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*Faith*
Chapter 8, "Silence"
By: RogueBHS

Author Notes: This picks up where previous chapter left off pretty much, so...yeah. Read and review please. :)

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Main Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley,
Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Sabine Kington (OC), Minerva
McGonagall, Remus Lupin and others. like Voldemort for instance. ;)

Couples: Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Draco, Dumbledore/McGonagall (hinted mostly),
Harry/Hermione, Lavender/Ron/Luna and others.

Full Plot Summary: Most would think that with the OWLs over and done with,
and NEWTS not being taken until the next school year, that Harry Potter would have an easy 6th year. But when you add up the loss of his godfather, the weight of the prophecy, harder classes, girl trouble, and the ever-looming threat of Voldemort and his followers. not to mention a changing group of friends, Harry's 6th year may well be the hardest yet. Oh yes. did I mention being ladies man???? (*giggle*)
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Halloween, 1996 -

"Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace

In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe

Heaven holds a sense of wonder..." (1)

In the half of a second it took for the Great Hall to erupt into chaos, Professor Dumbledore managed to get over his shock of seeing his brother's head floating over the Gryffindor table, and build up a fury that had the air around him cracking with unsuppressed power. Those around nearest him responded immediately, turning to him in surprise. But it was his bellow for them all to quiet down that got the attention of everyone else.

"Prefects, if you would please lead your housemates back to the dormitories," he said calmly, once silence reigned in the Hall. His pale blue eyes turned to the professors on either side of him, and at once, they scattered, some leaving through the main doors to try and save what they could of Hogsmeade, others going strengthen the defenses of Hogwarts itself. Then, those normally twinkling eyes sought out a familiar head of black hair in the crowd. "If Harry Potter and the other members of the DA of last year would follow me, please," he requested now, moving swiftly from his place behind the table, and down through the doors.

As he passed them, the members of the DA fell into a line behind him, wands out at the ready, their faces grim. But when he passed Harry, the young man fell into step with the Headmaster, his head bowed. Hermione and Ron immediately moved behind the two, as everyone expected. On a day like today, the Trio was, unfortunately, in their element. After all, they had been fighting Voldemort together for four out of the past five years, whether directly or indirectly. And it wasn't a thing they planned on changing now.

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"In this white wave
I am sinking
in this silence
in this white wave
in this silence
I believe

I have seen you
in this white wave
you are silent
you are breathing
in this white wave
I am free" (1)

While the prefects and a few professors were gathering students into dormitories, Dumbledore and the DA were at the gates of Hogwarts, finally getting a clear view of what was going on in Hogsmeade. They had been hearing the screams of the townspeople since the moment the doors of Hogwarts were pushed open to allow them onto the grounds. Now that Aurors and others were appearing on the scene, some of the newer Death Eater recruits were disappearing, unwilling to allow themselves to be caught. But the older ones who had been with Voldemort longer were still around, hexing and cursing people who tried to capture them. When Dumbledore had told Harry that Voldemort didn't have the manpower to pull off the attack, he had been right. But it wasn't actual MAN power the Dark Lord wanted anyway. After all, werewolves, giants, trolls and other such creatures were so easy to persuade...if you offered them wizard blood to spill.

Despite that, when Dumbledore opened the gates of Hogwarts for the DA, they flooded out, sending spells flying at anything they knew to be foe. Within moments, the mere presence of Dumbledore himself was making a huge dent in Voldemort's following. Even to a werewolf, it was one thing to go up against Aurors, but a complete other to face Albus Dumbledore. Harry, however, was still standing in the middle of the open gates, head bowed, his black hair obscuring view of his face. His wand of holly wood and phoenix feather was clenched tightly in his right hand, but it wasn't in use; instead, it hung at his side. There were yells of friend and foe alike as they were hit with curses, the sounds echoing around him. Yet still he made no move to join in. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling something rushing in his veins, begging to be released.

Barely fifteen feet away, Hermione and Ron were standing back to back, their wands flashing in rapid succession, with multiple spells flying from them towards their targets. But then, as one, a newly released Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Black Lestrange sent curses at the duo, sending them sprawling to the ground. Green eyes snapped open at the sound of the surprised screams of his friends, and his head jerked up. It was the Ministry all over again, as he watched them fall in slow motion. This time, however, he knew he could avenge them. The felling in his veins grew stronger, overtaking every last nerve and blood cell in his body. It was like euphoria, only stronger, with an underlying pain as well. And it was not to be contained.

At a later time and date, no one would be able to describe what happened next, much less Harry himself. But one thing all agreed on was that silence suddenly overtook the battlefield. There was no silencing spell cast, and no one switched to non-verbal spells. Things simply went silent. And almost as one, all eyes turned to Harry. Again there was no reason behind it, no reasonable explanation. Simply an irrepressible urge to turn to him. What people saw, however, they would remember clearly, many to their dying day.

For there, in the gates, Harry stood, his robes whipping around him with a wind that seemed self contained. Shaggy black hair blew over eyes that, while they normally seemed to glow anyway, now appeared to be on fire. And that emerald fire was burning hotter by the second. Rage towards those who dared attack his friends fed his power, turning on reserves he didn't know he had. The feeling in his veins grew stronger yet, and lit his entire body with a reddish glow. But the true shock was yet to come.

The fire became an inferno, and at once, he let out a yell of pure rage and pain. As if that was a cue, shockwave after shockwave of power spread from him, coursing over the battlefield, sending foe sprawling to the ground, unconscious, while friend felt revived to a point that was amazing.

The shockwaves spread for miles, effecting even muggles. Inside Hogwarts, the students felt their bodies revived in a way they'd never known before. Professors who had stayed behind found themselves feeling years younger, and with energy to match. Even Minerva McGonagall suddenly found herself without need of her walking stick, with no explanation. On the battlefield, Ron and Hermione scrambled to their feet in time to see the last few waves release from their friend. Professor Dumbledore, feeling more like one hundred years of age instead of 150-plus, watched this display with surprise. A power the dark lord knows not indeed.

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Minutes stretched for what might have been days, while people watched Harry's magical strength show itself. But his strength became weakness, as the final wave released itself, and at once, burning green eyes went dull, while his body fell to the ground, exhausted.

"Mione?" he asked softly, hearing footsteps hurrying for him. Then, a mass of brown hair obscured his vision, and he felt the comfortable warmth of his best friend as she hugged him to her.

"You'll be ok, Harry," she whispered as his world faded into black. "You'll be ok..."

When his body went limp in her arms, she lifted her brown eyes to meet Ron's blue, a worried expression on her face. "Help me?"

And with a wordless nod, Ron reached down, scooping up Harry's body easily. Muscle or no, Harry was still light for his height, and it worried Ron to realize such a thing. But instead of speaking of it, he led the way back to the castle, Hermione hot on his heels, Harry's wand in her hand. Others could take care of the town now that Harry had saved the day yet again. Their place was with him...

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Here again, Harry thought as he woke to the brightness of the hospital wing for the first time of the year. A glance around showed Hermione asleep in a chair to his left side, and Ron just entering to his right. Ron seemed a bit surprised that Harry was awake, but gave a brief wave as he walked silently towards the bed, holding up a box of Chocolate frogs with a grin. Madam Pomfrey was nowhere in sight, but he knew that the second that she realized he was awake, he'd have to deal with a once over from her. Ron took the chair to the left of Harry's bed, setting the box of frogs on the table as he looked at his friend critically.

"Gave us a right scare, you did, mate," Ron began softly, so as not to wake Hermione. "She hasn't left here except to clean up and whatnot I don't think," he glanced at her, an odd expression on his face. "Made me go to classes without her so we'd all get our homework."

Harry looked to Hermione, frowning. She had missed classes for him? He wondered, surprised. Did she really care that much?

"By the way, Harry...about the whole thing with Hermione..."

At that, Harry's head whipped back to Ron, curious as to what he had to say.

"I er...I apologized to her. For the cheating and all. And, well...I wanted to apologize to you too..." Ron rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, looking quite sheepish. "I mean, I accused my best mate of sneaking around with my girl out of pure anger." Bright blue eyes met emerald green directly, full of apology that went beyond words. "Worse, actually...I accused my brother. There isn't any excuse for it, but I am sorry."

Harry reached out, clapping Ron on the shoulder, glad to find he could do so after expending as much energy as he had...how ever long ago it was. "It's forgiven, mate," Harry answered easily. "I never held the fact that you accused ME of it against you...but you should know better than to say something like that about her," he reminded, grinning. "If it had been anyone else, you'd have punched his lights out yourself, and you know it."

"True," Ron conceded, looking up as Hermione stirred. Her cinnamon and honey eyes opened slowly, looking around already. But the second those eyes found Harry sitting up and awake, she let out an excited squeal, now fully awake herself, and launched out of the chair and right onto Harry, hugging him.

"You're awake!" she squealed, fairly near his ear, causing him to flinch.

"I can hear you just fine, Hermione...no need to squeal at me!" he admonished, bringing one arm up to hug her back, while the other rubbed at his ear.

"Sorry," she apologized, sitting back in her chair, looking contrite. "But you've been out for nearly a week, you know."

"A week?!" Harry exclaimed, sitting up more fully as Madam Pomfrey bustled over.

"Yes, a week, Mr. Potter," the healer told him, her wand roving a foot over his form, checking him for lingering problems. "You expended a good deal of magical energy at one time. What else would you expect to happen?"

"Point taken," Harry murmured, lying back against his pillows. "I don't suppose..."

"Ahh, you are awake, Harry," a voice said from the doorway, answering Harry's unfinished question. "Good, good."

"Professor Dumbledore, sir," Harry said in greeting, trying to ignore how Madam Pomfrey was now poking her wand into his side, chest and legs, casting more charms to check him over.

"I won't bother asking how you're feeling," the headmaster said as he came up to Ron's right. "A display like yours takes a lot out of a person, to be sure."

"You said you'd explain it to us once he was awake, Professor," Hermione told Dumbledore, looking at him with interest.

"That I did," he responded, blue eyes twinkling as he conjured a comfy chair for himself.

"And so I will."

"Here? Now?" Harry asked, wary of what Dumbledore might have to say.

"Yes. I told you I wouldn't keep things from you any longer, without good reason. And there is certainly no reason to keep this from you three."

Defeated, Harry motioned for the headmaster to go ahead with his explanation, green eyes focused on the blanket of the bed.

"There's no reason to look like that, Harry," Dumbledore told him before even beginning, a slight smile on his face. "Your father did something fairly similar actually, when someone had the ahem, shall we say, stupidity?...to attack your mother, Sirius and Remus. It's a normal reaction for a powerful witch or wizard when they see those they care the most about being attacked. And it being that you had no idea what curses were used on Mr. Weasley or Miss Granger here, I repeat that I'm not surprised."

"There's just one problem with that sir..."

"What might that be, Harry?"

Harry lifted his green eyes to meet Dumbledore's. "The feeling started the second the message ended itself. I felt that surge coming on...and I knew I couldn't control it....much less stop it."

Hermione immediately looked to the headmaster and healer, both who were staring in surprise at Harry. "What does that mean?"

"It means, Miss Granger, that Harry is a good deal more powerful than even I realized."

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"Merlin!" Ron exclaimed as the trio lounged outside, taking advantage of the fact that Professor Dumbledore had excused all three of them from classes and homework for the afternoon when Harry was released. "I mean, I knew you were powerful, mate," he said, looking to Harry now. "But being stronger than even Dumbledore was at our age? Bloody hell!"

"It's not a good thing, Ron," Hermione reminded him, as she coaxed Harry into resting his head against her legs when the raven-haired boy lay down on the grass. "Harry's power growing so much that fast means he has very little time to learn how to keep it from going wild like it did in Hogsmeade. And if he can't control it, than that means a simple Lumos spell from him would be equal to us casting Lumos Maxima at our full power."

At this, Ron did what Harry often referred to as his "goldfish" impression. "But...but..." Blue eyes went wide. "Bloody freakin' hell..."

"You said that already," Harry mumbled, already growing tired again. The fact that Hermione would occasionally slide her fingers through his hair in that soothing way of hers wasn't helping either.

Ron frowned, giving the picture Harry and Hermione made in their position a critical look. He'd been hearing quite a bit of "how cute" the two were together since he and Hermione had broken things off, and while perhaps it made him a softy, moments like this had him wondering if perhaps his two best friends wouldn't be the better couple. Granted it would mean Harry having one more thing Ron had always wanted, but at the same time, after dating Hermione for a while, Ron was fast realizing how much dating her was like he imagined dating Ginny might be. Not that he actually imagined dating his own sister, but still, if he made himself think about it...

Quit rationalizing it, he told himself. Besides...at least with Harry you know she'll be taken care of and appreciated...unlike some of the jerks who want to date her, his conscience reminded him. True...

"You alright, Ron?"

"Hmm?" he asked, shaking clear his thoughts and looking at Hermione. "Oh...fine, fine. Just dozed off for a sec," he fibbed.

Raising an eyebrow, she eyed him critically, not believing a word of it. But she didn't call him on it. "If you say so."

"Yeah," Ron muttered, then glanced to where Harry was dozing, head resting against Hermione's leg. "Let's go back to the common room, eh?"

Hermione nodded, then gently nudged Harry's shoulder. "Harry?"

"Mm?" he mumbled, green eyes opening just a bit.

"We're heading upstairs now, come on."

"Mmhmm..." came the next mumble, but he did push himself up some, rubbing at his eyes with the other hand. "I think I'm skipping dinner though," he added as he woke up more, then let out a yawn.

"We'll bring you back something then," Hermione told him as she and Ron helped him up. "Provided Ron doesn't eat everything."

"Hey!"

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Transfiguration Classroom, following evening -

"As you know, Mr. Potter, Professor Dumbledore has asked me to give you these lessons, as he feels you are ready for them. And given what I've heard of your display in Hogsmeade, it's obvious you have the aspect of power down. Now," Professor McGonagall stated as she circled Harry, eyeing him critically over her square-rimmed glasses, "we must ensure you have the concentration and determination as well."

Harry gave her a serious look. "I'll do my absolute best, Professor. I can't promise any more than that."

Fighting a smile, the professor gave a brief nod. "Nor will I ask for anything more than that. I know your father and godfather managed this without my help at around your age, but that doesn't mean you will, Harry," McGonagall reminded him, accidentally using the boy's given name, but she didn't bother correcting herself. There was no real point to it after all.

"I understand," Harry assured her, giving a small smile. "I suppose you want me to read up on this then? Before we begin?"

Giving an unladylike snort, Minerva McGonagall shook her head. "I know better than to expect you to go off and do a reading assignment without Miss Granger around to remind you. No. I shall be teaching you the basics myself. We both know you learn better with practical application than theory anyway."

Harry hid a grin. "Who, me?"

"Yes, you," she retorted, not hiding her own small smile this time. "Now then, let's get down to business..."

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Next morning, Great Hall -

"So where were you last night Harry?"

"Huh?" he asked, looking up from his filled plate, finding two pairs of brown eyes watching him curiously.

"You heard her," Hermione said simply, picking up Ginny's question. "Where were you? Ron said you didn't return to the dorms until late."

"Oh...more extra lessons," he replied, forking a piece of sausage from his plate and popping it into his mouth.

"Well after what you did in Hogsmeade, I doubt anyone would be surprised. It was all over the Daily Prophet and Quibbler too, actually."

"Who with?" Ron asked, taking a brief break from shoveling pancakes into his mouth.

"McGonagall for now," Harry answered truthfully, trying to keep any lying to a minimum.

"McGonagall?" Hermione asked. "Why her?"

"Well I see Dumbledore pretty often anyway, don't I? And Remus is busy. So McGonagall offered. Not like I mind either...better her than Snape."

"I dunno, mate," Ron said warily, gesturing with his fork. "Snape might hate you, but McGonagall can be murder when she thinks you aren't learning fast enough."

"Well this is studying at my pace isn't it?" Harry reminded. "She seems to think I'll catch this stuff pretty easily, anyway. What with the way my parents were and all..."

"What are you studying anyway?"

"Oh...er...Can't say. Dumbledore's orders."

Hermione gave him a look, then sighed. "If you say so."

"I did," he teased, glad that the fatigue of his power surge was wearing off. "Remember?"

Under the table, Hermione kicked his shin gently. "Oh shush."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"That's not a reason..."

"Oh no you two don't," Ginny interrupted, smiling. "I'm not up for watching a tennis match this morning."

Harry pouted, sending the nearby Lavender and Parvati into a fit of giggles. "Aww, come on, Gin..."

Ginny put her hands up to block the image, laughing now. "No way, Potter! I am NOT falling for that!"

"I don't know how you can resist," Lavender joined in, eyeing Harry appreciatively. "He's so cute when he does that..."

Harry, despite the blush blooming on his cheeks managed to give Ginny a look of triumph. "What she said!" Then muttered, "Don't know about the cute part though..."

Hermione laughed, then glanced at Lavender. "His ego needs no boosting, thanks, Lav."

"Oh come on," Pavarti said, grinning. "Even you have to admit Harry's damn cute, Hermione."

Hermione pretended to size Harry up, despite the Hogwarts uniform, then glanced at the two girls as a grin spread over her lips as well. "You do have a point there, I will admit..."

"Hey!" Ron rejoined, looking highly insulted. "What about me?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, looking back to him. "Well, you can be cute too I suppose," she admitted, purposefully leaving out the fact that he attracted a good many looks himself from the opposite sex.

But Ron wasn't pacified, and looked to Pavarti and Lavender for help on the matter. "What do you two think?" he asked.

Pavarti and Lavender shared a look, then smirked at him. "You're cute," they too admitted. "But Harry's cuter."

Harry ducked his head, his face now nearly a brilliant shade of red. "Can we move on to another topic please?" he asked, his tone sounding suspiciously like a plea.

"Embarrassed Harry?" Ginny teased, her broad smile still in place.

Harry looked up at that, his blush dying down just a bit. "YES!" he replied emphatically, sending all four girls into a fit of giggles and laughter.

"Poor baby," Hermione teased as well, reaching over to pat Harry on his head. "Sounds to me like you need a nap already."

Grumbling as his blush faded completely, Harry reached up, doing his best to smooth his hair out some. "Baby?" he muttered, locking all four girls in a dangerous look as a wicked grin spread over his lips. "Then which of you is going to baby-sit me first?"

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Hogwarts Halls, after curfew -

"Shh!"

"Well that was my foot!"

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"Eww..."

"I agree, but I thought I'd be nice and offer..."

"And what if I asked you to?"

"Dunno," a male voice conceded, barely above a whisper. "Why? You asking now?"

"No," the feminine counterpart responded honestly. "Just thought I'd see what you'd come up with to get out of it is all."

"Well, if it was what you really wanted," the male teased, then cut off his companion by kissing her softly. "You know me...all depends on what I can get out of the deal as well..."

"True..." the female started, then stopped abruptly at the sound of tennis shoes on the stone floors of the castle. "Did you hear that?" she asked softly, brown eyes darting around the corridor.

Instead of responding verbally, the male only nodded, thankful for the pale moonlight allowing him a better view of the surroundings. There was no one he could see, but then he heard a familiar voice say "Mischief managed," followed shortly by "Nox."

"Harry!" the girl exclaimed in a panicked whisper. "Oh crap, if he finds us..."

"Too late," the familiar voice said, and Harry's figure soon came into view, cloaked completely in plain black. His green eyes took in the scene in front of him slowly, from the way the male was holding the female half behind him in a protective gesture to the way the brown-eyed girl clutched her wand at her side, obviously just as ready to protect her secret lover. Gradually, green eyes met blue-grey, and Harry raised an eyebrow. "Though I'd think you'd be more thankful that I'm not Ron..."

Draco gave his trademark smirk at this comment, raising an eyebrow. "You think I'm afraid of that Weasel?"

Harry's lips curved into their own smirk, a good deal more menacing than Draco's. "Need I remind you that the Weasel you're referring to is my friend, as well as her," he now pointed to Ginny, as she stayed half hidden by Draco, "brother?"

"Yes, and he's ever so terrifying," Ginny joined in finally, moving her way from behind Draco now that she was faintly certain Harry wasn't going to hex them both into oblivion. She'd rather not have to explain that to anyone, thanks.

Harry's green eyes met Ginny's brown for a moment, and disappointment flashed over his features. "Why him?" he asked softly, rather than rage as she had expected.

"I...I don't know. It just...happened, really."

Sighing, Harry pushed a hand through his hair, thoughts running amuck in his head. "You know Ron would kill me for not telling him about something like this, don't you?"

"You mean you aren't...?" Ginny asked hopefully, while Draco watched this interaction with curiosity.

"I don't know, Gin. I mean...this is Malfoy..."

"Harry..." Ginny began, touching his arm gently. "Please? Ron doesn't and won't get it. He's...well, to be truthful, he's just like Hermione said. He has the emotional range of a teaspoon."

Behind her, Draco snorted in amusement, only to be silenced by a glare by the two. "Right..." he muttered, more to himself than anything else.

"And you think I do?"

"I know you do," Ginny pressed. "You're with her, aren't you?" she asked, causing Draco's ears to perk, wondering who Harry was supposedly 'with.'

"Well, in a sense, I suppose," Harry admitted. "But it's not the same, Gin...you know that."

"Yes it is. You love her, right?"

At this, Harry's eyes flashed. "I've answered that question before, little sister."

Catching the warning, Ginny rolled her eyes. "Ok, so maybe you have. Just thought I'd see if the answer had changed or something. Either way, you know I can be as stubborn as you."

Sighing heavily, Harry eyed her carefully. "You're sure about this, hmm?"

"Yes."

Green eyes met grey-blue again, and Harry slowly approached Draco, stopping barely a foot away. "Right now, there's nothing more I'd like than to beat you into a bloody pulp, out of general principle. That and it'd be a great stress reliever, I'm sure," Harry said, his attempt at humor thin. "But Gin is the closest thing to a little sister I've got, and Merlin help me, I trust her judgment. So tonight, you get little more than a warning."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "The typical older brother, 'You hurt my sister, I kill you' warning I'd assume?" he asked coolly.

"No," Harry said easily, causing Draco's other eyebrow to raise as well in surprise. "You hurt her, I'll do worse than kill you..."

"And what might you consider worse than killing me?"

"Humiliation, for one," Harry answered, a sly smirk on his face. "And I'm sure I know people who can get very creative with punishment. Ginny's other brothers for example."

Draco smirked slightly, then gave a nod of understanding. "You've got a deal, Potter."

Harry glanced back at Ginny, who was staring at him in surprise. "The second I get the impression this Ferret is upsetting you though Gin, I tell Ron. And nothing you say or do will stop me, understood?"

Ginny nodded as well, then took a run at him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

"Yeah well, thank me once we get back to the common room huh? I think Filch is due for his rounds of this floor soon."

Ginny broke from Harry, giving Draco a brief kiss on the cheek and a smile. "See you..." she told him.

Nodding briefly, Draco waved, then cast the Disillusionment charm over himself and took off for the Slytherin Dungeons, while Harry and Ginny took off for Gryffindor Tower, both completely silent. Besides, while Harry may have agreed to keep her secret, Ginny knew he wouldn't accept her answer of "It just happened" for too long. And he would want to know, in general at least, her feelings for the light-haired Slytherin.

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With everyone finally in place, the castle seemed to settle. Portraits slept peacefully, and fireplaces burned low. Teachers and students alike found reprieve from the nightmares of consciousness for a time, dreaming of better things to come. Even the forest and its creatures took time to rest tonight, with not so much as the howl of a lone wolf or the flutter of owl wings heard for hours. And with this peace, the moon kept faithful watch.

Sound could resume its thrown once dawn broke, but for tonight, silence reigned supreme in Hogwarts and its grounds.

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A/N: Well, here's this chapter. I'm going to work on DF straight away, as I get Sims 2 Nightlife tomorrow, and absolutely refuse to work on my fics from Thursday afternoon until midnight Sunday unless I get HUGE inspiration. So, hope you enjoy!

Songs:

(1) - "Silence" - Delirium feat. Sarah McLachlan