The Flip of a Coin

Chapter 2

Harry started up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

What had Malfoy meant? Did he know something else? Well, he would. His father tells him everything that goes on. He even knew about the Chamber of Secrets before Hermione! And I didn't say no? Of course I didn't say no. I didn't have a chance. Right? I wouldn't really shake Malfoy's hand. He's a Malfoy!

Harry shook his head.

Why am I thinking like Ron? What's Malfoy ever done wrong anyway? Whoa, did I just think that? He's a Malfoy! But he was being nice! And you let Hermione turn him away!

The two sides of his conscience bickered away, until he was sick of it, turning over onto his front.

I don't like Malfoy. He's Malfoy. And always speaking damn riddles. Worse than Dumbledore. 'We're going to win.' What the hell did he mean by that? No way am I helping him, whatever he meant.

Suddenly it was as if a light bulb had been flicked on in the back of his head. Or was it switched off? He put a hand slowly up to his scar, tracing it, and then the burning started, and he screamed as darkness cloaked him and a misty vision came into view...

***

Four figures, two witches and two wizards stood around an altar of some sort, cloaked so that their faces were not visible. The first, a tall witch, was bent slightly, talking to the one next to her, a shorter chubbier witch, in whispers. The two wizards stood, waiting for them to finish, before one started to talk.

"Welcome brothers and sisters. It is time, once again. We have been called, as have the youngsters, although not all are aware of it yet. They shall soon begin to bond together, and we will be whole once more. Our reigns shall never end, so long as we have this..."

He trailed off, and a pale hand slipped from his cloak, as he brought out a small golden coin, waving his free hand at a candle in the centre, the sudden light flickering.

"And here it is. Our ancestors buried it many years ago, but our brother has found it for us once again, and nothing shall stop us. Even now, the heirs are watching, thinking this is a dream." He slowly began to take down his hood, the light from the candle hitting his familiar face as he turned in a full circle.

"My children. Bond together. Before long we shall let you be known. Until next time..."

***

Harry was startled awake, his scar burning furiously, and he blinked a couple of times, before reaching for his glasses. His hand swept across the table, before someone coughed, handing them to him. He looked up at them, putting his glasses securely on his nose, after a few shaky tries, and saw Ron slide into focus. He frowned.

"Ron? What are you..." he began, trailing off as his scar gave a last burst of pain, leaving him gasping.

"Harry?" whispered Ron hoarsely. "Harry. Was it him? Was it You-Know-Who?"

Harry shook his head, taking a deep breath before trusting his voice.

"Dumbledore. It was Dumbledore..."