off to bed with you now," said Dumbledore.

As Harry and Ron reached the second floor and they were out of ear shot, Harry whispered, "I think your brother is hiding money in the castle. They are all worried about Gringotts. They don't think it's safe."

"What do you mean, Gringotts is supposed to be the safest place outside of Hogwarts."

"I heard them all talking at Christmas. Bill was going move the gold of the Order members if it looked like the goblins might go over to Voldemort. Remember that article in the Daily Prophet a few weeks ago?"

Ron nodded dully, "This is getting way out of hand."

Back in the common room, with food piled up in the center of the study table, Ron told Hermione about seeing Bill and what Harry had told him. "Harry, I get the feeling that you know more than what you're saying," said Hermione. "Are you holding out on us?"

"Just because I didn't remember to tell you what happened in the kitchen in Grimmauld Place three months ago," said Harry defensively.

"Calm down mate," said Ron. "She didn't mean anything by it."

"Sorry," Harry said, "Just a bit stressed out I guess." Harry went back to his Herbology essay. He knew the other two where throwing each other looks.

On Sunday night, Harry and Ginny had arranged to meet. They hadn't had much time together and thought they might spend an undisturbed hour or so in the Astronomy Tower. They had to wait out a lot of students who had chosen this evening to stay up late. It was past eleven when they finally found themselves alone in the common room. They had been very cautious so far, passing slips of parchment, sitting near each other, at meals, but not too near as to attract attention. Harry thought it quite unsatisfactory but in the back of his head he knew that all he would bring Ginny by disclosure, was danger. It made him protective of their secret. Harry pulled out the invisibility cloak and quickly and silently, they slipped out through the portrait hole. They made their way to the Astronomy Tower which was not in use this evening. The floor directly below the top of the tower, was a round classroom with a spectacular view of the grounds. The night, however was foggy and cold. Harry and Ginny sat down on a stone bench near the door. It was as though they had not talked in an age. They talked non-stop, for nearly an hour.

The room was cold and made them huddle together. It felt so good to be holding Ginny in his arms, breathing in the smell of her hair and feeling her arms around him. He wanted to protect her and make the world right for her.

The sound of footfalls on stone steps announced that they were not the only ones out late tonight. Harry quickly covered them with the invisibility cloak, and then they crept over towards the door flattening themselves against the wall. The door swung open and Crabbe and Goyle appeared dragging Theodore Nott between them. Harry drew his wand, and waited.

"So, Nott," said Crabbe, thickly, "Draco thinks you're the traitor in Slytherin, and we want to see if traitors bounce," Goyle chuckled witlessly. Crabbe and Goyle started dragging Nott who was struggling between them, up the final stair case.

"What are you two on about," Nott was saying. "I'm no traitor. Get off me!"

Harry had had enough. He whispered quickly to Ginny that he had to save Nott. Ginny looked at him and nodded. Motioning her to remain there, Harry got out from under the cloak, drew his wand, and ran up the last flight of steps.

"What are you lot up to," demanded Harry as he burst out on the top of the tower. Crabbe and Goyle were lifting Nott toward the edge of the wall. It was a long way down. They set Nott down and turned toward Harry. He could see them each trying to form some sort of story. They looked open mouthed at Harry and slowly they released Theodore, who rubbed his bruised arms.

Theodore spoke up, "We were having a bit of a game, Potter. What's it to you anyway?" Looking into Nott's eyes, he could see the residual fear and he could read the falsehood in Nott's statement. Harry cottoned to the situation immediately. Nott had to appear loyal to Slytherin even now, or he'd be dead for sure. Harry didn't know what to do next. He couldn't stand here all night to prevent Crabbe and Goyle from carrying out their plan, and he had no authority to send them back to their dormitory. He needed a ruse.

"Fine then, just a game," he said casually. "Only watch yourselves, because Peeves was down on second floor shouting your name Crabbe, saying you were out of bounds or something. Filch is bound to be combing the castle trying to catch you right now."

A look of panic filled Crabbe's face. Goyle laughed again, but Crabbe gave him a menacing look. "Let's get out of here," he said and he banged deliberately into Nott as he clambered down the stairs followed by Goyle who was still laughing.

There were some heavy footfalls on the stairs and then several loud thuds mixed with some grunts and then silence.

Harry hurried to the stairs followed by Nott. In a heap at the bottom of the stairs lay Crabbe and Goyle, out cold. No one was in sight, but Harry had a good idea how they had fallen. He smiled to himself.

"Lucky, that," said Harry, thinking that at least they now had time for some kind of plan.

"Yeah, well I don't see the luck in it," said Nott distractedly. "This is Malfoy's doing, but he'd never admit it. If I go back tonight, I think I'll be killed. I'm going to have to run away. There's no other solution."

You could tell Dumbledore, he'd sort it out," said Harry.

"He'd just turn me over to Snape and I'd be right back where I am now."

Harry had more faith in Dumbledore than that, but Nott was unconvinced. Harry glanced at the two thugs who were still out cold, and an idea came to him.

"You need for them to think you are a loyal Slytherin," began Harry. "What if we could make it seem that you and I had a fight, after I jinxed those two, and you got me with some sort of curse and then brought Crabbe and Goyle back to your common room?"

"If you played it up, they'd all think you were a hero. I could come over to the Slytherin table tomorrow morning and yell at you or something, for cursing me."

Nott looked thoughtful. "If I'm to stay at school, I have to stay in Slytherin. These two will never remember what happened, they're that thick. I think it might work."

"We'll have to levitate them all the way to your common room door without being caught," said Harry.

"All right then," said Nott, rolling up his sleeves and retrieving his wand from Crabbe's belt.

It took them nearly half an hour to get the two lifeless hulks down to the dungeon. Peeves was bouncing around on the third floor, and they heard footsteps in the main hall which made them duck into an empty classroom for a few minutes. Finally they dropped their load in the corridor near the Slytherin common room.

"Let's at least jinx them," said Nott, looking much relieved.

"Be my guest," said Harry. "See you in the morning, then."

"Thanks," Nott said, and held out his hand to shake Harry's.

Harry hurried back to the common room to find Ginny curled up with a book. He thanked her for tripping Crabbe and Goyle, and she grinned. Then he told her about Nott. "Good thinking, Harry," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek, before going off to her dormitory.

The next morning, as planned, Harry stormed over to the Slytherin table and in a hushed voice, which all the Slytherins could hear, he told Nott to never cross him again. Then he stomped off to his own table. Ginny, was grinning broadly at him. Glancing over at Nott, he could see that his table mates were looking at him with respect. That included Malfoy, who was now sitting next to him. Crabbe and Goyle had looks of confusion on their faces, but Harry thought that was rather normal.

The Slytherins who thought Nott had got the best of Harry, sniggered at him as they passed in the halls. Harry found it didn't bother him much. Ron and Hermione were shocked, until Harry had a chance to explain the story, leaving out any mention of Ginny's presence.

As Harry rose to leave the table following dinner, he realized that Mac was beckoning to him from the head table. Harry walked up to him. "Yes sir?" he said. Mac leaned toward Harry.

"The Ministry examiner has been in contact with me and the time for your potions test is set for nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Report to Professor Dumbledore's office. As your instructor, I can not be present. Good Luck, Harry," and he gave a wink. Harry noticed Snape out of the corner of his eye. With an angry look, Snape rose and approached MacNessa.

'What did I just hear? Potter is having the NEWT potion exam?" Snape snarled dangerously.

"Why yes, Severus, he is," remarked Mac, taking a bite of treacle tart. "I believe that the headmaster will be asking you to witness the test."

"This is.... unheard of," barked Snape and he whirled around and stalked out of the room.

Harry could only imagine how angry Snape would be having him back in potions class again. Harry sighed as he watched the black clad figure storm out of the room. Again, he considered throwing the test. Harry really dreaded being subjected to another year of potions with Snape. Mac looked very seriously into Harry's eyes. "Do well tomorrow young Harry, make me proud" said Mac. Harry nodded at Mac and turned to catch up with Hermione, Ginny and Ron. Perhaps he would do his best and still fail. At least that would be the honest way out.

Old, bald, Professor Tofty arrived at Hogwarts during breakfast. Harry remembered the old wizard from his O.W.L. exams the year before. Professor Tofty had tested him in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and had asked to see Harry's Patronus. Dumbledore was in the entrance hall, greeting the ancient wizard warmly when Harry, Ron, and Hermione were coming down the stairs for breakfast. The trio walked into the Great Hall and found seats. Harry was feeling a bit nervous about the testing. He didn't really understand why he needed to be tested by someone special from the Ministry. Potions was after all, just a class like any other. He could hear Mac's booming voice in the hallway, mingling with Dumbledore's. Harry tried to concentrate on his porridge.

Hermione had The Daily Prophet opened over a plate of eggs and toast. "Any good news?" asked Harry, hoping for a distraction. Hermione looked up and shook her head, no. Harry did not ask for details.

A few minutes later, Mac clapped Harry on the back as he passed by on his way to the teachers table. Next McGonagall passed by and whispered, "Good luck, Potter."

After breakfast, Harry decided to just go along to Dumbledore's office. He might be a bit early but he couldn't sit there, waiting, any longer. He arrived at the headmaster's office and knocked on the door. The door swung open and he was face to face with Snape. "Potter," he snapped. "Never satisfied to follow the rules that others must follow, are you. But I'll wager you're in over your head this time," he hissed so that only Harry could hear. He stepped out of the way, and Harry entered the room, glaring at the Potions Master. Professor Tofty and Dumbledore were in the opposite corner of the room talking in an animated way. A large table had been placed in the center of the room and potions equipment had been set neatly upon it. For a second, Harry knew he had forgotten everything he had been taught. He tried desperately to remember what a bezoar was used for.

Soon Dumbledore turned, "Harry, ready to begin?"

"Yes, sir" answered Harry.

Professor Tofty came forward. "You may not remember me young man. I tested you last year during your O.W.L. exams. You showed me your very excellent Patronus."

"I remember sir," said Harry, trying to smile.

"And now we are here to test you again!" said Tofty, enthusiastically. "Conner MacNessa was very complimentary about your Potions skills. It is highly unusual for the Ministry to grant a test of this kind, but Professor MacNessa was very persuasive, and of course, Professor Dumbledore concurred," said Professor Tofty nodding towards the headmaster.

"Eh...Thank you sir," said Harry. He glanced over at Snape who was clearly perturbed. Snape was standing at the other side of the room with his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw set. Harry thought he could detect the sound of teeth grinding.

Professor Tofty began explaining the way the test would be conducted. "Mr. Potter, you will be challenged to produce three potions. You will have a certain amount of latitude in the process. In this way, we will be testing your knowledge and creativity. Please don't be worried, as everyone here wants you to succeed," said Tofty emphatically and with a smile. Harry knew this statement was untrue. "You will have a limited amount of time to brew each potion. The potion will be tested when you have finished." Professor Tofty said he would ask questions during the process, and Harry's answers would count in the final grading. "I will be giving you your results before you leave today, so nothing to worry about there," said Professor Tofty, patting him on his shoulder. Here are some reference books which you may use to look up a recipe.

Harry could almost feel Snape's eyes drilling into the back of his skull. He wished firmly that Mac was there.

"For your first potion you will make a draught that must be odorless and colorless, and will put a living creature to sleep. You will have one hour," said Tofty. Let's begin."

Professor Tofty turned over a large hour glass. Harry looked over the equipment and the ingredients and began. He had learned a sleeping potion by heart, and began making it. He felt less nervous as he began the potion because Professor Tofty and Professor Dumbledore were talking together behind him, and not looking over his shoulder. He relaxed a little. This potion was a bit difficult because the ingredients needed to be cut very fine and added very slowly with careful stirring. Harry could hear Mac's voice in his head saying 'careful, now, don't bruise it, blend it'. Soon Harry was done. This potion didn't require a long cooking period. He was happy with the consistency and hoped it would react correctly.

Harry cleared his throat, noticing that there was still plenty of sand remaining in the hour glass, "Professor, I'm finished."

"Very good," said Professor Tofty. He leaned over the cauldron and nodded. Then he removed a small ladle full and poured it slowly into a shallow dish. Dumbledore produced a rabbit from thin air and placed it near the dish. The rabbit lapped up some of the potion and immediately fell asleep. When Tofty picked up the rabbit, its chest was rising and falling gently and it legs hung limply off his hands as it continued to sleep. "Fine work, Mr. Potter," said Professor Tofty.

"I think you can carry on with the next," said Tofty. Dumbledore smiled, but Snape only looked more furious. "Now, Mr. Potter, you will make a blasting solution. It is quite dangerous. I doubt that you have ever made anything so volatile. Here is the recipe that I wish you to use. Please exercise caution. If made incorrectly, it will be either too strong and cause far too much destruction or too weak and not produce a blast. If you are successful, a small amount will open a locked chest." Tofty swept his wand through the air and produced a large, heavy wooden chest with a huge rusty metal padlock.

Harry saw Snape smirk when the potion was named. Snape didn't know that Harry had actually made this potion with Mac, and he knew he would have to be very careful. It was a fiddly sort of potion and the timing was rather touchy. Everything was progressing along just fine until he added the Asphodel. Then it began to smoke a bit. Harry quickly re-read the directions and discovered he should have removed the cauldron from the heat before adding the Asphodel. Harry removed the cauldron immediately and fanned the outside for a minute then resumed stirring. He was sweating from the heat and from nervousness. Professor Tofty had asked him various questions during the preparation and he felt he had done passably well. Once he was finished, Professor Tofty moved toward the table to test the potion.

"Please be careful, Professor," said Snape silkily, "Potter was generally erratic and dangerous in class. I would recommend caution. I have been teaching this subject for many years and some students have an affinity for potions making while others think it is nothing more than following a series of directions to an end. I prefer to promote students who appreciate the aesthetics...the art if you will, of producing a finely brewed potion."

Professor Tofty tutted and glanced up at Snape with a raised eyebrow. "We all have our own level of appreciation for a potion. Some revel in the art, some in the science and some in the outcome." He took a small, long handled spoon from within his robes and scooped up a small amount. With surprising speed, he flicked the liquid at the rusty lock on the trunk. A loud bang shocked Harry, and a six foot tall spiral of black smoke swirled up toward the ceiling. The trunk had popped open. Snape flinched at the sound of the blast and leapt back against the wall. Tofty and Dumbledore nodded in appreciation and complimented Harry on his efforts.

"Now for the final test, Mr. Potter," said Professor Tofty. "You must make a potion that will change your appearance in some way. This, by the way, is a test that is given to future Aurors. You may have any ingredients that you wish, and may use any potion that you choose. You may consult any of these books. Tofty indicated the stack of five potions books. You may have fifteen minutes to choose, and then one hour to make your potion."

Harry knew what he'd like to make, but he needed to find the recipe for it. He plunged into the books and after leafing through three, discovered what he needed. He stepped up to the table and began gathering the ingredients for Polyjuice potion.

"Mr. Potter, I am impressed by your choice, because I can see quite clearly what you are attempting to make, however, you have only one hour total to complete it," offered Tofty. "You may want to reconsider your choice." Snape was sneering at Harry. He also knew what Harry was making. The look of triumph on Snape's face said it all.

"Thank you sir, but I think I can finish it," said Harry politely. He was, however, not so sure now. He had been counting on using Mac's potion aging charm. What if he wasn't allowed to use it? Harry decided he couldn't worry about that now, and he charged ahead.

He began to sweat, from the steam of the cauldron as he arrived at the moment when he had to age the potion. He pulled out his wand, cleared his throat, which felt quite dry, and said "Correptius."

Tofty gasped, "My, My! I haven't seen a student use that technique in about a hundred years." He quickly moved so as to be able to watch the cauldron as it bubbled and sparked. Harry held the spell in place as Mac had taught him, driving out all distractions and concentrating on the potion only. After a few minutes, the proper color seemed to have been achieved. Harry released the spell, and breathed heavily. After a brief cooling period he added all but the final ingredient.

"I'll need a hair from someone to complete the potion," said Harry. This was sort of awkward. He guessed that none of the three wizards would want to donate a hair and have Harry impersonate them. He had devised an alternative, but before he could offer to run and find a student volunteer, Dumbledore laughingly handed Harry a hair plucked from his own beard.

"I am enjoying this very much!" he beamed. Tofty seemed equally eager. So, Harry ladled out a cup of the thick green fluid and added Dumbledore's hair. He held his breath and swallowed the potion. Immediately he felt the transformation that he had experienced once before. Soon he looked down and realized that he must now look exactly like Dumbledore accept for his robes, which were now a bit too short for him.

The real Dumbledore and Professor Tofty were very amused by the transformation and began making 'twin' jokes. Harry was somewhat embarrassed and decided to just stand off to the side, until the potion wore off. He glanced at Snape whose face was dark and murderous. "If you no longer require my presence, I'll be going back to my classroom," he said.

"Ah! Thank you Severus for attending as witness," squeaked Professor Tofty appreciatively. "I'm sure you are very proud of this boy, since you were the one to put him on the road to potions making. Excellent, simply excellent."

Without further comment or indeed without another look in Harry's direction, Snape swept out of the office, slamming the door.

"Mr. Potter," said Professor Tofty, once Harry was again himself. "You received highest marks on this test. I marked you down a bit for the smoking cauldron when you made the blasting solution, but I am giving you extra credit for the Polyjuice potion. The use of the Full Moon spell was very impressive. It is one of those things that the old aurors used to be quite good at. I should have expected it though, with Conner as your instructor, shouldn't I," he asked, chuckling and looking over the rim of his glasses at Dumbledore. Dumbledore smiled in a conspiratorial way.

"Well, well. I'll be off then," said Professor Tofty. He shook Dumbledore's hand. Then he turned to Harry and shook his hand as well. "The Ministry will forward your NEWT Potions License by owl in a day or two. I'm sure that you will make a fine Auror someday. There aren't many students who have the talent or disposition to achieve this certification as a sixth year. You will of, course be subject to the reasonable restrictions on the use of underage magic until you are of age, regardless of what the license states."

"Harry has a waiver from the Minister," responded Dumbledore.

"Excellent; special case then. Good day to you both. It has been a rare pleasure." He shook their hands again in turn and left the office.

"You have acquitted yourself admirably, Harry. I'm sure even Professor MacNessa will be surprised. I must admit that I thought him rather overly optimistic, insisting on this examination so soon. Few if any, young wizards possess this particular license."

Harry felt relieved that the test was finished and grateful for his good score, but confused by the talk of a license. "Sir," asked Harry, "I don't really know what the license is all about."

"So, Conner didn't tell you, then?" asked Dumbledore. "Probably a wise idea. You weren't nervous, and you did a marvelous job." Dumbledore took a seat behind his desk. "You have just received the highest potions endorsement given by the Ministry. You do not need to take any more potions classes." Harry's mouth hung open.

"I thought the test was so that I could re-join Snape's class," said Harry.

"You might substitute teach Professor Snape's class, but you certainly won't need to take any more classes from him," laughed Dumbledore.

Harry could not believe his luck. He began straightening up the table, and vanishing the left over potions. "I guess that most wizards don't use spells with potions," Harry commented. "At least Professor Tofty seemed to think it was unusual."

"Conner has an unusual background. It was Professor McGonagall who thought of him and we decided he would bring a new element to your training. You are very good with your wand, Harry, and we felt that Conner could help you make the most of potions by using it."

"During your regular class period with Professor MacNessa tomorrow, you will meet with me, Arthur Weasley and Remus. I wish for them to see your progress with the Elemental spells and we will discuss the state of your training at that time." Harry nodded and made for the door. "Harry, Congratulations!"

Harry headed back toward Gryffindor Tower feeling a bit dazed and definitely happy. "Dunderheads!" echoed down the stone corridor ahead of him, and Harry knew that Snape was nearby. He really did not want to run into Professor Snape right now as Snape was obviously angry at the outcome of the test. Harry hadn't realized the importance of it or what it had meant. It was probably just as well for him, since he was not nearly as nervous as he would otherwise have been.

He rounded the next corner and almost ran straight into Snape. He had been reprimanding two first years who were cowering near the wall. "Now get out of my sight!" finished Snape in a huff. Then he rounded on Harry. "So, Potter, somehow you have managed to receive special treatment yet again," said Snape, in a dangerous voice. He stared into Harry's eyes. Harry immediately raised his defenses to block his mind. Long past were the days when Snape could terrorize him. "A day may come when you won't have others about to save you when you fail," said Snape with a sharp look at Harry. Then he disappeared around the corner.

Harry sighed and tried to shake off the feeling of unease he always got when Snape was near. He didn't want to worry about Snape. He wanted to tell someone about his Potions exam.

"And I thought you were taking remedial potions," said Hermione with a smile.

"Brilliant!" Ron said. "How do you always end up on top in these things?" His friends were very happy to hear what had happened. Harry caught Ginny as she came through the common room and told her too.

"That's wonderful," she said and she almost took his hand. Instead she patted his arm and gave him the smallest wink as she walked on.

The next afternoon, Harry hurried to Mac's classroom. He found Mac sitting at his desk, writing. He rose when he saw Harry enter. "Young Harry, I heard the results from Tofty by owl last night. I'm very proud of you boy!" To Harry's surprise, Mac gave him a great bear hug and then released him. "We'll talk later, alright?" he said warmly. "Your handlers are assembled in the next room," he said, indicating the closed door of his office. Harry looked quizzically at him over the use of the term 'handlers'. "You know what I mean boy." Harry was not sure how to take this comment, and was about to question him when Mac waved a hand toward the door. "Best not keep them waiting."

Harry entered the office to find Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley and Remus standing in the middle of the room. They greeted him as he entered. "Harry, I have asked Remus and Arthur to join us today to see what you've been able to accomplish with your Elemental spell work, and to talk a bit about your progress this year. Let's adjourn to the workroom."

Soon they were all in the familiar room. "Let's sit down, shall we?" said Dumbledore as he spun a round table out of the air followed by four green leather arm chairs that arranged themselves around the outside. They all took seats. Harry felt somewhat uncomfortable being the center of the pending discussion. The last time they had met thus, the results had been none too good.

As if reading his mind, Dumbledore leaned his elbows on the armrests of his chair and steepled his long fingers under his chin. "Harry, you have made remarkable progress this year in gaining control over the mental intrusions of Voldemort and in learning techniques that will help you in what is most surely and inevitably ahead. I would like to have you hear from Arthur and Remus what is going on with Voldemort, or as much as we know. Arthur, if you wouldn't mind..."

"Certainly," said Mr.Weasley. "Harry we have learned through our spies..."

"You mean through Snape," filled in Harry.

"Professor Snape," said Dumbledore.

Arthur continued, "We have other ways of spying on the Death Eaters, Harry, but to answer your question, yes, primarily from Professor Snape. Voldemort has been preoccupied by his efforts to free Azkaban prisoners, to control the dementors and the giants, and from planning raids on muggle and wizard locations, and has put your murder aside for now. We believe he is almost afraid to face you again, as the results, so far, have not been good for him. We believe he is worried that if he fails again, his Death Eaters may begin to doubt. Because you have been able to block him out over the past months, he is thwarted in any attempts to covertly manipulate you. Although he will face you again, at some point, we do not expect him to attempt to attack you in the near future."

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "While I know the hard work that has gone into this analysis of the situation, and I have heard for myself the reports, I caution that it is unwise to lower our guard."

"Professor Dumbledore is right, Harry, but we hope we'll get some type of warning to help us prepare if Voldemort should decide to move against you again," said Mr. Weasley.

Harry kept his eyes on the table and nodded his head. "Does that mean that Professor Trelawney didn't give him the entire prophecy? If she did, wouldn't he be trying hard to get to me now?"

"That's an excellent question, Harry," said Dumbledore. "If he retrieved it, we do not know about it. We only know that Voldemort was in a rage when she escaped."

"Again from Snape?" asked Harry.

"Yes," said Arthur Weasley.

Remus spoke up, "The Order are watching the Death Eaters activity and doing what we can to foil their plans. The Ministry has now declared all dementors as hostile and is seeking them as criminals. They have established a containment area to hold them, when captured. We have been able to round up about fifteen so far. The charms needed to keep their jailers from succumbing to them are difficult but so far, successful."

"Good, good," said Dumbledore. "Now Harry, I would like to go over your situation in detail. You have been successful with Occlumency. Professor MacNessa says he has been drilling you in Legilimency for about a half hour a week and that you are passably good at it. He says that he has forbidden you to use this skill out of class time, but he feels that you are receiving information, unbidden at times."

Harry knew this to be true. He tried to remain passive but at times he felt he could predict what someone would say next, and there was that time that he'd actually read Snape's thoughts.

"You can of course, apparate, and you have been granted a NEWT certification and license in Potions."

Remus smiled at him and Arthur Weasley said "Well done, Harry!"

"We are very fortunate that you possess the ability to use Elemental magic. It is a great and powerful gift. I'd like for you to demonstrate it now, if you don't mind." said Dumbledore.

Harry rose to his feet as Dumbledore conjured a candle, a beaker of water, and a large stone on the table. Harry relaxed and brought his mind into focus. Practice had improved his skills a bit. With a jab of his finger in the air, fire sprang to life in the candle wick. Harry raised up the flame with his hand, and then blew on the flame and three candles in holders along the wall burst into flame.

"Very good!" said Arthur excitedly. "Very handy to be able to do something like that."

Remus looked at Harry. "Yes, you've been practicing! Well done Harry."

Then Harry urged the water in the glass beaker up and over the sides. He did not allow the water to touch the table surface, but just to stick to the sides of the glass in midair. Something went slightly wrong as Harry tried to coax the water back into the beaker and some of it spilled down on the table. "Not to worry, Harry," said Remus, kindly, "That was still brilliant."

"I agree," said Mr. Weasley, beaming.

Next Harry moved the rock toward him. He had been practicing something that Dumbledore had not seen yet. Harry put his hands just above the rock and with a crunching sound, the rock turned into fine sand. Then Harry coaxed the sand to form a perfect cube on the table. Moving away, the cube remained standing. Remus reached over to touch it, and found it solid. He picked it up and tossed it heavily into the air and it retained its new form.

"Most impressive Harry, most impressive. Let me remind you gentlemen that he's learned all this since Christmas," said Dumbledore. "Now Harry, please show us your air spell." Harry moved to the center of the room. "Everyone will have to stand next to Harry, as this spell still needs some taming." Once centered in the room, Dumbledore eliminated all the objects in the room and the familiar and disorienting blue-grey retuned.

Harry made sure he'd have room and then spun around throwing off a great black cloud which filled the space over their heads. The cloud began to spin, and soon they were surrounded by a whirling wind that was shot through with crackly lightening. Harry released it after a minute and immediately sunk to the floor, limply. Remus and Arthur rushed to him.

"He'll be alright," said Dumbledore, as they lifted Harry up and helped him back in to one of the high backed chairs. "This spell alone is quite draining and I've asked him to show you spells for all four elements." Dumbledore took a seat, patting Harry on the arm. "I find a cup of tea to be a real pick-me-up."

Dumbledore produced a steaming teapot and he poured a cup for everyone. In the respite, Harry regained control over his muscles again, and felt really fine. They talked about what Harry had shown them for a few minutes and then Harry posed the question that kept bothering him. "How can I use this stuff against Voldemort?"

"I know you are tired of hearing me say, we shall see, but really Harry, that is the only answer I can give at this moment. You need time to build up your resistance to the draining power of these spells. You do better with each practice and you are incapacitated for a briefer time, but I can not let you overdo. It would only set you back. Until you build up your tolerance, I can not tell what is possible," said Dumbledore.

"If Voldemort attacked me tomorrow, what would I do?" asked Harry bluntly.

"You would have to use all the instinct and experience that you possess and hope that luck was with you."

"So I'd have to try to curse him and hope it worked, then."

"I am afraid that is so. Let's hope we have time for a better defense than the Avada curse, for I can not guarantee that it would not rebound upon you."

Harry was feeling frustrated because he had hoped that a more concrete solution would have presented itself by now. He starred glumly off into space.

"I have some news which I think will cheer you up, Harry. Professor MacNessa has agreed to begin providing you with auror training. Normally, a person who aspires to become an auror goes through a three year training course following their seventh year at school. Auror training incorporates the use of stealth and dueling techniques that would also serve you well in a fight with Voldemort or his Death Eaters. Since you have your Potions completed, there is no reason not have Professor MacNessa provide you with this instruction." Harry's eyes lit up.

"I can not promise you that the Ministry will accept this training in lieu of their own training program, or even if they will accept you as an auror candidate, however Conner used to teach young aurors from time to time, and was considered excellent."

Harry could hardly contain himself, "That's great!" he said.

"I am hoping to convince him to remain at Hogwarts next year and keep up his excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts classes and to continue your training. I sense you two have a special connection."

"That's excellent news, Albus," said Arthur.

"Yes, it is," said Remus. "I'd hoped he'd agree."

Then Harry remembered something. "There is something that I should tell you that keeps getting pushed out of my head. The day that Professor Trelawney was found, I went to see how she was... in the hospital wing. She started giving another prophecy, but she didn't finish it. I tried to tell you, sir," Harry said looking at Dumbledore, "but I couldn't find you. Then with Ron's fall and Percy and all....well I never mentioned it."

"Harry, you should use the mirror we gave you if anything happens that you need to report. You can call on any of us at any time," Remus said.

"What did she say, Harry?" asked Arthur, in a worried voice.

"It wasn't much, really," explained Harry, feeling very embarrassed that he'd not told someone before, even though it had shed no new light on the subject that Harry could see. "She said Voldemort and I would be summoning our powers and there would be a mistake. She said something like a deadly mistake. She didn't finish the sentence."

Dumbledore rose, "Let's all adjourn to my office and hear this new prophecy, shall we?"

Remus and Arthur Weasley looked ashen, which made Harry feel even worse. Dumbledore was already striding toward the fireplace and extending a pot of floo powder toward them. Soon they were all standing in front of the griffin guarding Dumbledore's office. As it sprung aside, they were transported up the winding stairs. Inside the office, they all took seats facing the headmaster's desk while Dumbledore retrieved his Pensieve from the cabinet against the wall where Harry knew it to be stored. Harry had several experiences with the Pensieve, but he had never deposited his own thoughts into it. He was sure that was what the headmaster now intended. He knew that all of them would be able to view what he had seen that day, the way Dumbledore had showed him the original prophecy last year. Harry felt a bit anxious as Dumbledore set the shallow stone basin on his desk.

"Harry, please come over here." Harry got up and stood at the side of the desk. "Take your wand out and concentrate on the image of Professor Trelawney. Try to focus on that single memory alone," said Dumbledore looking at him directly. "Raise your wand tip to your temple and try to push the memory into the wand, using your mind. Then draw the wand away from your head slowly."

Harry tried to envision the scene in the hospital wing when Trelawney had grabbed his arm. He got a picture in his head of her framed against the white bed sheets. He tried to do as Dumbledore described and push the thought into his wand. He should have just told them right away; instead he had told everything to Ginny. He didn't regret telling her; in fact the thought of her filled him with warmth. Harry drew his wand from his temple and just as he'd seen with both Dumbledore and Snape, a thick, silvery thread pulled away, and floated down into the waiting Pensieve.

"Allow me, Harry," said Dumbledore, taking Harry's wand from him. Harry stood aside so that Remus and Mr. Weasley would be able to see. Dumbledore prodded the silvery stuff and it swirled for a few seconds before an image swirled up before them. Revolving slowly over the Pensieve was Professor Trelawney, lying in the hospital bed, hand extended into the air. Harry could almost feel her hand gripping his arm, and he rubbed it absently as he watched. "The marked one's power increases, strengthened by fire, air, water, and earth. The dark lord's power increases, strengthened by blood and venom. Spirits of the elements will vie with spirits of the darkness in the final battle. The wrong choice will prove fatal...."

The figure faded back into the basin. The men were all silent, lost in thought. Dumbledore spoke first. "I agree Harry, that this last prophecy, for prophecy I believe it was, gives us very little information. I will have to give it some thought."

"Do you think it means the Elemental spells are the wrong choice?" asked Remus.

"It could mean many things. It sounds more as though it is a choice made during the battle," said Dumbledore.

"Could we see it again? I'd like to hear that final bit one more time," said Mr.Weasley. "Are you sure there wasn't any more?"

Dumbledore prodded the silver substance once again, and again, an image began to form above the Pensieve.

It was Ginny and Harry when they sat on the rock shelf near the briar grove. They were looking at each other, holding each other, and now kissing each other. Ginny was asking, "Have you told all this, about the prophecy, to Ron and Hermione?"

"No, I didn't want them worrying," he was saying.

"Why did you tell me?" she asked.

"Voldemort possessed you, didn't he. It just felt like you'd understand what it means," he was saying. The scene began to fade as he and Ginny kissed again.

Harry stood in shock and total embarrassment as he watched the memory play out. He wished he could disapparate this very moment. He wished he could transform into the tiniest of mice and scurry away, before he had to look into the faces of the men in this room. He swallowed hard, glanced up, and met Mr. Weasley's eyes. Mr. Weasley looked as surprised as he felt. Just then the Trelawney image appeared again and they all turned to watch it, leaving Harry with a bit of temporary relief.

Nothing new presented itself in the image and Dumbledore moved the Pensieve aside. "I think we have all seen and heard enough today to keep our brains buzzing for sometime. Harry, if you would remain behind, we can restore your... thoughts."

Remus rose, turned to Harry and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Bravo!" he whispered, a huge grin on his face, as he turned away.

Mr. Weasley was rubbing his chin and looking at the floor. Dumbledore had retreated to the back of his office and Remus was waiting by the door, pretending to admire an old portrait. "Harry," said Arthur Weasley, slowly, "bit of a shock, for a father, that. Still Ginny is a girl who knows her own mind, and after all, she's fifteen."

"Sir," said Harry, looking straight at Mr. Weasley, "I really care about Ginny and I'd never do anything to hurt her. We were going to keep this secret, just in case Voldemort might try to use...to use Ginny...to get to me. No one knows about us, but of course, you." Harry's voice trailed off and he looked down at the floor.

Mr. Weasley put a fatherly hand on Harry's shoulder. "I like you very much, Harry, and so does Molly. Let's leave it at that, shall we?" Harry nodded but could not manage to look at Ginny's father.

Remus held the door for Mr. Weasley and they left. Harry slumped down in one of the chairs feeling quite miserable. How had he let that thought get into the Pensieve?

"Ready to restore your memories?" asked Dumbledore. "You can see Harry that removing a specific memory can be difficult when memories are interconnected."

"Sir, I..." Harry began, but he couldn't put his thoughts properly into words.

"Harry, you are a normal young man and Miss Weasley is an attractive young woman and a good match for you. It is not so easy to keep the secrets we have, as you can see. Are you putting Ginny Weasley in danger by your special relationship? Possibly. However, I think it's been clear to me, and to everyone who knows you that you would do anything you could to protect and save your friends if they were in danger. Voldemort used this very strategy last year. It is who you are, Harry. This is something you can not change. Your best defense is a strong offense, and we will do what we can to help you in this regard. Keep your secret if you can, but do not allow Voldemort to control who you decide to care about. Cutting yourself off from those who love you will hurt you in the end more than it will help you."

Dumbledore showed Harry how to replace his thoughts, and then walked him to the door. "Harry, I am sure that was embarrassing for you, but we can hardly expect a boy of your age to go about without a little romance in his life." Dumbledore winked at him, eyes twinkling, and Harry left the office.

Back in the common room, Harry fell into a chair next to Ginny. He jotted a quick note which he dropped in her lap when no one was looking, before going back out into the hallway. Ginny found him a few moments later behind the tapestry of the Mad Duke of York. To avoid having someone catch them unawares, as he had done with Hermione and Ron, he pulled her farther along the dim passage before telling her what had happened. Ginny looked momentarily speechless when Harry told her what her father had seen in the Pensieve. Finally she said "I'll be getting an owl from mum, mark my words."

"Will she be angry?" asked Harry. He liked the Weasley family very much and he found he didn't want them thinking badly of him.

"No, Harry, mum thinks very highly of you. I expect she'll be alright about it. She'll just be upset with me that she found out this way." Ginny started to laugh. "It's quite funny, actually. I wish I could have been there to see your face." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "I'll bet you turned as red as that sweater you're wearing."