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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 LOVE LOVE LOVE 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 <𝟹

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"Okay," Y/N said, looking at Harry, "Er- what exactly does that mean?"

"He was with Rookwood, he's one of the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban, remember? Rookwood's just told him Bode couldn't have done it."

"Couldn't have done what?"

"Remove something- he said Bode would have known he couldn't have done it ... Bode was under the Imperius Curse ... I think he said Malfoy's dad put it on him."

"Do you think it was-"

"The weapon," Harry finished the sentence for her. "At the department of mysteries."

With the flick of her wand, Y/N refilled the cup in Harry's hand. Harry gave her a thankful smile before drinking it.

"What do you mean you were Voldemort?" Y/N asked, taking the now empty cup from him and putting it back on the night table. 

"I was speaking as him- and I saw everything through his eyes- I think."

Y/N nodded.

"I wouldn't have seen it at all if I could do Occlumency. I'm supposed to have learned to shut this stuff out."

"Harry you're trying your best, it's not an easy thing to learn. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"You're learning it just fine," Harry said, sighing to himself. It was true, Y/N had actually made a massive amount of progress, to the point that Snape had to do separate lessons for Y/N and Harry due to the difference in levels. He was happy obviously, learning Occlumency meant her mind would be protected, but it didn't keep him from feeling stupid because he sucked at it.

"Yeah well, I don't have some evil reptile villain trying to get in my head," Y/N said, pulling Harry backward to lay down again. "C'mon, lets get some more sleep, it's too early" 

Ultimately, Harry nodded and moved his arm to rest under Y/N's head, getting comfy with her in his arms.

He didn't get a lick of sleep for the duration of that night, but he didn't care, just being able to hold Y/N made him feel better.

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Harry and Y/N waited until break next morning to tell Ron and Hermione exactly what had happened; they wanted to be absolutely sure they could not be overheard. Standing in their usual corner of the cool and breezy courtyard, Harry told them every detail of the dream he could remember. 

Hermione gazed at Harry. "And now Rookwood's told Voldemort how to get the weapon?" 

"I didn't hear all the conversation, but that's what it sounded like," said Harry. "Rookwood used to work there ... maybe Voldemort'll send Rookwood to do it?"

Hermione nodded, apparently still lost in thought. Then, quite abruptly, she said, "But you shouldn't have seen this at all, Harry."

"What?" he said, taken aback.

"You're supposed to be learning how to close your mind to this sort of thing," said Hermione, suddenly stern. 

"I know I am," said Harry. "I –"

"Well, I think we should just try and forget what you saw," said Hermione firmly. "And you ought to put in a bit more effort on your Occlumency from now on."