Harry Potter and the Oroborus Light

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This story is beta edited by PhoenixFlames, to whom I owe a thousand thanks.

CHAPTER ONE

The Secret Choice

The train was boarding. The engine's whistle blew loudly over the quiet platform, warning that the scarlet train was leaving the station in five minutes.

It was a sunny afternoon, with a few white bulbous clouds littering the sky here and there. People on the platform, comprised mostly of youths, were slowly entering the train, pulling their trunks and various cages onto the cars. However one young man was not boarding the train, instead choosing to observe the activity on the platform while leaning against the wall of the station house.

He watched as two concerned looking girls, named Susan Bones and Lavender Brown, entered the train on the right while talking. Farther down, a round-faced boy named Neville seemed to be searching for something. These people were students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the boy leaning against the station wall was Harry Potter.

Harry was a relatively tall sixteen year old compared to the other students. He had grown over the past few years, and was looking more like a man than a boy. His jet black hair, which seemed to have no sense of direction, swayed slightly in the wind as he stood. Harry looked like a normal boy of his age, with the exception of his intensely green eyes, and his most noticeable feature: a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He sighed as the wind gave a light breeze, swaying his black school robes which over the past year, had become a few inches too short around the ankles.

He knew many of the students entering the train, known as the Hogwarts Express, were worried about school. Not worried in the sense of homework, but as to whether school would still be opening in the fall.

Hogwarts just passed through one of its darkest times in history. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had been murdered by a fellow Professor, Severus Snape. Now that Dumbledore was dead, the wizarding world was being plunged farther into fear of the darkest wizard in a century, Lord Voldemort.

Harry inclined his head skyward, watching the clouds float overhead as he breathed in the fresh outside air, trying hard to savor the moment. He knew very well this could be the last time he would see these students, or Hogwarts again. He decided that he would not return for his seventh and final year, even if the school opened. He would devote all his time to finding, what he and Dumbledore has sought to find that fateful night the late headmaster died: the Horcruxes of Lord Voldemort.

These Horcruxes contained parts of the dark wizard's soul, and needed to be destroyed in order to defeat him. Harry knew of only one person who could stop Voldemort-himself. It was told in a prophecy which Harry heard only a year ago from Dumbledore, along with many other things.

The choice to not return to Hogwarts was hard to make, but Harry had to defeat Voldemort as quickly as possible. The sooner he could destroy him, the sooner the world would be made safe, and normal again.

Only his best friends knew of his plan, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. They promised to go with him on his quest and help him. He accepted, however he knew that in the end, it was only himself who could complete his task. He promised himself to keep both of them as far away from danger as possible. At the moment, they were fulfilling their prefect duties, and helping students onto the train.

Harry came back to himself, glanced back down the platform. Susan and Lavender were now on the train, and Neville found what he was searching for, his pet toad Trevor. It had been found by the overly large groundskeeper, Hagrid.

As he handed Trevor over to a thankful Neville, Harry noticed Hagrid was crying. Hagrid never stopped crying after Dumbledore's death, at least from what Harry could tell. Hagrid cared for Dumbledore very deeply, and his death hit Hagrid very hard. Neville tried to encourage Hagrid to cheer up, and Harry smiled when Hagrid, though still spilling tears, gave a warm smile, concealed slightly by his beard.

Once Neville was on the train, Hagrid continued down the side of the platform, making sure students were on and ready to go. As he approached, he glanced up, noticed Harry, and started to walk over, taking out his tablecloth size handkerchief, and wiping his eyes.

`Yeh alrigh' Harry?' he croaked, as he came closer, wearing his black moleskin coat, which he had worn at Dumbledore's funeral. Hagrid, up close, looked very downtrodden, and had what looked like permanent tear marks on his cheeks. His beard looked mangy and untidy, worst than usual. His dustbin sized hands were still holding onto his handkerchief--which Harry could see was due to be changed for a new one.

`I'm alright Hagrid. How are you getting along?' asked Harry. He didn't really know what to say to Hagrid. He did not know about Harry not returning to the school. Telling him now would be even worst.

`I'm . . . . I'm OK. `Bin kinda hard lately wit Dumbledore's death an' all. Me an' Grawpy are gettin' along though. Why aren' yeh on the train yet Harry?' He looked down the platform, and Harry now noticed there were few students left. Harry picked up his trunk, and his cage, which housed his snowy owl Hedwig, and moved towards the nearest car, Hagrid following closely.

Harry could hear quiet sniffles coming from Hagrid, and felt a pang in his chest knowing this might be his last time talking to him. Everyone, especially Harry, still felt sorrow for the loss of Dumbledore, his funeral only being that morning. Harry felt even worst now with this parting, and as he entered the train, with Hagrid helping him with his trunk, he felt he needed to say something.

`I hope you have an alright summer Hagrid. I'll try to owl you sometime soon,' Harry said reassuringly. Hagrid smiled, and stepped back from the train. The whistle had just blown again and Harry to could hear the doors being closed. Hagrid closed the door Harry just entered through, and Harry moved to the window to say goodbye to Hagrid.

`I'll be alrigh'. You try and keep outta trouble, alrigh'?' He took a look back up and down the platform and smiled at Harry again, a small tear streaking down his face. He gave another large sniffle and wiped his nose with his handkerchief. Harry felt his eyes water slightly at Hagrid looking so downtrodden.

`I'll be fine, don't worry about me,' said Harry as the train gave a sudden jolt, and began to move. `Tell Grawp I say hi! Bye Hagrid!' he half yelled, as the train started to pick up speed. He leaned out of the window, and waved at Hagrid. Hagrid waved back, and with one turn of the tracks, Hagrid and Hogsmede Station were gone.

Harry leaned back in, cheerlessly picked up his trunk and cage, and started looking for a compartment. As he began looking down the carriage, he started to regret not getting on the train earlier. Since he was one of the last to board all the compartments were full with chattering students. He did not want to share a compartment, (as this was not the time for people questioning him or ogling him like they would an interesting museum piece.

He moved down the carriage. People looked at him from the inside of the compartments, not trying to hide their pointing fingers and loud whispers. Harry was used to this however he found it hard to focus on other things. As he entered the third car, he finally found what no doubt had to be, the last empty compartment on the train. He quickly entered it and put his trunk and Hedwig down. He locked the compartment door as he wanted to make sure no one would come in. He took out his wand, and put as many locking spells he knew on the door. He also lowered the blind on the window of the door, and sat down.

This is what he wanted at the moment; to be isolated in his compartment and his own world. He looked across to his belongings and his owl. Hedwig looked at him thoughtfully--or what Harry figured was thoughtful look for an owl--and curled up on her perch, looking of a good nap. His trunk lay next to her cage, on the chair opposite from Harry.

He looked out the window, and saw the train was passing between mountains and large thickets of forest. Sunlight came in patches between the trees, and danced on Harry's face. He closed his eyes, and inhaled the familiar scent of old wood and upholstery that was the Hogwarts Express, hoping to calm down and clear his mind of the depressing thoughts of the past few days. When he opened his eyes again, he was relieved to feel more focused, and trying to be more productive he began to think of his next move.

He knew he would have to return to Number Four Privet Drive, and stay there until his birthday. He did not want too, however he had no choice. After July 31st however, he needed to plan on were to go. He would be turning seventeen, which would be his coming of age in the wizarding world. After this day, he would loose his protection from his home and would be vulnerable to attacks from Voldemort.

Harry realized that if he wanted to plan what to do after his birthday, he would need to figure where to live. He knew Godric's Hollow was somewhere he wanted to go, however going there now would not be wise. He did want to visit there, so he could finally see his parents house, however he needed somewhere he could stay and hide. Godric's Hollow would not be suitable for either. He needed somewhere more hospitable.

Grimmauld Place came to mind. He figured since he owned it anyways, he inherited it from his godfather, it would be a good place to live. He knew it was unsafe, because Snape knew how to find it however he figured there would be a way to make it safe again.

He then thought of going to The Burrow, where Ron's family lived. The only place he felt more at home than The Burrow, was Hogwarts. He quickly discarded this idea because of his promise not to endanger people. He knew going to The Burrow would be a danger to the Weasleys and he could not do that to them. It would seem he had decided and he would be going to Grimmauld Place after July 31st. The question now was how to make the house safe.

As he started to think someone knocked on the door. Harry didn't feel like visitors and hoped that no answer would signal to the person not to disturb him. He waited, looking at the door expecting a voice, but it never came.

Harry went back to his thoughts. He knew Grimmauld Place was protected by a Fidelius Charm, but he had no idea how it was done. He figured he could ask a professor, or Hermione, and they would know. Another knock at the door came, this time accompanied by a voice Harry did not want to hear.

`Hello! Harry! It's me, Colin Creevey! I wanted to talk to you. You know, find out what you're doing during the summer. I thought maybe if I'm around where you live sometime, I could come visit you!' Colin yelled at the door. He must have thought the door was like those used for bank vaults.

Harry didn't want to hear this, or have conversation with Colin. His idolization of Harry would be the worst thing at the moment. He got up, took his wand out of his robes rather forcefully and thought `Silencio'.

Colin was suddenly put on mute, and Harry put his wand back, throwing himself back on the seat in a huff. He needed to think and plan things out. He knew he had time at Privet Drive to plan, but he didn't feel like talking to people at the moment. Especially Harry thought, people who don't know about the prophecy.

As Harry put his head against the back of the chair, he let out a long sigh, realizing how tired he was. The day before, he spent all his time with Ron and Hermione. He thought of it as his last day of true freedom, and took advantage of it. During the night however, he hadn't gotten any sleep. He had stayed awake with thoughts of the coming months and of the funeral that morning running through his head.

He felt he could take advantage of this time and solitude, and try to sleep. He leaned his head against the corner of the compartment, and closed his eyes.

Harry had only fallen into the nice and dreamy beginnings of sleep when he was disturbed by a tapping next to his head. He grudgingly opened his eyes, and opened the blinds to find a tawny owl flying outside, tapping its beak against the window as it tried desperately to keep up with the train.

Harry opened the window and the owl swooped into the compartment. It landed in the free seat next to Harry, and dropped a letter. Harry saw Hedwig give the owl a quick glance with her amber eyes before returning to her slumber. Once Harry picked up the letter, the owl fluttered out, and Harry closed the window after it. He opened the letter and began to read it. He could tell it was written quickly, and was on an irregular piece of parchment, however Harry recognized the slanted, stern writing.

Mr. Potter,

Please open the door. I understand why you have locked it,
however I have some important matters to discuss with you.

Professor McGonagall

Harry read it over twice to make sure he was reading it correctly. He knew of only two other times a staff member had been on the train; in his third year with Professor Lupin, and last year with Professor Slughorn. He wondered why Professor McGonagall was on the train, especially since after Dumbledore's death, she was Headmistress.

Harry was caught in a dilemma. Should he open the door or not? Professor McGonagall did not know about the Prophecy or that he was not planning to return to Hogwarts.

Harry however noticed that she was probably the first person to knock, and could have easily opened the door herself, and that she sent the owl in hopes he would let her in. Also, he figured she would be a good person to ask about the charm on Grimmauld Place, since she was in The Order. He put the letter down, got up, took the charms off, slid the latch, and opened the door.

Professor McGonagall was standing outside the door, arms crossed, looking down the hallway. She was wearing dark emerald green traveling robes, with her usual witch's hat. She looked rather tired and drained, but Harry figured this was due to the incidences of the past few days and weeks. She quickly glanced at Harry and entered his compartment.

Once inside, she quickly closed the door, and performed numerous spells on the door, including the Silencing Spell Harry already used before. She cleared some space next to Hedwig's cage, sat down and stroked Hedwig for a moment. Harry sat down cautiously, wondering if he should say something. He watched her stroke Hedwig, and once she finished, she took off her hat.

`Thank you for allowing me in Potter, however I must remind you that students are not supposed to do magic on the train' she said firmly. She had her usual stern look on her face and Harry started to worry he was in trouble for something. However she relaxed after a few moments, placed her hat down next to her, and looked up at him.

`I am here to find out what you plan to do after your birthday. As Albus,' she stopped for a moment before continuing in a quieter and calmer voice. `As Albus no doubt told you, you are protected at Privet Drive until you come of age. Afterwards, the wards no longer function and it would be best to leave your home.' She waited to for a reaction from Harry, however he already knew this and was relieved he was not in trouble for using magic on the train.

She surveyed him and continued. `Have you given thought as to were you will go after July 31st until you come back to Hogwarts on September 1st?' She had now put her hands on her lap and was looking at Harry intently.

Harry did not want to tell her that he was not returning to Hogwarts. He felt he should instead focus on the summer and not the fall. `I thought about Grimmauld Place,' he said, looking up at Professor McGonagall hoping for reassurances that his plan made sense. Harry was relived to see her smile slightly and continued. `I just don't know if it's safe anymore because of Snape-' he spat out his former professor's name.

`We thought the same. The house is currently unsafe, however we can recast the Fidelius Charm again which should make it as unplottable and invisible as before. The charm needs to be performed as soon as possible. Professor Flitwick has agreed to meet you today to perform the charm. Luckily, he joined the Order before Dumbledore passed away and was the last to learn its address. Now Harry,' Harry noticed the use of his first name, `you have to make a very important decision. You need to choose a secret keeper.'

Of all the things Harry had thought of that day, choosing a secret keeper was not one of them. Professor McGonagall must have seen the confusion in Harry's face, and continued on.

`The secret keeper must be someone you trust, and would be willing to sacrifice themselves instead of revealing the secret.' She was looking at Harry now more sympathetically, seeing how making a choice of such importance was weighing on him at the moment.

Harry did not know who could be his secret keeper. He knew Sirius picked Dumbledore who was, in Harry's mind, the perfect person to be a secret keeper. He did not know really what a secret keeper exactly was, or who they should be. He did not know what traits to look for in a person to pick, so he asked.

`The person must be smart and clever' replied Professor McGonagall calmly. `Picking someone foolish could have great consequences. They must know how the charm is performed and its powers. Someone who can learn about the charm, how to make it more powerful and find out its properties. Lastly, the person must be someone who knows you and why you have this secret. They must understand how much this secret means to you and you must trust them. Having the person you trust the most as your secret keeper will make the charm stronger.' She looked down at Hedwig and started to stroke her again, clearly giving Harry time to think.

Harry was now staring at the floor. He heard everything Professor McGonagall said, however he was still very confused. He mentally went through people he knew and which made the best candidates for his secret keeper.

Professor McGonagall was very smart and Harry trusted her, however she did not know Harry that well, at least outside Hogwarts. He thought of Hagrid, but he was not good with secrets. Harry found that out in his first year at Hogwarts when Hagrid's secret was about the three headed dog he had named Fluffy.

Ron knew Harry better than anyone else. Harry trusted him very much, but learning the Fidelius Charm would not be easy for Ron. Since he was not the most gifted wizard in their year then he'd have problems with it. Everyone knew Hermione was the best of their year. Then Harry thought . . . how about Hermione.

She knew Harry just about as well as Ron did. She was very smart, and clever. She was also sometimes overly rational. Harry remembered the many times when he went against her views and her rationale ended up being correct. He knew she would understand why he was keeping this secret and Harry definitely trusted her. She would also be able to learn the charm. Harry could see her saying, `oh I can't wait. I've read about it but it will be so interesting actually performing it!' This caused Harry to smile, which was registered with interest by Professor McGonagall.

`Have you thought of a secret keeper Potter?' she asked curiously. When Harry looked up, he found she had again stopped stroking Hedwig, who was also looking at Harry and was now sitting back with her hands on her lap.

Harry nodded, however he suddenly remembered what he had promised to himself about endangering Hermione and Ron. If he asked Hermione to become his secret keeper then she would be at greater danger. Harry could think of no one else to be his secret keeper but he wanted Hermione to be protected. `Is there any way of protecting the secret keeper so they aren't in any danger?' he asked.

Professor McGonagall shifted in her seat and looked again at Harry. `There are ways such as going into hiding, or changing their appearance. But you must know Potter, the secret keeper's identity would only be known to you, and those whom you choose to tell. They would be at no more risk than anyone else. The only thing you can protect them with is trusting that they will not tell the wrong person,' she said.

Harry knew Hermione was smart enough not to tell the wrong sort of people about Grimmauld Place. He would just tell her that if she was unsure of whether a person was trustworthy to simply not tell them.

`So, have you chosen a secret keeper then Potter?' McGonagall asked again. Harry nodded confidently and she pulled an envelope out of her inside pocket of her cloak.

`Inside this letter you will find your directions so you will know when and how to get to Grimmauld Place to meet Professor Flitwick. It will only be you, him, and your secret keeper. You must tell no one where you are going, who your secret keeper is or what you are doing. You must ask your secret keeper before you get to Grimmauld Place. If they say yes, then you must tell them were to be and at what time. If they say no, then you must find someone else before the train arrives in London, which should be in about three hours. Do you understand?'

Harry nodded and she gave him the envelope. `Once the charm is complete, Professor Flitwick will know nothing about it. It's a result of the spell, and only you and your secret keeper will know were the house is.' She picked up her hat again, placed it firmly atop her head and stood up.

`The advance guard will come and get you at Number Four Privet Drive at 11:45pm on July 30th to take you to Grimmauld Place. Of course, your secret keeper will have to be there to tell the Order members where it is later but we will work that out once the charm has been recast. If there are any problems or worries owl me right away. If you are in imminent danger you are allowed to use magic.' She unlocked the spells and latch, gave a last smile to Harry and was halfway through the door when Harry asked a question.

`Professor, did you knock on the door earlier?' he asked humbly. He wanted to know, just apologize for not answering, however she turned around and smiled.

`No, that was not me, Potter. I asked Miss Granger to find you. When she knocked on this compartment and received no answer she assumed it was you inside. She told me and I went ahead and sent the owl.' She smiled again, turned and closed the door.

Harry went ahead and replaced the spells he had originally cast, including the Silencing Spell. He felt bad that he had not answered the first knock now since he was now going to ask Hermione to be his secret keeper. He knew that he would have to ask Hermione before the train arrived at Kings Cross but that was 3 hours away. He was still very tired and decided he would take a quick nap before searching the train for her.

He leaned back, put his head against the back of the chair and the side of the compartment, and drifted into much wanted sleep.

Like so many dreams these past days, he found himself on the tallest tower at Hogwarts, just like the night Dumbledore died. It was night, and as he looked around he noticed he was alone this time. He looked over the sides and found no movement, not even a wind. The 3/4 moon was high in the sky and lit up the grounds allowing Harry to see the Forbidden Forest, the Whomping Willow, and the Lake. He wondered where everyone was when he heard a noise from the stairwell behind him. He went to the door and looked down, but saw no one. The stairwell was lit with a dim, eerie blue light. When he turned, he found he had left the tallest tower and was now in a dark room.

He was in the kitchen of The Burrow. He usually found this room to be a pleasant sight, however this time it was distressing.

No lights were on and it looked deserted. It was night here too and the moonlight was pouring through the open windows lighting a disturbing scene. The table was set and it seemed the family had been in the middle of a meal. Food sat half eaten on their plates, which, when Harry touched, was still warm. The chairs were strung haphazardly around the table. Two chairs were lying sideways on the floor and one broken in pieces.

Harry yelled for the Weasleys, but no one answered. He feared the worst and ran up the crooked stairwell. He looked in the rooms, yelling the names of the Weasleys as he went. When he had reached Ron's room, which was on the top floor, he realized that no one was in the house. He went to the window in the room, and looked out at the garden.

In the moonlight the garden was clearly visible. Harry saw the various plants and noticed a strange object that he had never seen before among the plants. In the middle of the garden there was a wooden log pointed towards the house. This was an odd object in the Weasleys garden and Harry felt it meant something.

Harry turned away from the window and started back down the stairs. He sensed he needed to find out why this log was there and figured it would be able to tell him something about where the Weasleys were. He left through the back door, and when he arrived 10 feet from the log he suddenly stopped and gasped. The object in the garden was not a wooden log but a huge, black snake.

It was Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake. She hissed at Harry and looked at him with an eerie green glow emanating from her eyes, which both frightened and puzzled Harry. He had seen the snake in his dreams before, but the eyes were always piercing black, and never green.

The sight of the snake twisted Harry's stomach more than when he had been inside the house. The last time he had seen this snake she was trying to kill Mr. Weasley. The fact that she was lying in the garden of The Burrow now was causing Harry to panic with the idea that Ron's whole family could be dead.

He looked back at the snake and noticed she had not advanced but merely stared at him, its tongue slithering in and out of its mouth. Harry tried to talk in Parseltongue to the snake, but she continued its green gaze. Harry felt a need to go back to the house and try looking for the Weasleys again. When he turned to go back into the house he looked up and fell backwards in shock.

Harry realized why the snake's eyes appeared to be green. They were not coloured green, but were reflecting green.

The Dark Mark was floating over The Burrow.

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CHAPTER TWO

The Fidelius Charm

Harry woke suddenly. He was sweating, the side of his face aching. He remembered his dream, and it took him a few moments to remember where he was.

Taking in his surroundings, he noticed he was still on the Hogwarts Express. Looking out the window, and he saw fields and pastures passing along the train. He must have been sleeping for over two hours, his face aching because he had fallen asleep against the wall of the compartment. They were still outside London, but it was not far away.

He looked at Hedwig, and saw she was awake, looking at the window eagerly. Harry opened her cage, and she jumped on his arm. He opened he window, she gave an affectionate nip on his hand and flew out happily. Harry closed the window, stopping the momentary breeze that filled the compartment, and sat back down.

The dream sent shivers up his spine. Was he seeing the future? He knew it wasn't the present, because it was still day, and was surely day at The Burrow. Harry was overcome with worry for Ron and his family. He forgot about his isolation, and the Fidelius Charm. He had to tell Ron what he saw. He stood up, stumbling slightly. He was still half asleep, and it took him a few seconds before he had his bearings. He took the charms off, slid the latch, and opened the door.

The hallway was empty. Harry figured most people were settled down in the compartments, talking to their friends about their plans for summer. He figured Ron would be patrolling the train, since he was a prefect, or would have settled into a compartment with Hermione and some other people. He decided to move towards the back of the train to start his search. As he walked, students did the usual pointing as he passed. When he reached the end of the 4th car, he ran into someone backing out of a compartment.

Harry fell backwards, seeing a bushel of brown hair fall in the other direction. When he landed on the floor, he found it was Hermione who ran into him. She was coming out of a compartment, and had not seen him there.

`Oh, I'm sorry Harry. Students in that compartment' she pointed to the one she had just exited, `were playing Blaster Caps. I had to stop them before someone won, because it would have blown up half the train. Took me over ten minutes, because they kept trying to tell me they weren't doing anything, when it's clearly obvious they were. Anyways, what are you up to?' Harry had gotten up, and helped her onto her feet. The students in the compartment where giggling away. Harry had no idea what Blaster Caps was, but could tell they were playing it. They had numerous blast marks on their robes and faces, but were still smiling. He looked at Hermione again, and noticed her scowl at the students.

Hermione, much like Harry, had grown older in the past year. She was looking more like a woman now. She was shorter than Harry, but at the moment, looked very tall and livid. Her bushy brown hair was almost electrified by her anger for the students in the compartment, who were still giggling at them. She grabbed the latch, and closed the door of the compartment rather forcefully. She then looked back at Harry, and gave a smile telling him it was alright to speak.

`I was trying to find Ron, do you know where he is?' Harry asked. He felt he had to tell Ron about his dream before he forgot about it.

`He's probably in the prefect car. He takes the front of the train, so he can get back there quickly. He doesn't like patrolling too much. The Heads told us we had to stay in the prefect car the whole ride to keep up rotations. That's why we didn't go looking for you' informed Hermione, as she started up the train again, Harry following.

As they walked, a large splattering sound came from the compartment with the students playing Blaster Caps. Hermione smiled, and explained. `I put a charm on the caps. Once someone plays one, instead of exploding, it would cover them all with Feterworm Slime. It's not dangerous, but smells terrible. That will teach them for trying to play it more.' She smiled wider, and continued up the train, proud at her victory.

As they moved into the next car, Harry remembered what Professor McGonagall said about asking the secret keeper. He knew he had to tell Ron about his dream, but asking Hermione needed to be done before the train got to Kings Cross. As they came closer to Harry's compartment, he decided it would be best to ask her inside.

`Hermione? Can I talk to you for a moment?' he asked quietly, as he opened the door to the compartment, and waited for her response. She took one last look up the aisle, nodded, and entered the compartment. Harry followed through, closed the door, and performed the locking charms like before, and the Silencing Spell. He sat down in the same seat, and noticed Hermione sat down in the same place as Professor McGonagall.

`What's going on Harry?' she asked shakily. She looked a little worried, but it could be expected. Most of the events of the past weeks put people at ill-ease. Harry noticed most people had worried expressions on their faces these days.

`I talked to Professor McGonagall, and we agreed I would go to Grimmauld Place after my birthday.' She nodded, and he continued.

`She told me that the Fidelius Charm needs to be recast on the house, and it's being done after I get off the train today. Professor Flitwick is going to do it, along with me and my secret keeper.' Harry took a deep breath, and plunged forward. `And . . . and I want you to be my secret keeper for Grimmauld Place' he finished, looking for her reaction.

Hermione seemed shocked at the question, and shifted in her seat. Harry imagined this is how he looked to Professor McGonagall earlier. Hermione recovered herself quickly, and looked at Harry.

`Are you sure Harry? I mean, it would be fascinating to learn how the charm works. I've read about them, but are you sure you want me to be your secret keeper? Wouldn't you want someone older, or more experienced?' she said. She looked more concerned now than before he talked, but was keeping her eyes on Harry.

`I talked it over with McGonagall. She said I need someone smart and clever, who can learn how the charm is done, and is someone who knows me and I trust. You're the top in our year, and I know you're very clever,` she blushed and looked at the floor for a second, but then looked back.

`I knew you would enjoy learning a new charm, and would be good at doing it, since you're really good at charms work. Finally, you know me better than almost anyone else, and I trust you' affirmed Harry. He looked at her for a reaction, and was surprised to see she was on the verge of crying. Harry wondered if he had said something wrong, and moved to the edge of his seat to apologize. He was shown otherwise when Hermione, in one rather quick motion, moved across the compartment, and gave Harry an immense hug.

Harry sat wondering if that was a yes, but decided to return the hug in the mean time, hoping she would say something. She retreated back to her seat, and wiped her eyes.

`Oh Harry, of course I'll be your secret keeper! I'm so glad you trust me with such a thing. I just wanted to make sure you were sure. I promise I won't let you down!' she expressed joyfully, giving a small sniff. She leaned over again, this time Harry knowing what to do, and they shared another hug. They separated, and she smiled back to Harry.

`So when and where is Professor Flitwick meeting us?' she asked, while she wiped her eyes again.

Harry just realized he forgot open the envelope that Professor McGonagall handed to him. He took it out of his pocket, opened it, and took out a piece of parchment.

The handwriting was small, and scrolled, however Harry could read it clearly.

From Kings Cross, go west on Euston Road to Argyle Street.
Go south on Argyle Street to Number 35.
The Princess Hotel, Room 21
Meet me at 3:17pm with your secret keeper. We will Apperate to Grimmauld from there.

Don't forget to have a question to make sure I'm me.

Professor Flitwick

He handed the letter to Hermione, who read it over. She looked up at Harry, and handed back the letter.

`What will I tell my parents? And how are you going to get away from your Aunt and Uncle? I can't imagine they'll like that they have to wait for you.' She looked concerned, more so for Harry than herself. Harry felt the same way. Being able to get away from his aunt and uncle would be a difficult feat. Harry could tell she was thinking hard, noticing that she was biting her lower lip, something he had never really noticed before.

`We could tell them we need to get something for a summer project. I can tell my parents that I need to go with you, because . . . because we're doing the project together. I'm sure they will understand, but . . . I don't think that will work for your Aunt and Uncle' she said fretfully.

Harry had to tell his Uncle to take his things home, but not him. He knew if he told them it was for school, they would not let him go. He had to think of something that his Uncle would force him to let Harry go. To allow him no choice but to let him go, or make the alternative worse … then in dawned on him.

`I can tell them Hagrid's coming to see me at Privet Drive, unless I see him now by myself. They're terrified of him' he said with a smile. He was sure this would result in Uncle Vernon saying he could go, since Hagrid would draw too much attention from the neighbors, due to his immense size. Plus, last time the Dursley's saw Hagrid, he had put a tail on Dudley. The impact from that still scared the Dursley's, and Harry knew they would not be looking for a repeat of it.

`That sounds like it will make sense' she agreed, with a returning smile. `What question will we ask Professor Flitwick? We need a question only he will know the answer too.' She stared out the window now, and Harry glanced at the floor.

Harry didn't know Professor Flitwick that well, only as a Professor. He was trying to think of something, when Hermione suddenly opened her eyes wide, and looked at Harry beamily.

`I know a question! We talked about something yesterday that only he would know about. I can ask him about that. It should be enough' she said, looking gratified that she thought of a question to ask. Harry nodded, still not knowing a question to ask, and Hermione gave a quick glance to her watch.

`OK. Well, I'll go back on my rounds. I'll meet you on the platform after we get in,' she said, as she stood up, and was looking to go.

`No, we can't' stated Harry. He remembered Professor McGonagall telling him to keep things secret, and meeting up with Hermione on the platform and leaving King's Cross with her would be too obvious. Hermione turned around, and looked at Harry curiously.

`You can't tell anyone where you're going, or who with, OK? Not even Ron. I'll meet you outside the station. We have to say goodbye to each other and everything so no one suspects anything, alright?' said Harry. He hoped she would understand the secrecy needed, and was confirmed by a nod from her. She made her way towards the exit, but stopped before the door, and turned back to Harry.

`By the way, why were you looking for Ron?' she inquired.

`It's nothing. If you see him, can you tell him I just wanted to talk to him quickly?' She nodded, then unlocked the charms, opened the door, and left. Harry looked at his watch, and noticed it was 2:33pm. The train was less than 30 min away from London.

He looked down, and realized he had not changed yet. He knew he should, since Platform 9 3/4 was approaching soon, however he felt security knowing he was still wearing his Hogwarts robes. He now understood that changing into muggle clothes this time would be different. Times before, he discarded his robes much like rapping paper on Christmas morning. This time however, he felt he was taking off a part of his being.

He was so used to wearing his black school robes, that the thought of never wearing them again made him feel an emptiness in his chest. Much to his dismay, he went ahead, and solemnly changed into muggle clothes, carefully folding up his robes into his trunk, and placing them so they would not get wrinkled. Once this was done, he took the small bit of time left to think out how he would tell Uncle Vernon about going to supposedly see Hagrid, and before he knew it, the train was pulling into Platform 9 3/4.

He was upset that he had not seen Ron before the train reached London, but Hermione had said the prefects had to stay on rotations. He still wanted to tell Ron about the dream as quickly as possible, but he was now on a time constraint. He looked again at his watch, and it showed 2:58pm. He had less than twenty minutes to get to the Princess Hotel. He quickly picked up his trunk the empty cage, moved along the busy and congested aisle, and off the train.

Once he got on the platform, he saw Hedwig glide towards him. She perched herself on his shoulder, and gave a pleasant hoot. He put his trunk down, opened her cage, and she moved onto the perch inside. Harry then picked up his trunk, put it and Hedwig's cage on a trolley, and moved towards the barrier back to the muggle world.

He ended up going through with Dean Thomas, a fellow Gryffindor in the same year. Harry took one last look at Platform 9 3/4, and the Hogwarts Express, and stepped through the barrier.

Once on the other side, Harry saw Mrs. Weasley giving her daughter Ginny a hug. Mr. Weasley was also there, and so was Ron's brother Charlie. Mr. Weasley was wearing a straw hat, a plaid working shirt with a tie, and ragged overalls that made him looked like a farmer. Charlie was a little more believable, wearing a simple blue t-shirt and brown cargo pants. He gave Harry a handshake, as did Mr. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a hug much like the one for Ginny, and a few moments later, final let go. Ginny continued looking at Harry, a slightly dejected expression on her face.

`Are you alright dear? Keep in touch with us every week, alright. I talked to Professor McGonagall at . . . the funeral. Did she talk to you on the train?' she asked hurriedly. She looked rather worried, and seemed to be thinner than usual in Harry's eyes.

`Yeah, we talked about it. It's all settled' replied Harry. He put a final sounding note to the sentence, since he noticed the clock the station wall was now reading 3:05pm. He had less that fifteen minutes to meet Professor Flitwick. He looked over at the gateway to the Platform, and saw Ron and Hermione approaching. Harry said goodbye to the Weasley's, giving a short wave to Ginny, and turned quickly towards his best friends.

Ron had also grown over the past year. He was taller than Harry, and had the Weasley trade mark fire-red hair. He was lanky, skinny, and had many freckles, in true Weasley style. He looked tired at the moment, and seemed to be dragging his trunk and cage, which housed a very excited and fast moving blur, which was his owl Pigwigeon. Harry approached them quickly, and stopped their approach to Ron's family.

`I don't have a lot of time. I have to get going quickly. I'll owl you both later today when I get home to let you know what's going on, alright?' He tried not to sound rushed, but Ron knew better. He gave Harry a quizzical look, but nodded none the less. He then looked around, as if trying to find someone.

`Where's your guard? You'd think after what happened, half the Order would be here' said Ron, looking back at Harry in wonderment. Harry knew no Order members were there, and if they were, they would be disguised. He imagined that Professor McGonagall told them to leave Harry alone, so he could do the Fidelius Charm as quietly as possible.

Harry gave Ron a good quick handshake, and Hermione gave Harry a hug. Ron looked away quickly while they hugged, and headed towards his family. Harry backed away from the hug, and whispered in Hermione's ear. `We have to be quick. We have less than fifteen minutes to get to the Princess Hotel.'

Hermione looked up at Harry, nodded, and started off towards her parents. She turned around, and waved at Harry. `I'll be waiting for your owl, OK Harry?' Harry nodded, and started off towards the end of the station, passing by the Weasley's.

`I'll talk to you later Harry!' Ron shouted, as Harry walked towards his Uncle, who was standing next to the door at the far end of the station. Harry turned, smiled, and continued on. Ron seemed to be asking his parents why Harry was so quick to leave, but Harry was glad to hear Mrs. Weasley telling him it was Harry's business.

As Harry approached his Uncle, who seemed his usual grumpy self, Harry noticed he looked to be in a hurry, tapping his hand on the wall next to him. Harry stopped in front of him, and quickly went over what he had to say about Hagrid. Uncle Vernon, however, thought Harry was wasting time.

`What do you think you are doing! Get this rubbish into the car. Quickly!' he said, somewhat pushing Harry out of the station, and towards the car. He saw his horse-faced aunt, Petunia, sitting in the front seat. Dudley, his ever expanding cousin however, was not in the back. Harry thought for a moment that maybe the car was too small for him, but decided not to push his luck by asking. He put his trunk and Hedwig in the back, and closed the door, not entering the car himself. His Uncle looked up at him, as he was just entering the car, and looked annoyed.

`What are you doing boy! Get in this car, now!' he ranted, looking more enraged by the second. Harry was getting frustrated, considering he had not even said a word, but felt it was time to tell his story about Hagrid, and get away to meet Professor Flitwick. He moved over to his Uncle's side of the car, and crouched down next to the driver side window. His uncle's face seemed to be going a bright shade of magenta, and was not looking pleased.

`I need to go and see someone. You remember Hagrid, the man who got me for my first year. He wanted me to come and see him, just down on Argyle Street. He said I could either go there now and meet him, or he would come later to Privet Drive.' Harry waited a second to let this sink in with his uncle, and continued. `I figured it would be best if I went and saw him now by myself, so he doesn't get mad again like last time. You don't have to bring me over there, I can walk. I just need you to take my things back home. I can get home myself. I'll be back by tonight.'

Uncle Vernon seemed to be absorbing all the information, and gave a weird look to the dashboard of his car. His Aunt was looked outraged that Harry had asked such a thing, however Harry knew his Uncle would not like the idea of Hagrid coming to Privet Drive, after the incident 6 years ago.

Vernon closed his eyes, and screwed up his face, obviously trying to think of a way out of the situation. Harry tried hard not to smile, knowing that his Uncle would not be able to find his way out of it. At last, Uncle Vernon looked up from the dash, opened his eyes, and looked forward. He had a look of defeat on his face, which caused Harry to work even harder to suppress his grin.

`You can go and see that beast of a man, Hagrid is it? Know that if he comes even near Privet Drive,' he was now looking at Harry, wagging a big sausage like finger at him, `I will have him locked up in a prison, and you along with him for a long time. Got it!'

He looked livid, knowing Harry was getting what he wanted, but that was Harry's plan in the first place. He gave his uncle a nod, and hurried away from the car before they could take back anything. Harry wore a big grin on his face knowing he had only been with his Uncle for five minutes, and already won a battle.

Harry went back to the doors of the station, and looked around for Hermione. He glanced down the side, and saw her sitting on a bench close to the end of the station wearing simple dark blue pants and a red shirt. She was holding a small handbag, and was sitting looking at the traffic on the nearby street. Harry approached, looking back to see his Aunt and Uncle leaving from the station. His Aunt seemed to be going red in frustration, and Harry could tell she was complaining very loudly to Vernon about how Harry had gotten off. Harry kept smiling.

`Ready to get going?' he asked Hermione. She turned around, only now noticing Harry was there. She stood up quickly, nodded.

`What are you so happy about?' she asked. Harry told her about his uncle, and they shared a good laugh.

`What are the directions again?' She looked around the street, making sure no one they knew could see them. Harry pulled out the letter, and read it again.

They started walking towards the nearest corner store to ask for directions. They found they had to go West on Euston Road, which ran in front of King's Cross, then south on Argyle Street to get to the Princess Hotel. Harry continually checked his watch as they walked, rather quickly. Hermione kept quiet during the time, seeing that Harry was too concerned with being late for Professor Flitwick. As Harry's watch passed 3:14pm, they found the entrance to the Hotel.

It was a white building, with an iron rod fence, nestled in a row of house-like dwellings. They entered through the gate in the fence, and made their way towards the door quickly. A white sign above the doorway read “The Princess Hotel,” with a silver tiara underneath the title. They reached the large white door, and entered.

They found an old man at the front counter. He had very little grey hair, and large spectacles, pushed too close to his eyes. The inside of the building was coloured tan yellow, and seemed to be old, but nice none the less. The front counter the old man was sitting behind was black, with an old black marble countertop. They asked the man were room 21 was, but he seemed to have a hearing problem. Harry had to almost yell at the man to get a response.

`No need to yell, I can hear yeh' the man said gruffly. He took the sheet he was writing on, and shuffled it into a paper tray. He took off his glasses, showing small, beady brown eyes, and looked up at Harry and Hermione. He took a few seconds to size up them up, and Harry noticed his eyes wondered on his scar.

`Room 21 . . . yes, down the hall, last door on the right' he said, pointing down the hallway next to the office. They said thank you, and headed down the red carpeted hall quickly. Harry looked at his watch again, Hermione leaning over to see as well. It showed it was 3:16pm. When they reached the room, marked by a brass 21, Harry gave the door a knock.

`Who is there' came a small voice from inside. Harry looked at Hermione, and answered back.

`It's me, Harry.' He didn't want to give his last name, incase the person on the other side was working for Voldemort. Only after thinking this did he realize that it would not matter if he said his last name, since they all knew how he looked anyways. The small voice inside began to talk again.

`I have a question for you. What was my obstacle for the Philosopher's Stone?' the small voice asked. Harry had to stop Hermione from answering, because he knew he would have to answer it. He thought about it hard. He remembered the night he, Ron, and Hermione went after the Stone. Fluffy was Hagrid's obstacle, the Mirror was Dumbledore's, the potions were Snape's, the chess set was McGonagall's, the Devil's Snare was Sprout's, so the flying keys had to be Flitwick's.

`Your obstacle involved flying keys in a large room. The door into the next chamber was locked, and the only way of opening it was the catch the old silver coloured key that fit the lock. You provided brooms for people to fly and catch it' said Harry.

He wanted to make sure he was accurate enough for Flitwick. He hoped it was enough, and was starting to worry when the small voice was not heard for a few seconds. Then, after what Harry felt was an eternity, the voice came back.

`That is correct Mr. Potter. The key that fit the lock was silver coloured, and brooms were put in the room to help catch it. Do you have a question for me?' The voice still sounded small, however it had a more positive light to it. Harry turned to Hermione, and she came close to his ear, and whispered her question.

`Ask what spell he told me about the night of Dumbledore's funeral.' She leaned away, gave Harry a smile, and looked back at the door. Harry cleared his throat, and asked the question, making sure to switch the “me” in the question to Hermione. The voice was again silent for a moment, then responded.

`Yes . . . yes, I remember. She was asking about a charm that could slow down a person or object, in order to either escape or react easier. The charm is called the Momentum Charm. Its incantation is Arresto Momentum. She tried it out on some pincushions that I threw up in the air in my office, and seemed to grasp it quite quickly. She is very gifted in charms.' The voice finished, and Harry looked at Hermione for whether that was the right answer. She smiled, and nodded, showing Professor Flitwick had answered the question properly, and both waited to see what happened next.

Harry heard the door unlock, and open slowly. Professor Flitwick move around the doorway, and beckoned them in.

`Oh, so you have chosen Miss Granger! Very good! I'm sure she will be a great secret keeper' he squeaked. He was looking from Harry, to Hermione. Hermione blushed not unlike how she did on the train, and looked around the room. Harry noticed there were 2 bags on the ground next to the bed in the room. They were both open, with clothes hanging out of them. The clothes were obviously too big for Professor Flitwick, and he explained.

`This is not my room. Someone of my size and attire would attract too many questions. I simply Apparated here, and waited for you. Glad to see you were exactly on time. Now' he said, moving over between Harry and Hermione, who now were looking at Professor Flitwick as he moved.

`We should leave here as soon as possible, to perform the charm. It takes several minutes to perform, but once it is done, you must both go to your homes with haste. No need to waste time these days.' He reached up, and grabbed Harry and Hermione's wrists with surprising strength.

`We will be Apparating to Grimmauld Place. Members of the Order are ready to come if we need them. Just send up red sparks, and at least ten of them will be there in an instant. I will be guiding you both to Grimmauld' he finished. He looked from Harry to Hermione, but Hermione looked confused.

`But Professor, I can Apparate myself.' Professor Flitwick quickly put up his hand to reply to her.

`Yes yes, I know Miss Granger, however this is a very serious matter we are embarking upon. It is imperative that we stay together. I know you can Apparate yourself, however I am taking no chances, as I am sure Mr. Potter wants as well' he said, looking at Harry for reassurance. Before Harry could say anything however, Hermione looked down at Professor Flitwick, and responded.

`I'm sorry Professor. You're right, it's best not to take chances. We'll stick together.' She lowered he arm, and Professor Flitwick grabbed hold of her wrist. He looked up at the both of them again.

`OK, focus now. Grimmauld Place, the front lawn, in front of the doorway.' He held on tightly to Harry's wrist. Harry was surprised how tough a grip Flitwick had, but continued to focus on the front lawn of Grimmauld Place. `On the count of 3' Flitwick said.

`One . . . two . . . three!'

Harry felt the expected funneling of Apparating. The blackness was wiping by him very quickly. A queasy feeling in his stomach began as he continued to be squeezed on all sides. He could feel Professor Flitwick next to him, moving quite calmly compared to how he was.

Just as his queasy stomach felt it was about to upturn, his feet hit solid ground, and he fell over onto the parched grass. He looked up, and found Hermione had also fallen over, and Professor Flitwick was looking around them. Harry looked, and saw that they had reached Grimmauld Place.

`Sorry about that you two. I'm not too bad side Apparating with one person, but two I'm still working on. Not to worry, we've reached our destination' said Professor Flitwick, motioning towards the spot where Grimmaul would be.

Harry got up, helping Hermione in the process, and they looked at the area around them. The street looked very deserted, with the same old and ill-kept buildings. The weather in this part of London was different, and more overcast than at King's Cross. As he turned to where Grimmauld Place was, he saw it was not there. This was normal for the building, since it was unplottable. He, Hermione, and Professor Flitwick moved farther into the lawn, and the door magically appeared.

`It will still appear for us, since we already knew the secret. In order to recast the Fidelius Charm, the house must be temporarily made plotable. There is no need to worry' as he saw a look of foreboding on Harry's face, `the house will remain safe for the brief time it is plotable. I need you, Mr. Potter, to stand on the right side of me.'

Harry moved to Professor's Flitwick's right side. Flitwick smiled, and turned to Hermione. `Now, Miss Granger, you go on my left side,' and she moved. Professor Flitwick swished his wand, and Twelve Grimmauld Place appeared in front of them.

`Now, Mr. Potter, you need a number for the house. You cannot use Number Twelve again, however might I suggest a fractional number, much like Platform 9 3/4. Do not make the fraction too large though, otherwise the house might be too far to the right.' Harry felt Flitwick sounded like one of those businessmen that came to the door at Privet Drive. Harry's uncle always called those types of people “timewasters and beggars”.

`How about Twelve and One Third, easy enough to remember, right?' He looked at Hermione for reassurance, and both she and the Professor nodded. He looked at the house, and moved forward.

`All right, we have to rename the house before the Fidelius Charm can be done. You must be the one to do it though Mr. Potter. You must first un-name the house, using the incantation `Inrenomenos,' followed by the old name of the house. Then, to rename it, use `Nomenos,' followed by the new name. Understood?' asked Flitwick. Harry nodded, repeating the incantation over and over again in his head, and moved towards the house, raising his wand.

`Inrenomenos, Twelve Grimmauld Place' he said nervously. His wand spewed an orange mist, which circled the house, and returned to his wand. He looked at Professor Flitwick to see if that should happen, and was pleased to see him nodding, and giving Harry notice to continue.

`Nomenos, Twelve and One Third Grimmauld Place!' he said, this time with more vigor. Another orange mist came out of Harry's wand, circled the house, and returned to his wand. He stepped back from the house, and turned to Hermione and Professor Flitwick, who were pleased with his completion of the charm.

`Well done Mr. Potter. Now we are ready to perform the Fidelius Charm, but first, I must tell you what to say. I will ask what is being put into trust, and you must answer Number Twelve and One Third Grimmauld Place. I will ask who puts this in trust, and you will answer `I, Harry Potter, owner of Twelve and One Third Grimmauld Place'. I will ask you who you put this trust with, and you will reply with Miss Granger's name. Understand?' to which Harry nodded.

`Excellent, now Miss Granger, I will then ask if you will accept this secret in trust, and you will agree. You must both then hold hands above our wands, and Mr. Potter will say: I trust you with this secret, you and no other. Miss Granger, you will reply: I shall keep this secret in your trust. And it will be completed.' He looked at each of them, and they nodded, although Harry felt a little hesitant, trying to remember all the lines he had to say. The look on Hermione's face made him think she felt the same. Flitwick seemed not to notice.

`Alright Mr. Potter, Miss Granger. I will begin the charm. Focus on the house, and the importance of its secrecy. Just answer the questions as I say them. Now, you both must take out your wands, and point them towards mine.' He took out his wand, and pointed it at the house. Harry and Hermione both took out their wands, and pointed them at the tip of Professor Flitwick's. Flitwick took a deep breath, and with his squeaky voice, announced the incantation confidently.

`Carpio Occulto Fidelius!'

From Professor Flitwick's wand, and bright white glow came, connected to Harry and Hermione's wands, then surrounded Grimmauld Place in a white haze. Once the entire house was surrounded, Professor Flitwick smiled at Harry and Hermione, and continued on.

`What is being put into trust?' Flitwick asked calmly, looking at Harry. He responded loudly, making sure to pronounce each word as fluently as possible.

`Number Twelve and One Third Grimmauld Place.' He looked at the haze around the house, and noticed it turned a dark grey, like fog. Professor Flitwick carried on.

`Who is putting this in trust?'

Harry replied, again looking at the house. `I, Harry Potter, owner of Number Twelve and One Third Grimmauld Place.' The haze now turned a lighter shade of grey, close now to the colour clouds are, as it continued to swirl around the house, quicker after each question.

`To whom do you put this trust with?' Flitwick asked. Harry cleared his throat again, and responded.

`I put my trust with Hermione Granger.' At this, the grey haze turned to bright silver. Harry's part of the charm was almost over, now it was Hermione's turn. Harry now noticed that his wand, and the others as well, were vibrating quite a bit. Not nearly as much as in his 4th year, when his wand and Voldemort's connected, but still a little. Professor Flitwick now turned to Hermione.

`To whom accepts this trust?' Harry looked at Hermione, who drawed herself up to full height, and answered.

`I, Hermione Granger, accept this trust.' The haze now turned bright cyan, and started to swarm around the three of them, and the house. Professor Flitwick was smiling, motioned them to put their hands over the wands. Harry slowly put his left hand over the wands, as did Hermione.

They locked hands, and the cyan haze around them condensed to form a single, long string of intense blue, which Professor Flitwick wrapped part of around their enclosed hands. The strand felt cool on Harry's hand, closing in tight to his skin, binding his hand with Hermione's. Harry cleared his throat slightly, again making sure his words where clear.

`I trust you with this secret, you and no other.' Flitwick wound another blue strand around their hands again, and Hermione responded.

`I shall keep this secret in your trust.' One more strand was wrapped around. The three strands stayed momentarily, then turned blinding white, and dissolved into their skin quickly, as the haze around the house evaporated.

Professor Flitwick slowly lowered his wand, and fell over stiff as a board. Harry and Hermione stood, hands still locked, looking at each other. They quickly unlocked their hands, and rushed to help Professor Flitwick up. He opened his eyes, and sat up slowly.

`Hello Miss Granger, Mr. Potter. Where am I?' Flitwick asked, sounding groggy. He looked from Harry to Hermione, with a very confused look.

`You are on Grimmauld Road Professor' Hermione answered. He looked up the street, and his expression turned to one of understanding. He stood up, and walked towards where Grimmauld Place stood.

`Strange' he said, walking to the left and the right, `Number Twelve isn't here anymore, I cannot see the house. Do you know what's happened? What are we doing here?' He looked very confused now, almost worried. Hermione was the first to speak.

`Professor, what's the last thing you remember?' she asked. Flitwick looked upwards, which Harry understood as the Professor thinking hard. He started to pace to and fro across the lawn, then came to a halt about five feet in front of Harry and Hermione.

`The last thing I remember, is coming here with you two. We Apperated, but I can not remember why we came here. Do you know? There isn't anything wrong with the Order, is there?' He still looked to them for answers, and seemed desperate to understand the situation. This time, Harry was the first to speak.

`We came here, because we needed to give you something.' Professor Flitwick was not the only one giving Harry an odd look. Harry went ahead, and took out a piece of parchment out of his pocket, and gave it to Hermione. She seemed to suddenly understand what Harry meant, and took out a small travel quill from her pocket, and wrote a quick sentence. She then folded the parchment, and gave it to Harry.

The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at Twelve and One Third Grimmauld Place.

Harry nodded his head, and gave the paper to Professor Flitwick. He looked at the parchment, and his eye's opened wide when he finished reading for the second time. Hermione quickly asked for the parchment back, and continued to burned it with her wand. Professor Flitwick now turned, and looked at Grimmauld Place again.

`No wonder I couldn't find it. You two must have renamed and replotted it. Very well done, both of you!' He turned back to the house, and waited at the door, Harry and Hermione following.

When they reached the door, both Hermione and Professor Flitwick looked at Harry expectedly, but Harry did not know what for. Hermione seemed to know what he was thinking, and answered his unasked question.

`Harry, you have to open the locks. You're the owner now. Only people you say are allowed to open the locks can.' She pointed to the locks on the door that had no key holes. Harry took it that he needed to open the locks with his wand, so he went ahead, and moved his wand to the locks. They gave a few clicks and snaps, and the door opened. They entered the empty house, and closed the door behind them, making sure to stay quiet as to not wake up Sirius' Mother.

They all proceeded to the kitchen, and sat down. The kitchen was still relatively clean, however dust had settled on every surface. Harry wiped off the dust on the nearest chair, and sat down. Hermione, seeing how only one window existed in the room, making it quite dark even during daytime, lit the candle on the table, and sat down opposite Harry. She gave a quick look to Flitwick, who was checking around the sink, and checked her watch.

`You know Harry, we can't be long. How do you plan on telling the other members of the Order?' she asked. Professor Flitwick was getting a glass of water. It seemed the memory charm that was cast on him caused him to feel rather thirsty.

Harry put no thought of how could he tell the other members of the Order. Going around to each one of them would take time, and the chances of being seen would be high. The best way would probably be to tell them all at once. So were could they hold a meeting, where Hermione and Harry could attend, and it be big enough to hold a fair number of the Order?

`We could tell everyone at The Burrow. Order members know where it is. I just don't know when or how you and I will get there.' He looked to Hermione for help. She seemed to be thinking as well, again biting her bottom lip in the process.

`Well, how about at the wedding?' she said, looking over at Professor Flitwick who was draining his second glass of water. Harry thought about it, and it made sense, since a lot of Order members would be there anyways. It would be easy to slip a note to someone, as a lot of people would be there, and it would be hard to notice.

Since Hermione would be the secret keeper, she would just go around, and tell the members. Harry wondered if this was too late though, considering it was over two weeks away, and asked Professor Flitwick what he thought.

`Well, I think it would be ok to wait a couple of weeks. The Order is meeting in different places at the moment anyways, to throw off Death Eaters. It sounds like telling Order members at the wedding makes the most sense.' He drained his cup, and placed it in the sink, and turned back to Hermione and Harry.

`Well, I think we should be going now. I'll bring you back to your homes. Come, let's go' he said, and started towards the door. Hermione put out the small candle on the table, and followed behind Harry, with Professor Flitwick in the lead. He opened the door, and held it open for Harry and Hermione. When Flitwick closed the door, it vanished into the ground, and he turned back to the two students.

`I believe we shall bring Miss Granger home first. Since you know the way' he looked at her, `you will guide me and Mr. Potter.' He motioned them to grab hold of each other's wrists, and they did. `On the count of three. One . . . two . . . three!' and with a crack, the three of them left Twelve and One Third Grimmauld Place.

Spell / Name meanings -
Feterworm - L. feteo: to have a bad odor / stink, worm: worm (Feterworm = stink worm)
Arresto Momentum - Is from the PA movie (Dumbledore uses it)
Nomenos - L. nomen: name
Inrenomenos - L. in: not/never, re: again, nomenos: name (Inrenomenos = never name again)
Carpio - L. carpo: to hold on to
Occulto - L. occulte: in secret
Fidelius - L. fidelis: faithful, true, loyal
(Carpio Occulto Fidelius = To hold on to, in secret, faitfully)

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A/N - With this chapter, I will warn you, it goes against PORTKEY.ORG shipping. It has R/Hr in it, but that's only to make this story believable with H/Hr. To have H/Hr believable, I think you have to work through the R/Hr. There won't be any real big scenes between R/Hr except one in this chapter. Just a warning, in case I get angry reviews (the story will turn H/Hr, trust me!)

CHAPTER THREE

A Wedding Like No Other

On Avalon Lane, in the little town of Crewkerne, Somerset, a rather pleasant sized house stood. Lights were on in the dining room, and the kitchen, where the owners of this house were finishing their dinner.

In a secluded part of town, the brick house was very clean, with a course emerald lawn, maroon shingled roof, and a broad beech tree in the front yard. An attractive navy blue blue car stood in the drive, with a bumper sticker reading `Got Teeth? Thank your Dentist!'

The weather here was warm, with a light breeze swaying the beech tree slightly, as the sun began its slow crawl towards the horizon to end the day, painting the sky scarlet, gold, and many shades in between. The backyard of this house, enclosed by a nice wooden fence, was large and spacious. Two birch trees stood there, one hanging a swing from its lowest branch. The outdoor lights were off, and no one inside the house had noticed that three people had just appeared out of nowhere.

Hermione walked to the backdoor of her house, and tapped on the window. A tall chestnut haired man appeared at the window, smiled cheerfully at Hermione, and opened the door. Harry knew it was Hermione's dad, however at the moment, he was admiring their backyard.

This is a backyard he wished for on Privet Drive. It seemed Hermione's house was a little outside whatever town it was in, and had the space to spare. The lawn, the smell in the air telling Harry it was recently cut, was a calm and quiet ocean of green. The house, which was larger than Privet Drive by a bedroom or two, Harry also admired. He looked at the deck in the back, then realized after in his oggling of his surroundings, he was standing alone. Hermione invited Professor Flitwick in already, and was looking at Harry, edging closer to him, keeping the door open.

`Aren't you coming in Harry? My parents wanted to say hello' she said. Harry moved onto the deck, and entered the house, Hermione following.

The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside. The door entered into the kitchen, which had all wood cabinets, with brass handles, and was very clean. He knew Aunt Petunia would approve, since she almost religiously kept her house clean, especially the kitchen. Harry moved forward into the dining room, past a nice maple wood table with matching chairs, and into the sitting room.

Here, Harry found Professor Flitwick sitting, his legs hanging off the edges of a nice leather chair, talking to Hermione's parents. Harry had seen them at Kings Cross before, however never really met them. Hermione's father was tall, with chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and nicely white teeth. He wore thin rimmed glasses, and seemed very relaxed with his cup of tea, while sitting on a couch next to Mrs. Granger. He was talking to the Professor about how Hermione was doing, while Mrs. Granger listened.

Hermione looked very much like her mother. She was shorter than Hermione, but had the same brown, slightly frizzled, but curly hair, and brown eyes. She was listening to Professor Flitwick talk about Hermione doing excellent in charms, when she looked up and smiled at Harry.

`Hello Harry. Please, come and sit down.' She motioned to a nice armchair near the fireplace, which stood dormant and the moment, and Harry sat down. Professor Flitwick continued to talk with Mr. Granger, and Hermione had sat down next to her mother on the couch.

The sitting room was also very amiable to Harry. A painting above the fireplace was of the coast, with a lighthouse shining its light on the ocean. There was a nice wooden table in the middle of the room, where 5 cups and a teapot sat. Hermione must have told her parents that she was coming back later with Harry and Professor Flitwick. Hermione poured some tea for the three of them, while her mother talked to Harry.

`I can't believe we haven't talked to you before. Hermione has told us a lot about you. She sent us a note about what happened with Professor Dumbledore. How are you coping? Thank you dear.' She took the cup of tea that Hermione was offering, and sat back to take a sip, watching Harry. Harry took his, thanking Hermione, and took a sip.

He could tell Hermione was not too pleased with her mother asking the question, giving Harry a sorrowful expression. Hermione looked to change the subject, but Harry gave a slight shake of his head he was sure only she noticed. He felt he needed to be able to speak about this, and not try to forget it happened. He didn't want to run away from this issue, but face it. He finished his sip, and only after putting the cup back down, realized that Professor Flitwick and Mr. Granger had finished their conversation, and were now looking, along with Hermione and Mrs. Granger, at him. He wished he did not put his cup down.

`I'm doing OK.' He found his mouth had become dry, his mind blank, and the ability to speak was lost abruptly. He realized it was too soon to talk about this, and looked at Hermione while reaching for his cup of tea again, hoping she would see his wantingness to now change the subject. She turned quickly to Professor Flitwick, and broke the silence, to the relief of Harry.

`What do you think will happen to Hogwarts Professor?' she asked. She glanced back at Harry, giving a small smile, and looked to Professor Flitwick.

`Well, the teachers are unsure at the moment. We must wait for the decision of the governors' he replied, as he took another sip of his tea, and put down his empty cup.

`Well, thank you very much Brian, and to you Amelia. Mr. Potter and I must be off. I hope to be seeing you again.' Mr. Granger stood up, as did Professor Flitwick, sliding off the chair slightly. He shook Mr. Granger's hand, and did the same to Mrs. Granger. Hermione waved good-bye, and Professor Flitwick motioned Harry back to the backyard.

Harry stood up, with Mrs. Granger and Hermione standing as well, and made his way to the back door. The Granger's followed him to the back, and he turned back at the doorway. `Thank you for the tea Mr. and Mrs. Granger' said Harry pleasantly. Hermione smiled at him, and looked to her parents.

`You're welcome Harry. I'm sure we will be seeing each other again' Mrs. Granger said, giving Harry a nice light handshake.

`Take care Harry' came from Mr. Granger, as Harry shared a handshake with him as well. He walked through the doorway onto the deck, and heard the door close behind him. He was not alone on the deck however, for when he turned to see the Grangers in the window of the door, Hermione was standing there, turning around from the closed door. Once she saw the look of confusion on Harry's face, she slouched her shoulders and tilted her head slightly.

`I'm just coming to say goodbye' she put simly. She came to Harry's side, and they walked towards the underneath of the nearest tree, where Professor Flitwick was waiting.

`Just take care of yourself, alright Harry? If there's any problems, owl someone, OK?' she said timidly. She was trying to look calm, but Harry knew her well enough to see she was concerned, much like on the train. They stopped a few metres from Professor Flitwick, so they were out of earshot.

`Don't worry Hermione. The protection should be alright until my birthday. I'm more worried about you. If there's any problems, don't try and fight OK? Get your parents, and Apperate as quickly as possible, OK?' he said. Hermione looked to her house again, stopping on the kitchen light, and nodded.

`I admit,' she said, `I am concerned about my parents, but Professor McGonagall talked to me on the train about some things. It should be alright, but don't worry Harry, I'll be careful. I'll owl you in a few days, alright?' she reassured quietly. Harry agreed, and they slowly embraced each other in their third hug of the day.

Harry found he liked this hug more than the others. The first one that day was surprising and felt odd. The second was better because he knew it was coming, but it was brief. This hug however, held more feeling to him. He never realized how Hermione made him feel more at ease when they hugged. He could feel her warmth sweep over him, and it filled him with a sense of peace and happiness. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled a warm scent of honeysuckle from her hair, causing him to feel even more peaceful and content.

He felt more than alright to stay there, hugging Hermione in her backyard, however he knew he had to return to Privet Drive. Grudgingly, he let go, and was surprised to feel that Hermione was still holding on. He moved his arms to try and show that he needed to go, but she did not budge, and in fact, held on tighter.

`Be careful Harry, please' he heard from his shoulder, were a large amount of brown hair hid Hermione's face. Harry could tell she was crying. He felt, much like Hermione no doubt did, that this parting was hard. It reminded him of the last time he saw Sirius, with the same feeling of foreboding and unknowingness. Harry gave another tight squeeze to Hermione, and gently pried her arms off, and looked at her face determinately. When he did, he found she had tears flowing down her cheeks, and her eyes were slightly puffy.

`I'll be fine, and you will be too, alright? Everything will be fine' affirmed Harry. He hoped it was enough for Hermione at the time, and was glad to see her nodding in agreement. Harry was as worried and scared of what was to come, but he understood she was looking for reassurance. Harry knew if he sounded confident in his words, she would feel better. He of course would have talked to her about it more, however Professor Flitwick was waiting, and not about to do so for a while.

Hermione leaned over, and gave Harry a kiss on his cheek. He felt himself blush slightly, and smiled back at Hermione, noticing she too had flushed cheeks, and turned towards Professor Flitwick. When he reached the underneath of the tree, Harry turned back to see Hermione standing on the deck, waving goodbye. Professor Flitwick grabbed his wrist calmly, and looked up.

`OK Mr. Potter, now you will guide me. Have you done this before?' Harry did not need reminding of this, since it was with Dumbledore he had done this last, so he decided to simply nod.

`Very well, on the count of three,' Harry waved back up to Hermione, and she went to the door. She waited in the doorway, still looking at the two of them.

`One' Harry thought hard of the backyard at Privet Drive. `Two' Harry thought harder, seeing the backyard in his mind. `Three!' And with a twist of his body, he heard the usual crack, and felt the usual siphoning feeling of Apparating, Professor Flitwick bumping into him along the way.

Hermione continued to look at the spot under the tree, arms folding in front of herself, and only responded a few seconds later after her mother called for her. She wiped her eyes quickly intended not to show she cried, turned, and closed the door behind her.

*

Harry's two weeks at Privet Drive proved to be very different than his usual summers. Most times, he would be stuck in his room, or roaming around the neighborhood, with the usual odd comments from the other residents. This time, he found himself purposely spending a lot of time in his room, and the backyard.

For the first few days, Harry was very depressed. The loss of Dumbledore shocked him, and until now, he spent little time to reflect on it. The quick break up with Ginny did not help lift the weight on his heart. He knew he did it for the best, however he liked what they had, even for the short amount of time it existed. More than a few times he wished he could be back in the Gryffindor common room with Ginny, sitting in front of the fire. If he had the real choice, he wouldn't have given it up.

Now that he was alone, he found himself sleeping almost lethargically, waking up, and simply lying in bed staring at the ceiling, his mind blank and dreary. He would get up eventually, but only out of necessity. The reality of never seeing Dumbledore, or having more of those wonderful times with Ginny came to brunt in his solidarity. The feeling of loneliness was overwhelming, and his mind didn't even try to feel better. He felt like he deserved this, as if things were too good before, and now he was paying the price.

After the fourth day, his room in a state of total disorder, he finally decided to focus his feelings towards something positive. By this time, he started feeling depressed about being depressed. He felt that if he did something constructive, it would help him get past this feeling of emptiness, and get his mind off of Dumbledore's death and Ginny. So, he looked around his room, and tried to find a task to consume his time, and make him overcome his misery.

He decided to read up on defense spells and theory. He had more than enough books to read, and learning new spells would be helpful for the future. At first, he felt like he was imitating Hermione, constantly reading in the library. He found he felt better after the first few days, having a purpose to get up when he woke. It also helped that both Hermione and Ron owled him, encouraging him to feel better. He did not tell them about what he had been doing, and it made him feel better that they knew how he felt, without even telling them.

He read in his room, as well as outside, in the backyard, trying to clear his mind and relax while reading. He did not go out on the street unless he had too, because he knew he would be vulnerable. He kept his mind on the Horcruxes as well, but spent his time learning extra spells and jinxes, finding some very interesting and practical.

He kept constant contact with Hermione, Ron, and the Order, which also helped him keep his mind busy. They agreed to go with Harry after school was done, but found it was safer to stay at their separate homes for the time being.

Harry went through large amounts of parchment, and more than enough quills keeping contact with everyone. Hedwig did not mind the first few days, however closer to the end of the two weeks, she was starting to get noticeably tired of the constant traveling. Ron used Pigwidgeon a lot, and Hermione was allowed to use a very polite Barn owl from Hogwarts named Capella, to lighten the load on Hedwig.

Harry also continued to receive copies of the Daily Prophet, to keep notes on any attacks or killings. It was becoming normal for murders and people to go missing these days. Harry was only glad to see that none of the people so far were people he knew. Harry's uncle did not like the constant owls.

His Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had been oddly silent when Harry arrived home, and went into their usual ignoring of Harry. They seemed not to mind Harry's seclusion during the first few days. Dudley, who Harry found out was late coming home from school because of a boxing competition in which he came in second (`That's my boy!' yelled Vernon when Dudley came in the house with his trophy). Dudley had become bulkier, if it was possible, but as always, he was still terrified of Harry.

At the end of supper on his fifth day home, Uncle Vernon turned his chair to Harry as he was finishing his food, which consisted of mixed vegetables and very little meat, and gave him his usual grumpy look.

`Is it true what that old bloke, what was his name, Alpus? Anyways, is it true you are leaving on your birthday?' He tried to pass the question off casually, yet he never asked casual questions, so Harry knew better. He could picture his Uncle drawing up plans for his room once Harry was gone, going along the walls with a measuring tape with a large smile on his face, Petunia in the background dancing with excitement. It angered Harry a little that he called his former headmaster “that old bloke”, but he knew he had to work on his control on his anger, and answered.

`Yeah, it's true. I'll be leaving on July 30th. I'm going to a wedding before hand though, in about 1 1/2 weeks' said Harry. He had not mentioned the wedding to any of them before now. His Aunt looked at him for a second, then continued with her supper. Uncle Vernon on the other hand laughed, and took a ldeep drink of his water.

`A wedding? Do your kind do that?' he chuckled. Harry could feel himself getting angry. He noticed his right hand had started shaking, so he put down his fork, and placed his hand on his lap, hoping to calm himself down. The way his uncle always thought of wizards as a different species sometimes made Harry wish to jinx him back to the previous week. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and surprisingly found himself reminded of the night he hugged Hermione. He found his anger fade away with the pleasant reminder of the memory, and replied.

`Yes, we do that. My friend Ron's brother is getting married, and I was invited. I'll be gone for 2 days' he explained straightforwardly. He wanted to press the fact that he was going, because whether they said yes or no, he was be going anyway. He never attended a wizard's wedding, or even a muggle wedding, and wondered what it was like. Plus, after the talk with Hermione, he had to make sure the Order members found out the new address for Grimmauld.

He pushed his chair back, put his plate in the sink, and returned to his room, where he left Advanced Practical Defense Magic, and continued reading on ways of countering Petrificus Totalus with non-verbal magic.

*

After going over many defence books, and writing down all the information about Tom Riddle and Horcruxes that Dumbledore showed him during the school year, the day of the wedding finally came. During the weeks, he never experienced a full night's sleep. Nightmares littered the nights, full of the deaths of Cedric, Sirius, and Dumbledore, horcrux-like objects floating just out of reach in perpetual darkness, and empty, ancient looking stone rooms.

Harry found himself eagerly awaiting the day, and merrily woke up early. He gazed out his window to see a beautifully clear summer day, and noticed Hedwig sitting on the windowsill, an envelope in her beak. Harry walked over, pat her on the head, and took the letter. She gave an affectionate nip to his thumb, and went onto her perch in her cage. Harry opened the letter, and found it was from Ron and Hermione. He guessed she had gone to The Burrow already.

Dear Harry,

Me, Hermione, and my Dad are coming to get you today at 9am. The wedding isn't until 6pm, but my Mum wants to make sure everything is ready ahead of time. She's off her knut about this wedding, but Dad said it's a mum thing. Don't forget to have your dress robes ready. See you later.

Ron and Hermione

Harry looked over to his trunk, and laying on top were his dress robes. They were clean, but not even close to pressed. He tried the night before to press them, though he gave up after making more creases than before he started. He figured it could be done by magic, but Mrs. Weasley was the one good at house charms.

He read the clock next to his bed, and noticed it was 8:37am. He got up, had his shower, and dressed in regular clothes. He headed downstairs, with his dress robes and some extra clothes in his bag, and his wand in his pocket. He made a final check to make sure he had everything, and sat down at the kitchen table waiting anxiously. His Uncle, Aunt, and Dudley were still sleeping, since it was Saturday. They usually got up at 9am, so he was pleased to notice he would not see them.

He looked at the clock above the stove, and saw it was 8:58am. They would be here in 2 minutes. Harry figured they would be Apparating that morning. He hoped they wouldn't take Floo Powder, because of the incident that happened last time, involving four Weasley's completely destroying the sitting room, and causing Dudley's tongue to lengthen by about four feet. Just as he smiled remembering Fred and George's laughter afterwards, there was a loud crack in the backyard. Harry stood up, and moved to the window above the sink.

In the backyard, Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione suddenly appeared, and walked towards the house. Hermione knocked on the back door, and Harry remembered to ask them questions to make sure they were who they looked like.

`Harry? Are you in there? We're here to get you for the wedding.' Mr. Weasley was half-yelling at the closed door, reminding Harry of Colin Creevey on the Hogwarts Express. Harry went to the window at the door, and looked through. The three on the other side smiled back, and pointed at the door to open it.

`I have to ask you the questions.' He had made it clear in his letters from the day before that he would ask each of them one question that only they would know. Mr. Weasley was first, followed by Ron, and then Hermione.

`Mr. Weasley, what did you warn me about in on Platform 9 3/4 in my third year?' Harry remembered the rather rushed conversation; Mr. Weasley told Harry not to go looking for Sirius, who at the time he didn't know was his godfather. Mr. Weasley squinted slightly, and moved closer to the window.

`I told you not to go looking for Sirius. Right lot it helped, you looked anyways!' he replied. He smiled, and moved over for Ron to have his question.

`OK Ron, what did you see in the Mirror of Erised?' He remembered this, because it was the first time he saw his parents, although they were not really there. Ron turned rather red, looked behind him, moved close to the window, and spoke quietly, hoping his dad and Hermione would not hear.

`I saw myself as Head Boy, and Quidditch Captain. I had the Quidditch Cup, and the House Cup' he mumbled. He moved back, and smiled to Harry. Harry smiled back, knowing this was the correct answer, and now Hermione moved forward.

`Alright Hermione, why did Cho get mad at me on Valentine's Day in Hogsmede during fifth year?' He remembered this day, because Hermione arranged Rita Skeeter to write about the night Voldemort came back. He remembered he talked to Hermione about Cho that day.

`Because you're tactless. To be specific, it was because you said you were coming to see me, which made her upset' she stated matter of factly, looking up, and smiling at Harry. Harry unlocked the door, and the three of them entered the kitchen.

`All set Harry?' Mr. Weasley asked, looking at his watch, then around the room, no doubt admiring the objects.

`We can't take too much time. Molly will have my head if I'm not back quickly.' He turned, and suddenly became transfixed on Aunt Petunia's new blender sitting on the counter.

`oo!' he said, moving towards it. `This is one of those blunders, right Harry?!' he guessed excitedly. Harry knew all too well of Mr. Weasley's fascination with muggle objects. He also knew that they had to get going before waking his aunt and uncle.

`It's a blender Mr. Weasley, but we should get going' said Harry quickly. Mr. Weasley quickly snapped back to the present, muttered `right, right, right', and made his way back into the backyard, motioning the rest to join him. Harry picked up his bag, and closed the door behind him, locking it along the way. The four of them moved to the far side of the yard, and turned towards each other.

`Alright Harry, we're Apparating back to The Burrow. Just think of the yard in front of the house. I hope Molly hasn't put the tent up yet, otherwise we might get a little tangled. OK, grab hold of each other, very good. Now, on the count of three.' He looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who all nodded at the same time.

`One,' Harry noticed Ron had closed his eyes, and was screwing up his face in deep thought. Harry smiled, and looked over to Hermione, who was also suppressing her laughter. `Two,' Harry thought hard of The Burrow, seeing the front lawn in front of the garden. `Three!' With a quick turn, and with Ron and Hermione bumping into him, he felt the usual siphoning of Apparating. After only a few seconds, his feet hit hard Earth, and he looked up at the house, which seemed to be held up by magic.

`Arthur! Arthur, are you back! We need some help with the tables here!' The shout, who Harry knew came from Mrs. Weasley, originated from a white tent set up next to the house. Mr. Weasley gave a sigh, waved bye to the three of them, and headed off towards the tent. Ron, Hermione, and Harry then made their way towards the front door, but where suddenly stopped by a fiery-red haired girl.

`I wouldn't go in there if I was you,' she said darkly, looking up at the three of them, her eyes stopping on Harry. Harry looked at her, and controlled his wantingness to hug and kiss her like he did in the Gryffindor common room only a few months ago.

`Why? We were only gone for a few minutes?' asked Ron, looking thoroughly confused at his sister Ginny. Ginny smiled at Hary, and looked at Ron.

`The chef's arrived from France, and they are horribly bossy. Can't get a glass of pumpkin juice without having a meat cleaver being thrown at you' she quipped. Harry looked at the kitchen window, and noticed mountains of steam, and what looked like smoke, billowing out of the open windows. Ron seemed agitated with this predicament.

`Well, we need to get inside anyways, before Mom asks us to help with stuff again. Com'on.' He motioned Harry and Hermione to follow his lead, and he moved to the door. Hermione followed Ron past Ginny, yet Harry found himself still standing in front of Ginny.

'Coming mate?' asked Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes, and turned to Ron for a moment, before turning back to Ginny and Harry.

'We'll meet you upstairs, OK Harry?' she stated. Harry was glad she understood, and nodded. Ron gave Hermione a perplexed look as she shoved him through the doorway. Ginny turned back and faced Harry. Harry felt very torn, between running away and snogging her right there and then.

'How are you Harry?' she asked, as she moved towards him, and gave a hug. Harry returned the hug, and squeezed tightly. He had wanted a hug for a while, and this seemed to do nicely. When they separated, Ginny moved and gave him a kiss. Harry quickly backed up, making Ginny's expression change from joyful to confused.

'Harry, I know you want to keep me safe, but isn't it my choice?' she asked, sounding slightly aggressive. Harry felt this was coming. When he first returned to Privet Drive, there's nothing he would have wanted more than Ginny to be there with him. Now, after realizing the tasks ahead of him, he knew Ginny would be at even more danger than he originally thought.

'Ginny, you can't. It's-'

'Too dangerous? Harry, I can take the risk if I want to! I can take care of myself!' she stormed. Harry didn't feel like arguing, however he could see Ginny didn't want to go without one.

'No you can't Ginny. It's just like I told you at the funeral. If Voldemort-'

'I thought you just needed some space for a while, I didn't know you meant permanently! And what do you mean I can't take care of myself? I can too!'

'No you can't Ginny' Harry put gently. By Ginny's reaction, he didn't put it gently enough.

'What, you think just because I'm a year younger that I can't fight! Do you think I'm poor defenseless Ginny?!' Harry couldn't see how she was getting this.

'Gin, that's-'

'You know what Harry, forget about it! I thought you wouldn't be like that, but I guess I was wrong!' she fumed, turning away and running towards the white tent Mr. Weasley walked into a few minutes ago. Harry watched her go, wishing this was another dream, however realized it sadly wasn't, and slowly made his way into the kitchen. When he opened the door, he could hear a group of men talking very quick French.

Harry walked inside, and found four rather chubby chefs, all in white robes and white chef's hats, doing various cooking at the counters. It seemed to Harry that they had conjured up a few extra chopping tables, as well as two extra stove-like areas to cook on. They seemed not to notice that he entered into the room, and Harry quickly moved to the stairs, and bound up towards Ron's room. Once there, Harry opened the door to find Ron and Hermione looking out the window, looking back at Harry with sadened faces. They must have observed the scene between himself and Ginny. He put his bag down, and found the room in total disarray.

'Are you OK Harry?' Hermione asked. She moved off the windowsill, and looked to sit on Ron's bed. She gave it a migled look of disgust, and placed herself on the small amount of space that was clear of clothes.

'I'm OK. I didn't think she'd do that though' he admited. Ron gave a sigh, and layed down on his bed, disregarding the clothes underneith him.

'Girls, Harry. Sometimes I think it's best not to try and understand what they do' he said with a touch of wisdom that Harry never thought Ron had. Hermione looked back at Harry, who was still standing in the doorway.

'Harry, I'm sure Ginny's just trying to cope with not being with you. Your reasons are sound, but to Ginny it doesn't matter. Don't worry, she'll get over it' Hermione reassured, giving Harry a comforting smile. Harry gave a small smile back, still not feeling good about the events that just transpired.

Harry moved towards the window, and looked out on the garden. He saw Charlie Weasley helping his father with placing chairs on a clear grass strip near the side of the house, with trees branching over. Harry guessed the wedding was happening outside. Looking out the window reminded him now of his dream he had a few weeks ago. He remembered seeing the long wooden log which ended up being Nagini. He still had to tell Ron about it, since he had not managed it yet, but felt now was not the time.

`Who's all coming today?' he asked Ron, after turning away from the window, and sitting down on the windowsill. He wanted to get on a different subject than Ginny. After all, this was a wedding he was going to. He should be happy.

Ron was rummaging through a dresser, evidently looking for something. Harry saw that the inside of the dresser was in more cluttered than the room. Ron gave a sigh, stopped his pointless search, and sat down on the side of the bed opposite from Hermione.

`There's loads of people coming, too many dad says. Lots from the Ministry, some of my brother's friends, and a lot of people from France. Not too sure how many, but there's enough to say a lot' said Ron cheerlessly. He did not seem too happy about it.

`Like I told you, mum's been raving about everything. Getting us all to help out with things that don't matter and such.' Hermione turned, and gave him a disappointed look.

`Well, it's important to your mum. Bill's the first one of her kids to get married. She wants to make sure it's perfect' she emphasized. Harry looked back out the window, and saw that Mr. Weasley and Charlie finished putting up the chairs. Ron was right, there was a large guest list, at least two hundred.

`Yeah, well, when I get married, I definitely don't want anything like this. It's all too much' grumbled Ron, taking a pair of rolled up socks off his bed, and throwing them into the bottom drawer of the dresser. Hermione turned all the way around this time, and faced Ron.

`So what would you like then? Just to institute the spell, and that's it?' she asked hotly. Harry didn't know what she meant exactly. He knew in muggle ceremonies, the husband and wife exchanged rings.

`Well, yeah, basically. None of this preparation or anything. Don't see a point really' said Ron. Hermione disappointed look continued as she glanced around the room. A few moments of odd silence passed, with each of them looking around Ron's very messy room.

`What do you mean by “institute the spell”?' asked Harry, finally breaking the stillness.

`Well, wizard weddings are somewhat like muggle weddings' said Hermione. `They have a best man and bridesmaid, and all the other people. The vows are done the same, except they have the properties of a spell. When the bride and groom say their vows, it completes the spell, and acts on the two of them. It's kinda like binding love in a way. It's old magic.' Harry was interested to see how the spell looked.

`Well, we should get downstairs before mum starts getting mad again' muttered Ron. He got up, as did Hermione, and the three of them went downstairs, and out into the yard. Harry was glad to see that Ginny wasn't around. He did not want a a repeat confrontation.

The three spent most of the afternoon helping outside with the decorations. Harry wanted to do magic, to make the task easier, however decided not too since he was underage. Hermione noticed, and clarified something for Harry when she asked why he wasn't using magic.

`Harry, you do know you can do magic here?' she asked. Harry knew he could do magic, it was the fact that he would get in trouble for doing it. He told this to Hermione, and she shook her head.

`No, you won't get in trouble. Remember Dobby, when you got in trouble before second year? The Ministry can only detect that magic is being done, but not necessarily by who. They only knew it was you, because you are the only wizard that lives on Privet Drive. Out here though,' she pointed to The Burrow, `almost everyone can do magic, so they can't tell the difference between you doing magic, and say, Mr. Weasley' she said beamily.

Harry had not though about it, but it made sense. He thanked Hermione immensely, and tried a Wingardium Leviosa charm on a fairy light, hanging it nicely on a tree branch. He finished, and was delighted to see no owls telling him he had broken the law, and would be banned from Hogwarts. He smiled at Ron and Hermione, and they continued on.

Ron's brothers Fred and George arrived just after lunch, carrying a suspicious looking package. When Ron asked what it was, Fred gave a small smirk, and the twins hid it in their old room. Harry imagined it was a wedding gift, however knowing Fred and George, he knew to stand back when Bill and Fleur open it. He hoped it was not anything too explosive, literally.

Once the decorations were up, it was late in the day, and was time to change into robes. Harry was surprised that so many decorations had been put up in the one day, and was again, thoroughly happy that Hermione told him about using magic, since the job would have taken hours longer without it. He was also greatful that he had not run into Ginny the rest of the day. He looked around before going back inside, and took in the sight.

At least a hundred fairy lights hung from various trees that reached above the chairs, lighting the canopy with a soft amber glow. The aisle was bordered by white trilliums, which lead to a small white stage at the front of the chairs. There was still sunlight in the sky, coloured a pallid blue, but when the reception took place, the fairies would be the only light.

He and Ron walked up to Ron's room together. Hermione left earlier to meet up with Ginny to change, which caused Ron to grumble since they were just in the middle of cleaning the tables, and he and Harry had to finish themselves. Harry got into the room, and found a new set of pressed dress robes, which were black like his Hogwarts ones, with a black vest. Ron told him that his mum must have gone ahead and bought him new robes, since his other set as a little too small now. Once dressed, he saw Ron also received new robes, which were black with a silver vest.

`Mum had a separate vault with money saved up for things like a wedding, so she got me new robes too. Not too bad, don't you think?' he said, straightening his tie in the mirror. He turned to look at his back quickly, smiled up at Harry, and the two nicely dressed gentlement headed downstairs.

The kitchen was no longer full with fast French speaking chefs, or quick moving chopping blades, and the table was full of platters and plates of food. Some of it Harry knew was Mrs. Weasley's cooking, though the bulk of it looked foreign. Ron made to try an interesting looking blue-iced pastry, when one of the chefs, with dough and chocolate stains on his white apron, came over from the sitting room yelling `noh-noh-noh!' giving Ron's hands a hard smack with a wooden spoon. They both quickly moved out the door before the chef could continue, and found themselves in the midst of a large crowd.

At least a hundred people now stood outside The Burrow, talking amongst each other. All the men wore black dress robes, and white shirts, while the women, were clothed in robes and dresses of every colour.

As Harry and Ron moved through the crowd, from the conversations Harry overheard, many were from the Ministry of Magic. Harry wondered if Ron was going anywhere specifically, but found out when he almost ran over Hermione, stopping abruptly and bumping into her side. She looked over disgruntally, and smiled once she realized it was Harry.

`Sorry' apologized Harry She was wearing a pale silver dress that glittered slightly in the dying sunlight. Harry found it hung off her very well, and was surprised to see that she had quite a nice figure. Wearing Hogwarts robes all the time seemed to hide her form well. Harry couldn't help but stare at her for a moment, then snapping out of his daze, and looked to Ginny, who immediately turned and made her way towards Bill and a few other of the Weasley's. She was wearing the same colour dress as Hermione, and Harry thought it was weird that they wore the same dress and either didn't notice or care about it.

`It's alright Harry. I'm surprised you guys could find us, there's so many people here. Don't worry about Ginny. She's still a bit upset, but it takes a bit of time' said Hermione. She gave Harry a smile, then started to look around, evidently trying to find someone. Harry was going to ask who she was looking for, but she answered it just as he opened his mouth. `I wonder were Fleur is? Her family hasn't shown yet.'

Harry neglected to notice this until now. He figured he would not have seen Fleur, since she would be getting ready, yet none of the other members of the Delacour family were here, remembering how they look from fourth year. The lack of French he heard as he and Ron moved through the crowd also wondered him.

`Dad said they're showing up around 5:45. Said it's a tradition, at least in France, for the bride's family to show up right before' Ron put simply. He was looking around as well, Harry noticing he stopped on Hermione more than a few times.

The three of them made their way to the side of the white tent, still set up next to the house, where Fred, George, Ginny, Charlie, and Bill where talking. Bill looked very nervous, wearing the same black robes as the rest of them, except his vest was gold coloured. The scaring on his face still remained, but was less noticeable compared to the night it happened, when he was fighting Death Eaters at Hogwarts.

`Hey Harry, happy to see you. Thanks for coming' he expressed gladly, giving Harry a handshake. Harry turned towards the crowd, noticing Mr. Weasley, wearing black dress robes with a silver vest, had just finished a conversation with some ministry-looking people, and was heading towards the group. Mrs. Weasley, wearing a light purple dress, was close behind.

`The Delacour's should be here any moment. How about we get everyone seated' he said, gesturing towards the crowd. Bill nervously nodded his head, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley moved towards the crowd, clapping their hands and announcing to the guests to sit at the chairs. Harry looked to the others, so he could sit with them, but they did not move. He asked Hermione and Ron why they weren't going to get good seats.

`Well, we're in the wedding party. Me, Fred, George, Ginny, and Charlie. We asked Percy, but the git he didn't send anything back' said Ron. Harry expected Ron to be in the wedding party, and turned to Hermione.

`She's in the wedding party too mate' explained Ron, motioning to Hermione. Harry now understood why she and Ginny wore the same dress, and vaguely recalled Fleur talking about having the bridesmaids in silver dresses a few weeks ago at Hogwarts.

Harry grasped why Ginny would be in the wedding party, since she's Ron's family, but Hermione did not have any family attachments to Bill or Fleur. He decided for the time, not to ask why she was in the party, and with a deep breath, trying not to look too upset at his predicament, he smiled at Hermione and Ron, both of whom seemed sorry for Harry's situation. Harry turned and moved into the crowd, walking at a more than leisurely pace, and took a seat by himself.

He had not figured earlier in the day that he would be watching the wedding by himself. He spent more than enough time by himself in his room already, and was looking forward to being with his friends. The idea of being surrounded by people and still being alone did not look to keep the day in a good mood, considering so far it wasn't exactly spectacular.

He decided to sit near the back, hoping, on the off chance, no one would notice him, and accept that he would be by himself. Just as he took his seat, a large amount of pops came from the side of house, and at least eighty people moved from where the pops came. The Delacours had arrived.

The men wore dark blue robes, with silver vests, while the women, much like the English ones, wore robes and dresses of every colour. Harry could still easily distinguish the French from English, with most of the French holding their heads high, and looking somewhat snobbish. The bulk of these new guests made their way into chairs, while Harry saw Mr. and Mrs. Delacour, who looked much more warming than some of the other French guests, greeting the Weasley's and Hermione.

Harry looked to the front, and saw a very old wizard in completely white robes move on to the stage unhurried. Harry knew a minister conducted muggle weddings, and figured this old man was the equivalent.

As the guests took their seats, he was surprised by a nudge on his shoulder. When he looked, figuring someone needed to get by, he was surprised to see his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin.

`Hello Professor!' exclaimed Harry happily, standing up and shaking his hand enthusiastically. Lupin looked tired, with bags under his eyes. His face was white, and hair turning ever greyer. He wore dark grey dress robes, instead of his usual grey and tattered robes. Harry found it made him look younger than is usual self, even with his tired look.

`Harry, how many times must I tell you, I have not taught you in three years now. Please, call me Remus' replied Lupin, who took the seat next to Harry, and took a quick glance to the stage at the front.

`Why are you sitting so far from the front?' he asked. Harry told him about the wedding party, hoping he did not sound self-centered or selfish. He was glad to see Lupin smile, and look back up towards the stage.

`Well, I do understand what it means sometimes to be the one left out. Don't let it get to you Harry, just enjoy the night. Oh, I think it's starting' he said, turning around to look at the beginning of the aisle.

The sky, by now, turned slightly purple. Large amounts of blue was left in the sky, but it was now surrendering itself to the sunset. Harry turned to see, like everyone else, who was coming down the white bordered aisle, just as he fairies started to dance and light up.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, closely followed by Mr. and Mrs. Delacour, walked up the aisle slowly. Harry saw both Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour crying slightly along the way. When they reached the front, the men shook hands, and the women shared a hug, still crying. Once they sat down on opposite sides of the aisle, everyone again turned their eyes towards the back, where Charlie was escorting a lovely woman, wearing the same pale silver dress as Hermione and Ginny. Harry found the woman seemed to almost float along the way up the aisle.

Next, was Fred with a petite girl, whom Harry knew to be Fleur's sister Gabrielle. After them, came George, who was escorting Ginny. George kept speeding up and slowing down along the way, until Ginny gave him a somewhat concealed kick to the shin, after which George moved at normal pace. Lastly was Ron, who escorted Hermione. Ron seemed very nervous, and almost tripped twice along the way. Hermione continued to smile as they reached the front. Bill next came up the aisle.

He looked nervous before, when Harry shook his hand, and it seemed walking up the aisle alone did not help him much. The expression on Bill's face looked much like what Harry would expect from a man squaring off against a dragon with no wand. Bill kept his eyes determinately forward, and made it to the front, where Harry noticed he gave a somewhat obscured sigh of relief. Now only Fleur was left.

Everyone, in both the audience and wedding party, craned their necks for the last time towards the back. Fleur was standing on the threshold of the aisle, beaming at the faces of her guests. She appeared to be radiating beauty from where she stood. She was wearing a pure white gown, and had her hair put up in innumerable twists, which seemed to twinkle gold in the dying sunlight and fairy light. She was crowned with a beautiful gold hewn tiara. Harry heard an elderly witch behind him say `Oh, she looks lovely.' Fleur took a breath, and made her way slowly up the aisle.

Harry now wished he found a chair closer to the stage. The man in white robes was talking, however Harry could not completely hear. Harry tried straining his ears, though being in the third last row, he 0would have done better with a set of extendable ears. He hoped the man would have done a Sonorus Spell, so everyone could hear, but Harry understood that Bill and Fleur would probably not like someone that loud in front of them. He asked Lupin about what was going on, and was happy to find out that Lupin had been to a few wizard's weddings before.

`Well, I went to your parents wedding. I was your father's second, after Sirius of course' he said with a smile. `OK, now they are going ahead with a reading from The Athimus. It's an old magic book on marriages. I do hope they haven't picked a long passage. I went to one wedding, the passage took over 4 hours to say. Most people were asleep by time the vows came' said Lupin. Harry hoped the passage was not that long either, and was glad to see it lasted about ten minutes. Once this was done, he saw Bill and Fleur turn to each other, and Bill started talking.

`Now Bill's saying his vows. He read them to Arthur before hand to make sure they were good' explained Lupin. Harry saw Mrs. Weasley in the front row dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief from Mr. Weasley. Ron was standing next to his brothers, who were all next to Bill. Ron was looking around at the guests, and after ten seconds of scanning, moved back to observing Bill.

Bill finished his vows, and now Fleur started hers. The guests were very quiet during the ceremony. Harry heard a few sniffs of people crying around him, but otherwise it was completely calm. The sky above was slowly subduing to the night. The fairies in their cages still floated around, their glow becoming more and more evident. Once Fleur finished her vows, she and Bill faced the white robed man.

`Who is that man in the white up there?' Harry asked.

`He's a Cleric. Something like the muggle ones, except with magic. Clerics are quite weird in their own right. Not a lot of people become them, but they get their work out for sure. His name is Alcrux. He married Ron's parents, so I can understand why he's doing Bill and Fleur's wedding' said Lupin.

Alcrux was now pointing his wand above Bill and Fleur's head. A white smoke appeared above the both of them, and hovered. Acrux motioned them towards each other, and they kissed. As they met each other, the smoke spiraled around them, and slowly decayed in the air. When it finally dissolved, and the two separated, and the audience started clapping and cheering joyfully. Harry understood that the marriage was complete, and clapped as well.

Bill and Fleur turned, and walked back down the aisle beaming, Fleur crying joyful tears. The rest of the wedding party moved back down the aisle, and the rest of the guests stood up, and moved to the sides, Harry following Lupin to the side. The guests were now moving towards the back, where the wedding party stood. Many of the people were greeting the newlyweds. Harry and Lupin moved in line, and congratulated Bill and Fleur.

`Tank you `Arry' expressed Fleur, with a kiss to his cheek, which seemed to become hot afterwards. As they moved down, Harry came to Ron and Hermione. Lupin said goodbye, and went to talk to Mr. Weasley and another member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mad Eye Moody. Harry waved to Mad Eye, and received a nod. As Harry turned back, he saw Ron was still holding Hermione's arm, while she talked to Fleur's sister Gabrielle.

`Oh, there you are. Where were you sitting? I was looking around for you, but couldn't find you' asked Hermione.

`I was farther to the back. I sat with Lupin. You guys looked good' said Harry. Ron laughed and Hermione looked away for a second.

`Yeah right. You saw, I almost tripped twice. Looked ridiculous' said Ron miserably, looking thoroughly downcast all of a sudden.

`Well, I didn't notice. Looked very good walking up. You did too' affirmed Harry to Gabrielle, who smiled.

`Tank you `Arry. Eef you can excoose moi, I must be go-ing' she said, waving as she left towards her sister, who was now hugging one of her relatives. Ron in the mean time gave an exceedingly sarcastic laugh, louder than before.

`Didn't notice? Yeah right. I'll be inside' he grumbled, as he let go of Hermione's arm, and walked towards the house, head hanging low.

`What's got into him?' asked Harry sharply, as Ron walked into the house. Hermione gave a sigh, and looked back to Harry.

`He's just upset about this whole wedding thing. He's not upset at Bill and Fleur, it's just . . . well, he's just upset about his lack of experience' she said. Harry didn't understand what she meant by `lack of experience', and gave her a quizzical look.

`Basically because he hasn't had a lot of experience with girls. He has this notion in his head that he's never going to find someone. He's been moping like that for a while' said Hermione. Harry figured he should go and talk some sense into him, but Hermione told him not to at the moment. `Just let him settle for a little bit, then go up and talk. Maybe in ten minutes or so.'

Harry decided to follow her advice, and walked around the crowd, while she decided to go and help Mrs. Weasley with the food in the kitchen. Most people now sat down at tables, placed where the chairs stood only moments before, getting ready for the wedding feast. A long head table, not unlike the professor's table at Hogwarts, was placed at the front were the stage was, where Harry figured Bill and Fleur would sit with their family.

As Harry walked around, he ran into some familiar faces. Several members of the Order where at the wedding, including Tonks, who's hair was its usual bright pink, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. After roughly five minutes of walking, he decided to go and see how Ron was doing, with the notion of telling him the feast was about to start.

He walked through the kitchen, with Mrs. Weasley telling him to be quick, because the food would be served soon. He asked where Hermione had gone, and was told she went to see how Ron was doing. Harry wondered why she asked him to wait the extra time, but started up the stairs anyways.

He could here the laughter and talking from outside flood through the windows of the rooms as he walked upwards. When he got near Ron's room, he slowed, not wanting to barge in on Ron and Hermione's conversation. When he reached the doorway, he was surprised to hear no voices. He turned around the doorway, and felt like he had been hit by a Stunning Spell.

Ron was standing in front of the window, and between him and the window stood Hermione. They were locked together, kissing. Harry turned away quickly, and looked back down the crooked stairway.

Harry knew Ron liked Hermione, but was not prepared to see them kissing in such a fashion. He gathered his thoughts quickly, and decided to slowly go back down three or four stairs, trying hard not to make a sound. He then turned, and stomped hard up the rest of the stairs going up to Ron's room, hoping it would cause the two of them to disentangle from each other. When he turned in the doorway for the second time, he was glad to see Ron had moved to sitting on the bed, with Hermione sitting on the windowsill.

`Hi Harry. Um . . . Ron and I were talking, and he's doing better now, right Ron? Ron!?' Hermione yelled to Ron, who seemed slightly dazed. He looked up at Hermione with a large, and what looked like permanent smile, and nodded.

`Yeah . . . yeah, I'm doing great now! Is it time to eat?' he said, looking over to Harry. Harry nodded yes, and continued to look at the two them.

`Yeah, I was coming to get you' Harry said, looking from Ron to Hermione. Ron nodded, and stood up. Hermione avoided Harry's glance, and moved from the windowsill. She put her hand to Ron's arm, and looked at her feet.

`Harry, can I talk to Ron for a moment?' She looked up at Harry for a second, then looked quickly back to her feet. Harry nodded again, turned, and went back down the stairs.

As he went, he found he could not keep a smile appearing on his face. He knew Ron liked Hermione for years, and now he finally showed it. As he descended the stairwell, he suddenly thought about how it would be with them going out. Would they always want to go by themselves places? How would he fit into it all?

Don't worry about that now. Be happy for Ron and Hermione.

Harry felt slightly conflicted, wondering how this would change their friendship. Would he be a third wheel now? It made him feel worst, knowing that he finished with Ginny to protect her. He couldn't get involved with someone, and Ron and Hermione could. He wished, like many times before, the prophecy would have never been made, and he could have a normal life.

As he entered the kitchen, he decided to try and forget it for the time. You are at a wedding, you're supposed to be having fun he continued telling himself. He entered the wedding area again, and placed a fake smile on his face, noticing the sun had set.

The sky was black, with small specks of light shining from stars. The crescent moon hung close to the horizon, making it look larger than normal. The fairy lights were now bright, and flooding the table area with a golden glow. As he made his way through the tables, planning on looking for Lupin, Mrs. Weasley beckoned him to the head table, where all the Weasley's except Ron where sitting on Bill's right side. Fleur's family was sitting on her left side.

`Harry, you are sitting here with us. You're family' she said brightly, smiling up at him. He smiled back, somewhat forgetting his troubles from the stairwell, and sat down next to Fred close to the end. As he sat down, Mrs. Weasley looked down the table.

`Harry, where's Ron and Hermione?' she asked. Harry did not have to answer though, as Ron and Hermione came out the door, and took their places at the end of the table. Hermione sat next to Harry, and Ron next to her with Ginny at the end. Harry was glad in a few ways that Hermione and Ron sat between himself and Ginny. It seemed Bill had been waiting for them to make his speech. He stood up, the wedding guests becoming politely quiet.

`I would like to thank you all for coming tonight. Me and Fleur are very honoured to have you here with us for this wonderful day. Firstly, I would like to thank my father and mother, for their wonderful guidance and support. Without their love, I would not be the man I am today' he proclaimed to the crown, with a look to his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were both crying, and stood up for a hug from Bill. The crowd applauded, as did Harry. Harry knew how well Mr. and Mrs. Weasley treated himself. He couldn't fathom how it would have been being raised by such wonderful parents. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley finished the hug, and sat back down. The crowd again went silent again, as Bill continued.

`I would also like to thank my brothers and sister, who, even when pulling pranks on me' he zeroed in on Fred and George, who beamed triumphantly, `always helped me, and allowed me to better understand some of my parents actions, even when I didn't' he said, looking back to the tables. Another small applause followed this part of his speech, and died down quickly.

`Finally' he announced brightly, `to my new wife Fleur. Who has stood by even after my injuries from defending Hogwarts. She has helped me recover, and never stopped loving me. I will love her forever, and always' he finished.

Fleur, crying slightly however still looking beautiful, stood up, and the newlyweds shared a long kiss. The crowd, as well as Harry, applauded loudly, some roars and cries of happiness popping in here and there. Harry felt so happy that someone could feel such happiness at the time, when so many things where looking dark.

Bill sat back down, and as Fleur stood up to begin her speech, a sudden shiver ran down Harry's spine. At first, he ventured it was due to a gust of wind, yethe noticed the air stood still. Too still.

He looked to Hermione, and noticed she too was cold, rubbing her arms for warmth. Harry gazed up at the sky inquisitively, and dread filled his mind. The stars were veiled, and darkness surrounded the reception. The shiver ran through the guests at the tables like a wave, some standing up, pulling their wands out. Harry looked to Mr. Weasley, who also stood up. He observed his family, and said the word Harry knew was coming.

`Dementors'

He looked down to Mrs. Weasley, a horrified expression across her face, and told her hurriedly to take the family into the house as quickly as possible. She stood up, and moved over to Fred and George, however panic started to settle in.

The guests at the tables stood up, and were either grouping together trying to stay calm, or Apparating away as quickly as possible, yelling to each other making sure they had their family members.

Harry surveyed the area, and found Lupin and at least six other members of the Order of the Phoenix along the edges of the tables, looking out into the darkness for dementors. Harry saw one Order member, a tall thin man with brown hair on the far side of the Burrow, shoot a silver eagle out of his wand at an approaching dementor. The patronus swooped down on the dementor, and flew away.

People were now running everywhere, as dementors seemed to come from every direction, the coldness increasing rapidly. Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's moved closer the house as quickly as possible, and became separated as people kept running in between them. Harry was knocked over, less than ten metres from the door, and saw Mrs. Weasley pushing Ginny and Gabrielle into the house. Ron and Hermione ran over, and helped Harry to his feet.

Harry looked back at the head table, Mr. Weasley shooting a duck shaped patronus at an approaching dementor, while Bill moved Fleur and her family towards the house. They ran past Harry, Ron, and Hermione, just as two dementors moved in behind them. Hermione pointed her wand at the nearest one, and paused for a moment.

`Expecto Patronum!' she yelled, and a silver otter shot out of her wand, and chased after the first dementor. The second one simply shifted past, and moved towards the three of them. Ron put his wand up, but fell to his knees before being able to say the charm. Hermione's otter now vanished, and Hermione herself had also fallen over, breathing heavily, her hands over her ears. As the dementor approached, its hood centered on Harry.

His mother's screams began to enter his head. He tried hard to block them, but they became louder and louder. Harry felt his knees hit the ground, as the screams became more intense, followed by the horrible high toned laugh that filled his nightmares.

Harry felt cold everywhere, and could tell that more than one dementor was closing in. He struggled to focus his thoughts as hard as he could, but the cold laugh became louder, his body frigid. He glimpsed Hermione, and remembered them hugging in her backyard. The memory flashed before his eyes, and he raised his wand.

`EXPECTO PATRONUM!' he yelled.

A great silver object flew out of his wand, and pushed the closest dementor back, making it scuttle away. It then turned, Harry moving his wand to the right, and pushed, what Harry noticed, were three other dementors away who were approaching them. As Harry lowered his wand, the object slowed, and evaporated in front of him. He gathered his thoughts, and looked around.

The dementors were now retreating from what he could see. Silver patronus' were soaring overhead, and the coldness that filled the area lifted. Most people had Apparated away, and the few that remained were huddled together in groups surrounded by those that made the patronus'. Harry glanced to Hermione and Ron, and helped them up to their feet. They seemed disorientated, but quickly recovered enough to stand up alone.

`Harry, what happened to your patronus?' Hermione asked, in a quiet and shallow voice. The three moved to the closest table that was not upturned, and sat down. Harry had wondered himself what was going on. When his patronus came out of his wand, it was not a stag, like it had always been. He did not have a clear view of it when it charged out, but when it dissolved in front of him, he could easily see what it was: a phoenix.

`I don't know. Lets get inside the house first' gestured Harry. Hermione and Ron both nodded, and they slowly moved their way to the house. Mr. Weasley came over frantically, helping the three into the house, along with Lupin who was nearby. Once they entered, Mrs. Weasley gave all three of them a huge hug, and sat them down, opening up a huge slab of Honeyduke's Chocolate.

`Are you three alright?' she quaked, as she handed out the chocolate. Ron nodded, as did Hermione, who was looking at Harry with worry. Harry was staring at the middle of the table, which was still strune with plates of wedding food.

Why had his patronus changed? He remembered Tonks' patronus had changed after Sirius died. Maybe Dumbledore's death had that same affect to Harry as Sirius' death had to her?

`Harry dear, are you alright?' Harry looked up, and found Mrs. Weasley looking at him, with a worried look much like Hermione. Harry looked earnestly to the doorway, where Lupin was still standing. Mrs. Weasley called him over, and Harry got up to talk to him, but Mrs. Weasley sat him back down.

`No, you have to sit dear. That wasn't just one dementor around you three' she said.

`Four actually Molly' elaborated Lupin, with a small grin to Harry. He motioned Harry to the stairwell, and reassured Mrs. Weasley.

`Don't worry Molly, we're only going over here. He'll be back in a moment.' She gave a nagging look, with her lips pressed tight, however nodded. Harry stood up, and moved to the stairwell, and asked about his partronus.

`Yes, well, I thought it might happen. See, Dumbledore's death must have affected you, and caused your patronus to change. Very interesting that it became a phoenix though' he mulled, with a look down the stairwell.

`Why is it interesting?' Harry asked.

`Well' Lupin said, with a thoughtful look, `Dumbledore's patronus was a phoenix. If yours changed to one, then . . . well, there will be more time later to understand it later. We should all settle down, and make sure everyone's alright, and start cleaning up.' He started down the stairs, back to the kitchen, and stopped short of the last six stairs.

`By the way Harry, what memory did you choose?' he asked. Harry told him it was of the hug he shared with Hermione, and Lupin gave Harry a smile.

`Well, I must say, it was a powerful memory to work on all those dementors.' He continued to smile, but Harry mentioned it only worked on the four around them. Lupin looked to him, and explained.

`It didn't just work on the ones around you. Other dementors, even on the other side of The Burrow, saw the phoenix, and scuttled away.' He looked back down the stairs, and went back into the kitchen.

Harry took another deep breath, and tiredly went back into the kitchen.

A/N - Some might ask why Harry was so open to Ron and Hermione dating, and it's because at the moment, feelings for Hermione haven't started to surface exactly. He's still their friends, and he wants to support them for now.

Spell / Name Meanings -
Amelia - A play off of the character Emilia from “A Winter's Tale” by W. Shakespeare. In the play, she is one of Hermione's ladies-in-waiting (yes, this is the play that Hermione's name is from). I thought staying with the Shakespeare there would be interesting
Athimus - Just a name I made up, no real meaning
Alcrux - The end star of the constellation Crux in the southern sky, which is shaped like a cross (hence the name Crux). The name is meant to have a religious connection.

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CHAPTER FOUR

The Silver Locket

The remainder of the night at The Burrow was spent awake by everyone. Members of the Order went through the remaining guests, and found that all of them were alright, with the exception of two children in need of large amounts of chocolate. The Weasley's, Hermione, and Harry went ahead with clearing away the tables, cutlery resting unused on them, and chairs.

Harry felt sorry for Bill and Fleur, their wedding feast gone to ruin. The majority of the food still sat on the kitchen table, and was over the course of the night, eaten by those who helped clean up. The Delacour's stayed the night, helping as well, with the only exception of Mr. Delacour. He Apparated back to France shortly after midnight, making sure everyone there was safe.

When the sun rose in the morning, all the guests had made it safely home. Only the Weasley's, Delacour's, Harry, Hermione, and Lupin remained at The Burrow, made normal again, tables gone, the white tent packed up into the Weasley's attic.

Mad-Eye departed once he found everyone was alright, and Tonks and Shacklebolt had to go to the Ministry to report the attack. Harry felt very tired, and even though he had not asked more about his patronus to Lupin, he wanted very much to go to sleep.

As Harry drowsily sat down at the kitchen table, which now stood clean of food, he felt the lack of sleep overpowering him. Just as his head started to droop, his eyes closing slowly, a thump from the doorway cause him to jerk back awake. Lupin had come in from outside, looked around the room, and sat across from Harry.

`Harry, I'm surprised. I was expecting you to ask me all night about your patronus, yet you've barely said anything since the attack. Are you alright?' he asked amiably. Harry slowly nodded his head as he looked at the grey haired man, feeling himself momentarily falling asleep each time it inclined downwards. Lupin took out his wand, and conjured two cups of steaming butterbeer. Harry took a sip of his appreciatively, and looked up.

`I've just been . . . thinking, and I'm tired, that's all' he murmured. It was true, he had thought quite a bit while helping with the clean up. His mind raced with thoughts about his patronus, Hermione and Ron, Ginny, and what was to come in the next few months. The dementor attack reminded Harry of how big a threat Voldemort was. While at Privet Drive, he did not feel the danger as much, but now understood how the whole wizarding community felt.

`Thinking about what Harry?' Lupin asked. Harry could tell he was trying to fill Sirius' shoes, being the one Harry asked advice for. He knew Lupin just as long as Sirius, however they had a different connection. He felt his worries with Hermione and Ron where his own, and asking about it would not help, as well as his situation with Ginny. He decided to ask about his patronus, knowing Lupin already planned on telling him about it.

`As I said last night, your patronus changed, probably due to seeing Dumbledore die. I never really taught you everything about them. They take the shape of something that reflects the caster. Your patronus was a stag, because you are so much like your father, I mean, you even look like him. You resembled him so much, that you didn't even know it until Sirius told James' animagus form was a stag. It works much the same for Hermione. Hers, if I saw correctly, is an otter, which symbolizes curiosity, grace, and strength in character, all of which Hermione has.

`Now sometimes they change. Since the patronus reflects something of the caster, if the caster is changed, then it is changed as well. You might have seen that Nymphadora's patronus changed after Sirius' death. It was, before his death, a leopard, probably showing her cunning and hidden attributes. After his death, she was very distraught and sad. Since she changed, her patronus did too. Now she claims it's a Werewolf, but I personally believe it's a large dog, much like was Sirius was in his animagus form. She believes it's a Werewolf for -- well, for reasons. For me, I think it changed to a dog, not a Werewolf, because it reflects her feelings of loss. Your case is different though.'

Lupin looked around the kitchen, evidently seeing if anyone was around to hear. He moved closer to Harry, the creases on his face more apparent in the angled sunlight. He leaned slightly in on the table, and spoke in a quieter tone.

`In your case Harry, the death of Dumbledore must have affected you very much. It changed you enough to make you different than your father. I can understand, since Dumbledore always had a special place for you in his heart, and I can imagine it worked the other way too.' Harry nodded, and Lupin continued. `The interesting part comes in figuring out why your patronus changed specifically to a phoenix.

`You see, Voldemort was always scared to face Dumbledore. He avoided it as much as possible, and his Death Eaters knew this. The dementors also knew, and that is why they fled last night. They saw the phoenix, and how powerful it was, and believed Dumbledore was here. They are afraid of him as much as Voldemort is. Now I have done some thinking myself about why it would change to a phoenix, and I can only surmise one reason. I think, that it's because you are more like Dumbledore now.'

Harry wondered if Lupin's butterbeer was spiked. How could Harry be like Dumbledore? Dumbledore was the greatest wizard in the world, with a plethora of knowledge Harry could never have. Harry remembered when Dumbledore would walk into a room, and radiate energy and power. Harry could never have that, and even if he did, not at his age at least. `That's not possible,' said Harry. `How can I be more like Dumbledore?'

`Well, I think only one big factor comes into play here: Voldemort is scared of you too Harry. He has tried countless times to kill you, yet you've always managed to escape. You have, whether you realize it or not, the makings of a great wizard in you. You must of course understand that Dumbledore was your age at sometime, and was not as great in his younger years. He was able to perform magic beyond his years, much like you.

`I think it's much the same now as it was with your stag patronus. You didn't realize how much you were like James until after you found out about his animagus form. This is the same' expressed Lupin. He looked at Harry for a moment, and stood up.

`You should go and get some sleep. Most of the others have gone for a nap, and you had it worst than most of them. Go ahead, things will be fine' he reassured.

`Thanks Remus' smiled Harry, as he stood up, and walked towards the staircase. As he bound upwards, he went over the thoughts in his head.

It did make some sense that his patronus would change after Dumbledore died. It affected him very profoundly, not having the voice of wisdom there. Harry walked into Ron's room, finding Ron lying diagonally on his bed, sleeping noisily. The window had been closed and draped, making the room relatively dark. Next to Ron's bed, a small second bed was there for Harry. Harry, very unceremoniously, fell onto the bed, and fell asleep instantly.

Harry felt he had been asleep for only a few seconds, when he was woken up by the creak of the door being opened. Harry stirred slowly, noticing his glasses had slid down his face. He quickly put them on, and looked to the doorway.

Hermione was there, holding a tray of food. Harry glanced at Ron's bed, and found it was empty. He looked at the window quickly, and could tell the sun was low on the horizon, telling him it was late in the day. Hermione walked into the room, putting the tray down on Ron's bed, and went over to open the drapes slightly. Sunlight poured into the room, and it took Harry a few seconds to adapt to the light. He sat up, and looked to Hermione who smiled.

`I brought you some food. How are you feeling?' she asked timidly, moving back onto Ron's bed. Harry turned around groggily on his bed, and faced Hermione, wiping his eyes to see clearly. She passed the tray to Harry, who glanced at it, putting it down next to him. It seemed to have an array of food from the previous night that was not eaten. He decided he would eat after Hermione left.

`I'm alright.'

`Harry, do you have any idea why your patronus changed?' she asked curiously.

`Yeah, I talked to Lupin about it this morning. He said it was because I saw Dumbledore die. Said something about a patronus reflected the caster, and that I changed. He said that it being a phoenix might be because I'm . . . well, Lupin said I'm more like Dumbledore, although I can't see how' said Harry evenly. Hermione nodded.

`I figured as much. I did some reading about patronus', and they sometimes change after having something big affect you. And I don't know what you're talking about, I can see resemblances between you and Dumbledore' she articulated confidently. Harry gave her a quizzical look, and asked what connections.

`Well, you both are skilled wizards, leaders, and, if I might say so, excellent teachers. Look at the patronus I made. You taught me how to do that. Without the DA, I would not have been able to.' She smiled, and motioned Harry to eat. She was getting up to leave, when Harry suddenly blurted out words he instantly regretted.

`I saw you and Ron . . . up here, before the feast' he muttered. Harry hated himself for asking, and wished he could take it back. This was something between the two of them, and it was not his place to interfere with it. He was going to apologize, but Hermione stopped in the doorway. She paused for a moment, sat back down, and was again, avoiding Harry's eyes by looking at her feet.

'Let me explain' she said quietly.

'Ron and I . . . well, after the funeral, we talked a bit about things, and we have been owling each other quite a bit. When I got here, he was . . . well, like I said, down and out. I came up here to tell him to not to get all upset about it, and I don't know. I gave him a hug, and when I looked up, we ended up kissing. You must have walked in then. I had a feeling you saw something, because you looked pretty shocked, but I kept quiet. I talked to Ron afterwards, just to tell him to keep it quiet for the moment, so we could talk about it today.' She finally looked at Harry, very intently.

`Harry, I want to know if it's OK with you about me and Ron. Please tell me, truthfully, is it OK?' she asked, giving Harry a hopeful look.

Harry looked at her, weighing his options. He knew it would change how they were friends. He knew he would probably become a third wheel, but on the other hand, he shouldn't say no just because of himself. That would be selfish, and this is something both of them want. He decided, and smiled.

'I have no problems with you and Ron. He's liked you long enough, it's about time the oaf finally did something about it' he said laughingly. She smiled back, and giggled, something quite un-Hermione like.

'How are you getting along with Ginny?' she asked, sounding happier with Harry's response. Harry frowned.

'Well, I'm hoping she'll be OK. She usually bounces back alright, but I can imagine it'll take time' he replied.

'Don't worry, I'll talk to her. She'll be alright' she sympathized. She stood, and walked to the door, again motioning Harry to eat. He smiled again, and dove into his food.

Just as Harry finished his meal, Ron came into the room, and sat down on his bed. He asked Harry about his patronus as well, and Harry told him a shortened version of the story he told Hermione.

`Blimey, more like Dumbledore' he said after Harry finished. Harry wasn't feeling like retelling the exact conversation to Ron, and was more worried about the night before and if everyone was alright, so he asked.

`Everyone's OK. Mum isn't very happy that the wedding was messed up, but dad was just happy no one was really hurt. Bill and Fleur went to France with the Delacours once everything was cleaned up. The garden was messed up a lot last night, but it's back to normal' said Ron gruffly, as he laid back on his bed.

The mentioning of the garden pushed the last nights events out of Harry's mind, and brought back the visions from his dream.

`Ron, I had a dream a few weeks ago on the Hogwarts Express. It was of The Burrow. The Dark Mark was over it, and it was deserted' Harry said quickly. Ron sat up, and looked at Harry, a contemplative look on his face, his eyes thin with thought.

`Well, no one was there, right?' he asked. Harry nodded, and he continued, sounding elated. `Well, no worries then. Since you didn't see anyone, then no one was hurt. We must've gotten all out before anything happened' said Ron coolly.

Harry had not thought of it that way, but he had not mentioned the presents of Nagini at the house, or the eerie feeling when he was running inside looking for the Weasley's. He mentioned these both to Ron, his attitude staying the same.

`Don't worry Harry. Tell my dad about it, but I'm not too worried. Seems in the dream we get out alright. Com'on, lets get downstairs,' he said, motioning to the door. Harry picked up his food tray, and followed Ron downstairs to the kitchen, where Charlie, Ginny, and Hermione were sitting at the table. They all seemed rested, but still on edge after the last night's events.

`I know Ginny, but you won't know until August' said Charlie, looking thoroughly annoyed. Ginny was sitting opposite him, looking out the window. `Hi Harry, how you feeling?' asked Charlie, turning towards the stairwell.

`I'm fine. What won't you know until August?' asked Harry. Ginny continued to look out the window, not responding to Harry.

`Well, Ginny here is worried Hogwarts won't be open in September, but I keep telling her she won't find out until the letters come, which is in August' said Charlie firmly. Ginny was looking longingly out the window, no doubt hoping to see an owl flying towards The Burrow. She gave a sigh, and turned towards Charlie.

`I'm not just waiting for that, my OWL results should be here soon. I know I did awful in Potions, but I'm hoping for a pass' she said somberly. Harry had almost forgotten that she had just finished her OWL's and the results came before the usual Hogwarts letters.

`I'm sure they'll come in soon Ginny' said Harry, giving her a quick smile, hoping she would look at him at least. She gave sigh, and looked back to the window. `Where's your mum and dad?' Ginny exused herself, and went outside. Charlie now gave a sigh, and answered Harry.

`Dad's at work, and Mum is outside. She was nice, and didn't ask us to degnome or help with the garden today' he said nicely. Ron and Harry made their way to the sitting room, where Hermione joined them.

`Don't fret about Ginny, she'll come around eventually. I'm just worried that we weren't able to tell any of the Order about the address' she said, looking concerned.

Harry forgot about telling the Order about the new address, and now everyone was gone. He looked back on the night, and noticed there were few times they could have actually told people anyways; but the chance of getting that many Order members together again is minimal.

`Well, we can at least tell Ron's family, and I'm sure Remus will be back before we leave' pointed out Harry. Ron looked puzzled at the conversation, and somewhat annoyed that he didn't know what they were talking about. Harry saw this, and told Hermione to tell him about Grimmauld. She took out a quill, and parchment, and wrote down a quick note. She handed the paper over to Ron, who read it quickly. He looked taken aback as Hermione quickly took the paper back, and set it on fire.

`You renamed Grimmauld!? But that means . . . wait a minute! Hermione's your secret keeper!' flabbergasted Ron, as both Harry and Hermione made frantic attempts to keep him quiet. Harry nodded, putting his finger to his lips, and Ron's mouth opened in shock.

`When did you do that?' mouthed Ron. Harry explained how they went to Grimmauld after getting off the Hogwarts Express with Professor Flitwick. Ron only closed his mouth a minute or two after gawking at both Hermione and Harry.

`So that's why you two both left so quickly that day. I was asking Mum about it, but she said to mind my own business. So how are you going to tell the other Order members?'

`Well, we're going to have to deal with that when it happens. Let me go show you what I've been studying' said Harry merrily. There was nothing they could do about it now, and Harry wanted to show them what he was practicing. The three of them got up, went ahead and gave the new address to Charlie, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley, and walked over to a clear area of grass to practice spells.

Hermione was surprised to see how easily Harry could do some non-verbal spells, and his new wandless spell for getting out of Petrificus Totalus. Harry found it worked also on Stunning Spells too. Once it started to get dark, the three of them returned to the house, where they found Mr. Weasley returned from work, along with Tonks and Lupin.

`How have you three been doing today?' asked Mr. Weasley as they entered the kitchen. Lupin smiled when Harry mentioned the spells he learned on his own and were practicing, and they all sat down at the dinner table to eat. During the dinner, Hermione went ahead and gave Grimmauld's new address to Mr. Weasley, Lupin, and Tonks.

Once dinner was finished, it was time for Harry to return to Privet Drive. He said goodbye to the Weasley's, Hermione, and Tonks, and followed Mr. Weasley and Lupin to the lawn in front of The Burrow, where the three of them Apparated back to Privet Drive. When they arrived in the backyard, Harry stopped them from entering the house.

`It's best if we talk back here' assured Harry. Lupin and Mr. Weasley nodded in agreement, and moved away from the door.

`OK, so did Professor McGonagall talk to you about what's planned for your birthday?' asked Lupin. Harry nodded, and asked who would be his guard.

`Well, me, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, Nymphadora- sorry, Tonks. It'll take a while for me to get used to that' Lupin commented, smiling at Harry. 'Anyways, we're keeping the guard smaller; we don't want to attract too much attention. We will be here at quarter to midnight the night of the 30th.' Mr. Weasley now looked at his watch, and motioned Lupin away from Harry.

`Sorry Harry, but we have to get back. I'll make sure to tell Ron and Hermione to keep the owls going' said Mr. Weasley. Harry suddenly remembered he had to tell him about his dream, and waved his hands hoping to stop the two of them from Apparating away. He reached them, and told Mr. Weasley his concerns. Mr. Weasley looked distressed about the dream.

`OK, thank you for telling me Harry. I'll tell Molly about it, and we will make sure nothing happens, OK? Alright, now, go ahead inside. Keep the training up, and we'll see you in a few weeks' he reassured. Harry nodded, and with a quick handshake, Lupin and Mr. Weasley Apparated away.

Harry took a deep breath, turned, and entered the kitchen. He told his uncle, who was sitting in the sitting room watching a boxing match with Dudley, that he was home. He received a wave of a pudgy hand in response, and went ahead to his room, putting away his clothes and planning his next few weeks.

Meanwhile outside, a small bush next to the fence in the backyard gave a rustle, and a disheveled rat scurried out. The rat gave a quick glance to the house, and scuttled off through a hole in the fence.

*

By the morning of July 30th, Harry was more than ready to leave Privet Drive. His aunt and uncle made a week long joke of the wedding Harry attended. Even though Harry told them it was just like a normal wedding (although he did not know exactly what a muggle wedding was like, and he neglected to mention the Dementors), they seemed not to hear. He was glad when they found it less funny, and finally dropped it.

Harry spent most of his time inside still, trying to go over everything he needed to do over the next few months. He knew searching for the Horcruxes was top on the list, but getting to Grimmauld and going to Godric's Hollow was first. Plus, while in he stayed at Privet Drive, he could not really do any searching or thinking about Horcruxes. He knew he would need to actually go to different places, and get help from Ron and Hermione.

Hermione and Ron continued to send owls during his last few weeks at Privet Drive. The Order decided for both Harry's and others safety that Hermione and Ron could not come to Privet Drive. The biggest concern was if Death Eaters were watching the house for people entering and leaving. Harry was upset about this decision, however understood the repercussions. If Death Eaters were watching Number Four, and if Hermione or Ron came here, they could be identified and put at risk, which is the last thing Harry wanted.

Harry woke, and found July 30th was much like that of the wedding, clear and warm. He got up, and got ready for the day. He had been cleaning his room up during the past few days, and little was left to pack. Once he ate breakfast, he made sure everything was packed in his trunk. He wanted to be ready ahead of time, to make his departure as quick as possible. He neglected to tell his aunt or uncle about leaving, and planned too at supper time.

As he packed his trunk with the last items from his room, he was reminded of things from his past. He picked up his photo album that Hagrid gave him as he left in his first year. He opened it, and his parents waved back. Harry smiled, and put the album carefully in the trunk, on top of his Hogwarts robes.

Next were the shard remains of his old Nimbus Two-Thousand. He was surprised to find them, forgetting that he had kept them. He took them, wrapped them in a small bag, and placed them in the trunk, along with his intact broom--his wonderful Firebolt. Once everything he owned was in his trunk, which notably still had space, he took it and moved it to the end of his bed. He sat down, and looked around the room.

He called this his room for 6 years, and was now leaving it forever. He did not like Privet Drive, with all the bad memories of his childhood. Nevertheless, this room was his sanctuary. Even though his uncle locked him in here, he was able to do what he wanted within the confines of these walls. He felt he would miss the room, even though it was originally just a storage room for Dudley's broken toys.

At supper that night, Harry had no choice but to tell his uncle, aunt, and Dudley that he would be leaving forever. As Vernon finished telling Harry's aunt about a customer that came in that day by taking a sip of water, Harry stole the opportunity to tell him.

`I'm leaving tonight, for good' he announced quickly. Vernon spat his water, turning as he did trying not to get it on the table and instead, pelting Dudley with the full brunt.

He put his empty glass down, and looked at Harry with an almost insane look of happiness on his face. Petunia, seeming less ebullient for some reason, was listening to Harry carefully, something she never did. Dudley, in the mean time, was trying to dry himself off.

`Leaving. Leaving! For good? Oh, I've waited for this day!' boasted Vernon, getting up from the table and reaching to the top of the cabinet behind him, and pulling out a small bottle of liquor.

He grabbed two small glasses, handed one to Petunia. He poured the amber coloured liquor in the two glasses, excitedly toasted, and drained his glass, Petunia following suite. They hugged each other, and sat back down with large smiles on their faces.

`How soon are you gone boy?' he asked, refilling his drink.

`Tonight, just before midnight' responded Harry irritably. He stood up, and moved to the kitchen with his plate. He did not want to be in the room as they celebrated Harry's coming departure. He quickly returned to his room, as he heard Uncle Vernon talking about what to do with Harry's soon to be empty room. Harry entered the room, and was surprised to see a small creature standing next to his bed.

It was small, with large green eyes, and very bizarre clothes, which included a number of hats, a red sweater, and an innumerable amount of socks.

`Harry Potter! Dobby has been waiting to see you!' said the house elf excitedly.

`Dobby! What are you doing here? Why have you been waiting to see?' asked Harry, as he sat down on his bed. Dobby walked quickly to Harry, and looked at him grimly.

`Harry Potter is in danger, and Dobby has come to help in his time of need!' announced Dobby. Harry understood that he was in danger, he was always in danger now. Why would Dobby come to help though? He was protected here until midnight, but he was leaving with the guard before hand.

`How am I in danger Dobby?' Harry asked. Dobby looked around the room, and moved closer to Harry.

`Harry Potter must be careful tonight. Mr. Lupin sent me to bring your trunk to your new home, and told me to warn you. Be careful and remember your questions Harry Potter!' whispered Dobby gravely, putting a hand on Harry's trunk and Hedwig's empty cage, and snapping his fingers. With a crack, Dobby, the trunk, and cage vanished.

Harry was glad he had his wand in his pocket, that he let Hedwig out to hunt, and that he packed earlier. He understood Dobby's warning, just to make sure Harry had his questions ready for the guard.

He looked at his watch, and found he had just under three hours left until he was leaving. He did not know how the guard was getting him to Grimmauld. He remembered last time they came for him, and the long broom ride it took to get to Grimmauld. They couldn't be taking brooms, because his had just vanished, along with all his other possessions.

Harry decided to take the time, make sure nothing was left, and try to rest. He did not sleep much the night before, excited over the last day at the Dursley's. He tried hard to sleep, however his excitement was tripled now. The idea of finally leaving the Dursley's was something Harry dreamed and wished for years.

Harry started thinking of how he would celebrate when he arrived at Grimmauld when suddenly, a knock came at the door. No one ever knocked on Harry's door. Usually, Uncle Vernon would just unlock the door, and trample in. Harry got up, went to the door, and opened it causiously.

Aunt Petunia was standing outside, looking down the hallway. She looked back at Harry, and he found she looked sad, or at least what sad might look like on Petunia. He asked what was wrong, and she motioned Harry down the hallway towards her and Uncle Vernon's room. Harry was hesitant to follow, but saw a small amount of hope in Aunt Petunia's eyes, and followed her down the hallway. She opened the door, and he followed.

Their room was about twice the size of Harry's. A queen size bed with white sheets was against the closest wall in the centre. There was a light wood vanity and armoire located on the other walls, both of which where spotlessly clean.

As Harry looked around the room, still standing in the doorway, Aunt Petunia was going into the bottom of the armoire, and retrieved a small cardboard box, placing it on the top of the vanity. Harry moved slowly to the opposite side of the vanity, looked at Petunia, and was surprised to see she was crying as she sat down in the seat.

Harry didn't know what to say. He had no idea why she asked him to come into her and Uncle Vernon's room, let alone why she got this box. It had no marks on the outside, and was closed by one piece of tape. She took off the tape, still sniffling, and put the box in front of Harry.

`Open it' she said, taking a tissue out dabbing her eyes. Harry took the box, and slowly lifted the lid.

The box was empty, at least at first glance. When Harry looked closer, he saw a small circular locket lying on the bottom. It was silver, with a plain outside, and about the size of a five pence piece. Harry looked to his aunt, who motioned Harry to open it. Harry opened the locket, and was surprised to find two faces staring back at him.

There, inside the silver locket, was a picture of Harry's mother Lily on one side, and on the other, a picture of Harry's father James. Harry stood stunned in his aunt and uncle's bedroom, while Petunia looked on. The pictures where wizards pictures, so both Lily and James waved to Harry. Harry was going to ask his aunt about it, when she answered his unasked question.

`It was Lily's. We, sorry, I was told to give it to you when you where old enough. Of course, I forgot about it until a few days ago. Since you're leaving tonight, I'm giving it to you now' she finished. She had finished crying, and was now watching Harry sympathetically.

Harry thought about it over in his head how to respond. She kept this in her room all this time, and never gave it to him. She says she forgot, which could be true, but Harry felt torn between yelling about keeping the locket from him, and thanking her for giving it to him. He resolved to thank his aunt. She did keep it all this time, even though she tried as hard as possible to forget Harry's mother. Also, Harry just noticed, Petunia used his mother's first name just now.

`Thank you Aunt Petunia' said Harry. She stood up, and quickly motioned Harry to the door. She checked to make sure no one was around, and Harry returned to his room. Once Harry was inside, he turned the light on, and examined the locket closer.

It was silver, fairly light in weight, with a silver chain. No marks were present on the outside, and when Harry opened it again, his parents smiled up at him. He saw the edges of the pictures where worn, and took them out carefull. Underneath, he was surprised to find a tiny inscribing.

To my
dearest Lily

All my love
James

Harry read the inscribing, and realized this locket was his mother's, given to her by his father. Harry felt a warm feeling in his heart, at the knowledge it was his mother's. He now had one item of each of his parents; his fathers cloak, and now, his mother's locket. Harry, sitting in his room, on his bed to which he would never sleep in again, was suddenly overcome with emotion.

Harry now had no family left. His parents dead before he knew them, his godfather dead for over a year now, and Harry's last person, Dumbledore, was now gone too. Harry had wished so much over his lifetime that his parents lived, and that he would have had a normal life. He had no memories of his parents and up to now, only one thing to connect to them, his father cloak. Now, with his mother's locket, Harry felt alone, and far away. As memories of times he wished for his mother and father started pouring into his mind, tears started to fall on his lap as he held his head in his hands, his right one still holding onto the locket.

Harry tried to calm himself down, and relax. He realized how he never really had a chance to reflect like this about his life up to now, and decided determinately that this was not the time. He wiped his eyes, and decided to put the locket on. It did not look as foolish as he thought it would, it having been for a girl. The locket was small enough to look like a small silver disk. Harry checked his watch, and saw it was 9:38pm. The guard would be here in almost two hours. Harry laid down on his bed, and closed his eyes, hoping to sleep, but settled with a rest.

His mind was doing back flips, racing along with so many thoughts. The Horcruxes, Ron and Hermione, the Order, his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, and surprisingly, Aunt Petunia, all continued to surface in his thoughts as he lay in the darken room. Harry tried hard to enjoy the last few hours in the protected house, his thoughts not allowing it. Harry sat up after what felt like ten minutes, turned on the light, and looked to his watch. To his surprise, it read 11:29pm. He had been laying on his bed mulling over his thoughts for almost two hours. Shaking his head to keep alert, Harry surveyed the room, taking one last glance at his room, and closed the door behind him.

When he got downstairs, he found, to his surprise and dismay, all the Dursley's up and in the living room. Watching the late newscast on the television, they looked at him enter and sit down carefully. The news anchor was reporting on an unexplained car crash just outside Manchester that killed all the occupants. Harry and the Dursley's now looked at the anchor woman.

`The father of the family driving the car somehow ended up veering off the road, and into a ravine, where the car sunk quickly. The Boot family of Preston, Lancashire, father Thomas, mother Margaret, and two sons Alex and Terry, all perished. Driving conditions where normal, and no skid marks were found on the roadway. Police have released no other information, and are investigating further' said the anchor. Harry was struck with horror as he listened.

Terry Boot was in Harry's year at Hogwarts, except in Ravenclaw. He remembered when he saw him get sorted, and in their fifth year, when he asked why Hermione wasn't in Ravenclaw because she was so smart. He was a muggleborn, so his family knew nothing of magic.

It was not an accident, but a murder. Harry remembered Dumbledore talking about the Riddle murders, and how odd they were to muggles. This car accident had the same feeling, and Harry knew it was Voldemort's doing.

Vernon gave a grunt, and changed channels. `News is so depressing these days. What's happening to this bloody country!' He found a channel that suited him better, which had a show about vacationing in Italy. His uncle rearranged himself in his seat, and cleared his throat.

`So, you're finally leaving tonight?' he asked, and Harry nodded back to his uncle. To Harry's disbelief, Vernon did not smile back in his usual victorious mood, but instead, wore an unhappy frown. Vernon looked to Petunia, who looked sad, then stood up.

`Yes, well, good luck there boy. Make sure not to come back. I'm going to bed' he said evenly, leaving the room, and thumping up the stairs. Dudley made a grab for the remote control, and switched the television to one of his newest liked shows. Harry looked to his watch again, and stood up, seeing that the guard would be here in ten minutes.

As Harry made his way to the kitchen, he was surprised to see Aunt Petunia moving to the kitchen as well. He entered, and she followed, taking a seat at the table and looking sad and upset. Harry asked what was wrong, and she looked down at the table and answered.

`I'm . . . I'm sorry Harry. I realize how horrible your uncle and I have been' she expressed, giving Harry a sorrowful look. Harry was taken aback by this remark, seeing how in years past she would always try and blame everything on him, and get mad at him so easily.

`I don't understand' he said, `why are you saying this now?'

`Because you're leaving. Last summer, Dumbledore spoke the truth, whether I like it or not. And as much as I am disgusted by your kind, you are family, so I apologize.' Harry was mystified. Not only was she apologizing, she knew Dumbledore's name, and, he remembered, what dementors were. This would be the last time he would see his Aunt, so he had nothing to loose by asking.

`Aunt Petunia' he started cautiously, `how do you know about Dumbledore and dementors?'

She took a long breath, and gave a glance towards the living room, where the television was playing Dudley's program. She motioned Harry to sit down across from her, and he did. Harry so far figured he was alright, considering she did not start ranting and raving at him.

`I remember when your mother got her letter. Like I told you, Mum and Dad were so proud of her. I was, of course, disgusted by it at first. A witch, in our family' she said weakly.

Harry leaned towards the table, and listened carefully.

`She went to that awful school, and I continued a normal life. Mum and Dad always told me how much they wished for me to be a witch too, and it disgusted me they didn't see the truth. I thought I'd have no choice the day I received my letter.' At this comment, Harry lost control, and his mouth fell open in shock.

'You received a Hogwarts letter?' Harry asked in surprise. Petunia lowered her head, and nodded slowly.

'I remember the afternoon the owl came. Luckily, I was in my room, and it came through the window; scared me half to death. It was an acceptance letter like the one Lily received. I didn't want to be like Lily though. She always was first for everything, and there I was; the runner up. I didn't want that in my life, especially as a horrible witch. So, I took the letter, and burned it in my spiteful, and I'll admit, childish mood. Your grandparents never suspected, and although they were sad about it, I was not'

`So you can do magic?' Harry asked tentatively.

`No, I've never done magic. I never wanted to' she answered, sighing tiredly. `Truth be told' she continued, lifting her head and looking at Harry, `as time went on, I became . . . jealous of Lily and being a witch.'

`Jealous?'

`Your grandparents were always proud of her accomplishments and her talent. The oldest child, succeeding so well at school, living in a world they could only dream of, the first to marry . . . I was always second to your mother. I detested her for it, and I started hating myself as well. I won't lie, sometimes I wondered what would have happened if I had entered your world . . .'

`But how do you know about Dumbledore, and dementors?' Harry reiterated.

`Lily and James were at your grandparents house just before their wedding, and I was just leaving from a visit. I used the loo before I left, and overheard them talking about dementor attacks to your grandparents. They explained what they were, and learned that way.

`The first time I heard from Dumbledore when I burned my letter when I was eleven. He sent me a letter asking why I did not accept the invitation to Hogwarts, but I did not reply. I was focused on not being like Lily. After that, I heard nothing from him until the night you showed up on my doorstep, and he left a note telling me what I had to do for you.'

`I was torn with what to do with you. You were a symbol of everything I hated; Lily, and the magical world. So, I treated you in a manner befitting that hatred. Dumbledore wrote asking how you were as you grew up, and I informed him that you were alright. Mrs. Figg helped me with the owls, so Vernon would not suspect anything; however I disliked having to deal with those wretched owls.' Harry, at this point, had to interrupt.

`Wait, you knew that Mrs. Figg was a squib?' he asked astonished. Petunia nodded, and Harry continued. `Is that why you sent me there?'

`At first, when you where younger, it was alright for me to make quick trips there so Dumbledore would not intrude. Eventually, I decided that it would be easier for Mrs. Figg to do it, so we sent you there once a year. She would see how you where, and tell Dumbledore. He left me alone, only until that night dementors came' Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing.

`When the letter came, it was Dumbledore telling me to remember his last note. Mrs. Figg gave it to me during that summer. It told me to keep you in the house, or you would die at the hands of the same man that killed your parents.

`At first I kept you safe because I didn't want Dumbledore to interfere with my life; but after all the hate and anger I put to both you and Lily, I felt this was something I had to do. Lily gave her life to save you, and I knew what was waiting for you outside this house. I decided after all those years of being childish with my sibling jealousy and envy over your mother's accomplishments, to do the right thing for once. I kept you here, to protect you, which was what Dumbledore first asked of me.' She took a short breath at this point, but continued on.

`It was hard to sell to Vernon, nevertheless he forgot about it with time. Now my task is done, and you are leaving. Again, I'm sorry for how we have treated you, and please, do not tell Vernon or Dudley of what I have done' she finished. Harry nodded, and the two stood up. Petunia moved around to the other side of the table, and looked sadly at Harry.

`Be safe' she said. Harry nodded again, and Petunia did something she never did before. She gave Harry a hug.

Harry was caught off balance by this mentally. Just hours before, she was toasting to his leaving the house, and now she was hugging him goodbye. He wondered if he would ever understand such a bizarre night.

The hug itself was light, however Harry accepted it. To finally see some compassion from Petunia was a welcome change, even if it was only minutes before he was leaving. Petunia let go, and left the kitchen, and went upstairs to her and Vernon's room silently. Harry turned, and gave a big sigh, trying to piece parts of what Petunia said into a picture that would make sense. It would be, Harry could tell, a big picture.


Just as he was about to take a seat, a knock came at the back door, startling Harry slightly. Harry moved to the window and looked out, and he was happy to see Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye waiting for him. The talk with Petunia left him disoriented, totally forgetting the guard. Lupin waved to Harry, and moved closer to the door.


`OK Harry, here's your question: why were you a little upset at the wedding?' asked Lupin. Harry remembered and told Lupin it was because he wasn't in the wedding party.

Lupin smiled, `that's right Harry, now ask us our questions quickly' he said, pointing to his wrist. Harry looked at the clock, and noticed it was already 11:46pm. Harry went ahead and asked Mad-Eye, Kinglsy, and Tonks their questions. All answered correctly (although Tonks needed to answer twice to get it correct. Harry attributed it to her nerves). At last came Lupin, with a simple question Harry knew he would answer correctly.

`Alright Remus, why do you think my patronus changed?' He knew the question was simple, since they only talked about it a few weeks before.

`Ah yes,' he said, glancing at the others. `If I remember correctly, we agreed it was because of the stress of the situation. There were a lot dementors there that night, so it must have changed your patronus for the time. Now Harry, can we get going, it's getting close to midnight' said Lupin. Harry gave a fake smile, and quickly moved from the window against the wall, and stared blankly at the table with utter bewilderment.

Lupin gave the wrong answer. Lupin said it was from seeing Dumbledore die, and that he was more like Dumbledore. Giving Harry the wrong answer meant only one thing: these weren't Lupin and Order members, they were Death Eaters.

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CHAPTER FIVE

New Homes and New Heads

Suddenly struck with panic, Harry was at a loss as to what to do. He was only safe in the house for another five minutes, then the Death Eaters could storm in with no problem.

He had to think quickly. He wished the real Lupin told him of a back up plan, so he wouldn't feel so helpless. He couldn't take his broom, because it was at Grimmauld, along with everything else. He had his wand, but he doubted he could take all four Death Eaters on at once. Harry figured only one solution, to Apparate.

He knew he was underage, but the situation was dire, and he had no other option. As he started to focus on Grimmauld, the television gave a roar, and Harry remembered the Dursley's were inside. Even though he was worried about himself, he couldn't abandon them to be killed by Death Eaters. He decided to Apparate to backyard, hopefully to surprise the Death Eaters outside, then Apparate quickly to The Burrow to get help. He did not know if he could Apparate inside the house, so he figured to use the front door. As he started to move forward, the Death Eater Lupin seemed to start wondering.

`Harry? What's going on? We have to hurry' he said impatiently. Harry made a quick look outside the kitchen window, and saw the four of them were looking anxiously at the door, taking glances around the lawn periodically.

`I'll just be a second, I have to get my stuff from my room, then I'll be right down' falsely assured Harry. The Death Eaters couldn't know about Dobby, since the real Lupin sent him. He looked out the kitchen window again, and saw the Death Eater Mad-Eye whisper to the fake Lupin, the fake Lupin shaking his head. Harry quickly made his way to the front of the house, and looked out the window of the door.

Privet Drive was empty, and Harry quietly opened the door and exited. The instant he was outside, he closed the door, locked it with his wand, and quickly thought of the backyard and turned, Apparating with surprising ease. He seemed to have aimed very well. He stood in the shadows of the trees in the backyard, and none of the Death Eaters noticed him. He slowly pointed his wand at the fake Lupin.

`STUPEFY!'

The fake Lupin fell over rigid as a board, and the rest of them charged at the shadows, raining spells in every direction. Harry dodged the first three, thought quickly of the front yard at The Burrow, and turned, feeling the usual siphoning of Apparating, and hearing the enraged yells of the Death Eaters as he left.

The second his feat hit the ground, he knew something was wrong. Harry arrived at The Burrow, but it looked deserted. The windows were dark, and only the sound of the front door swaying eerily on its hinges filled the air. Harry looked around the house, and found no one. Harry slowly entered through the kitchen door, and the sight made him cringe with fear.

It was just as his dream. Food sat uneaten on the table, and was still warm like his dream. Harry looked around, and felt he still had to check the house. As he went up the stairs, he found no one home, with the house creaked slightly in the darkness. When he reached Ron's room, he hesitated to look out the window, but moved towards it. He looked out on the garden, and breathed a sigh of relief seeing no snake. He moved down the stairs, and back out into the lawn, still perplexed on were the Weasley's were. Just as he exited the kitchen, a noise from the behind made him jump. He turned around quickly to see men in black cloaks in the doorway.

`He's here!' shouted the taller one, and both shot Stunning Spells at Harry. With his Quidditch reflexes, Harry was able to dodge them, but one spell from a Death Eater leaning out of Ron's room knocked Harry over unable to move.

As the two Death Eaters slowly made their way to Harry, shouting others to their position, he quickly summoned his non verbal spell, and was freed. He was relieved to see he still held his wand. Harry took no time in thinking quickly of the front lawn of Grimmauld, and made a quick roll Apparating away.

After the third time Apparating, Harry felt queasy, and still very concerned. He looked up, and was relieved to see the front of Number Twelve and One Third. He got up from the ground, and ran quickly to the doorway and entered. Once Harry closed the door behind him, he was surprised to see the real Lupin coming towards him, along with Mrs. Weasley and Mad-Eye. All looked worried, except Mad-Eye who wore a disturbing smile.

`Good work Potter! Constant Vigilance!' he barked, giving Harry a gruff pat on the shoulder, and limping back to the kitchen where he came from. Harry explained the situation that happened at Privet Drive. Mrs. Weasley quickly went, and got the real Kingsley, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley to go and see if things at Privet Drive where alright, while Lupin explained why the guard didn't show up.

`You see Harry, we had a feeling Death Eaters would try to either attack you tonight, or try and get you, so I sent Dobby to warn you and get your stuff. We had him placed in your backyard to make sure things were OK. When we would turn up, we would tell him to go back to Hogwarts. So, when those Death Eaters showed up and didn't get him, Dobby Apparated back here to warn us. We figured you would stay inside until midnight, and we were just getting ready to leave, since it's still before midnight. I should have known you wouldn't sit around and wait. How did you get out?'

Harry told both Lupin and Mrs. Weasley about his trek to The Burrow, and asked why it was abandoned. Mrs. Weasley smiled, and explained.

`The Order decided that tonight You-Know-Who would probably try and get you. We already had Privet Drive watched, still there was a chance he might think you were coming to The Burrow.'

'After the dementor attack, it was definitely possible' Lupin added.

'So just in case, we came here. From what you said, we were lucky we did. Once everything is settled at Privet Drive, we'll have some Order members go to The Burrow' said Mrs. Weasley. As Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley, and Mr. Weasley were about to leave to check Privet Drive, Harry felt a wantingness to go with them and make sure the Dursley's were alright.

'Mr. Weasley?' Harry called, making the group turn around.

'What is it Harry? Mr. Wealsey asked.

`I need to go with you. It's my fault Death Eaters were there; I need to make sure they're alright' he explained. Inwardly, he laughed at his desire to make sure the Dursley's were safe—considering they never thought that way towards him—but he stopped short remembering Aunt Petunia protecting Harry by keeping him at Privet Drive. She took risk at doing that, and he owed both her and the Dursley's the same respect.

Mr. Weasley, turned to Lupin, and looked back at both Harry, and his wife. He must have seen the determination in Harry's eyes, because he nodded his head, and motioned Harry closer.

`Alright, you're an adult now, so you can choose. Just stay close to one of us please Harry. I don't know what we might run into, if anything' he said, wiping his brow. Harry agreed, and smiled when his watch beeped twice, signaling that Harry was now seventeen. He stood forward, and the group Apparated to Number Four Privet Drive.

His feet landing on the backyard grass, Harry was surprised he was here again; more so that he wanted to be here. Only a few hours before—one hour actually—he was reveling in the fact that he would be gone forever. Now, he returned in less than three minutes.

Looking around the dark backyard, the small group advanced slowly towards the back door. Nothing was moving around the back, and looking in through the windows, Harry found the scene much like he left it. The television was still blaring some particularly annoying show that was—of course—one of Dudley's favourites, and most of the lights were off.

`We should check inside, just in case' Lupin stated quietly, Kingsley agreeing. Mr. Weasley unlocked the back door, and entered the house, followed closely by Lupin, and Harry afterwards.

The kitchen was dark, but just the same as Harry saw ten minutes prior. It seemed things were alright, but the group was insistent in checking the entire house. Harry walked in to the sitting room, and startled Dudley a bit, since he had his wand out.

`What are you doin'? I thought you left already?' he asked shakily, his eyes focused on Harry's wand tip.

`I did. We needed to come and make sure things were alright.' Harry looked up out the window, and saw the cool summer night made the window foggy. It felt strange to Harry, because before he left, there was no fog in the window.

`Yeah well, you made enough noise leaving the first time. Made Mum and Dad wake up, thinking it was the neighbors fighting again' Dudley remarked, getting back into his show. Harry heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and found Lupin at the base.

`Looks alright. Death Eaters must have left after you did. Mr. Weasley is getting caught up in Muggle things, but Kingsley and Tonks are coaxing him down.' Lupin glanced out the front window, and did a double check at it, wiping some fog away from it.

`Harry . . . how long has this fog been here?' he asked worriedly.

`I dunno . . . couple of minutes. It wasn't here when I left' he explained. Lupin looked at Harry, and he realized what was going on.

`We need to get the family down here together, so we can protect them better. You stay with the boy' Lupin instructed hurriedly. Harry nodded, and Lupin bound up the stairwell yelled for the others. Harry re-entered the sitting room, and Dudley looked scared.

`What is it? What's going—oh com'on! Why does the power need to go off now!' he spat, smashing the controller to the television, which just turned off. Harry could feel the coolness fill his chest, and shivered as the all-too familiar feeling entered his soul.

A yell from upstairs snapped Harry's attention, as he heard Lupin's voice shout out his Patronus, followed by Tonks and Mr. Weasley. The entire house was blanketed by darkness, and Harry had a hard time even seeing Dudley, who was no more than two feet from him. He lit his wand tip, and moved it around the room, which was frosting on the surfaces.

`What are you doing? Harry, what are you doing!' Dudley yelled, getting up from his chair.

`It's dementors, not me. Just stay close, and try to think happy thoughts' he advised. A loud bang came from the front door, and Dudley whimpered and hunkered down on his seat as a coldness best associated with a winter storm surged through the sitting room, and cast Harry's mind into evil and painful thoughts.

Harry tried to remain standing, and moved closer to the front door. The coldness increased ten-fold, and he tried desperately to maintain focus. In the darkness, he saw the eerie hood of a dementor enter the house, and he thought back to his hug with Hermione.

`Expecto Patronum!' Harry yelled, casting a white cloud that pushed the dementor back into the doorway. It came forward again, followed by numerous others, and Harry dropped his wand, and clutched his head as memories of his parent's death began echoing in his mind.

Soon enough, his mother's screams filled his head as if she was right next to him, and the coldness seeped through his very veins as he lay on the sitting room floor. The dementors moved closer to Harry, and stayed away from the shadows were Dudley was sitting.

Opening up his eyes briefly, Harry saw Dudley, and desperately pushed his wand towards him. Harry could feel the dementors closing in, and with the Order members upstairs, Dudley was his only hope.

Dudley picked up the wand, and looked petrified at Harry. Harry pushed as hard as he could against the onslaught of horrible memories, to try and instruct Dudley.

`Think happy . . . Expecto . . . Patronum' he breathed, hoping Dudley could do it. Dudley looked at the wand horrified, and closed his eyes.

Harry clutched his neck as a dementor's long and cold hands wrapped around his throat. Harry could feel the dementor's putrid breath on his nose, and hope was gone from his mind.

`Expecto . . . Expecto Patronum!' came from the side of the room, and a large, silvery-white Grizzly bear came charging through the room. The dementor let go of Harry's neck, and escaped through the front door along with the others. Harry fell to the floor panting heavily, clutching his chest as the coldness subdued slightly. He looked over to the other side of the room as the bear dissolved, and found Dudley looking baffled at the creature.

`Good . . . work' Harry panted, trying to stand up, but failing. Dudley didn't bother coming to help, but instead fell back into his chair with Harry's wand still pointing outwards in his right hand. A thunder of footsteps came down the stairwell, and both Lupin and Mr. Weasley came in and helped Harry up.

`Harry, sweet Merlin, are you alright?' Mr. Weasley asked. Harry nodded, and motioned to Dudley, who still looked beyond shock and confusion. Lupin let go of Harry—since he could stand easier now—and tried to talk to Dudley, but was failing.

`What happened with him?' Lupin asked, turning back to Harry. `And why does he have your wand?'

`He saved me. He made a Patronus' Harry informed. Dudley's stare into empty space finally ceased, and he slowly turned his head towards Harry.

`A what?' he asked distantly.

`A Patronus. That was what you made. Must have been a good memory' Harry explained. Dudley slowly nodded, and looked at the group around him.

`My first win at boxing' he said. Mr. Weasley looked to ask a question—more than likely what boxing was—when both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon entered the room, and were about to hug Dudley, when they noticed the wand in his hand.

`Duddykins, why do you have that in your hand?' Petunia asked. Dudley dropped the wand instantly, and it fell with a clatter on the floor.

`Your son performed the Patronus Charm. You saw the spells we were performing, creating those silvery creatures; your son did that. Quite a feat from a muggle; you must have some magic in you' Mr. Weasley declared with a smile. He must have thought the Dursley's would be proud, but they were far from that.

`My Dudley . . . did . . . magic?' Petunia questioned disbelievingly, making it sound like she was surrounded by police, and being told Dudley robbed a bank. She was looking at Dudley for an answer, but he was in no condition to respond.

`He did. His Patronus was a Grizzly Bear' Harry explained. Vernon was about to retort, when Kingsley interrupted him.

`Enough, we need to get Harry back to Grimmauld. We can keep a guard or two to watch the house, but it should be alright. Should we Obliviate their memories?' he asked to Mr. Weasley.

`After Harry's back to Grimmauld. Remus, can you take him back? Don't worry Harry, everything will be fine' he reassured. Harry agreed, and bent down to pick up his wand when Dudley grabbed hold of his arm, and looked at him.

`Thanks . . . for telling me what to do. I didn't want to relive that memory again' he muttered. Harry picked up his wand, and knelt down close to Dudley. Both Petunia and Vernon were watching worriedly, as the Order members were working out who would be staying.

`What memory?' Harry asked. He did wonder what was Dudley's worst memory was, considering he was a bully, and probably had few that a normal person would consider bad.

Dudley moved forward, and shakily whispered into Harry's ear his worst memory, and Harry was surprised by the answer. Dudley sat back after his admission, and Harry stood up and gave him a smile.

`Eat some chocolate, and you'll feel fine' he insisted. Dudley nodded, and giving a smile to Petunia and Vernon, Harry, Lupin, and Tonks moved back into the back yard.

They all quickly Apparated back to Grimmauld, and as Harry was entering the house, he thought about Dudley's worst memory, which was in fact a memory from his first year at Smeltings.

He explained to Harry, that he, Dudley Dursley, was beaten up by some upper year students. Teasing and taunting all t he while, they ragged on him, then made him eat raw lunchroom food, and stuck his head into a toilet. It was, as Harry could tell, a horrible experience for an eleven year old, but more so for Dudley, since he was always the top bully around. Being put on the bottom rung of the bullying latter on the first day of school would be a horrible memory for a bully years later.

Being greeted by a thankful Mrs. Weasley, Lupin and Tonks went back to Privet Drive, and Harry entered the kitchen; finding Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Mad Eye sitting at the table. Hermione quickly ran from her chair, and gave Harry an immense hug muttering `thank god, thank god!' Harry returned the hug, and heard the beeping of his watch. He was now seventeen.

`We were so worried when Dobby came. Are things alright at Privet Drive' breathed Hermione, as she moved away, allowing Harry to regain his balance, and sitting back down in her chair. Ginny got up and actually looked at Harry, giving him a very light hug.

'It's good to see you Harry' she put simply, giving him a smile. He thanked her, glad she was up to talking to him now, and sat down next to Ron, who patted him on the back. Harry went ahead and told them what happened at Privet Drive, The Burrow, Dudley's Patronus, and the horrible news about Terry Boot.

`We heard about it in the Evening Prophet. Put the Ministry into chaos. Now all the muggleborn wizards and witches are worried' said Hermione, showing Harry the paper that had the same pictures of the car wreck from the newscast. Mrs. Weasley made an impromptu meal for Harry, and he was just finishing when Lupin and the others returned.

`We checked The Burrow' said Mr. Weasley, giving his wife an affectionate kiss on the cheek and coming to the table. `Things were messed about a little, but no one was there luckily. It was fortunate you Apparated so Death Eaters saw you. Chances are, since you Apparated away, they knew you wouldn't come back. But we should take extra care and wait until tomorrow to go back. And don't worry about the magic you did tonight Harry, I made a quick trip to the ministry with Tonks, and we settled everything.'

Now everyone sat around the table. Mrs. Weasley made a few sandwiches for everyone, and brought up a pitcher of butterbeer. The group went ahead and grabbed a sandwich and glass of butterbeer, and ate, talking about things going on in the wizarding world.

Harry was glad to hear he would be in no trouble with the ministry, and overwhelmingly happy to be away from Privet Drive forever now. The fact that this was his house, and his home, was too huge to comprehend at the moment. He enjoyed the company of his friends and continued to eat.

Harry asked Hermione and Ron when they arrived, and found out they arrived only minutes before Harry. Just as everyone finished, Lupin, Mad-Eye, Tonks, and Kingsley left for the night. They all promised Harry to return the next day to celebrate Harry's birthday, in what Tonks said `the proper manner.' Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's went ahead to sleep, and Harry relished in his new surroundings.

By morning, Grimmauld Place was bustling with activity. Mr. Weasley, Harry, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny sat at the kitchen table having breakfast planning their day. Mrs. Weasley was staying at Grimmauld to prepare for the party for Harry to happen later that night, with Ginny helping. It was going to be a small, with only Order members. Hermione also planned to tell some members the new address at the same time, which would work nicely.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione planned to go and get Apparation tests done at the Ministry, and were escorted by Mr. Weasley, since he had to go to work anyways.

The tests took a long time to actually get to. The waiting line was very long, and by time Harry and Ron got to their tests, it was mid afternoon. The three of them understood that it would take a long time, since many people where looking to get proper licenses, but they did not expected this many people. Harry begun to worry if he failed the test, it would make the whole trip a waste of time. When he entered the testing room, he received a thumbs up from Ron, and a good luck from Hermione.

The actual test was very simple. Harry had to first see a red X marked on the floor next to an old, bespectacled examiner. Then he would walk down a few hallways to a second examiner, and Apparate back to the X. He took careful examination of the X, and went down the hallway. Harry lost track of how many turns he had made, but came to the second examiner, who was sitting next to another X, this one blue.

The second examiner, another old man with wild white hair, who looked to have Apparated too many times, appearing somewhat transparent, motioned Harry to stand on the X. Harry did so, and the old man flipped a paper on his clipboard.

`Alright Mr. . . . Mr. . . . Potter?' he said while searching for Harry's name on the sheet. He looked up, his eyes lingering on Harry's forehead, and smiled.

`Alright Mr. Potter, simple enough, just Apparate back to the beginning, on top of the red X.' Harry concentrated very hard on the red X at the beginning, and hopingly gave a turn. The siphoning of Apparating funneled around him, and just as his breakfast began to turn, he landed on solid ground again. He kept himself standing, and was overjoyed to see he was standing directly on the red X.

`Very well done Mr. Potter, congratulations. Now, let me have a quick look here' said the first examiner, taking a quick look over Harry to make sure he did not leave any part of himself behind. He finished his search and found all of Harry had indeed arrived back at the beginning. He smiled at Harry, and motioned to the doorway. When Harry exited, he could not hold off his grin knowing he had just passed his Apparating Exam.

`I knew you would do it Harry!' grinned Hermione, as both her and Ron came up and greeted Harry when he came out. Ron's name was called next, and his smile was instantly upturned to a look of worry. Harry told him it was going to be fine, and only after a light kiss from Hermione, did he give a short smile, and entered the testing area.

Less that two minutes later, Ron came out of the room beaming widely, having a skip in his step. Both Hermione and Harry laughed as he explained how he passed. The three made their way happily out of the busy corridor, filled with other Apparating hopefuls, and went to the certificates office, where both Harry and Ron were given a small blue card that said they could Apparate.

Excited to try it out, much like how Harry imagined a muggle is when getting a car license, the three of them decided to go to Diagon Alley to see Fred and George and tell them about Harry's party later that night.

Once they finished in Diagon Alley, hearing that the twins were making great business, although Diagon Alley was more barren than usual, the three Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

Harry's birthday party was something he could never have dreamed of. Order members such as Lupin, Tonks, and Mad-Eye came, as well as all the Weasley's, including Bill and Fleur who just finished their honeymoon, and even some Hogwarts Professors such as Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick came. The night was filled with laughter and joy for Harry's coming of age, and reminded him of how people were at Bill and Fleur's wedding, before the Dementor attack of course.

Harry received presents from many people, and they varied in all styles. From the Weasley's, he received a charms book on cooking and housework, while Hermione got Harry something very practical, a new traveling cloak. When he opened it, she leaned in closely and whispered `since we'll be doing a lot of traveling in the next while' with a wink.

After finishing with the gifts, Harry felt a tug on his arm, and looked to see Ginny beckoning him to a side of the sitting room where everyone was. Harry was worried about another outburst, but found she looked relaxed, and gave him the idea that it would be OK. He moved over, and they stood next to the window, a little distance from most other people.

'Harry, I'm sorry about how I acted at the wedding. I told my mum about me and you, and she said I should try and talk to you about it. I planned to, but when I saw you again . . . I don't know, I just wanted what we had back so much, that I went to thinking we never broke up. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I wasn't thinking with my head' she said sadly.

'It's OK Ginny, I know it's tough, but things will be alright' Harry reassured.

'I know, but still. I mean, you were the first guy I liked, so it's hard.'

'I know, but it'll be alright. And who knows, maybe you'll find a guy even better than me' Harry suggested, only realizing the second he finished what he was saying. Harry was beside himself, considering he was basically telling Ginny to try other guys. He found, however, that it didn't pain him as much as he thought.

'Always the optimist, that's you' she chuckled lightly. Harry laughed, just being glad that Ginny was no longer upset at him.

'Friends?' she asked, holding out her hand. Harry smiled.

'Always' he responded, opening his arms, and giving her a hug. They stayed there for a few moments, then let go, smiled again, and returned to the party.

Once the festivities finish, and the guests left, Harry went ahead to sleep. Hermione, Ron, and the Weasley's decided to stay one more night, since it was already late by time everyone left. Harry's dreams were filled of events from the night, and hope for the coming months.

In the morning, Harry moved downstairs to find everyone again eating breakfast. Mr. Weasley already left for work, and Hermione was reading the Morning Prophet, with Ron holding her hand. Harry moved to the other side of the table, and helped himself to some toast. Ginny was talking to her mother, sounding very worried.

`Don't worry Ginny, we will see when we go home later today' Mrs. Weasley said sympathetically, as she took another bite of her breakfast. Ginny continued to look worried, and Harry asked what was the matter.

`Hogwarts letters. I asked the professors last night about it, and they said they didn't even know if school was going to be open. The governors are sending the professors notice along with the students, so I want to know if we have letters waiting at home, but Mum won't let anyone go and see' said Ginny, giving her Mum a mutinous look.

`I'm sorry Ginny, but Aurors and some people from Misleading Magical Objects Division have to go and make sure there isn't anything wrong at the house. They assured me they would be done today, and any post that comes in will be put on the table for us, alright?' said Mrs. Weasley. Ginny did not look anymore convinced, and got up from the table, put her dishes in the sink, and sauntered upstairs. Mrs. Weasley reassured Harry that it wasn't him, and walked upstairs too. She obviously hadn't talked to Ginny about them not going out. Once she left the room, Ron looked to Harry.

`Are you guys still recovering from that row on the wedding day, `cause you two haven't snogged or anything since the funeral' asked Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes, and looked at Ron.

'Ron, they broke up! I thought even you would see that!' she expressed. Ron looked back at Harry.

'When did you two do that?' he asked, sounding slightly agitated.

'At Dumbledore's funeral. And no, before you ask, we're not getting back together. She's at too much risk if we're going out. We're still friends, but we can't go out. It's for the best' he said, getting up from the table, and putting his dishes in the sink, where a bewitched sponge was washing Ginny's dishes. He made a mental note to learn that spell so he wouldn't have an overflowing sink.

`We understand Harry, but you do realize it's going to take a lot more to get us away from you' said Hermione, Ron nodding afterwards, however still not looking too happy with the new revelation.

Harry had wondered what Ron's reaction would be. When he and Ginny started dating, he seemed happy at the pair, however Harry never considered what would happen if he and Ginny split. Harry hoped Ron wouldn't hold it up against him for long.

Just as Harry was walking back to the table, four owls came swooping down into the kitchen from the only open window, located high above the fireplace wall. The four, two barn owls and two horned owls all carrying envelopes, landed on the kitchen table, and deposited their loads. Once they dropped their packages, the owls then quickly flew back out the window, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione bewildered.

`What was that all about?' asked Ron, as he looked at one of the envelopes. He turned his head and called for Ginny, while Hermione examined one of the other letters.

`Harry' she said looking surprised, `this one's for you,' handing the envelope to Harry as he sat down at the table again. Ginny quickly entered the room, followed closely by Mrs. Weasley, and asked what was going on.

`Letters' said Ron, as he picked up the other envelope, and found it had his name on it. The last letter, Hermione picked up and started opening it, being careful not to damage it. Ginny quickly ran, and stole the letter out of Ron's hand, and very hastily opened it, and let out a shrill of happiness.

`Yes! Our Hogwarts letters!' She tipped the envelope, and a gold badge fell out. Mrs. Weasley let out a cry of happiness.

`Oh Ginny! You made Prefect!' she said, dabbing her eyes. Ginny looked at her mother.

'Mum, I was a Prefect last year' she informed.

'I know dear, but I'm so very proud of you. Next year you might even be Head Girl!' she expressed. Ginny smiled, and Mrs. Weasley gave her daughter a huge hug, which was very happily returned.

Back at the table, Hermione finished opening her letter and was surprised to find her Hogwarts letter, a small booklet and a gold badge. Her eyes opened in shock, and she quickly got up, and started jumping up and down excitedly, saying `Yes! Yes! Yes!.'

`What's got into her?' Ron asked Harry, looking over with his envelope halfway opened. Hermione stopped jumping for a second to show her Head Girl badge, and Ron quickly got up and gave her hug. Harry, also halfway into opening his letter, got up and shared in the hug, telling Hermione congratulations.

Ron hastily sat back down as Hermione started reading her letter, and opened his envelope, and was happy to see a gold badge come out with his letter as well. When he flipped it over, his face became puzzled and he slumped on his chair. Hermione, after receiving a hug from Mrs. Weasley, asked what was wrong.

`I'm still a ruddy prefect' said Ron, showing his gold badge with an engraved P, looking as if he lost the final of the Quidditch Cup. Hermione looked sorrowfully for him, while Mrs. Weasley looked saddened.

`I'm sorry dear, I guess they have someone else to be Head Boy. Maybe they didn't want both Heads to be in the same house' said Mrs. Weasley, trying to console Ron. In the mean time, Harry had opened his letter, and was shocked at the contents.

Inside Harry's package, was his normal Hogwarts letter, followed by a small booklet, and a shiny gold badge with the initials HB engraved on it. He could not believe the school would make him Head Boy, especially since he had not been a prefect. He did not know whether to be happy or not. He was not going to Hogwarts anyways, so he guessed the school would need to find another one; so a chance still stood for Ron.

Hermione asked what Harry was thinking about, and he stowed away the badge and booklet in his pockets, showing only his letter. Hermione smiled, and went back to reading the booklet.

After a few moments, Harry got up, and went to his room quickly to put away the badge and booklet. He decided to send both back later in the day, making a letter stating he was not coming back. Just as he took out the badge, and was looking for a place to put it out of eyesight, and knock came at the door. Harry quickly put the badge back in his pocket, and told the person to come in.

Hermione opened the door, and walked in to Harry's room. It was the master bedroom, since he was the master of the house now. It was large, bigger than most living rooms in regular house, with a big four poster bed, a desk, bookshelves, and a nice paneled window. Hermione closed the door behind her, and Harry motioned for her to sit down, asking what was up.

`I just wanted to ask if things where OK. I mean, are you still planning on not going to Hogwarts?' she asked tentatively.

`Well, I can't go after the Horcruxes and go to Hogwarts too. I mean, you and Ron can go. I know you want to finish, and Ron would want to be with you. Besides, he could still end up Head Boy' said Harry.

`What you mean he could still be Head Boy?' asked Hermione, giving Harry a confused look. Harry pulled out the shiny Head Boy badge and showed Hermione. She gasped, and gave Harry a quick hug.

`Oh congratulations Harry. I mean, Ron will be upset, but you deserve Head Boy. I know your parents would be proud. Do you still plan on not going? I mean, being Head Boy will allow you access to the entire library, you're allowed to leave Hogwarts when you wish, and Madam Pomfrey will be there incase you get hurt' she said politely, but promptly. Harry could tell she wanted him to still go to Hogwarts, even though he could not see it being a possibility. Finding the Horcruxes would take a lot of time, and would leave little time to be doing classes. This was something that needed his total attention.

`I know you want me to go back Hermione, but I can't. I have to find the Horcruxes, and I won't have time for classes' he said, putting the Head Boy badge in a drawer in the nightstand, along with the booklet. He turned around and sat on the bed to see Hermione still sitting, looking somewhat dispirited by Harry's response.

`OK Harry, but do think about it please. You need somewhere to keep a base. You could use Grimmauld, but Hogwarts has more resources. The professors can help you, and the library too. Besides, I think Dumbledore wanted you to come back for this year, and the school needs you' she asserted, getting up from the chair.

`I'll see you downstairs. Give it some thought, OK Harry?' she said with a smile, a hint of hopefulness in her voice. Harry nodded, and before Hermione left the room, Harry stopped her.

'Thanks for talking to Ginny. We're friends now. What did you tell her?' he asked. She turned and smiled.

'It was nothing Harry. I just told her that she shouldn't cling on to you, and that when she goes back to Hogwarts, she'll feel better. Being stuck in a house with only your brother and parents would drive anyone crazy, especially if your brother is Ron' she smirked. They shared the laugh across the room.

'Just think about it' she added, turning and closing the door behind her.

Harry was sure of himself only one day ago that he would not be going back to Hogwarts; now he doubted his reasoning. He trusted Hermione's reckoning before with choosing a secret keeper, so her thoughts now affected Harry a lot.

Finding the Horcruxes was above everything else, nevertheless Hogwarts did offer some aids that could help Harry. He knew Hermione and Ron would want to go to Hogwarts, and the professors could help him immensely with spells and such. The library would help, plus Dumbledore's effects where probably still there, and, Harry just remembered, the late Headmaster's portrait would be there and could probably help too. Harry just did not want to be bound by the school to do classes and homework. He decided to sit and read the booklet that came with his letter to see what Head Boy was to do.

He went ahead and got the booklet, which was stamped with the Hogwarts crest.

Duties and Responsibilities: Head Boy

Harry went ahead and moved directly to the section on class participation.

The Head Boy and Girl are expected to attend all classes, and show an example to the rest of the students. They may receive exemption from a class or classes from the Headmaster/Headmistress if needed.

Harry understood that if he decided to go to Hogwarts, he would have to tell Professor McGonagall that he would need to miss classes. He would have to tell her anyways, since he would need to leave the school at certain times, and would need access to the Headmistresses Office. Harry pondered over this decision, weighing all the options.

After a few minutes, he stood up, put the booklet and letter back in his pocket along with the Head Boy badge, and went back to the kitchen. When he arrived, he found Ginny, Hermione, and Ron writing letters quickly. Harry asked what they where doing, and Hermione explained.

`Didn't you read your letter? It says to write an acceptance or rejection letter back to Hogwarts. They want to know how many students they are going to have' she said, finishing her letter, and folding it.

'Yeah, and lucky me, I have to still write my OWLs. I have a week, then I go to write them at the Ministry' Ginny put in, with a hint of unhappiness. Harry felt for her. Having to write OWLs was tough enough, let alone writing them over a month after classes ended, and in the middle of the summer.

Ron finished writing his response well, and Ginny stood, and asked if Hedwig could bring the letters. Harry agreed, and she quickly left the kitchen, and ran up the stairs. Harry moved to the table, and Hermione asked if he had thought it out.

`Well Harry? I mean, you'll have a lot of access at Hogwarts, and everyone will help you, especially us. We will go where you go, but Hogwarts looks like the best place' she said, Ron nodding along the way.

`She's right mate. I mean, I'm sure McGonagall will let you get at anything you need, and Hermione can get the bloke who's Head Boy to give you some slack. I just hope it's not Crabbe' said Ron comically, looking to Hermione.

`Yes, well, Harry wouldn't have to worry about the Head Boy if he goes' said Hermione, motioning Harry to show his badge. Ron gave a puzzled look to Hermione, and looked to Harry, who reluctantly pulled out the Head Boy badge, and showed Ron.

Harry could tell Ron was wrestling with his emotions. He felt terrible that Ron did not get Head Boy, remembering what he saw in the Mirror of Erised. The fact that Ron just found out about himself and Ginny probably made this all the worst. Ron looked at the badge for a second, then gave a smile Harry knew was forced.

`Well, that settles that. So, are you going to take it?' he asked, still trying to remain composed. Harry knew it hit Ron hard, but Harry had thought it through enough to answer both Ron and Hermione.

`Well, I've thought about it, and yes, we're going back to Hogwarts.'

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CHAPTER SIX

Shadows and Stone

Footsteps echoed in the rock cut stairwell as two figures walked down. They moved slowly, down farther into the depths. Water droplets fell from the ceiling as underground waterways passed above. Farther into the darkness below the two men moved, the lantern held by the taller one swaying about. As they reached the bottom landing, a wooden door appeared out of the darkness.

The shorter blonde haired man was shivering in fear as he stared at the door, and glanced quickly up the stairwell. The tall man knocked heavily on the door, the sound reverberating up the stairwell. The door creaked open slowly, and the two entered.

`Ah Severus. You finally decided to come. And look, you brought Draco, excellent. The Dark Lord is eager to see the two of you' smiled a dark haired, hollow faced woman, as the two men entered the stone antechamber.

Bellatrix lead the way, as Severus and Draco followed across the chamber. Water droplets continued to fall, echoing in the darkness as the three reached another wooden door, with a silver snake door knocker. Bellatrix knocked on the door, and it creaked open. Bellatrix smiled evilly, and Serverus and Draco entered the dark room.

It was high ceiling stone room, with torches, bracketed to the walls, lighting the room dimly. On the far wall, a wooden chair stood on a raised platform, and as the two men entered the room, Bellatrix followed behind. A tall man stood from the chair, and with a flick of his hand, closed and locked the door. Snape looked around the room, and was unhappy to notice it was the only way out.

`Severus. It's been quite some time. Come, you have many questions to answer' said the man calmly, as he motioned Snape towards the front of the chair. The man waved his wand, and two chairs appeared. Draco hesitated to sit, however was pushed by Snape to the right chair. As Snape sat in the left chair, he made sure to keep his Occlumency strong, just incase. The tall man sat down quietly, his eyes glaring red in the torchlight.

`But first, let me deal with dear Draco' said Voldemort slowly. With an evil grin, he looked to Draco. His wand moved slightly, making Draco quiver in fear.

`You failed in your task young Malfoy. Yes, you managed to allow my Death Eaters to enter Hogwarts, but you were too weak to finish the task. Tell me, why should I let you live?'

Snape knew Draco's chances of living where small. He had failed to kill Dumbledore, and he knew the Dark Lord wanted to show his unhappiness. He could see Draco sweating as he was no doubt trying to formulate an answer to an impossible question. Draco looked to the Dark Lord, and responded, his voice shaky and quiet.

`I know I failed to kill Dumbledore, but he's dead, and isn't that what matters?' said Draco. Snape knew the answer was not good enough, and was not surprised to see the Dark Lord raise his wand, Draco shuddering in fear again. Voldemort grinned wider.

`It does matter. I told you to kill him, and you failed. I do not tolerate failure.' He pointed his wand at Draco's chest.

`Crucio'

Draco fell to the floor screaming in pain. He was twitching and convulsing as the pain moved through every part of his body, his screams echoing in the large chamber, amplifying the sound. Just as the pain became almost unbearable, Voldemort raised his wand, and the curse was lifted. Draco lay silently trembling on the stone floor, breathing heavily. Voldemort stood from his chair, and moved towards Draco. Snape knew better than to get up, and remained in his seat.

`You, like your father, have failed me. Your father is a fortunate fool, and landed himself in Azkaban. He will soon he will face me though, and receive his fate.' Voldemort walked around Draco, who was still lying silently on the stone ground. He continued at a painfully slow pace, dragging out the punishment.

`You, on the other hand, will wait for death. I want your father to watch you die, to see how his son is as much of a failure as he is. So for now, you will live. But, do not think I am letting you live out of mercy' he said darkly. Draco looked up fearfully, to see the Dark Lord point his wand at Draco again. Snape saw a look of utter horror on Draco's face, as the Dark Lord gave another evil grin.

`Crucio'

Draco again writhed in pain as the curse spread through his entire body. He felt like it lasted forever, but the curse was finally lifted, and he stayed lying on the cold floor, more than believing he was smoldering. Voldemort gave a look of disgust at the heap of a man on the floor, and motioned to two Death Eaters, who appeared from a dark corner, to come over. They picked Draco's limp body, and took him from the room, through the door. Voldemort moved into a corner, and looked back at Snape, who was still sitting on the chair, Occlumency still working hard. The Dark Lord's eyes, Snape was sure, were glowing red.

`So Severus' said Voldemort, pacing back to the chair slowly, and sitting down, `explain your actions. It will take much to prove why I should let you live' said the Dark Lord, his long fingers stretching over the arms of the chair. Snape had thought over this answer for a while, ever since he took the Unbreakable Vow with Narcissa. He gathered his thoughts, and looked up confidently to the Dark Lord.

`My Lord, I admit, when you were lost, I believed you to be defeated. I followed your last orders, and kept my post at Hogwarts. I stayed there, gaining Dumbledore's trust, and learned his secrets, and those of the Order of the Phoenix. I returned to you three years ago when you came back, and I have remained a faithful servant, and loyal Death Eater since' he finish. He looked up to see any reaction, and was worried when the Dark Lord simply continued to stare at him.

`Explain,' said the Dark Lord, `why you felt it should be you to take care of Dumbledore?' Snape shifted slightly in his seat, and thought through a viable answer. He could hear a shuffle behind him, near the doorway.

`I felt you had meant me to do it in the end. I saw that Malfoy was unable to complete his task, and took care of it. I thought you would enjoy knowing the Dumbledore was killed by someone he had trusted, and felt betrayal before he died' said Snape, hoping for anything but a negative response. Voldemort pondered this answer for a while, and stood up slowly, moving towards the greasy haired man.

`Know this Severus. I am pleased that Dumbledore is dead. I would have enjoyed killing him myself, however I will settle with his death. As for you,' he said, pacing around the dark stone room, his footsteps echoing into the darkness, `I will let you live. You have outlasted your uses in Hogwarts, however there are other matters I need attended to' he said, coming back to the chair. `For now, you may leave. I will call for you when your . . . talents, are needed.'

Snape stood up steadily, bowed to the Dark Lord, and moved to the door. Bellatrix gave him an evil look, and just as Snape opened the door, Voldemort had one more detail to say.

`And Severus, if you show any disloyalty to me, you will face the same end as Malfoy' revealed Voldemort. Snape looked back to the door, and exited into the antechamber. Bellatrix was frustrated at the Dark Lord's decision, and strode from the darkness.

`My Lord, I think you should reconsider. This slime of a man has deceived many, and is still doing it now' she stormed, moving towards the centre of the room.

`My dear Bellatrix, do you believe I actually trust him? Do you question my power?' stated Voldemort, giving Bellatrix a malicious look. Bellatrix suddenly realized what she said, and corrected herself, replying rapidly.

`No my Lord, your power is inexorable, and no one can stand against you. I just wished to post my concerns to you about Snape.' She hoped her comment had not to enraged the Dark Lord. He took a deep breath, his eyes flaring red slightly.

`I know your concerns Bellatrix, but they mean little to me. I know full well what Snape's intentions are, and I plan to use them to my advantage. Now, forget this matter, and bring in Lesath, I have work for him to do' he finished, motioning Bellatrix to go. She bowed, and left the room hurriedly.

She returned within minutes with a tall, slender man. Hard to see in the inferior light, the man had short russet hair, light silver eyes, and wore dark robes. He approached the Dark Lord, and kneeled before him silently.

`Leave us' addressed Voldemort to Bellatrix. She bowed, and left the stone room, closing the door behind her.
`Sit' he said, motioning Lesath to the chairs Snape and Malfoy had just vacated. He sat down in Malfoy's chair, and looked to the snake like man in front of him.

`My Lord, what is it you wish of me?' he asked, his raspy voice subdued.

`Lesath, you are a new Death Eater, and I wish to test your loyalty. I have been told that your skills are impressive, and I am going to put them to work. Your task is Azkaban.'

*

Snape sat in a room just off the antechamber. It was dark, like everything else down in these cavernous rooms, but smaller in size, with a bench and small wooden bed in a corner. He could not wait to leave this place, however he had to stay now, especially after what happened to Malfoy.

His Occlumency saved him from the Dark Lord's mind, however he knew Malfoy had failed to keep his. He could tell the Dark Lord knew what was running through Draco's mind while waiting to kill Dumbledore. Snape knew why Draco had not killed Dumbledore. Now the Dark Lord knew also, and was going to punish Draco for such thoughts.

Snape had a plan however. He knew it would be difficult, however he needed to succeed, in order to get his task done. He told Draco nothing of it, incase his small ability to use Occlumency would not be able to stand against the Dark Lord. He was definitely glad he said nothing now.

The door of the room opened, and Bellatrix entered violently, looking thoroughly angry. She slammed the door behind her, and faced Snape.

`I know the Dark Lord trusts you, but I never will Snape. You are a deceiver and are working for the Order of the Phoenix. You may be able to lie your way to the Dark Lord, but I know better. Be warned, I will be watching you' she snarled, opening the door, and preparing to leave.

`I thought' said Snape calmy, stopping the door from closing, `we discussed this last year, yet you continue to fester over it. Are you so worried to find out the Dark Lord has other favourites?' asked Snape. The look of anger on Bellatrix's face turned to rage, and she moved around the door, brandishing her wand.

`I'm warning you Snape, stay out of my way. I am the Dark Lord's most trusted, most valuable follower, and I will not let you deceive him for long' she fumed, turning and slamming the door behind her.

Snape took his head, and buried it in his hands. He was getting tired of playing these games with both sides. It had caused so much trouble for him, and seemed to have magnified since the Dark Lord returned. He wished he could announce the side he was truly on, however that would destroy his purpose. Both sides believed, up to now, that he was working for both, spying for both. It seemed that caused him little room for pleasantness with either side, however he did have fun using his intelligence to manipulate people, especially those he disliked.

The past year however had caused more than normal problems for him. Having this project for Draco caused many of the lines to become blurred, and made people question his loyalties on both sides. He knew he would face this, but with the death of Dumbledore, it made it obvious to people which side he was on.

`They have no idea' he thought, as he laid down, and rested on the uncomfortable bed.

*

Meanwhile, back in the chamber, Voldemort was finishing with Lesath. The Death Eater rose, and bowed to the Dark Lord. `I will not fail you my Lord.'

`You should hope not. Send Bellatrix and Wormtail in' said Voldemort. Lesath gave another deep bow, and exited the room. The door remained open, and the short round figure of Wormtail came into the room, lead by Bellatrix. The two of them bowed before the Dark Lord, and sat in the two chairs, which still remained.

`I have sent Lesath on an important task. Once he has completed it, it will be time to increase our movements. Terrorizing Britain is becoming less appealing to me, and I have a more important matter to attend to: Harry Potter' said Voldemort. The two Death Eaters gave looks of disgust at the name.

`What do you plan to do my Lord?' asked Wormtail. Voldemort gave a harsh, evil laugh. Wormtail worried, and quivered when the Dark Lord turned towards him, fearing punishment.

`Now Wormtail, you don't seriously expect me to tell an imbecile such as yourself my plans now do you? I know how poor you are with secrets all to well. No, I brought you in here to give you tasks. Very simple tasks, but important none the less' said Voldemort.

`Whatever you wish of us, we will follow you' said Bellatrix obediently. She was eager to prove herself once more as his favourite.

`You will gather information about Potter. Find out where he is living, if he is going to back to Hogwarts, everything. Do not approach him, or try to capture him, just find out information. I have already had two attempts to capture the boy foiled by stupidity, and I will not see it done again. Unless you wish the same fate as those who failed before. Do you understand?' he asked sharply to Bellatrix and Wormtail.

They both nodded vigorously, and Voldemort motioned them to exit the room. Once they where gone, the wooden door closing with a thud, Voldemort sat back in his chair. An odd hissing sound filled the room, and a black snake slithered from the shadows. Voldemort put his hand to its head, and lightly caressed its skin.

`Soon the Prophecy will be fulfilled, and Harry Potter will be no more' he said victoriously in parseltongue, the snake hissing in agreement.

Spell / Name Meanings:
Lesath - A star in the constellation Scorpio, comes from Arabic meaning “sting of a poisonous animal.” It's thought however this was a mistranslation from the original Greek meaning “foggy."

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CHAPTER SEVEN

R.A.B.

Hedwig brought all four acceptance letters to Hogwarts, and returned three days later. The Weasley's left to The Burrow, as it was cleared by ministry officials, and Hermione went back to her home on the same day the letters where sent. Order members where moving through Grimmauld constantly however, so Harry was never really alone in the house. This appeased Harry, considering the atmosphere Grimmauld gave. He had a strange feeling that the house was watching him wherever he went, waiting for him to be alone.

Lupin had a few days before going back underground with the werewolves, and spent the time with Harry, helping him settle in. It took until Hedwig returned to get used to walking quietly up the hallway, and keeping Mrs. Black from screaming. Lupin, along with Tonks, helped Harry clean up the house, to make it more hospitable.

Hermione and Ron returned within a few days, to start research for Horcruxes. Harry insisted they spend more time with their families, however both protested, as Harry expected.

`Harry, we told you we'd help, and the quicker we find the Horcruxes, the better. Best place to start is in here' gestured Hermione, as the three of them sat in the library. Ron stood up from his chair, and scanned the stacks of books along the walls with a sullen look.

`I say Hermione checks the books' he said merrily, sitting back down, and smiling at her. She returned a scolding look to Ron, stood up, and went to the bookshelf looking at the various bindings.

`Not all of these are applicable. I mean, do you really think we would need to check “Dark Creatures and How to Capture Them?”' she said, pulling out a few books off one shelf, and returning to her chair.

`Well, if there a section on snakes, we might need it in the future. But we'll deal with that when we need to' remarked Harry, standing up, and going to a different bookshelf. Ron gave a sigh, and sauntered to the far end of the room, and started looking for books.

Harry was surprised at the number of Dark Arts books. He knew the Black family was into that stuff, but it seemed every book was dark. “Dark Sea Creatures and How to Manipulate Them,” “An Alchemist Guide to Malevolence,” and “Grimoire Spells for Intermediates.” Harry flipped through them, however found quickly they dealt with nothing close to Horcruxes. Harry found some books that looked more promising, such as “Dark Objects, and their Uses,” and sat down in his chair. Ron returned with a total of two books, and sat down on the chair closest to Hermione. Hermione, Harry saw, gave Ron's miniscule pile a dismal look, and continued to read.

The three of them spent most of the day in the library in Grimmauld, continuing to look through books. By time Harry's stomach told him it was supper time, Ron was asleep in his chair, his first book still on his lap, and Hermione was bleary eyed, finishing what Harry figured was her 15th book. Harry gave Ron a nudge, and stood up, stretching. Looking out the window, he saw the sun was setting.

Ron gave a sigh, and turned over, so Harry gave him a harder nudge, finally waking him. Harry went and put back the books he had just checked.

`We can do more tomorrow. Right now, I'm hungry' he said tiredly, turning around from the bookshelf to see Ron leaning over to Hermione. They shared a quick kiss, and Ron helped Hermione up. Harry looked away slightly. He was still getting used to seeing his two best friends kiss.

Hermione gathered her books, and moved to the bookshelf. Once they finished putting their books away, the three made their way to the kitchen. Harry found bread and sandwich meat that Mrs. Weasley brought earlier in the week, and they ate their makeshift supper.

`Sorry it's not anything better' said Harry miserably, as he passed a pitcher of water to Ron.

`Harry, you're on your own, and we both know you haven't had the chance to get food, and besides, this is more than perfect for supper' said Hermione supportively, taking a drink of water. Harry smiled, and started his supper. He saw Ron liked it, noticing the speed at which he was eating. Then again, the amount Ron usually ate made Harry think as long as it didn't kill him, Ron didn't care too much.

Once they where done eating, Harry used the same spell Mrs. Weasley used, Autopurgo, to clean the dishes. Once the dishes where put away, the three went to the Drawing Room, and sat down, to relax a bit.

`We need to plan things out' stated Harry determinately, looking at Ron and Hermione, who nodded in agreement.

`Looking in the library is a start, but it's going to take more than that. Dumbledore told me what he thought about the Horcruxes. He figured there are seven of them. I got one of them already, Riddle's diary, and Dumbledore got one too, the ring' said Harry.

`Well, first of all, did Dumbledore tell you how he destroyed the ring?' asked Hermione.

`No, he just said it took a lot, and that he almost died doing it. Destroying it caused that injury to his arm' elaborated Harry. Hermione's eyes widened in shock, and her hands covered her mouth. Ron gave Harry a nervous look.

`It killed his arm? Blimey, do you think the others will do that?' he asked edgily. Harry had no idea if the others would be like that, or worst, but he had a feeling Voldemort would not make destroying them simple.

`I don't know. We didn't talk anymore about it really. We left to go and look for the locket' said Harry, pulling out the gold locket he now always carried around with him. Harry had told them about the trek, and wished not to remember it. It was such a waste now in Harry's eyes. Leaving the school, going all that way, Dumbledore going through all that pain, just for this fake Horcrux. Harry pulled out the paper out of the locket, and put it and the locket on the table between himself and Ron. Harry stood up, pulling his hands over his face, sighing.

Ron took the paper, and read it over again, while Hermione looked at Harry with concern as he walked around the dark room. The sun has set, and a fire and two lamps lit the room, bathing it in an orange glow. Harry walked to the far wall, closed his eyes, and listened to the crackle of the fireplace.

`We still don't know who R.A.B. is? Or was for that matter?' stated Ron gloomily as he put the paper down. Harry had not thought of who R.A.B. could be, however he had no were to start looking. They could be anyone as far as Harry knew. Hermione in the mean time, picked up the letter, and read it through again herself.

`Well, we do know one thing, he or she was a Death Eater' she declared, putting the paper back on the table.

`How can you tell that?' asked Ron incredulously, giving Hermione an astounded look. Harry opened his eyes, and looked back to the two of them.

`Well, the letter is addressed “To the Dark Lord.” Only Death Eaters call him that' she stated simply, leaning back in her chair. Ron smiled at her, and looked across the room to Harry.

`Well, that shortens the search, now doesn't it. Only need to find a Death Eater named R.A.B.' said Ron happily. `Still,' he continued, sounding doubtful, `that's still a lot of people. And I doubt we'll find an index of Death Eater's names in any of these books' he droned, slouching in the chair with a disheartened look on his face.

Hermione stared blankly at the table, thinking hard, while Harry turned and looked back to the dark corner, where the tapestry hung.

Harry remembered when Sirius showed him it, and all the Black family tree. The blast mark was still there, in the place where Sirius' name would be. He looked over, and found his brother Regulus name. Harry gazed at the name for a while, and didn't notice Ron and Hermione come up behind.

`Harry?' asked Hermione worriedly, `Harry what is it?'

Harry bent down, and looked closer at the tapestry. Ron looked puzzled, and gave Hermione a concerned look. Harry ran his hand over the name, and it felt as if a floodgate was opened in his head.

`Sirius' brother, he was a Death Eater, and his name was Regulus. Regulus Black' said Harry quietly, his mind still racing.

`Regulus Black. That's R.B.!' said Ron excitedly.

`Harry, did Sirius ever say what Regulus' middle name was?' asked Hermione hurriedly. Sirius however never did tell him his middle name, and shook his head.

`So how can we find out?' asked Ron. Harry wondered if anyone would actually know Regulus' middle name. The Weasley's didn't know Sirius or his family, however Lupin did. Asking him however, was impossible now, since he was with the werewolves. Harry only knew of one who would possibly know and was alive. He stood up, and turned to face Hermione and Ron.

`I think I know someone who might know' said Harry quickly, walking to the middle of the room, Hermione and Ron following.

`Kreacher!' shouted Harry, and with a crack, the old and wrinkly house elf appeared in front of Harry.

`Master has called for Kreacher' said the house elf, bowing so extremely low his snout-like nose touched the ground. Harry distinctly heard him muttering `half breeds, blood traitors, and mudbloods in my precious mistress's house.' Kreacher came up, and gave a nasty look to Hermione.

`Kreacher, do you know what Regulus' middle name was?' asked Harry, giving the elf a mingled look of disgust. Kreacher glanced around the room, muttering something about `horrible stench,' and looked back to Harry.

`Master Black was a good master. Never sent Kreacher to work with unworthy elves' he said, giving the tapestry a hungry look. Harry was getting annoyed.

`Kreacher, you will tell me Regulus' middle name' demanded Harry. Harry remembered that giving an order to a house elf gave better results.

`Oh, Kreacher was never allowed to know Master Black's full name. Mistress never allowed such privileges' he said with an evil grin. He started towards the tapestry, when Harry stood in the way.

`Kreacher, go back to Hogwarts' ordered Harry. Kreacher gave Harry a nasty look, and snapped his fingers, returning to Hogwarts. Harry sat back down in his chair, Ron and Hermione following.

`So now what are we supposed to do?' asked Ron, looking downtrodden into the fire. Harry was wracking his brain, trying to think of anyone else who would know Regulus' middle name. Kreacher didn't know, Sirius was dead, Lupin was away doing work for the Order, and he doubted anything in this house would have his middle name on it. Harry wished Mrs. Black had told Kreacher Regulus' middle name. Harry's mind came to hault, and realized: Mrs. Black would know. He stood up quickly, and ran from the room. Hermione and Ron gave a startled look to each other, and followed hastily.

`Harry? Harry! What's wrong?' shouted Hermione, as they ran down the stairwell, catching up to Harry.

`We have to be quiet,' she wispered, `we'll wake up-`

Mrs. Black's yells and screeches filled the hallway as the three of them skidded to a halt in front of her portrait, and Harry opened the curtains. She screamed louder now, seeing the people looking at her.

`Filth! Vermin! You disgust and befoul the house of my father's with your presents!'

Harry took a step forward, and held his head high. `Shut up and answer my question!' he yelled. The woman gave an appalled look, and looked to start shrieking again, when Harry quickly spoke.

`Tell me Regulus' middle name, NOW!' yelled Harry, hoping to shock her into answering and keeping the conversation quick. She still looked mortified with Harry, and started shrieking anyways.

`How dare you think to yell at me you dirty scum! I do not answer questions of a child of such disgusting and vile blood!' she finished, turning herself away from the three. Harry glanced to Ron and Hermione for help, however both where looking bewildered. Harry could think of only one thing that would work: a threat.

`You will tell me Regulus' middle name, or I will burn down your house' said Harry calmly. Both Ron and Hermione gave Harry a shocking look, and glanced quickly to the portrait.

`Augustus! Now leave you revolting pieces of filth-!' she roared, as both Ron and Harry pulled the curtains shut, and Mrs. Black's yells and screeches died behind them. The three of them moved quietly to the kitchen, and sat around the table.

`Augustus. Regulus Augustus Black. R.A.B. It has to be him' said Harry relieved, moving his hair out of his eyes. He would have never guessed Sirius' brother was the one to find the original Horcrux, had it not been for the tapestry.

`Do you think that's why he was killed?' asked Ron.

`Couldn't be. I mean, if that was the case, Voldemort of would have gotten the message in the fake locket' said Harry, Ron twitching mildly, and Hermione giving an angry sigh.

`Really Ron, are you ever going say his name?' asked Hermione snidely, giving Ron a bitter look.

`I don't know! It takes some getting used too you know' he said back defiantly. Hermione looked to Harry, and rolled her eyes.

`Well, anyways, we know Regulus took the real Horcrux. So, now we just need to find out if he actually destroyed it or not. If he did, then it's one less for us. If not . . . well, then we'll need to find out where it is' said Hermione matter of factly. Ron nodded in agreement, as did Harry.

Harry felt too drained however by this time of day to start searching for more information, and felt they deserved to relax for the night. Searching the library for hours had caused his eyes to feel crossed, and he knew he could not focus properly on a task that needed his full attention. He asked if Ron and Hermione wanted to go home for the night, but they both objectioned. Harry was happy to hear they wanted to stay, even if it was in Grimmauld.

`My mom said since I am of age, I could do what I want. Got excited, then she said don't do anything stupid. Had to ruin the fun' Ron said moodily. He got up, and moved to the kitchen, opening up some cupboards, no doubt looking for food.

`We're both staying, if it's alright. Maybe we can take our first night here, and have some fun' he said hopefully, coming back to the table, finding no food worth eating.

`Of course you can stay, but what do you mean, “have some fun”?' questioned Harry.

`Well, I mean, we can all Apperate now, and we're of age. So, we can go where we want, anytime' he said beamily.

`So what did you have in mind?' asked Harry, worried about what the response could be. He saw Hermione looking nervous as well.

`Well, we could go to Three Broomsticks' he said optimistically. Harry was glad Ron kept the idea out of the extraordinary, like traveling to France. Hermione also thought it was a good idea.

`That sounds nice. We might see Hagrid there too. It would be nice to see how he and Grawp are doing' she said. Harry laughed, his voice cracking slightly, since he rarely laughed these days.

`Yes, I'm sure he'd like to see how his “Hermy” is doing' said Harry, all three of them laughing now.

`So it's settled' said Harry cheerfully, getting up from his chair, `we'll go to Three Broomsticks.' Hermione and Ron both stood up, and moved away from the table.

`Great. And I don't care what you say,' Ron said defiantly, looking at Hermione, `I'm trying some Firewhiskey.'

`I won't stop you, but I'll stick to butterbeers thank you' she said with a smile. Harry decided to leave a note incase anyone from the Order wondered where they went, and left it in the kitchen. The three of them got their cloaks, Harry using the new dark green one Hermione just got him, and exited the house. Harry locked the door, and the three moved into the lawn.

`So, just outside Three Broomsticks right?' asked Ron casually. Both Hermione and Harry nodded, and Harry began to think hard, picturing the front of Three Broomsticks. He gave a turn, and felt the tube like siphoning envelope him. He exhaled as he went, and found, to his surprise, it made the siphoning less intense. His feet hit the hard ground, and he found himself outside Three Broomsticks alone. He looked around, and about three seconds later, Hermione and Ron Apperated next to him.

`What took you guys?' he asked jokingly. Hermione gave him a `mind you own business' look, and the three entered the pub.

Harry expected few people to be here, and was not disappointed. About a dozen wizards and witches where strune about the pub, talking in small groups. The large form of Hagrid was not visible, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked to one of the many empty tables with a booth, taking a seat. Madame Rosmerta approached their table with a smile.

`Hello there dears. Surprising to see you here during the summer, but always welcome of course. What can I get you tonight?' she asked.

`I'll have a butterbeer' said Harry. Hermione got the same, and Ron decided to start with a butterbeer as well.

`I thought you where going to try firewhiskey?' she asked amusedly.

`Well, I'm not going to start out with one. I mean, I'll be more adventurous later' he said, as Rosmerta returned with three butterbeers. They took them, and placed them on the table.

`What should be toast to?' asked Hermione. Harry thought for a moment, and came up with one.

`To Hogwarts' said Harry, raising his glass. Hermione smiled, and quietly cleared her throat.

`To the Order' she said, raising her glass as well. The two looked at Ron, who looked to be in thought, and he raised his glass.

`To the Chudley Cannons' said Ron. They laughed, and toasted. Harry remembered all the times the three of them came here and enjoyed the atmosphere. It was odd coming here when it wasn't either windy, or snowing, but it was still nice. It made him feel older, the fact that it was not full of students from Hogwarts.

`I think this was a good idea' said Hermione happily, taking another sip. `I mean, we do need to work fast, but we need to take some time for ourselves' she finished.

`Well of course. I mean, when we go back to Hogwarts, we won't have the freedom. Well, at least I won't' said Ron, looking slightly dejected.

`Oh Ron, you'll have just as much freedom as we will. Just because we're Head's, doesn't mean we won't be sticking together. Right Harry?' she asked, looking hopeful.

`Yeah, definitely. Besides, Hogwarts will be different when we go back, so who knows what it will be like' said Harry. It was true, they had no idea how Hogwarts would be now since Dumbledore was gone. Plus, Harry doubted Hogsmede trips would be allowed.

`I guess that's true. I hope they still have Quiddich. Even if they're scrimmages, I'll take it. Without Quiddich, Hogwarts is just. . .' said Ron. Hermione glared at Ron.

`Just what Ron?' she asked, her voice drenched in attitude.

`Well, school. It's no fun with just our classes and homework' he drawled. Harry understood entirely. Quiddich was something Harry always associated with Hogwarts. Without it, it would be hard finding some fun between studying. Harry however had no time for fun. He imagined trying to find the Horcruxes would take a long time, maybe years. Taking time to play Quiddich would definitely be a waste of time. Just as he began to remember all the tasks ahead of him, putting him into misery, Hermione nudged him in the shoulder.

`Look who came in' she said, motioning towards the door. Harry looked and smiled, his thoughts of his impending tasks vanishing, seeing who he once called `their biggest friend'. Ron waved his hand, and called him over.

`What'er yeh doing here' said Hagrid, sounding more disappointed and upset than happy. Harry's smile vanished, and he felt bad now, seeing how much in the open they where. It would be easy for Death Eaters to come and kill them.

`We came to get away from the house, and we hoped to see how you where doing' expressed Hermione. Harry hoped Hagrid would be cheerier to see them. Granted, he understood if he was still upset about Dumbledore's death, everyone was, but this was the first time they had seen each other since Harry boarded the Hogwarts Express. Hagrid surveyed the three of them, and, to the delight and relief of Harry, his expression relaxed.

`Well, alrigh'. I understand, but yeh shoulda told me yeh were comin'' he said, pulling up a large chair to the side of the table. Harry glanced around, and found it was the only chair of such size. Rosmerta must keep it just for Hagrid.

`So did yeh get yer letters?' asked Hagrid, as Rosmerta approached. `Ah, Rosmerta. Mulled Mead please' he said, leaning back in his chair as it creaked in protest.

`Yes we got them. Sent them all back saying yes. Ginny made Prefect' said Hermione. Harry knew all too well that she was avoiding the fact that she and himself had been made Head Boy and Girl.

`And Harry and Hermione are Head Boy and Girl' said Ron. Harry could tell Ron was still very upset about the situation, and noticed after he said it, how he looked around the pub, obviously trying to not listen to Hagrid's response.

`Yeh did! That's great!' he boomed, giving both Harry and Hermione a pat on the shoulder, that made both of them slide off their seats, and half way under the table. They both recovered their seating, and Harry noticed Hermione glance at Ron remorsefully.

`Ron made Prefect again too' said Hermione enthusiastically. Hagrid turned to Ron, and patted him on the shoulder too, having the same affect that it had on the others.

`That's great Ron! Now yeh three are at the top. Proud of yeh. Your mum and dad woulda been proud Harry' he said, as Ron sat back up. Harry was glad that Ron smiled, and he seemed to awaken from his stupor. Harry believed what Hagrid said about his parents, and thanked him, and reminded himself mentally to thank Hermione for beleaguering him to go back. Rosmerta returned with Hagrid's tankard of mead, and headed back to the bar.

`How are Grawp and Whitherwings doing?' Harry asked, feeling better talking about Prefects and Heads where behind them.

`Buck- I mean, Whitherwings is doin' great. Grawp's gettin' a lot better. Got'em learnin' poetry!' grinned Hagrid. Ron, who was taking another sip of his butterbeer, choked on it slightly. Harry turned away to laugh, and Hermione looked baffled at Hagrid.

`You're teaching him poetry?! Oh Hagrid, What in the world made you think that would be helpful?' pleaded Hermione. Harry smiled, picturing Hagrid standing underneath the sixteen foot Grawp, teaching him how to read Haiku.

`Well, it'll help him when he's trying to get a mate!' he said credulously, taking a sip from his tankard.

`How in the world do you plan on finding a mate for him! His kind aren't exactly everywhere' said Hermione, keeping her voice low so no one outside their table would hear.

`Well, I'm jus' preparin' him for when he does is all' said Hagrid, taking another drink.

`So what are yeh up to the rest `o the summer?' he asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

`Well, we're just enjoying our summer before going back to school' said Harry. The four of them talked more, about Hogwarts, and what each of them had been doing during the summer. Hagrid heard about Bill and Fleur's wedding, and felt sorry it happened, and that he was unable to attend. He said Grawp was `bein' a bit rowdy,' which Harry knew meant he had probably ripped up a few trees on the grounds.

Hagrid had also rebuilt his hut, since it had been flamed as the Death Eaters escaped last June. As midnight approached, Harry decided it was time to leave. Hagrid mentioned he had to check on Grawp, Hermione was falling asleep, and Ron still had not tried firewhiskey. Hagrid left, and as the three friends left Three Broomsticks, Harry asked if Ron was going to try actually firewhiskey.

`Maybe another time. I'm too tired' he droned, as they moved into the street. Hermione wiped her eyes, and let out a long sigh.

`Alright, you ready to go back?' she asked tiredly. Harry and Ron nodded. `Well, lets go' she said.

Harry thought carefully of the lawn of Grimmauld, and Apperated back, remembering to exhale as he went. The three appeared in front of Grimmauld at the same time, and entered the dark house. Harry checked the kitchen and saw the note was still on the table, and put it in the rubbish bin.

The three then made their way to their rooms. Ron stopped on his way to his room to say goodnight to Hermione, and Harry waved goodnight to them, as he walked up the stairwell to his room on the second floor. Harry entered the dark room, lit some lamps, and sat on his bed.

His first night with Ron and Hermione in his house, and it went great. They found out who R.A.B. was, and caught up with Hagrid too. Now they just needed to find out if the Horcrux was destroyed or not. Harry put his pajamas on, extinguished the lamps, and went to sleep.

While Harry and Ron ate breakfast the next morning, Hermione came down late, looking groggy. She sat down next to Ron, who gave her a kiss on her cheek. Harry wished they wouldn't make a habit of kissing in front of him all the time. He felt if they kept it up, they would be almost flaunting something he can't have.

`You alright?' asked Harry, wondering why she was so tired, and getting his mind back on track.

`I'm fine. Just have to get used to falling asleep later, that's all' she yawned, getting up and getting some toast, returning shortly after.

They decided for the day, that they would focus on finding out if Regulus had indeed destroyed the Horcrux or not. Harry knew it would be impossible to tell if he destroyed it or not. For now, their only solution would be to see if they could find it.

`So where should we start? I mean, it could be anywhere' asked Ron.

`Well, if Regulus was trying to hide from Voldemort, the best place to come would be here' said Hermione, Harry nodding in agreement.

`Exactly. So, we need to search Grimmauld for the locket' he said determinately. The three of them spent the day working through the upper levels of the house, however very few items could be found. A few books, an old broken flask, and some cutlery were all they really found aside from the furniture. As they entered the drawing room in the afternoon, Hermione looked around with a sullen face.

`We might run into some problems in here' frowned Hermione. `Don't you remember, we cleaned up a lot of stuff when we first came here. Sirius threw out a lot of things. Do either of you remember what he threw out?' she asked.

`A lot' said Ron, looking dismal. Harry tried to remember, however Ron was right. They threw out dozens of items. Harry was trying to remember the rooms they cleaned, and what was in each of them. It was hard, considering it was two years ago.

`Well, we did clear a lot out of the library, and here in the drawing room. A lot of things came out of those cabinets that are empty now' said Hermione, pointing to the large empty cabinets on the side of the room. Harry tried to remember the things they took out. He remembered a set of tweezers that crawled up his arm, a music box that made them all drowsy, and . . .

`There was a locket. I remember, we couldn't open it' he exclaimed. Hermione and Ron looked astounded at Harry.

`I remember that!' boasted Ron. Hermione however looked a little down.

`I remember too, but I also remember Sirius threw it out with the rest of the stuff' she sighed. Harry knew it was all gone now, and the chances the locket was still in the house was minimal.

`Well, what about Kreacher? He kept coming into the room trying to knick stuff, maybe he got it?' Ron interjected. Harry remembered Kreacher coming in every few minutes trying to take things, and keep them safe, and felt a surge of excitement. Just the night before, Kreacher had looked at the tapestry eagerly. Harry got up immediately, and went to the bottom cupboard in the kitchen.

`What are you doing Harry?' asked Hermione, and both she and Ron came behind Harry. Harry crouched down, and put his hand on the handle.

`Remember on Christmas. You came, and put your present down here, where Kreacher slept. He kept things he knicked down here' he said, taking a deep breath, and opening the cupboard.

The inside was just as it was Harry remembered, with a boiler taking up most of the space, and Kreacher's nest-like bed just below, strune with old smelly blankets and rags. Harry also noticed Hermione's blanket was still in its package, wedged unceremoniously under one of the pipes. The pictures of the Black family where still in their shattered frames, and in the far back, various objects and trinkets glinted.

Harry hesitated, and reached into the back, moving some of the coins and objects forward so he could see. The first ones he saw where old Galleons, and, what heightened Harry's spirits, an Order of Merlin First Class. This was the same one that they had cleared out of the drawing room on the day they saw the locket. Harry remembered Sirius telling him his ancestor received it for giving the Ministry money.

Harry moved the objects aside, and dove his hand into the pile again. He felt a rush of excitement as he moved another pile of objects to the front again, noticing how many of them felt round. He looked, and found that all the objects where coins, and his heart fell. He looked into the back of the cupboard again, and saw a few more glimmering objects. He reached deep into the back, feeling the back of the cupboard, and grabbed the remaining objects. He pulled them out, and put them on top of the pile of other coins and objects he had already taken out. He looked, and his heart leapt in excitement. Both Ron and Hermione bent down, and Harry picked up the object on top of the pile, holding it up in the light.

Harry was holding a heavy, golden locket. As he moved it on an acute angle, an ornate serpentine S was imprinted on its face. Hermione let out a gasp, grabbed onto Ron's shoulder as she nearly fell over, and looked to Harry.

`Slytherin's Mark' she whispered.

Harry had found it. It was what he and Dumbledore had first set out to find, and now it was found. He could not believe that here, in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, he held the third Horcrux of Lord Voldemort: Slytherin's Locket.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Where it All Started

The three moved back to the kitchen table, and Harry carefully placed the locket on the surface. It was dull, aged, but still amazing to see. Over one thousand years old, and still with its original chain. The three stared at it for what seemed hours before anyone talked.

`I can't believe it was here all this time' breathed Harry. Dumbledore had been looking for it for what seemed so long, and it ended up being here, in Grimmauld Place. The uselessness of that journey to the cave seemed total now. There was no chance the locket would have been there. Why hadn't Dumbledore seen it in Grimmauld?

`Regulus must've stashed it here before he died' said Ron, still gawking at the locket. Harry of course agreed, since it was obvious. He questioned what caused Regulus to leave Grimmauld, and ultimately be murdered. Hermione seemed to be wondering the same thing.

`Why would he have left Grimmauld? I mean, if Voldemort- oh come off it Ron!' she said angrily, giving Ron a slap on his shoulder as he cringed slightly. `If Voldemort knew Regulus stole his Horcrux, why would he leave?'

Harry couldn't understand it either. The last thing he would have wanted was to go out into the open. Harry remembered Sirius talking about how Regulus was deep in with the Death Eaters, and how much he hated him for it. Harry wondered if it might have been Sirius that kicked him out of the house, but Harry remembered that Sirius left to live with Harry's father when he was young. Since Regulus was younger, it was doubtful he was a Death Eater by that time.

`Well, lets not worry about how Regulus was killed. More important is that we have a Horcrux' stated Harry. `Now,' he continued dolefully, `we need to figure out how to destroy it.'

`I can't imagine that will be an easy feat' Hermione said precariously. Harry thought finding the Horcruxes would be hard enough, but now realized finding them was the easy part. Destroying them would prove to be much more difficult.

They decided for the time being, to put the locket up in Harry's room, locked away in his trunk. Putting it back in Kreacher's cupboard would have worked, since it had been hidden there for two years, however they figured there was a chance that Kreacher could return and take the it.

After that day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent all their time pouring over books in the library, and in Harry's room, trying desperately to find information on Horcruxes, and now, how to destroy them. Before they found the Locket, it was impossible to find any information on Horcruxes themselves. The information on how to destroy them, was, if possible, even more scarce. After over one week of non-stop reading, the three were showing visible frustration, especially Ron.

`We're never going to find even a definition of a Horcrux in these ruddy books' moped Ron heatedly, taking one of his books and unceremoniously lobbing it onto the floor. Harry more than understood his disappointment in their search. He was still holding out for books at Hogwarts, however he had hoped to find something here at Grimmauld.

`We can't give up Ron, we just need to keep searching' said Hermione insistently, while reading `Dark Arts of the 12th Century.' Ron gave her a startling look.

`Hermione, we've been searching for a week! We've looked at all these books, and there's nothing' he ranted. He stood up quickly, and made his way to the doorway.

`I'm sorry, I need to get away for a bit' he stated, walking out and leaving Hermione and Harry alone in the library, books strune about everywhere.

`Sorry Harry. He's been a bit frustrated lately' mumbled Hermione, giving Harry a sorrowful look.

`We all are. Finding that Horcrux so early, and now it's taking a while to figure out how to destroy it. I mean, it might be years until we find out' said Harry consolingly, as he gathered some books on one of the tables, and restacking them using his wand. Hermione gave a sigh, and Harry turned to see her holding her head in her hands.

`Are you alright?' he asked, approaching the side of the chair she sat in, and crouching down. He placed a comforting hand on her back, and she placed her hand on top, giving him an appreciative smile. She looked back down at the floor, and the smile was lost.

`I'm fine. I'm just tired, that's all. I think I'll head off to bed' she said, taking her hand off of Harry's, and putting the books lying on her lap on the nearest table. Harry stood up, and helped her up. She thanked him, and left for her room.

Harry cleaned a bit of the library up, stacking some of the books, and extinguished the lamps and fireplace. As he made his way to his room, he heard whispers coming from Ron's room.

`Ron, please, you need to show more support to Harry. I know this is aggravating not finding any information, but we can't give up. I promise, when we get the chance, we'll go on a date, alright?' whispered Hermione. There was a pause, then Harry could hear footsteps. Harry moved quickly, but quietly, up the staircase, and into his room.

He felt bad about eavesdropping on the two of them, but even more so over what they were talking about. Ron was upset because he wanted a date with Hermione. Harry understood why, since the two of them really had no alone time. Even at Hogwarts, students could find time to be by themselves. He decided that the next day, he would tell them to go on a date to wherever they wanted to.

`Besides' he thought to himself, as he climbed into his bed, `there's somewhere I need to go alone.'

The next morning, the three where sitting in the kitchen eating their breakfast again. Harry realized that soon he would need to go and get more food, as they where finishing the bread, and had run out of peanut butter the day before. He told Ron and Hermione his plans to go to the nearby muggle grocery store, however Ron laughed at the idea.

`Harry, you're a wizard! Didn't you ever wonder where my family got all the food? You either conjure it, or, better yet, we could go to The Undry! Com'on, I'll show you' he propounded excitedly. Harry looked to question Ron about it, however Ron was already up at the fireplace, waiting with the Floo Powder. Harry gave a considering glance, and decided to follow. The three of them stood at the fireplace, and Ron happily threw the powder into the fireplace.

`Can't we just Apperate there?' asked Harry.

`No, because we don't know where it is, except Ron' stated Hermione.

`Well, I've never been there, but I know it'll be great. Alright, The Undry, OK? Make sure you have some money too' said Ron, as he stepped into the emerald flames, and yelled `The Undry!' A flash of green flames, and he was gone.

Harry was less confident now, knowing that Ron had never really been to The Undry, but they did need good. He went up to his room, got his money, and came back down to find Hermione waiting for him. He left a note for the Order, and the two of them Flooed their way to The Undry.

Harry was caught by surprise at the shear size of the place. It was huge, at least ten times bigger than any muggle grocery store he had been too. It reminded Harry of airplane hangars he saw on television while Dudley watched a show about airplanes when he was younger. Hermione also seemed to be astonished by the size of the building. One thing Harry could tell, was that it was underground, much like the Ministry, making the sight all the more wonderous.

As the three walked from the dozens of fireplaces in an offset room, a large set of open doors led to a vast hall, full of isles and tellers. The first thing Harry noticed in The Undry, was a huge cauldron filled with food at the entranceway, which had engravings marked on it.

The Undry

Food for all, to have and to eat
Some of it bland, and some of it sweet
But remember take not, what you do not need
For food shall not be given, to those of greed

The three of them moved along, and bought the various items they needed. Hermione seemed to go for more sugar free items, while Ron seemed more than happy to replace them with food that had ample amounts of sugar.

Harry was surprised by some of the isles he went down or passed by. The most notable ones included isle 57, which contained live spiders. Harry assumed they were for potions, until an old and rather ragged looking witch took a small black spider out of a jar, and ate it, making Harry cringe and look away as he heard the crunching. As they walked up the isle, Harry and Hermione suddenly noticed that Ron had mysteriously disappeared. Only after searching four isles did they find him. He told them he got lost. Hermione smirked, knowing full well the reason he left an isle full of spiders.

Isle 104 was completely dark, almost like night. They decided to skip that isle, when a few dozen bats surprised them at the entrance. The last isle, isle 304, was filled with many odd looking meats. Harry looked at one, which resembled steak, however backed away quickly when the `steak' moved slightly, and gave, what Harry could only call, a yawn.

The three of them left The Undry, with at least three weeks worth of food. They had to shrink it all in order to get it back in one trip.

`So all wizards and witches get their food there?' asked Harry, as they ate their lunches back at Grimmauld. Ron was in the middle of eating his chicken, however replied with a full mouth of food anyways.

`No, there are other places. You know, more local for some people. Best place is The Undry though, by far. But most people conjure food. Since we don't know how to yet, and the best food is at The Undry, thought it would make a good reason to go' he finished, swallowing his food.

The three finished lunch, and spent the afternoon hammering over more books in the library. Harry could see Ron trying to focus more this time, getting through at least three books this time. As supper neared, he decided to tell them to go on their date. It was hard trying to do it, without them finding out he was eavesdropping the night before.

`Well, I'm going to have supper, but I need to leave for a while tonight. I've got to go somewhere, and I've got to go alone. You guys should go and have dinner somewhere or go out' he said calmly, putting the books he had been searching through away. He had tried to pass the comment off casually, but it didn't work. Hermione looked up at Harry with an astonished look.

`Harry, no way. You can't go anywhere alone, especially now. What happens if Death Eaters get you? And besides, where do you need to go alone?' she asked harshly. Harry knew this would be coming. He was glad that she and Ron worried about him, but sometimes it was bothersome. He was of age, and should be able to do what he wants. He sometimes wondered if they thought he would just go walk up to the Riddle house without a wand, and knock on the door. He was going to retort with an aggravated response, when an obvious crack could be heard coming from the kitchen.

The three of them immediately looked at the open doorway of the room, not moving a muscle. Hermione and Ron slowly stood up, pulling out their wands, and carefully placing the books they had on their laps on the chairs. Harry put his finger to his lips as they looked back at him, and slowly made his way to the doorway.

There was someone downstairs. They had not moved out of the kitchen yet, but were creating quite a bit of noise. Harry heard the clinking of cutlery and plates. The three slowly moved out the doorway, and down the stairwell. As they turned the corner, Harry made a glance inside, just as the man within the room stood and called out loud.

`Harry! Ron! Hermione!' yelled Lupin. The three outside lowered their wands, looking at each other with a mixed feeling of relief and embarrassment. They all calmly walked into the kitchen, letting out a collective sigh of relief.

`There you are. I wondered for a moment-, why do you have your wands out?' Lupin asked quizzically, as the three sat down at the table across from Lupin.

`Sorry. We heard a crack, and worried it could be someone' said Harry. He placed his wand back in his pocket, and looked to Ron and Hermione, both looking even more embarrassed that they thought Lupin might have been a Death Eater.

`Well, there's no need to be that jumpy, especially in here. Don't forget, only people you tell can get in here. Anyways, how have you been doing?' asked Lupin. Harry looked, and found Lupin had gotten some food for himself, and was eating at a very fast pace. He had just been with Werewolves, so of course, he looked terrible. His robes where showing new tears, and the man looked like he had not slept in years.

`Just cleaning up the house, and doing some research for our summer projects' replied Hermione simply. Harry was glad she didn't mention the Horcruxes. He still had not told anyone except Ron and Hermione. Hermione gave a smile to Harry as Lupin attacked his food again, and asked how Lupin was.

`I've been better, but I'm alright. A little hungry, as you can see. I see you went and got some food. Have you three ate yet?' he asked, as he filled his mouth with a turkey sandwich. Ron looked to answer, but Harry cut him off.

`No, we haven't. But, I'm going somewhere tonight, and I thought it would give time for Ron and Hermione to go out to dinner' he stated. He knew Ron wanted it, and Hermione did too. She was still however, hesitant to accept the notion.

`Harry, I already told you, you can't go by yourself. We'll go with you. Me and Ron can go another night' she said. Ron did not look to happy, considering he had wanted to go on a date with Hermione alone for a while. Harry, on the other hand, found a solution. It was sitting right in front of him.

`How about if Remus comes with me, if that's alright?' he asked, looking hopeful. Lupin finished chewing, and nodded.

`Sure Harry. As long as you tell me where, and it's not anywhere odd, we can go. You two should go, have some fun. There's not much left in the summer, so you should take advantage of it' he gestured to Ron and Hermione. Ron was pleased, and Hermione gave a smile, but still had concern on her face.

`Alright, but be careful Harry, please' she insisted. Harry nodded, and got up to get some food for himself. Ron was already bounding upstairs, getting cloaks just incase it got chilly. The sun was still hours from setting, but the nights where cool and generally required a coat or cloak. Ron returned just as Harry finished making himself a turkey sandwich, and sat back down.

`So, where do you want to go?' Ron asked Hermione. Lupin cleared his throat, and turned around to the fireplace, where the two where standing.

`Might I suggest the Leaf and the Lowell, a very nice spot in Hogsmede at the end of Garden Street. Small, and quaint, but very good food' he finished. Ron and Hermione thanked Lupin for the suggestion, and Apperated to Hogsmede.

`So Harry, where is this mysterious place we're going tonight' Lupin asked, as he put both their dishes in the sink, and bewitched the sponge and cloth to wash them.

`Godric's Hollow.'

*

With a crack, Ron and Hermione appeared in front of Three Broomsticks, much like they did with Harry a few weeks earlier. The two of them moved up High Street until they reached Garden. It was a short, tucked away street neither of them had seen before. At the end of it, stood a small, one storey building.

Hermione agreed with Lupin, it was very quaint. A large window allowed the two to see inside the restaurant as they walked closer.

There were about a dozen tables inside, with booths arranged along the side walls. The whole dining area was lit with oil lamps hanging above the tables, allowing for the perfect amount of light. As the two of them entered, a nice looking woman approached the two of them. She carried her wand, with a notepad following her.

`Welcome to The Leaf and the Lowell. Table for two? Let me take those' she gestured, flicking her wand. Their cloaks flew quickly out of Ron's arm, and hung themselves on the coat rack on the wall next to the door. The lady smiled at the two of them, and motioned Ron and Hermione to follow her. She lead them to a table near the window, gave another flick, and two wooden chairs, and two menus appeared.

`My name is Lauren. Just tap the table with your wand when you're ready to order' she smiled, leaving the two to consider the menu. Ron quickly moved over and pulled out the chair for Hermione. She laughed a little as she sat down.

`What?' Ron asked oddly, as he took his seat across the table.

`You, pulling out my chair for me. It's sweet, but not a normal Ron thing' she admitted, giving another smile. Ron smiled as well, and glanced at the menu.

Hermione looked at the menu, and debated the various items. Lupin was right, there was a lot of good food here. She had just started looking at the appetizers, when she was surprised to see Ron putting his menu down, and taking out his wand. She hadn't even gotten to the entrees.

`You know what you want already?' she asked disbelievingly.

`Yeah, well, there's only two things I know how to pronounce on the menu anyways. It's either bread, or Roast Beef and Potatoes' he said giving a smile, trying to sound amusing. Hermione, on the other hand, was not too excited over his choice.

`Ron, when you go out, you should try something different. We could have Roast Beef back at Grimmauld anytime. I know a lot of this stuff is foreign, but some of it's very good.' She picked up her menu, and showed it to Ron.

`See, I had some of these when I was in France. This is Rabbit Sauté Chasseur. It's Rabbit cooked with white wine. Poulet Creme Fraiche, that's very good. I had it in a breathtaking restaurant in Lyon. It's chicken in the most wonderful sauce' she finished. She hoped her enthusiasm would work into Ron, and he would trust her and try something new. She was disappointed when he leaned back against his chair, and gave a smile Hermione knew meant `thanks, but no.' She put down her menu, and gave a sigh, just loud enough for Ron to hear.

`Sorry Hermione. I'm sure it all tastes great, but I honestly just want the Roast Beef. Sorry' he added, as Hermione continued to look upset. He had wanted this date for a while, and did not want to mess it up. He was going to change his mind, when she flashed a smiled, took out her wand, and tapped the table. The light above flickered for a moment, and Lauren appeared next to the table, notepad in tail.

`All set? Excellent, now, what can I get you twos to drink?' she asked cheerfully. Hermione asked for tried and true pumpkin juice, while Ron went for more simplistic water.

`Would you like to start with appetizers, or right on to the main course?' she asked happily. Hermione looked to Ron. She knew Ron had, of course, not looked at the appetizers. She was going to order one, but decided to let Ron decide.

`We'll just have out meals thanks. I'll have the Roast Beef and Potatoes' he said. Lauren nodded, and turned to Hermione.

`I'll have the Chicken Cordon Bleu please, with mixed vegetables.' Lauren smiled, and flicked her wand to the notepad. Writing appeared, and the notepad zoomed through a door that, Hermione thought, must lead to the kitchens. Hermione started to wonder, and as Lauren made two glasses, and siphoned the water and pumpkin juice into them, she couldn't hold out her question.

`You don't have house elves working in your kitchen, do you?' she asked, Ron rolling his eyes and looking out the window in response. Lauren seemed not to mind the question however.

`No. The owner, Mr. Brevamire, doesn't use house elves. He doesn't believe in slavery, so if he did had house elves here, they'd be paid, and free. None of them want to be free though, not that I'm complaining. This is a well paying job, and I don't want to loose it. There you go. I'll be back with you meals in a few minutes' she finished, turning around and checking on a couple in one of the booths.

Hermione was happy with the answer. She wished more people would be like Mr. Brevamire. Lauren didn't seem to mind house elves either. Hermione made a mental note to tell more people about this restaurant.

`How did I know you'd ask about house elves. Why can't you just relax Hermione?' asked Ron quietly a few moments later. Hermione had wanted this date to go argument free, however that hope was going down the drain.

`I am relaxed Ron, I just wanted to know, that's all' she said, trying not to show her growing dismay.

The meal continued much like this, even though neither of them wanted it to. After they started on their meals, conversation became sporadic, and usually mundane in its topics. Ron mentioned the weather three times over the course of the meal. Hermione tried to start more interesting topics, such as subjects they would be taking at Hogwarts this year, however Ron usually ended the conversations abruptly.

As they left later on that night, the stars glowing in the sky with the 3/4 moon, Hermione was trying to bring the conversation to a good point, however felt she was fighting a loosing battle. She was glad to have talking about Hogwarts behind them as they left the restaurant, when Ron brought up the one topic Hermione had avoided on purpose.

`Well, hopefully when we're back at Hogwarts, we'll have time to spend with each other. I mean, you'll have all your Head duties, and I'll have Prefect duties. I can't imagine there will be a lot of time for us' he said with a touch of misery. By this time, Hermione was ready to go back to her room.

She thought when the three of them went to Three Broomsticks that this issue was resolved, but she should have known better. She knew Ron was trying to still get reassurance that there would be time for the two of them. She honestly could not see that happening, just with trying to destroy the Horcruxes alone. She stopped and turned in front of Ron, trying very hard to make Ron understand what they had already discussed.

`Ron, lets get back to Grimmauld and we can talk about it. I'm hoping Harry is alright' she said. Ron nodded, and the two Apperated back to Grimmauld, to find it empty.

*

Harry and Remus finished putting away the dishes, and got their traveling cloaks. Harry left a note for the Order and Ron and Hermione, letting them know where the two of them went to. He hoped Ron and Hermione wouldn't be too upset at him going without them.

When Harry told he was going to Godric's Hollow, he expected Lupin to protest, and tell him to wait until it could be protected well enough. He was surprised when Lupin simply nodded, and sat back down across the table from Harry, a blank expression on his face.

`I knew this day would come. I know you want to go alone, and you are of age, so I make it up to you whether I go with you or not' he said thoughtfully.

Harry had planned to go alone, however seeing Lupin made him remember something very important. Lupin was the last true Marauder left, his father's only real friend still alive. He remembered Lupin trying to help him after the wedding night, and trying to be there for him. Harry knew going to Godric's Hollow would maybe be dangerous, and that if anyone had to go with him, Lupin would be his first choice. Of course, his next choices would be Hermione and Ron.

`Remus, if anyone should go with me, it's you. Do you want to go with me?' asked Harry consolingly. Lupin smiled at Harry's response.

`Thank you Harry. I haven't been to the Hollow since that night. I think it will do us both good to go' he said. The two of them got up, and put their cloaks one in silence.

Lupin knew where Godric's Hollow was, so Harry side along Apperated with him. After the usual siphoning and tube like experience that is Apperating, Harry's feet hit hard ground. As he looked up, he found himself on a paved road.

The sun was still in the sky, seeming ready to set in the next few hours. The road the two men stood on was in the country, slow rolling hills all around them. Brush and the several trees littered both sides of the road. Looking back, Harry could see the paved road stretch into the distance. He could see it at least a kilometer of the road behind him, before it turned and vanished.

`It's just up here' motioned Lupin, pointing ahead of the two of them. Harry nodded, and they started to walk. The road in front began to move upwards on a slow incline. After two minutes of walking, Harry wondered if they came to the right place.

`Remus, are you sure this is where it is?' Harry asked, trying not to sound worried. Lupin made a glance behind them, and continued on.

`Yes Harry, don't worry. You father wanted the house to be remote, however settled to having it on this road. This is Smarts Green. We're just outside North Nibley. It's a small muggle town, just north of Bristol, I think. You mother, being a muggleborn, wanted their house to be accessible by car, incase any of her relatives wanted to come. Although, usually it was James and Lily who went to see her parents' he said, as the road started to level out, and turn angle to the right. Harry noticed how Lupin only mentioned his mother's parents, and not Petunia.

`So why is it called Godric's Hollow?' asked Harry.

`Well, it's much like Grimmauld Place. The street Grimmauld Place is on isn't called that to the muggles. For wizards, your parents house is called Godric's Hollow. I'll tell you another time why it's named that specific name though' said Lupin, giving Harry a reassuring look.

As the road started to straighten out again, and the trees thinned out, Harry saw it. An old, but normal looking house. This was it, his first home, where everything started.

It had a small paved drive, cracked at numerous places. The small yard in front was green, but wild, with bushes and weeds growing here and there. The house itself was not what Harry was expecting.

It was an old, stony, two storey house. The stone on the outside was almost black due to age and wear. The dark black shingled roof carried the weight of a few fallen leaves, and the windows were all covered from the inside by pale white drapes.

Harry stopped a moment to take in the sight of his parents house, and continued to the door. Harry worried a bit at what could be waiting inside for him. Lupin waited at the door for Harry, and pulled out his wand.

`Go ahead Harry' he said, motioning Harry to take out his wand. Harry took a guess, and waved his wand at the locks. They clicked, and the dark wooden door opened.

`How did you know?' asked Harry, as Lupin entered the house, Harry still with his wand pointed out.

`This house has more connection to you than you know' he smiled, waiting for Harry to enter. Harry still did not understand, but entered the house none the less.

The house was dark, the curtains not allowing sunlight into the old house. Harry slowly stepped in, and jumped suddenly when the door slammed shut behind him. He could barely make out Lupin, who was standing only a few meters in front of him.

`Harry, can you please give some light?' asked Lupin.

`Lumos' said Harry, his wandtip lighting up, bathing the room in white light. Harry looked, and found the floor was made of wood, creaking slightly with each step. The walls were wood on the bottom, stone on top, with old paintings hanging here and there. At least an inch of dust was set on everything, including the floor. Harry quickly looked back at Lupin, to find him looking around the entry way as well.

`Very good Harry, however can you do that again, except adding the word “domus” to the end?' inquired Lupin. Harry gave him a peculiar look, but obliged. He lowered his wand, the light dying out.

`Lumos Domus' articulated Harry. The house immediately lit up. The lamps sparked, and the window drapes opened up, allowing sunlight to splash into the old house, and sending up huge amounts of dust in the air. Harry had to put one hand to his eyes to adjust to the light, and another to his mouth as he coughed, the dust settling back down, almost too quickly.

`Alright. Now, I guess I should show you around' said Lupin uneasily. He turned to his left, and motioned Harry to follow. Harry looked around the entry quickly, then followed.

They entered a large sitting room, with two red leather couches, and one sitting chair arranged around a large stone fireplace, sitting on an old maroon decorated rug. The painting above the fireplace depicted a scene most likely from Scotland, with high rolling hills, and a deep blue loch in the middle. A desk stood in the far corner, with old rolls of parchment and quills arranged on top.

`This is the sitting room. Your mother used to do a lot of her work there at that desk' said Lupin. Harry looked through the room as he walked towards the desk, the floor still creaking slightly.

`What did my mom and dad do for work?' asked Harry, as he reached the desk. He used a Cleaning Spell he read in the book from Mrs. Weasley from his birthday, and the dust vanished, leaving the desk clean and polished.

`You never knew? Well, you father didn't really have to work. His family had more than enough money, however, as you must know, he was never one to sit down and do nothing. So, after Hogwarts, he went and became an Auror. I suspect that's where you get your defence skills' explained Lupin. Harry was speechless. His father, an Auror, something he himself wanted to become.

`Your mother, on the other hand, was very skilled with potions. Our NEWT potions master, Professor Slughorn, always said she was the best potions student he ever taught. He encouraged her immensely, and helped her find a position in the ministry, in the Experimental Magic Department.' Lupin was now looking around the room himself, taking a closer look at the painting on the wall, while glancing at Harry every few moments.

`She worked in the ministry?' Harry questioned. His full attention was now on Lupin. Why hadn't he been told about this before?

`Yes actually, and I was very fortunate that she did too. You see' he continued, moving closer to the desk Harry was standing over, `she was one of the potions masters that created the Wolfsbane Potion, along with Damocles Belby.' Harry this time fell into the chair behind the desk, a look of total bewilderment on his face.

`She helped make the Woldsbane Potion?' he said aporetically. He had only heard of the potion a few times, but he knew it was very difficult to make. It made sense that Lupin was glad she did this, since it allowed him to maintain some control on full moons.

`Yes, she did. I think James encouraged her to figure out a potion. I was going through some tough times, and believe me, that potion helped out enormously' he added, as he moved into the next room. Harry stood up, and walked over through the doorway as well, to find himself in the kitchen.

`Of course, the kitchen. Your mother was not one for cooking. She did try once, and' he muffled a laugh, `lets just say it didn't go down that well. James, on the other hand, proved rather surprisingly, to be a good cook. He always hassled Lily for not being able to chop onions without crying' grinned Lupin, as they moved through. It was a spacious room, with wood cabinets, and a wooden island in the middle, probably used for such things as yes, chopping onions. Harry opened one of the cupboards to find it was full of clean, white plates. He closed it, and followed Lupin out of the kitchen.

They proceeded to see the dinning room, which had a very large oak table, that could easily sit twenty people, and the tea room, which looked like it could be very cozy, if not sitting under a thick layer of dust. By time they reached the front of the house again, the sun had set, and the oil lamps covered the inside of the house in an orange glow. It was when Lupin turned to go up the staircase, that Harry stopped for a moment.

`Harry? Are you alright? We don't have to go up there now. We can come back another time' expressed Lupin worriedly, as he descended the few stairs he climbed back down to Harry, who was still at the bottom.

Harry's mind was trying to comprehend what he was doing. He hadn't been in this house since his parents died. The bottom floor was not that worried him when he was walking along the road, it was what would be waiting for him on the second floor, where his parents actually died, and where Voldemort once stood, pointing his wand at Harry.

Harry mustered his courage, and started up the stairwell, not even looking at Lupin to give a response. The old wooden stairwell creaked on every step as he climbed. When he reached the top, he waited for Lupin, who was a few steps behind.

`Your parents bedroom' put Lupin simply, motioning Harry to the right, where a doorway stood. Harry entered first, and saw a large bedroom, not much bigger than Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's room. It had two windows, on the walls to the left, and in front of Harry. The bed sat on the far wall, next to a wardrobe. Harry walked around the room slowly, and his eyes landed on a vanity, sitting against the wall close to the door. It had pictures, wizard's pictures, of people. Harry picked some of them up one at a time, and saw members of the Order, some unknown people, and lastly, his parents, young and happy, on a beach in the summer, waving back at him.

Harry was lost in his emotions. There was so much about his parents he did not know. What was this picture of? How where they so happy? He could imagine them walking around the house, beaming at each other, and living a happy life.

He had missed this house, even though he had little to no memories of it. Somehow, walking through it made him realize that much more, how the Dursley's was never his real home. It was here.

Tears welled him Harry's eyes as he looked at the picture in his hand. Remus had remained silent for Harry, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Harry looked to him, and smiled, a single tear leaking onto his cheek. Harry turned back to the picture, seeing his smiling parents again, and more tears began to fall. He felt he should restrain himself, however Remus' rubbed his shoulder in support.

`It's alright to cry Harry. Know that they would be proud of you, both as the man you are, and the man you will become' he affirmed sincerely, moving to the doorway somberly. Harry wiped his tears away, pocketed the picture of his parents, and moved back into the hallway.

`Now, you are sure you want to do this Harry?' asked Remus, looking very worried at Harry as they stood in front of the last room. Harry nodded, looking determinately at the door opposite them. He slowly walked to the door, and turned the knob.

Harry's bedroom. The walls, the paint now faded to pale blue, had gold stars and moons plastered all over. A trunk, and dresser stood against one wall, and a rocking chair next to the other, right next to the window. Harry saw the chair, and could remember his mother sitting in it with him, rocking him to sleep. It was a memory that he had not had before, yet he could picture his mother there with him. Harry's eyes became watered again as he moved farther into the room. No odd marks were in the room, left by the horrible incident that happened so many years ago. Everything was like it was.

Harry moved closer to the crib, which was in the corner of the room. He looked back to see Lupin giving a supportive smile from the doorway. Harry was glad he came. He still had many questions about his parents, however those could wait until they were back at Grimmauld.

When Harry reached the crib, the reality of the situation came to him. This was where his mother died, where Voldemort tried to kill him, Harry. Harry placed a hand on the crib, and immense pain shot through his scar, causing him to double over, and fall to the ground.

`Harry!' yelled Lupin, although Harry barely heard him. His mother's screams where ripping through his mind, and the high toned laugh that followed made his scar burn even more. Harry grasped his head, trying hard to focus, however was swamped by the tremendous pain. He could feel Lupin's hands on his shoulders, however the pain coursing through his scar was just too intense to hear outside his mind. A short, snakelike sentence played in his head.

`Now, young Harry, our souls shall become intertwined.'

And with a final flash of pain, Harry was overcome, and passed out.

Spell / Name Meanings -
The Undry - From Irish myth, a cauldron that belonged to the god Daghda. The cauldron would grant food to a man, based on his merit. The idea of a wizard's version of a grocery store I thought would be neat to name after a mythical cauldron that gave out food.
Leaf and the Lowell - No real meaning, just thought it up (though the name Lowell belonged to two US poets, an astronomer, and a president of Harvard)
Lauren - L. laurus: the laurel, bay tree.
Brevamire - L. brevis: small, mire: uncommonly (Brevamire = uncommonly small)
(In respect to his views on house elves. He wishes to have them free, which means he is part of an uncommonly small amount of people).
Domus - L. domus: house

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A/N - Now this chapter has a Sorting Hat song in it, and I'd really appreciate if you could review, and let me know what you think of the song, and of the story so far. Thank you!

Oh, also, there's a little change of view here at the beginning, but it shouldn't be too confusing.

CHAPTER NINE

The Sorting Hat's Last Song

Hermione was staring at the note left on the counter of the kitchen. She and Ron had just returned from their date, and came to see if Harry and Lupin had returned yet. As she read the letter left by Harry, she couldn't hold in her feeling of mixed anger and anxiety.

`He went to Godric's Hollow!' she proclaimed loudly to herself, Ron coming into the kitchen a second later.

`What did you say? Are you OK?' he asked worriedly. He didn't hear what she said, but judging by the expression she wore, it wasn't anything good.

`No, I'm not! Harry went to Godric's Hollow!' she stressed, flashing the letter at him quickly. She wanted to be there with Harry when he returned, to help him with everything, and to show how much she was there for him. Ron saw the look on Hermione's face, and tried his best to reassure her.

`Don't worry Hermione, don't forget, Lupin went with him. Maybe this was something Harry wanted to do by himself' he said, sounding almost too mature for Ron. Hermione was not going to give up that easy though.

`I know Ron, but we promised, both of us, that we'd be there when he went back to the Hollow. I wanted to be there, to show we'd support him.' She was so torn between yelling and crying, so she settled to pacing around the kitchen, the note still clutched in her right hand, her left glued to her lip. Ron moved over slowly, stopped her, and she immediately broke down and hugged Ron as hard as possible. Ron felt uneasy, but tried to console her by patting her back lightly.

`I just hope he's safe' sniffled Hermione. Ron placed a comforting hand on the side of her head.

`Don't worry, alright? I'm sure-` was all Ron could say, for at that moment, he was cut off by a loud cracking sound. The two jumped apart, their hands at their wands, and turned towards the fireplace where the sound emanated.

`Quick, I need your help!' yelled Lupin, with an unconscious Harry on his shoulder. Ron quickly ran to Lupin's side, and helped him with Harry. Hermione was frozen on the spot. Her face was one of overwhelming shock. She looked at Harry, and panic overcame her. She quickly ran to help the three men, as they started to move across the kitchen.

`What happened?' she asked weakly, as they moved the unconscious Harry up into his room. Lupin did not respond until they laid Harry on the bed, his chest rising and falling at a phenomenally slow rate.

`We went to Godric's Hollow. Everything was alright, but when he touched his old crib, I don't know, he just collapsed. He was yelling, and his hands where over his head. Then the pain I guess became too much, and he passed out. I have to go get a healer. There's a few in the order, don't move him!' he urged them flatly, Apparating away.

Hermione went over to Harry's bed, and watched him, Ron pulling up two chairs for them to sit on. Harry's breathing was shallow, and his face was sweaty. Ron put an arm around Hermione, to try and support her, but it didn't work. Seeing Harry like that could not stop her from crying, and tears started to rain from her eyes. She turned to Ron, and buried her face in his shoulder. Ron held her tightly, as he looked at his best friend lying on his bed.

`We shouldn't have gone' squeaked Hermione from Ron's shoulder.

`Harry wanted us to go, probably so he could go alone. And don't blame yourself for this, alright?' whispered Ron.

`This is exactly why I wanted to go, so nothing bad would happen. Now look!' she sputtered, taking some of her anger out on Ron. She knew it wasn't his fault, but the way he was talking was not making her feel any better.

She moved over, and sat on the side of the bed, placing her hand on Harry's. Ron moved his chair closer, and looked on. He knew Hermione just wanted to make sure Harry was alright. It wasn't anything else, he told himself.

As Hermione took her hand out of Harry's, and moved it to his forehead, to move some of his hair out of his eyes, she noticed his scar. She placed her hand on his forehead over his scar, and closed her eyes, hoping like so many other times, that Harry would be alright.

*

Harry's eyes opened wide, his lungs taking in a large gulp of air, and he grabbed the hand that rested on his forehead. Hermione shrieked slightly, and nearly fell off the bed in surprise, but managed to stay on.

`Harry! Harry, are you alright? What happened?' she asked hurriedly. Harry's eyes moved to Hermione's, and he saw they were filled with panic. He gave her hand a warm rub with his thumb, and sat up slowly, Ron moving over to help him.

`I'm . . . alright' he managed to say, trying to get his bearings. He saw that he was back at Grimmauld. Lupin must have brought him back after what happened.

`What happened mate, you don't look so good' indicated Ron, sitting back in his chair. Harry didn't look good at all. The colour from his face was gone, and he looked as pale as a ghost. His hair was sweaty, and his hands were shaking.

`I . . . I don't know. I was in my room, at the Hollow. I put a hand on the crib, and I don't know. My scar, it just . . . burned. More pain than I've ever had before. I heard my mother screaming, and Voldemort' he breathed. Hermione's face was still looking grave, her hand behind Harry just incase he fell back. He was swaying slightly, so the chance was high.

`Maybe it was being where your mother died that caused the flash' proposed Hermione. Harry thought about it, and it made the most sense. Being right at the spot where his mother died would probably cause his scar to hurt, but to such a degree?

`Yeah, it was probably that' added Ron. Hermione turned her head over, and gave Ron a sympathetic smile.

Just at that moment, there was the loud crack of Lupin returning, with an older woman with a handbag, and Mad-Eye Moody. The woman, who Hermione knew to be Freya Aberton, a member of the Order who worked as a healer at St. Mungo's, quickly moved Ron and Hermione away from Harry, and started looking over him with her wand. Harry wanted his two friends to stay there, but let the healer do her thing.

Hermione and Ron moved over to give her some room, and went to Lupin and Mad-Eye. Harry could hear Hermione and Ron tell Lupin that he had just woken up, and that it was probably caused by a flashback.

`That's what I figured' Lupin replied, nodding, looking worried. Freya took out a beaker with an amber substance inside, and gave it to Harry. Harry was unsure as to whether to take it or not, considering he never met the woman before, however remembered that Hermione must trust her enough with the secret, so she was alright. He tipped the beaker bottoms up, and gulped down the viscous apple juice like substance. His vision became hazy, and he quickly faded into sleep.

*

As Harry's head hit the pillow, Freya snapped close her handbag, and walked to the four of them.

`He's exhausted, but otherwise I think he will be fine. I gave him a sleeping potion for now. He should be alright in the morning, I can imagine. If there are any more problems, just call. Oh, and I found this in his pocket' she said, giving a smile to Hermione, and giving her a picture frame. She Apparated away, and Hermione turned the frame over to see Harry's parents smiling back, on some far off beach.

`I think it's alright Moody, I'll take care of things from here' said Lupin. Moody nodded, his electric blue eye swiveling around in every direction as usual, and Apparated away as well. Hermione smiled at the picture she held, and put it on the nighstand next to Harry. The three left Harry in his room, resting soundly, and proceeded to the kitchen. Lupin explained what happened on their trip, in more detail, and then asked about Ron and Hermione's date.

`It went alright' put Ron. Hermione nodded in agreement, and gave a sigh. The night had been very busy, and she was starting to realize how tired she was. She was a little more relaxed now, knowing that Harry would be alright. She said goodnight to the two men, and went to bed, still worked up over the night's events.

The next morning, Hermione woke early. She had a hard night's sleep, filled with nightmares. She woke numerous times sweating, and having to slow her breathing and try to relax before drifting back to sleep. When she woke for what must have been the sixth time, the sun was on the verge of rising. She was not pleased, but resolved to get up, and putting on her house coat, decided to go downstairs to the kitchen, to wait for Ron to wake up. When she entered the kitchen, she was surprised to see Harry sitting at the table, facing the fireplace.

`He looks so lonely' thought Hermione. She decided to leave him alone, since he was obviously in deep thinking, and would want to be alone. She turned, and started out of the kitchen quietly.

*

`I made toast' said Harry, still facing the fireplace. He heard Hermione come down the hallway, and could tell she was going to leave. He had been down there for a while, however had enough of sitting alone, and would enjoy company. Hermione smiled, turned back around, and sat down next to him. Harry was eating some toast, with peanut butter and jam.

`How are you feeling?' she asked. He looked better than last night. Some colour returned to his face, and his hands had stopped shaking.

`I'm better. And thank you for last night' expressed Harry, giving Hermione a smile. She furrowed her brow slightly as she helped herself to some toast.

`Last night? Harry, I didn't do anything' she said, reaching for the jam. Harry passed it to her, and replied.

`You did. You woke me up' he explained, taking a bite of his toast and smiling.

`Woke you up?' questioned Hermione. Harry nodded, and put his finger up indicating he would answer after finishing his toast. Hermione let a small smile wipe across her face, remembering Ron and how he answered with food still in his mouth.

`Yeah. I don't know what was going on before, but I felt your hand on my forehead. It woke me up, so thank you' he said nicely, taking a drink of pumpkin juice.

`Enough of me, how was your date last night with Ron?' asked Harry, changing the subject. He knew Hermione would pick up on the change, and he hoped she would allow it and not press the matter.

`Oh, well, it was alright, I guess' she replied, not sounding too convincing. Harry lowered his glance at her. He knew she wasn't telling the whole truth. He had wished it went well for them, but could tell it didn't exactly.

She went on and told Harry about the dinner. She mentioned some encouraging events to take place, however Harry felt she was still holding back a little. As she finished, Ron came groggily into the kitchen, slumping himself into a seat across from Harry and Hermione.

`Morning. How you feeling mate?' he asked, as he took the remaining four pieces of toast.

`I'm better, thanks. It was weird. I mean, I was worried if something would happen, but didn't expect that' responded Harry. He had decided that morning that he would not tell Ron or Hermione about the sentence Voldemort said yet. He himself was trying to understand it.

Their souls would be intertwined? Dumbledore talked about how Voldemort, by marking Harry, had given him the powers he would need. He never mentioned anything about their souls. Harry realized as he was sitting in the kitchen before Hermione came in, that that one sentence would take a while to fully understand.

`So, how was it? I mean, Godric's Hollow?' asked Hermione hesitantly. Harry knew she had been aching to ask, and had no problem telling them. After all, they probably wanted to come with him. He felt they at least deserved an explanation of why he wanted to go alone, and how the Hollow was.

`First, let me say, I'm sorry. I should have told you where I was going, because I knew that you both wanted to come' he started. Hermione put her hand out, and shook her head. Harry got the idea, and stopped.

`Harry, me and Ron aren't upset. We wanted to go, yes, but it was your decision. You had every right to go there alone. I was just glad Lupin showed up when he did' she added, the other two agreeing.

`For sure. Lupin asked if I wanted to go alone, but he's my dad's last friend left alive. He deserved to go as much as I did, so we both went. That, and I didn't know where Godric's Hollow was anyways' Harry smiled, letting a small laugh escape.

Harry went on, and told them about the Hollow. The paintings, the desk, the bedrooms, and finding out what his parents did for a living. Hermione didn't seem as surprised about his parents occupations compared to Ron.

`Well, Slughorn did go on and on about your mother and potions. The Wolfsbane Potion though? I mean, it is one of the hardest potions in the world to make. To actually create it? She must have been very skilled' she complimented, as an owl descended through the open window, and landed in front of her. It held out its leg, and Hermione put a Knut in its pouch. She picked up the Prophet, and started to read. Ron was still going on about Harry's parents, and sounded very enthused about Harry's dad's profession, almost more than Harry himself.

`Still though, you dad, an Auror! Think of it, you're following your father's footsteps!' exclaimed Ron, as he put the plates in the sink, and used the Self Washing Spell on them. `Anybody we know?' he asked, as he came back to the table. It was almost every morning he asked Hermione that as she read the paper.

`No, luckily. I haven't seen anyone in here since Terry that we know. Some more people missing though. There was an Auror raid at some place called Spinner's End just outside London, but they found no one there' she said miserably. Auror raids where happening more often, but every time it seemed they found nothing. Meanwhile, more people went missing every day. A few days ago, the Deputy Head of Administration for the Ministry was found dead, along with his wife and four children. The Dark Mark was cast over their house.

The three decided that today would be the day to go to Diagon Alley. August had passed quickly, and the first of September was only two days away. Hermione, surprisingly, had lost track of time, and the mention of two days until back to school sent her into a ruckus.

`Oh no! I need so many things! I mean, there are our books, quills, parchment, robes, everything! Com'on!' she insisted, dragging Ron and Harry through the doorway of Flourish and Blotts. Very few people where on the street, and if they were, they generally stayed in packs, moving from store to store at top speed. The three friends decided if trouble arose, to Apparate back to Grimmauld regardless of what happens. They heard from Hagrid and few other Order members that they had guards on Diagon Alley to protect students, but there was still a high chance of an attack.

As the day moved on, and they quickly bought what they neeed, Hermione finally loosened her grip on the other two, literally. Harry was relieved, considering the arm of his shirt had ripped twice because she pulled too hard.

Coming along the street, they passed by Ollivander's. The store was still closed up, however a sign posted in the window caught Harry's attention.

A WAND YOU WISH?
GO TO FALBHANAC'S WAND SHOP
LOCATED AT 18B DIAGON ALLEY, NEXT TO OBSCURUS BOOKS

'They found someone to replace Mr. Ollivander?' Hermione questioned, looking at Harry and Ron.

'I guess' Harry answered. Looking at his watch, he found they had the time, and walked down towards the wand shop. Passing a few groups of closely knit people, they found the extremely small shop, which looked about the size of a broom cupboard. There was a small group waiting outside, and Harry carefully approached the tiny front window.

Looking through the dirty window, Harry could see a tall beefy man standing in the room, rummaging through a mirad of boxes for a short and scared looking girl, while her mother waited behind her. The large man seemed jumpy, and sporatic in his pickings for a wand. His white, waving hair jumped around like a ghostly wildfire as he moved through the boxes, and the mother held her daughter tighter as the man moved in more haste.

Finally, the large man pulled out a box, and slammed it on the table in front of him. The girl and woman both jumped, and quickly threw down several Galeons, before grabbing the box, and skurrying out of the store as quick as possible.

'NEXT PLEAZE! ZEND IN ZEH NEXT CUSTOOMER!' boomed from inside the store, and out the doorway. The group waiting outside took careful look at each other, and a small boy hopped into the store with an older man who looked like his father.

The little girl and her mother came out and opened the box quickly to find a dark wooded wand.

'Who is that man?' Hermione asked, after taking a look inside and seeing the odd man.

'That's Mr. Falbhanac' the little girl said. The mother looked at Harry and the others, and held her daughter closely as they walked away quickly. Harry looked to Hermione, who gave a strange quirk of her brow, and Ron moved away from the window.

'That man's mental! He doesn't even tell them what's in the wand, or measure them!' he said, as the group moved away from the tiny store as the man shouted for the next customer.

'I hope Mr. Ollivander is alright' Hermione stated, as they moved back up the street. Harry was looking around carefully for anything odd.

'I'm sure he's alright. Ollivander's strange, but he's not stupid' Ron put in.

Soon enough, they finished their purchases quickly, and made a brief appearance at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The twins where excited to see them, especially Ron.

`Hey there Harry, Hermione, and oh, who's this one?' propounded George overly excited.

`He looks kinda ugly, don't you think?' said Fred beamily.

`Almost troll ugly I'd say. That must mean he's our oaf of a brother. What's his name again?' asked George, turning to Fred, a mock look of confusion on both their faces. Harry and Hermione smiled at the twins. Ron, on the other hand, was looking quite agitated.

`I think I remember . . . what was it, oh yeah, WON WON!' expelled Fred, throwing his arms into the air.

`WON WON!' bellowed the two of them together, both with hands flying into the air, and coming from behind the counter and giving Ron an overly elaborate hug. Harry and Hermione were laughing so hard, they had to prop themselves on the nearby shelves from falling over. Customers in the store, a large amount compared to on the street, looked at what the commotion was, and joined the laughing. Ron wasn't too pleased.

`Geroffme!' he shouted angrily, Harry and Hermione, along with the rest of the store, still laughing too much to help. The twins finally let go of him, and Ron stomped out of the store, almost breaking the door on the way out. Harry and Hermione's laughs died down, and they helped each other to standing position. The twins still looked very pleased with themselves.

`I'd better go calm him down. Meet you outside, alright?' asked Hermione quickly. Harry nodded, and she rushed out the door, turning left and running pass the window of the shop.

`So Harry, what brings you to our fine establishment?' asked Fred as if nothing happened. George went back behind the counter, to deal with a customer.

`We just thought we'd see how things are' answered Harry, looking at some of the boxes on the shelves. He noticed such products as Unbelievable Underpants, Bombastic Bubblegum, Fainting Fancies, and the well known Nosebleed Nougat.

`Business is going well. Our defence products are selling splendidly. Our shield hats and cloaks are in full production. We even started on something I think even you might buy, although you already have one' divulged Fred, moving Harry into the back room of the store. He flicked his wand, turning on the oil lamp, and picked up a silver coloured cloak.

`Looks nice' Harry complimented. Fred laughed.

`Maybe now, but it looks much better like this' he said, throwing the cloak around him, and vanishing.

`You're making invisibility cloaks!' smiled Harry, Fred reappearing a second later, two feet to the right of where he left.

`That's right mate. They are hard to make though. This is the first one that actually works. Takes a few months to make the material correct. First few we made, we accidentally put both sides of the cloak in the invisibility potion. Can't seem to find them now' he explained, putting the cloak back down, silver side up.

Harry said goodbye to Fred and George, and went to find Ron and Hermione. Once he was outside, it wasn't too hard. The two of them were standing in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, which was closed, probably because business was too low. Harry figured as much, wondering who would go out for icecream now.

As Harry walked towards the two of them, he could hear them bickering. At first he was hesitant to approach, but if they wanted to fight, they could do it at Grimmauld. Out here on Diagon Alley, it was not good to linger.

`Oh Ron! It was only a joke!' snapped Hermione. Ron was walking away from her at the time, but turned around and glared.

`I don't care! I don't like it when they make fun of me! And how did they find out about what Lav called me?' he fumed. Hermione was about to respond, looking fairly enraged, when Harry stood between them, facing Ron.

`Look, chill out, alright? We've gotten what we needed here, and we need to head back, alright?' he finished firmly. Ron looked a little disappointed with himself, and nodded. Harry turned around to Hermione, still not in the mood to argue. She nodded as well, her eyes not meeting Harry's.

`Alright, lets go then' expelled Harry flatly. He thought of the kitchen at Grimmauld, and Apparated away. His feet hit the stone floor a few moments later, quickly followed by Hermione and Ron. Ron apologized, and they all went up to their rooms, and put their items away in their trunks. By time they finished, and went back down to the kitchen, it was about time to go to The Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley had sent an owl a few days before, telling them to come out for supper. Harry was more than pleased to go back to The Burrow. They Apparated there, and knocked on the door, Mrs. Weasley talking through it.

`Who's there?' her muffled voice asked.

`It's us Mom, Ron, Hermione, and Harry' answered Ron.

`OK. Ron, what was the first broom you flew on, Hermione, what did we talk about at Harry's birthday party, and Harry dear, what shape did the boggart take when we cleaned Grimmauld?' she asked in succession. Ron answered the first correctly, the first broom he flew was an old Swiftstick. Hermione told her they talked about being a Healer as a career. Harry told the door the boggart turned into Ron, and the rest of the Weasley's, and himself.

`Mom, why did we never go to the Undry?' asked Ron, with a smirk to Harry.

`Because all the weird ones go there, and there's no need to spend money when we can conjure food for free' she declared, sounding rather sickened by the idea of going to the Undry. Ron laughed, and nodded to the other two, telling them that was the correct answer. The door unbolted, and swung open.

`Sorry you three. You know, have to be safe' she confessed as they entered. She closed the door quickly, and gave all of them separate hugs. Harry came to expect the bone-crushing hugs now whenever he came to visit. They all carried on to the sitting room, where Ginny was sitting with her pygmy puff Arnold.

`Hi guys. It's so good you guys came. I've been going nuts, being the only one here' she admitted as Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down. Harry still felt a little odd around Ginny, but he could tell she was just happy someone around her age was here.

`Hi Ginny, excited to be going back?' asked Hermione.

`Definitely! I've been writing a few people. Luna is coming back. Her dad said it was up to her. Said he was more worried about some monster or something. Can't remember the name exactly. She was made a prefect though' she informed them.

The dinner was very nice, and Harry enjoyed his time. He carried on many conversations with Ginny, and found they where without a hint of worry or concern. She seemed to enjoy just being friends, and so did Harry. Mr. Weasley joined them just before the meal started. Things at the ministry were not going well. At least six Aurors had gone missing in the past week, and numerous people where being screened for the Imperius Curse. The worst news was that guards at Azkaban hadn't been heard from for the past two days, and a Ministry scout team had been sent to check on them.

On the last day of summer, Harry decided to make sure all the relevant books had been checked in the library, and his room, and to make sure his things where packed. Slytherin's Locket was still there, under numerous books, as well as the picture from the Hollow Harry brought with him. A few Order members, like Tonks, Lupin, Dedalus Diggle, Hestia Jones, and a newer member, Baldric Branwen, stayed at Grimmauld to escort the three students to Kings Cross in the morning.

Harry liked Baldric. He was a tall, gangly looking man with diminutive brown hair and hazel eyes, who worked at the ministry in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and was a seventh year Ravenclaw in Harry's first year. For a while now, he had been getting information to the Order about crimes happening around Britain, murders and kidnappings mostly.

Just as Harry began thinking of going to sleep that night, Hermione came to see him in the kitchen. Harry had been talking to Baldric and Tonks about the recent victory for the Falmouth Falcons over the Appleby Arrows in the British Quidditch League.

`Do you mind if I talk to Harry?' she inquired shakily. Harry turned around, and smiled, motioning her to sit down next to him. Baldric and Tonks said goodnight, and left them.

`What's up Hermione?' questioned Harry, wondering why she had waited until this late at night to talk.

`Well, you know, tomorrow on the train, we'll have to tell the prefects what to do and such' she started. Harry had totally forgotten about being Head Boy. He hadn't even read the booklet that was sent with his letter. Hermione seemed to notice his dismayed look.

`Don't worry Harry, I'll do most of the talking. If you can say a few words here and there, that'll be alright. OK?' she said. Harry agreed, thankful she had a better idea of what she was doing than he did, and the two went to sleep.

In the morning, Harry woke up from yet another nightmare. It was more a dream than nightmare, since nothing horrible actually happened. He had been having on and off during the summer.

Harry would start in the Department of Mysteries, with Hermione, Luna, and oddly enough, Hagrid. Harry would open a door, and regardless of which one it was, it would be the room with the veil. Harry would enter the room, and the door would slam behind him, leaving him by himself.

Harry would walk up to the veil, and start to hear the voices again. The voices where quiet, and he would move closer. Just as he almost touched the black curtain, a voice would speak louder than the rest.

`Don't touch the veil' Sirius' voice would calmly say. Harry would jump back, and wake up every time at that point. He didn't like it, because it left him usually disoriented and upset he wasn't able to talk back.

As he gathered his bearings, and saw his packed trunk on the floor, he remembered today he would be returning to Hogwarts. He smiled at the fact that in a few hours, he would be on his way to the magical school.

He got up, and moved his trunk and Hedwig downstairs. Since they where all of age, they could simply Apparate to the platform. Lupin and a few other order members insisted on accompanying them anyways. They grabbed their items, shrunk them to fit in their pockets, and got ready. Harry was worried about bringing Hedwig, wondering what Apparating would do to her, but figured if he could survive it alright, she would too. Just end up a little scared maybe.

The group stood in the kitchen, and Apparated to Platform 9 3/4. Once they arrived, Harry checked on Hedwig. The siphoning seemed to disorient her, and she was squawking and flapping her wings madly. Harry tried to calm her down, but it wasn't working. He opened up her cage, and she immediately flew out, her right wing smacking Harry across the face as she took to flight. She seemed to fly alright, and stopped squawking after a while. He decided to let her fly, and get her when on the train, hopefully allowing her to vent some anger. Looking back down, Harry snickered at Hermione's attempts to calm Crookshanks, who was hissing madly, his eyes darting every direction trying to follow the endless noise on the platform. Ron was already meeting up with his mother and Ginny, who were farther down the platform.

Harry said goodbye to the guard, and walked down to say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley and Mad-Eye, who came with her and Ginny. Lupin made Harry promise to owl or use Floo to contact the order incase anything was wrong, and Mrs. Weasley very much ordered them to come to the Burrow for Christmas, and to Floo if they had any problems, or talk to Professor McGonagall. Once they where on the train, Harry felt very odd, as he moved to the front, since he was always one to sit closer to the back. Still, the fact that only a few months ago, he had been expecting never to be on this steamer again, he was incredibly happy to be back.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny reached the front car, which had two large compartments. The first was marked “PREFECTS” on the door, the second “HEADS”. Harry went ahead, and put his trunk and empty cage inside the head's compartment, on the seat to the right.

It was much like the ones in the rest of the train, except that it had a bit more space and a wooden table in the center, which was bolted to the floor. Hermione followed behind slowly, and put her trunk and Crookshanks on one of the seats on the left. She plopped herself down next to Crookshanks' cage, and let him out. He was much more hospitable now, and purred lightly as Hermione pat him, while she observed the compartment.

`Harry, do you think Ron should stay in here with us?' she asked. Harry had sat down, and was watching students outside enter the train. It was hard to tell if less people where coming to Hogwarts, but he hoped most would come back. Hearing Hermione, he pulled his face from the window.

`Why wouldn't we?' wondered Harry. Ron had always been with them. Now that Ron and Hermione where sort of going out, it would make sense they would sit together. Harry just hoped they wouldn't snog or anything in front of him. It still made him a little uncomfortable.

`Well, I mean, he's a prefect, and we're heads. We can't show favouratism' she explained, looking a little concerned. Harry still couldn't really understand her worry.

`I don't think it matters much Hermione. I mean, everyone knows we're friends. Just as long as we do our head duties, and he does his prefect duties, there's nothing wrong. Don't worry about it' he assured. Hermione smiled, and as she put Crookshanks on the seat, the whistle blew, and doors could be heard closing.

`We should go check with the driver, and get our directions' she proposed. Harry nodded, and the two of them moved to the hallway, making sure Crookshanks didn't get out of the room. Prefects where loading into the second compartment, and Harry was glad to see some familiar faces. Ron had already entered the compartment with Ginny, and was talking with other prefects.

They walked across the walkway, and into the engine room. An old man with a striped conductor's hat was at the whistle, looking down the train, hanging outside the window. When Harry closed the door, the man looked in quickly, letting go of the whistle.

`Whos are you?' he asked harshly, coming back into the room.

`I am the Head Boy, and she is the Head Girl. We came for our instructions, and to make sure things are alright' replied Harry confidently. Hermione looked to Harry and smiled, her glance lasting a few moments as Harry observed the drivers reaction. The driver loosened his expression, and gave a smile as well, the creases in his face doubling, giving it a resemblance to melted plastic. Harry thought he looked better upset.

`Alrigh'. Sorry for bein' so mean. I gotta make sure none `o the other students come up here yeh know. Ah, here we are' he said, opening up a drawer, and taking out a roll of parchment, and giving it to Harry.

`We'll be out'n a sec'. Shouldn't have any problems t'day' he indicated. Harry and Hermione waved goodbye, and went back to their compartment, to read their instructions.

`That was very mature Harry' complimented Hermione. Harry smiled, and put the parchment roll on top of the table. The whistle blew a final time, and the train gave a jolt. Harry took out his wand, and tapped the parchment, which unfolded flat.

Hermione moved over, and sat down next to Harry, and they read the parchment together. Harry more than once found himself enjoying the honeysuckle scent again, the memory of that summer hug creeping back into his mind. He shook his head slightly, and focused on the letter. The fact that Hermione smelled nice never distracted him before. Then again, he never really noticed her scent before.

He got back to himself, and quickly read the parchment. It was from McGonagall. They finished reading after a few moments, and made sure they both understood. It basically told them to keep up the rotations for patrols, to take care of any problems, and make sure nothing happens in general. Members of the Order and Aurors where on board just incase, but only as a precaution. McGonagall also said that she wants the heads to hold weekly meetings with Prefects this year to “discuss issues they wished resolved.” A list of prefects was included, and she told them to make up a rotation for patrols. It also stated they had to get into robes right away, to “show the proper example”. Both sighed, but put their robes on, along with their head badges. The letter finished with McGonagall saying she would be having an important meeting with them after the welcoming feast.

As Harry put on his robes, his hand rubbed against his mother's locket. He hadn't taken it off since it was given to him, aside when he had showers. He glanced at it for a moment, then tucked it inside his shirt. They quickly made a rotation for rounds, putting Ron, Ginny, and Luna's first to get them out of the way. They finished, and the two heads went to the prefect's compartment.

As they entered, they found the compartment full of people. Harry could only guess that most of the prefects had returned, and was happy to see some friendly faces. Ron and Ginny were sitting with Luna, who still looked as dreamy eyed as ever. She luckily did not have a copy of the Quibbler with her. Harry looked around quickly, and could see only two Slytherin's, Pansy Parkinson, and Theodore Nott. Harry was surprised to see him, considering he had named his father as a death eater. Hermione looked around the room wearing a smile, and took a breath.

`Hello everyone. I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm Head Girl. As everyone knows, this is Harry, and he is Head Boy. This year at Hogwarts will be hard, not just for us, but for everyone. Dumbledore isn't there anymore, and less students will be returning because of what's going on with Voldemort' she said confidently. Everyone in the room shuttered except for Harry and Hermione. She let them settle down, and continued.

`Me and Harry will be very busy this year, and will rely on you all to help us, the professors, and Hogwarts. Report to us on any problems you can't deal with. This year, we will be holding weekly meetings with all the prefects to voice any concerns or problems. Please write down your names, what house you belong to, and what you want to do for a career on this sheet of parchment here before you leave. I'm hoping that we can work all together and make this year at Hogwarts the best it can be.' She put the sheet of blank parchment on the table in the room, along with a quill, and returned to Harry's side. She smiled at everyone, and looked to Harry, motioning him to speak. Everyone was very silent, as the train chugged its way along. Harry took a breath, and tried to figure something to say. He never liked public speaking.

`Err, well, keep a good eye out for anything alright? Any problems, or worries, come to us or your head of house. That's about it' he finished. Hermione looked a bit disappointed for a moment, then smiled at everyone, and put up the rotation schedule with a Sticking Charm. As Harry and Hermione went and said hello to Luna and other prefects they knew, everyone else went to check their times for patrolling. Ron went ahead and did his patrol for the first twenty minutes, along with a fifth year Ravenclaw girl. Harry and Hermione meanwhile returned to their compartment. Harry sat down, and let out a relieved sigh. Hermione, on the other hand, gave him a displeased look.

`What?' he asked sardonically. She rolled her eyes, and pat Crookshanks, who had just jumped on her lap.

`”Keep a good eye out”? Harry, com'on, you could have done way better than that' she replied moodily.

`Well, what did you expect me to say? You said everything that needed to be said' he responded. It was true, she had said everything that was in the letter for them to say. What else could he say to a group of people that didn't like him anyways.

`I don't know, you could have maybe encouraged them, or let them know that things will be alright. Everyone's worried about this year. With Dumbledore gone, and Voldemort on the loose, the school's in a lot of danger this year' she fretted, looking downcast.

`How could I encourage them Hermione? I know things won't be alright, they're going to get worst. You know it too. Besides, it wouldn't help them anyways. None of them would believe me' he said, looking out the window. The train was passing open fields. Harry took a quick glance at Hermione, and saw a sad look on her face. Her head lowered, taking a look at the purring ball of ginger cat sitting on her lap.

`It would help me' she whispered. He looked over to see her still looking at Crookshanks.

Harry felt horrible. He moved over, and sat down next to her. Crookshanks gave him a glance, and moved so he was half on Harry, half on Hermione. Harry pat the cat, and looked down at the side of Hermione's face. Her hair was covering it, but she moved her hand over to wipe it, Harry knew, because she was on the verge of crying.

`Hermione' he started gently. She sniffled, and wiped her face again. Harry put his hand on her cheek, and moved her face so he could see her. Her hair was still in her face, and she moved it away with her hand. Harry looked her right in the eyes.

`Hermione, I'm sorry. It's like at the beginning of summer, everything will be alright, OK? I just get flustered sometimes. Don't worry alright, we'll get through it' he finished. She sniffled lightly, and sighed.

`Harry, please say you'll beat him. I don't want you to die' she breathed, the last word barely escaping her mouth.

`Hermione, I don't-` he was interrupted. Hermione placed her hand on his shoulder, and looked at him pleadingly.

`Please Harry' she asked faintly. Harry looked at her, and saw how troubled she was about this. He knew, like during the summer, she was looking for support.

`I will finish him, and everything will be alright' he said quietly. He rubbed her cheek, and she smiled, still with tears in her eyes. Harry smiled back, and they gave each other a hug, Crookshanks jumping off to avoid being squished.

For the second time that day, Harry found himself awash in the Hermione's scent. He embraced her warmly, and closed his eyes. The smell made his head swim lightly, and he found himself not minding it one bit. Hermione put her head on his shoulder, and he felt a shiver run through his chest. He allowed himself to bask in the moment, only to hear the compartment door slide open. He opened his eyes quickly, to see Ron coming in.

He looked at the two of them, just as they separated hurriedly. Ron stood for a moment, a dazed look upon his face, looking from Harry to Hermione. Harry was worried that Ron would think something was going on, and his heart was beating a little faster. He was glad that Ron's face lightened a bit, and he took a seat across from the two of them

`We finished our rounds. Things are alright. Some fourth years in the third car were playing some wild games, but I stopped them. Are you guys alright?' he asked, now looking closer at Hermione. She had wiped her eyes more, but it was clear she had cried. Ron had tried to pet Crookshanks while talking, but the cat had found himself under the table, not wanting to be disturbed.

`I'm fine, don't worry' said Hermione tiredly. Harry felt a little odd in the room.

`I'm going to check on the other prefects. I'll be back in a moment' he declared quickly, getting up, and leaving before either of them could protest.

Harry went ahead and decided to check the train, for fellow Gryffindors, and to just think, while giving time to Ron and Hermione. He was liking how he and Hermione were becoming close friends, being able to help each other out in situations like back in the compartment, but was confused as to some of the newer things he was feeling. He knew she was important to him. She always was, but even more so now, being his secret keeper, and of course, as one of his best friends. He liked how she made him feel at ease, and had a knack for knowing what he was thinking, or what to say. But why was he noticing how wonderful she felt, or her scent? He though about it for a while, and concluded it was simply because he had not been as close with Hermione as he was now. It couldn't be anything else, because she was with Ron, and Harry was happy for the both of them.

As Harry walked along, he met up with Dean, Seamus, Neville, a few other Gryffindors, and members of the Order, who where patrolling the train. When he came back and reached the Head compartment, he decided to knock, so he wouldn't have to see Ron and Hermione snogging. He went inside, to find Ron just sitting back down on the right side of the compartment, both he and Hermione looking at ease.

The rest of the journey was much like years before. Harry and Ron played wizard's chess and Exploding Snap, while Hermione read more on their head duties as well as reviewing some of the texts. The food trolley came early, which pleased Ron. Luna and Ginny came in and spent some time with them, enjoying the larger space, and that their patrols were at the beginning of the ride. After a while, Harry and Hermione went to check with the driver again, and found out they where only twenty minutes from Hogwarts. They went back to the compartment, and told the others to change into robes. When the train finally came to a halt, they had arrived at Hogsmede station.

The sun had set a few hours before, and the lights at the station showed the students their way to the carriages. It was cool, but wearing their cloaks was enough to keep warm. Harry stepped off the step with his trunk, and Hedwig. She had returned about an hour after leaving Kings Cross. She was much nicer when she came back, seeming to forgive Harry for the Apparating.

As they departed the train, Harry breathed in the wonderful smell of Hogsmede. Harry couldn't explain it to anyone if they asked, but he always loved the smell, the sound, and site of the town and Hogwarts. He looked up, and since he couldn't see stars, he knew an overcast sky hung above him. Harry walked a little down the platform, and said hi to Hagrid, who was waiting for the first years. He had a few Aurors with him as well.

`Hiya there Harry! They're here jus' `n case' he motioned at the Aurors. `Now come along firs' years!' he bellowed, waving his lantern. Harry gave him a wave, and moved to the carriages. Hermione had made sure the prefects got everyone on, and they started their way to Hogwarts in the last carriage to leave. Harry ended up sharing it with Hermione, Ron, and Luna.

`Well, hopefully this year, we won't have any problems with Flying Franbockers. I heard they had troubles with them in Scotland this year. They do terrible damage to people's toes' Luna said abstractedly, winding her finger in her hair. Hermione eyes looked up and she sighed, no doubt realizing that this year would not be without Luna's oddness. Harry shook his head and stifled his laugh. He knew how much Hermione just wanted to rage on about how something like Flying Franbockers could never, or will never exist. Ron and Ginny were busy looking out at Hogwarts, as they starting up the slope towards the castle.

When they exited, they found Professor Sprout and two tall, however very young, Aurors getting students into the castle with haste. Harry thought the security that he saw so far was a bit extreme, but followed inside with the other students. As he passed the Aurors, he was surprised to see them scanning over Harry, watching him as he entered the castle. They went through the Entrance Hall, and into the Great Hall.

Just as it should be, the Great Hall had thousands of candles suspended above the four house tables, and the overcast sky mimicked above. Harry, along with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, who had met up with them after getting out of the carriage, said goodbye to Luna, and made their way to the Gryffindor table. Students filed in from the outside, and Harry was glad to see the bulk of students had returned. The Slytherin table was noticeably thinned, but most other houses where the same. Gryffindor looked almost identical as the year before.

`Did you see, Pavarti and Padma didn't come back' pointed our Ginny. Harry looked up and down the table, and found that it was true. Pavarti wasn't there. Lavender was back, however looked very upset. She must be feeling that way because of Pavarti.

`Well, I can imagine so. Lavender was saying on the train ride back before summer that Pavarti had to beg her mother to stay for the funeral. Her mother agreed, but picked them up right afterwards' explained Hermione.

The commotion in the hall dwindled as the professors came in through a side door, and sat down. Professor McGonagall was sitting in the high-backed golden chair located in the centre, wearing dark purple, almost black robes, with gold moon crescents and stars lining the bottom. Harry thought it was nice she tried more Dumbledore-like attire, although he considered it funny that even with these, the moons and stars where evenly spaced along the bottom of her robes in a single line. Professor McGonagall was never one for disarray and disorganization.

Filch, Madame Hooch, and Madam Pomfery where on her right along with a few others, while Professor Sprout, and Professor Trelawney sat to her left with some other older wizards and witches. A middle aged black haired witch was also present at the staff table, sitting next to Madam Pomfery. Harry figured she must be a new professor, filling for one that had left. As he looked at the others, he was surprised to see Professor Slughorn had returned. After Dumbledore's death, he could imagine that Slughorn would feel safe no were, and still believed that Hogwarts was the safest place to be, which was probably true.

As Harry continued to observe the staff table, he was reminded how many of the staff he had never met. Harry always knew there were some professors he would never really know. Although he figured by the end of this year, Hermione would probably know them all, since she had once taken every class available.

Hagrid came in from the side, and waved to Harry, who happily waved back. He was almost at his seat, when another man came through the same door.

A young, auburn haired wizard came through the doorway, and walked along the staff table. He shook Hagrid's hand as he passed by, and Hagrid seemed very happy to see the man. He continued on, and took a seat next to Professor Vector. He looked very young, only a couple of years older than Harry, and wore murky blue robes. The wizard studied the hall with a smile for a moment, glancing at the four tables, the ceiling, and then started talking to Professor Sprout.

`Do you know who that is?' Harry asked Hermione. She looked up at the man, and shook her head.

`No. Maybe he's our new Defense teacher, or Transfiguration. He's awfully young though' she added. Harry was about to agree, when Professor McGonagall stood up, and the hall silenced quickly.

`The first years will be arriving any moment with Professor Flitwick. Please be encouraging, and show respect' she stated simply. She sat back down, and the doors to the hall, which had been shut only moments ago, opened.

Professor Flitwick lead a group of young, nervous looking first years. Harry noticed the frightened looks on their faces, and remembered being in their shoes. For him, Ron had gotten him worked up over some horrible task he would have to do to be sorted. Harry also noticed the small number of them as well of these first years as well. Almost half of what is normal for a year.

As they reached the front, Professor Flitwick placed the three legged stool on which an old and patched hat stood, in front of the short first years. It seemed he had a fun time trying to balance the stool without having the hat fall off, considering the stool was almost as tall as he was. The first years lined up before the staff table, and faced the house tables.

Harry looked at them, and saw how pale they looked, accentuated by the candlelight. Everyone in the hall was gazing at the old hat sitting in the centre. The hat's brim opened to form something like a mouth. Harry, like everyone else took a breath, and he was surprised to see the Sorting Hat do the same, as if it was getting ready for a long melody.

For a thousand years I've sung,
Always a different song,
But this year will be different,
And requires one that's long.
So please listen closely,
For I hope you always do,
For this year is important,
To the fate of Hogwarts School.
But let us begin at the start,
Of this wonderful school of ours,
To understand its future,
And recognize its deep scars.
For when Hogwarts school was founded,
Over a thousand years ago,
Four wizards stood united,
Under one unwavering goal.
To teach and pass on their learning,
For those of talent and heart,
For at the beginning they all believed,
They could never fall apart.
“We'll teach those who work hard”
Hufflepuff was heard to speak,
“We'll teach those of purest blood”
Slytherin wanted to seek.
“We'll teach those of cleverness”
Ravenclaw came to attest,
“We'll teach those who are bravest”
Gryffindor told the rest.
So Hogwarts School was started,
For years the Founders taught,
But divisions became apparent,
And houses formed and fought.
Slytherin sought to be unsparing,
“Only pure bloods the school should take,”
While the other Founders believed,
That it would be a mistake.
The houses continued to fight,
And friendships began to degrade,
For Slytherin would no budge,
And the others would not be swayed.
Then one day Slytherin left,
And the Founders reduced to three,
But Slytherin could not embark,
Without leaving one last decree.
“A millennia from this day,
My heir shall return to this school,
To cleanse of its impurities,
And leave only those meant to rule.”
And so time has past within these walls,
With Hogwarts safe and sound,
How fast a thousand years can travel,
To find what I have found.
For the year has now arrived,
When Slytherin's heir will return,
But do not worry and do not fret,
For there is one thing left to learn.
Gryffindor left a message too,
Before he passed away,
A message that he told to me,
And now, I will convey.
“When the heir of Slytherin,
Comes to carry out his acts,
Another heir shall stand in his way,
To defend the school from attacks.”
“But how to tell who is your heir,”
I asked the man from wild moor,
“He shall be sorted into my house,
And will have yielded my old sword.”
And this year it shall be,
Heirs of Slytherin and of Gryffindor,
Decide the fate of Hogwarts,
So there is something I must implore.
You all must stand together,
And protect Hogwarts from its foes,
For if there are divisions,
Then Hogwars will come to close.
I tell you this in worry,
For never have I been wrong,
I feel that this may be,
My last and most important song.
But there can be a first time,
When I can be incorrect,
For I am just a thinking cap,
And was not made to be perfect.
But have sung longer than needed,
For I could not go very fast,
Let us begin this years sorting,
And hope it is not the last.

The last words rang out in the hall, as it lay as quiet as a cemetery. The professors, including McGonagall, looked petrified at the Sorting Hat, along with the rest of the hall. The Hat simply closed its brim, and settled. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all turned quickly to Harry. He knew what they were thinking. His mind, no doubt like the others, was racing faster than a Quidditch match.

He was the one who used Godric's Sword, when he killed the Basilisk. Slytherin's Heir was Voldemort. If he was the only one to have used the sword, and only he could destroy Voldemort, like the prophecy said, then it all fit. Like hearing about his parents from Lupin, he just discovered something new about himself, probably the most important thing of his life.

Hermione, who was sitting next to him, leaned in close, still looking aghast.

`Harry . . . ` was all she could manage. Harry barely heard her, she was whispering so low. It didn't matter though, he already knew what she was going to say.

The hat that once suggested he would have done well in Slytherin, had just announced that he, Harry Potter, was the Heir of Gryffindor, and would decide the fate of Hogwarts this very year.

After a few silent moments in the Great Hall, Professor Flitwick apprehensively cleared his throat, and told Almeton, William to sit down, and be sorted, his hollow voice ringing in the taciturn hall.

Spell / Name Meanings -
Falbhanac - Scottish Gaelic: falbhanach: wanderer (Falbhanac = wanderer)
Baldric - From the Germanic elements bald: brave, and ric: power (Baldric = power and brave)
Branwen - Welsh. bran:raven, gwen: fair (Branwen = fair raven)

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A/N - Although some people believe that Head's don't have separate dorms, for my story, they do (reasons for it are put in the chapter).

CHAPTER TEN

Dumbledore's Offerings

The hall remained quiet as the small number of first years where sorted into their houses. Many of the first years were hesitant to place the hat on their head, but did so after some encouragement from Professor Flitwick.

The majority of the students where sorted into Gryffindor, with small amounts going to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Harry was expecting no one to be sorted into Slytherin, but was surprised when two were, a short dirty blond haired girl, and a very disgruntled looking boy. Once the sorting was completed, and the Sorting Hat put away, Professor McGonagall stood up from her chair. The hall didn't need to quiet, because it had been like that since the Sorting Hat began to sing.

`Let the feast begin' she spoke plainly, waving her wand. Instantly, the house tables became piled with food, and students started talking loudly about the Sorting Hat's song. Ron, for what must have been the first time ever, did not jump at the food and start eating like a starving hyena.

`Harry, did the Hat just say what I think it just said?' he asked shakily.

`I . . . I don't know' answered Harry. The hat's voice was repeating in Harry's head over and over again, like a broken muggle record player.

`Harry, we need to talk to Dumbledore's portrait, and McGonagall' advised Hermione. Harry nodded in agreement. The impacts of the song were too important not to go for help. Harry and the others continued their meal in quietness, while the rest of the hall continued to talk loudly about the topic. When the deserts finally left the table, leaving them clean and polished, Professor McGonagall stood again, and the hall fell hushed.

`Welcome to Hogwarts to our new students, and to our old ones, welcome back. Firstly, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has added thirty seven new items to the list of forbidden items allowed in the school, bringing the total to nine-hundred and sixty two. The full list can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office. He has also reminded me to tell you that no magic is allowed in the hallways or in between classes.

`Next, our school this year will be under constant guard, care of the Ministry of Magic. Aurors will be stationed within the school, as well as on the grounds to ensure safety in these troubled times. Now I have been told that they will not interfere with school activities, or studies. If you encounter any problems, please contact one of your house prefects, or your Head Boy of Girl' she stated, looking at Harry and Hermione.

`Finally' she faltered, looking down at the table she stood over for a moment, `in light of the current situations, and of the events last year, I must implore all of you to work together, and obey the rules. Quidditch will not be taking place this year, and Hogsmede trips as of this point are suspended for all students.' She put up one hand, telling students to calm down. Mentioning no Quidditch or Hogsmede trips caused the hall to moderately burst into noise. The racket died down quickly, and the hall returned to quiet.

`Now, it is late, Prefects please escort your houses to your dormitories. Everyone have a good night's sleep, and let's start this year off right' she finished. She sat back down as the students rose with a clatter, and started their slow saunter out of the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione said goodbye to Ron and Ginny, and moved to the staff table. They had been told in the letter to meet with Professor McGonagall, however not where.

`Hello to both of you. If you please, I'll meet you in my office in a few moments. I must tell you though, I liked the name of Albus' phoenix' she said, getting up from the headmistresses chair, and leaving out a side doorway, the bulk of the staff following. Hagrid turned and gave a wave to the two of them, and ducked into the room before the door closed with a thud. Harry and Hermione made their way out of the empty hall, and up towards the headmistress's office.

`I hope this won't take too long. I mean, I know it's important, but I'm tired' yawned Hermione, as they walked up the stairs. Harry was tired too, and was hoping the same, as they reached the gargoyle in front of the headmistress' office.

`Fawkes' enunciated Harry. The gargoyle sprang to life, and moved out of the way for the two of them, as they stepped on the ascending spiral staircase. They stood in front of the door with the griffin door knocker for a moment.

`Should we let ourselves in?' Hermione asked. Harry nodded, and opened the door. When he did, and entered the room, he saw the last person he wanted to ever see in Hogwarts again.

`You!' Harry snarled as he walked into the office. A squat, mouse haired woman was standing, looking at some of the portraits. All of them were seeming to be asleep, however Harry noticed many of them opened an eye or two, and looked at himself and Hermione, before closing them again. Hermione was just as baffled and angry to see the woman as Harry.

`You horrible woman, what are you doing here?' she demanded. Both Harry and Hermione walked forwards, and pulled out their wands simultaneously. The woman gave a small laugh, the same one Harry learned to hate a few years earlier. She turned towards the two advancing students, her toad like face looking all the more loathsome to Harry, her smirk making him think of some curses he would use on her.

`Now now, we mustn't be attacking an official from the Ministry of Magic, now should we kids. I don't think the governors would be happy with that, now would they' Umbridge replied sweetly, her pouchy eyes looking only at Harry. Harry had enough of this woman in fifth year, and was not going to stand for anymore of it. He advanced even more, Hermione right next to him, as they came within feet of the woman. She had started to back up, and bumped into the desk.

`I don't care what the governors think. You will tell me why you are here, or I will have the pleasure of cursing you out of this office, and out of this school' threatened Harry. Hermione didn't need to look at Harry to know he was telling the truth. Her wand was pointed right at the same spot as Harry's, at the frumpy woman's heart.

The gargoyle outside made the sound of moving out of the way for someone, and Harry glanced back. When he did, Umbridge moved, and when Harry turned around, he found her wand pointing at his chest. He was surprised, but smiled. This seemed to slightly infuriate their ex-defense professor.

`What's so funny Potter? I could curse you, and have no repercussions, while if you cursed me, you'd be out of Hogwarts by midnight' she laughed. Hermione took a step forward, her wand jabbing into Umbridge's rather flaccid neck.

`If you curse Harry, I'll be the repercussion' she growled. Umbridge's eyes looked at Hermione with fear, realizing how much it could not be a bluff. Harry couldn't help himself smiling at Umbridge's reaction, and what Hermione said.

The door behind them all opened, and Professor McGonagall came in, stopping after only a few steps, a look of befuddlement on her face at what she was seeing.

`What's the meaning of this!' she stormed, waving her wand and all three of their's zooming out of their hands and into hers. Harry and Hermione backed away, and Umbridge let out a noticeable sigh of relief. Harry now noticed all the portraits were awake, observing the scene.

`Why, we were just having a nice chat, weren't we kids.' Umbridge looked to Harry and Hermione, and was met with anger filled stares.

`Be silent Dolores' McGonagall snapped. Umbridge must have realized the position she was in. She slouched slightly, and took a seat in front of the headmistress's desk. McGonagall moved briskly around in behind the desk, and sat down. Harry and Hermione slowly took seats on opposite sides of Umbridge, making sure to keep their distance simply out of anger. Harry felt if she insulted him even once, he would seriously try to strangle the woman. McGonagall placed the three wands on the top of her desk, and looked at Umbridge.

`What are you doing here Dolores? I told you I would meet with you tomorrow. Surely you know how to read a clock' she said assertively. Harry held his laugh in. He knew how much McGonagall disliked Umbridge, and how she must be enjoying the situation now.

`Yes, well, I took the liberty of coming here tonight, to discuss the patrol routes and rotations. I had figured it would be your highest priority, and came to visit with you. I trust you don't mind I let myself into your office' Umbridge replied sweetly. McGonagall did not look too impressed.

`It is a priority Dolores, and I do mind you coming into my office. Know that I will be changing the password the moment you leave, which is now. I will meet with you tomorrow, as I told you before. Good night.' McGonagall waved her wand, and the door to the office opened. Umbridge stood up, and grabbed her wand. The other three did not stand as she departed, and she quickly exited the room. McGonagall noticeably relaxed after the door was shut, leaning back in her chair and taking off her witches hat.

`Why is that old bat here?' Harry asked angrily.

`The Ministry, in its infinite wisdom, put her in charge of the Auror's stationed at Hogwarts. Of course, I asked them to put me in charge, or anyone else for that matter, however the Ministry avowed that neither the Aurors, nor Dolores would interfere with school affairs. I highly doubt that, however I have no need to worry about her. Neither do you two, understood?' Harry and Hermione both nodded. Harry still knew Umbridge would try to make his time as hard as possible.

`Now, let me first say congratulations to both of you for making Head Boy and Head Girl. I hope that you both take the position seriously, and help the professors and staff when needed. You will both be staying in the Head Dormitories, located in the East Tower' McGonagall informed. Hermione looked perplexed.

`I thought we stayed in our house dormitories? And the East Tower? I didn't know Hogwarts had one' attested Hermione, looking a bit sad, realizing she didn't know something about Hogwarts. McGonagall nodded.

`Well, you see, Head Boy and Girl positions have many duties to attend to. Being in a regular house dormitory would be too crowded, and you both would need some space. Also, being Heads, you need to be accessible to all house prefects and professors. If you where in your house dormitories, for example, a Hufflepuff prefect could not come and see you, because they would be unable to get past the portrait. And I'm sure you would agree, a Slytherin prefect would definitely not make it far into the Gryffindor common room before being thrown out.' Harry and Hermione agreed. It made sense to Harry. He would miss being in a house dormitory with Ron and everyone else, but maybe being in his own would be nice too.

`And yes, there is an East Tower, although it is quite small. You walk along the corridor on the fourth floor, going past the library, and down a narrow hallway. At the end of this hallway, there is the painting of Evander the Enlightened. Simply give your password, and you can enter. Right now, the password is “Everlasting Magic”, however if you choose to change it, simply tell Evander, and he will remember, although you would be best to tell me the password as well.' Harry and Hermione concurred again. He was sure Hermione would think of a good password. He could imagine if he had to pick one, it would be probably something foolish like “I hate Snape”.

McGonagall got up, and slowly picked up a piece of parchment from a bookcase behind her. The desk, which in Dumbledore's time had numerous silvery objects, was fairly clean, with some quills, a stack of parchment, and a bowl of mints. Harry looked up, and only now noticed Dumbledore's portrait, which was, along with the rest of them on the walls, looking at the three of them. McGonagall was looking at Dumbledore's portrait, which nodded to her. The portrait Dumbledore then turned, smiled and winked at Harry, causing Harry to smile back. McGonagall turned around, and sat down.

`I asked you two here, because of Albus' will. He left it here in the office, and asked that I read the parts pertaining to you when you returned to Hogwarts' she started, sounding rather uncertain of herself. Hermione and Harry were both on the edges of their seats, nodding. McGonagall unfolded the parchment, and read.

`To Harry Potter, I must say that I am sorry for my passing. I know you are hurt by it, however you will understand why my passing happened the way it did. Keep confidence in yourself, and your friends. Never give up on your quest, or your love.' McGonagall paused for a moment, then continued.

`I leave to Harry, my Pensieve. Search my memories Harry, and I shall hope they will aid you in your journeys. Godric Gryffindor's Sword shall remain to Hogwarts, however Harry will have full access to it when needed, along with the Sorting Hat. I must also ask the Headmistress if Harry could have access to her office when required, if he needs to talk to my portrait.' McGonagall lowered the parchment, and looked at Harry.

`Potter, you have permission to come and talk to Albus' portrait whenever needed. In his note to me, he made it plainly clear he wanted you to have access.' Harry nodded, and McGonagall continued.

`To Miss Hermione Granger, I will say that I know you will do great things in the future, as long as you never give up on life's hard questions. Always look at these questions, and their answers from different perspectives. Also, listen to your head, as well as your heart, and stay close to your friends.

`To you, I leave my most cherished books. My personal notebook, with spells that you will not find in normal charms books. Show this to Harry as well, since he will need them too. The second book is an old, but unimaginably genius work called “Magic of the Ages.” It says it's written by Walvane Worcrane, however I have never found that name in any history books, and as far as I know, it is the only copy of it in existence. Finally, there is a potions book. Keep this book close. It was written by two people, one of whom is now dead, the other who soon might be, if not already.

`Please use these books, read them, and make sure they do not fall into the wrong hands.' McGonagall looked to Hermione. She nodded very quickly, and McGonagall continued.

`Please both know that I am proud of you both, and what you have become, as well as Ronald Weasley. Harry, your parents would be proud of you, and I am as well. Please do not shut away your friends in hard times Harry. Embrace them, and find the love you have been without for so long. Remember Harry, what makes you and Voldemort different, is your love.' McGonagall looked up from the parchment, and leaned back in her chair.

`Do you both understand what was written?' she asked. Both Harry and Hermione nodded again, having not spoken since Umbridge was in the office. McGonagall stood up, Harry and Hermione doing the same, and she moved to the glass cabinet on the side of the office. She opened it, and extracted the shimmering Pensieve, placing it on the desk. She returned to the cabinet, which looked very devoid of other items, and retrieved three very old, very tattered looking books, placing them next the Pensieve.

`Professor, could we possibly talk to Professor Dumbledore's portrait?' asked Harry hesitantly. She looked to Harry, however didn't need to respond.

`Harry, you don't need to ask Professor McGonagall's permission to talk to me' replied Dumbledore's portrait nicely.

`Would you like me to leave Potter?' asked McGonagall.

`No, please stay. I just wanted to tell him what the Sorting Hat sung about, and ask him what he thinks it could mean.' McGonagall nodded, and Harry went ahead and told the portrait about the song. The heirs, the fate of Hogwarts, the part about wielding the sword and such. When he finished, the portrait scratched his head, while many of the others on the walls were talking amongst each other.

`Well Harry, I think it would be obvious then. You are the Heir of Gryffindor. I am not surprised really' replied Dumbledore.

`But how? I mean, how could I be related to Gryffindor?'

`Well, from your father's side. Your father was a pure blood, and came from a family long known to be sorted into Gryffindor, and be surrounded by friends who where in the same house, and of noble heart. Your father was just the same, as are you' answered Dumbledore. Harry still couldn't understand.

`So, you're saying that my father's side goes all the way back to Gryffindor?' he asked. Dumbledore nodded his head, and Harry couldn't stop his mouth from opening in awe.

`I'm surprised you didn't make the connection earlier. Your parents lived in Godric's Hollow. Did you never notice the name?'

`Well, yeah, but I never thought it actually meant Gryffindor' said Harry.

`Yes, it does. The house that originally stood there was Godric's summer house, although it has been rebuilt over time.' Other portraits were conversing amongst themselves, not really trying to quiet their whispers.

`But you said you weren't surprised?' asked Harry. Dumbledore nodded again.

`When I found out what happened in the Chamber of Secrets in your second year, and how Fawkes brought you the Sorting Hat and Godric's Sword, I knew then what you were. The Sorting Hat had mentioned the Heir of Slytherin, and the Heir of Gryffindor before, the year the Chamber was first opened. It said then that the Heir of Slytherin could only be stopped by the Heir of Gryffindor. When you defeated Voldemort in the Chamber with the Hat and the Sword, I knew then you where that Heir.'

`So, what do I do?' Harry asked, his nervousness slipping slightly into his voice. He felt like things where going out of control almost. First it was learning of his parents, and now this heir business, he felt it was becoming too much. Dumbledore, even in portrait form, still had a way of making things easier though.

`Harry, it means little, other than reinforcing that what we already know. I think you would be best to focus on your studying, and the tasks set in front of you. I think you would also do best with a good night's sleep. We can talk more another day' Dumbledore affirmed. Harry still had many questions, however agreed. He had yawned more than once while being in the office, and could feel the sleepiness in his body. Professor McGonagall led the two Heads with their possessions out of the office, both Harry and Hermione waving at Dumbledore's portrait, who nicely waved back.

`If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask. If Dolores causes either of you trouble, come and see me at once. I know you will both not let me down' she indicated with probably the warmest smile McGonagall could give. Harry and Hermione both thanked the Professor, and started their way out when Hermione turned before the door.

`Professor, did you find new professors this year?' she asked. McGonagall sat back down in her chair, and nodded, looking slightly drained.

`Yes, luckily. You may have seen them at the welcoming feast. The new transfiguration professor will be Professor Iona Fourmove, lovely girl, with a good talent at transfiguring. Our new defence against the dark arts professor will be Professor Topher Terrwynebas. He was home schooled in magic by his father, but is more than qualified. Both are young, and I would ask that you both introduce yourselves and encourage students to be supportive of them.' Harry and Hermione said goodnight to the headmistress, and exited the office. As they walked along towards the fourth floor corridor, they kept quite silent.

Harry liked that Hermione didn't run into conversation about what transpired in McGonagall's office. His mind was going around in circles fast enough as it was. As they passed the library, they turned and walked down the narrow hallway, lit dimly by a few lanterns hung from the ceiling. As they reached the end, they approached a painting of a dashing man in maroon robes, holding a silver scepter. He was standing in front of a white curtained wall in the painting. He looked at the two tired students coming towards him, and noticed their badges.

`Ah! The new Head students! Good evening, I am Evander the Enlightened. I hope that I can help you when needed, and if not, at least be a nice face to see before you go to your dormitories. What are your names?' he asked. Harry never really gotten used to talking to the paintings, however this one seemed to have his head on correctly.

`I am Hermione Granger, and this is Harry Potter' stated Hermione, giving another yawn.

`Potter? Oh yes, I remember now. Are you related to James Potter?'

`Yes, he's my father' replied Harry sleepily.

`Really? And your mother?' Evander asked again.

`Lily Evans.'

`Oh, that is splendid! The tradition never dies! How are they now?' he asked enthusiastically.

`They're dead' Harry replied flatly. He wouldn't have minded talking to Evander a few hours earlier, however it was late, and they both needed to get up early the next day. Evander seemed disheartened by the response.

`That is too bad, I'm sorry. I can see you are tired, and rightly so, it's quite late. Password?' Harry was glad he had gotten the message to finish the conversation.

`Everlasting Magic. And what did you mean, “the tradition never dies”?' asked Hermione.

`Oh, I can't tell you now. But don't worry, you'll figure it out' Evander replied with a smirk, the painting hinging outwards to show a hole that lead to a common room. Hermione gave a wondrous look to Harry, and they entered the dormitories.

The circular common room was small, but more than enough space for two people. A fireplace stood opposite the entrance way, with two comfy armchairs sitting in front of it. A desk sat on the right side of the room, and a couch and two chairs on the other in front of a few bookshelves. The stone walls had numerous paintings and portraits of wizards and witches, as well as landscapes. A painting of Hogwarts stood above the fireplace, although the school had less towers and the greenhouses did not exist. Harry figured it must have been an earlier Hogwarts.

As the two looked around the common room, Harry noticed two doorways on opposite sides of the room. Both had stairways in them, which lead to their respective rooms. Harry placed the Pensieve on the table, and sat down in one of the armchairs by the fire. Hermione put the books on the table as well, and sat down in the other. The fire crackled quietly as Harry stared into it, Hermione looking over Harry.

`Are you alright?' she asked softly. Harry moved his glance away from the fire, and towards a blank space of carpet in front of his feet.

`I don't know. There's so much now. I mean, it's all so confusing. I wish things were easier' he admitted. Hermione reached over, and placed her hand on top of his. He felt a sense of relief knowing how Hermione was there for him, even at a time like now. He knew that of all the things someone could have done at a moment like that, placing her hand on his was all he needed for a smile to wipe across his face. They stared at the fire for a few moments, before Harry spoke again.

`Thank you Hermione' he said, looking over at her and giving her hand a light squeeze.

`Anytime' she replied simply, squeezing back, and giving Harry a smile. She slipped her hand away, said goodnight, and went up the set of right hand stairs towards her room. Harry remained in his chair for a few minutes longer, before he trudged his way up the left hand stairwell into his room.

Inside, he found a four poster bed, not unlike those in the regular dormitories. The room itself was slightly larger, with a curved wall on one side, and flat one on the other. He figured half the turret was his, the other half was Hermione's. Harry opened up one set of doors, and found a wardrobe to hang clothes and robes. He moved over, and opened the other door, and found it lead to a washroom. Again, small, but more than enough space for one person.

Harry put Hedwig's cage up next to the window, and let her out to hunt. He changed in silence, and opened his trunk, taking out his parents' photo from Godric's Hollow. He placed it on the nightstand next to his bed, pulled over the covers, and laid down. He looked at the photo, his parents still looking back at him and waving, and grasped his mother's locket in his hand. He silently wished for things to be alright, closed his eyes, and fell into much wanted sleep.

A/N - Please folks review and let me know what you think about the story. It has over 8000 reads here on Portkey, and few reviews. Again, please review.

Oh, and please do not answer the name meanings in a review. If you have a guess, then keep it, and let others figure it out on their own rather than being told (it's much more fun that way!)

Spell / Name Meanings -
Evander - Roman form of Greek name Euandros. G. eu: good, aner: man (Evander = good man)
Walvane Worcrane - This name is an anagram of another. I won't be saying what the original name is now, but you're welcome to guess.
Iona - Name of an island off Scotland. The name of the island itself comes from Old Norse, and is derived from the word ey: island.
Fourmove - L. formo: to shape, amoveo: shift (Fourmove = to shape shift) (hence why she's good at Transfiguration)
Topher - Short form of the name Christopher, which is my name (name connection to that character for me).
Terrwynebas - Alas, this is yet another name I will not be saying right now. It is a combination of two words, however I will help people out those who are eager to know it: neither of the words are Latin or Greek. Good luck!

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Professor Terrwynebas

When Harry woke in the morning, it took a few moments to remember he was Head Boy. Every time before, he would be woken by his roommates. Now that he was alone, he woke to complete silence, with the exception of the odd bird he would hear from the window. He looked at his watch, and was glad to find he was early for breakfast. He continued to lie in bed for a few minutes, embracing the silence, and silently praying it wasn't a terrible mistake to return to Hogwarts. After a few moments of this, he let out an audible sigh, went ahead, got dressed, and proceeded to the common room. Hermione was already there in her school robes, reading one of Dumbledore's books.

`Morning' mumbled Harry, as he took a seat in front of the fireplace and yawned. The dying embers in the fireplace made the odd crackle here and there. From the large undraped window on the far wall, Harry could tell the day would be cloudless and pristine.

`Morning Harry' Hermione acknowledged, not looking up from the tattered book.

`Couldn't wait, could you?' Harry remarked. Hermione finally tore her gaze from the ancient book, and smiled.

`Well, I would have started on these last night, but I was too tired. Could barely sleep wondering what's in them. This one' she held it up, showing Harry an old leather bound notebook, `was Dumbledore's notebook. You should see it Harry, there's so much stuff in it!'

`Well, maybe you could read more at breakfast, `cause I'm hungry' he mentioned, his stomach notifying him of its emptiness. Hermione marked her page, and stood up. They exited the Head dormitories, and made their way to the Great Hall. When they entered, Harry found almost all the students were looking at newspapers, with fearful looks on their faces. Harry glanced towards the professor's table, and found the professors doing just the same. Professor McGonagall looked almost as worried as she was after the Sorting Hat's song the night before. Harry caught sight of a hand waving, and looked to see Ron beckoning the two towards him. Hermione sat down next to Ron, and Harry next to Hermione.

`What's everyone looking at?' Harry asked.

`The Prophet. They heard back from Azkaban' informed Ron quickly, handing the two of them a copy of the Daily Prophet. The front page was covered with pictures. The biggest one, just below the headline, showed a ghostly looking castle on a small island, the Dark Mark floating above it menacingly.

AZKABAN ATTACKED BY HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED

Ministry Scout Team finds prison deserted, guards dead

Late last night, a scout team sent by the Ministry of Magic to ascertain the situation at Azkaban Prison, returned with grim news. The prison has been emptied of its occupants, the guards killed, and the mark of He Who Must Not Be Named set floating above the ancient prison.

`We have no comments at this time, however warn people to follow Ministry guidelines sent out at the beginning of summer. Those guidelines are again posted in this issue of the Prophet' told one Ministry official, who after the stunted comment, scurried away rapidly, and had our reporter expelled from the Ministry offices. The guidelines are located in section G-25.

Some reports pointed towards problems at Azkaban over a fortnight ago. It was supposedly reported that contact with the prison stopped approximately three weeks ago. The Daily Prophet reported several muggle ships and sailboats (devices that use the wind to move a boat across water) that were last sighted in the area of Azkaban had gone missing. Muggle newspapers have reported that the ships were lost due to a hurricane (although wizards in the Muggle Liaison Office have commented that hurricanes do not happen in that part of the world).

Now that Azkaban prisoners, some incarcerated for over fifteen years, are free, it is more likely that the violence seen over the past few months will continue, if not increase. Most of these prisoners were guilty of heinous crimes, including terrorizing muggles, performing illegal curses, including the infamous Unforgivable Curses, and murder. The total number of prisoners freed is estimated at 47.

The Ministry, in a state of utter confusion, did not accept our worry over Azkaban weeks ago, and we now must fear as to what could be next. We wonder, since the Ministry is obviously incapable of protecting the public from He Who Must Not Be Named, where can we turn? - Continued in Sections A-9, 12, 13, 16

Harry finished reading, and looked at the pictures. Below the article, several other small articles were dedicated to mentioning some of the crimes of the escapees. Most of the front page was taken up by pictures of the prisoners, with names and details of how long they were held in Azkaban, and what for. Harry looked at the various faces, and saw a few he recognized, including Lucius Malfoy.

`This is horrible' Hermione sighed darkly, Harry nodding in agreement. Voldemort now had all his old Death Eaters with him, and could imagine that he must feel happy about it.

`Where'd you guys go to last night? You left for that meeting, and didn't come back. I waited in the common room for hours before I went to bed' commented Ron.

`Well, we had the meeting. Found out that toad Umbridge is back' Harry started. Ron let out a more than perceptible swear, Hermione elbowing him in response.

`My thoughts exactly. Ministry put her in charge of the Aurors at the school. Anyways, we found out Heads have their own dormitories, in the East Tower' Harry continued.

`You guys don't stay in Gryffindor Tower?' Ron asked awkwardly. Hermione finally looked away from the paper, and started getting herself some food.

`No, Professor McGonagall told us Heads have their own dormitories, for a number of different reasons. I think it'll be a good change, having more space. Don't worry Ron, you can come anytime, right Harry?' asked Hermione. She and Ron both looked at Harry. Harry wondered why she would even ask.

`Yeah, of course you can. Password is “Quidditch and Quills”' Harry answered plainly, and taking a bite of his toast. He and Hermione changed the password that morning. Since Harry wasn't good at choosing passwords, they decided on something simple, a word that described both of them. Harry loved quidditch, and Hermione loved quills. So they reasoned, for the time being, to put them together.

`So did you ask about the song?' Ron asked, sounding a bit more cheerful, and diving into his mound of scrambled eggs.

`Yeah, Dumbledore's portrait said he expected it. The Hat sang about the Heir of Slytherin and Gryffindor when the Chamber of Secrets was first opened, which was way back in Hagrid's time' Harry explained.

`So . . . are you the Heir of Gryffindor?' Ron asked shakily.

`The Hat said I am. Dumbledore's portrait said it's from my Dad's side' said Harry. Ron whistled in response. Harry understood the reaction. Only seven years ago, Harry was just a regular muggle, no idea of magic. Now, not only was he a wizard, but a descendant of one of the most famous wizards to ever live.

The three of them continued on with their breakfast. Harry and Hermione told Ron about their meeting, and about the gifts from Dumbledore. Harry began to think that Ron wasn't too happy that he wasn't left anything. The numerous students that came to congratulate Harry and Hermione for becoming Heads probably did not make it any better. Harry of course felt terrible that they were doing it in front of Ron, who when someone approached, would suddenly become enthralled with his empty plate.

Just before breakfast was over, the young looking auburn haired professor whom Harry saw the night before, came around the Gryffindor table with timetables, while wearing scarlet robes. His hair was not as tamed as the night before, and seemed slightly lost for direction. Harry could see now, that he was a little heavy in appearence, with wide set shoulders and a sqaure like frame. He greeted many of the students with vigor and seemed quite lively. When he arrived at Harry, he stood back for a moment, and took a moment to look at him. Harry noticed, by surprise, that the professor had green eyes as well, although dulled compared to his, and slightly inset more.

`Harry Potter, it's nice to meet you. I am Professor Terrwynebas, the school's new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Head of Gryffindor House. Congratulations on appointment to Head Boy. Here is your timetable. I believe we should schedule a meeting. I have some issues I wish to discuss, if that is alright with you?' he smiled, giving Harry his timetable. Harry told the young professor that it was alright.

`Great. We can arrange a time after our Defence lesson tomorrow' he said. He then turned to Hermione and Ron, giving them their timetables.

`Oh, and you must be Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. I've heard much about all of you. I look forward to seeing you in my class. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more timetables to hand out and students to meet' he exclaimed, moving over to hand timetables to a few third years.

As the three of them left the Great Hall minutes later, they started their way to the potions dungeon. All three of them had double potions in the morning, with transfiguration in the afternoon. Hermione also had arithmancy in the afternoon, while Ron and Harry had a free period.

`Well, he seems decent, now doesn't he?' supposed Hermione, commenting on their first impression of Professor Terrwynebas. Harry just shrugged his shoulders.

`I'll judge that when I see what he's teaching.' The three turned, and started down the steps towards the old potions classroom.

`I wonder who's teaching potions? I mean, the two new professors McGonagall talked about are teaching transfiguration and defence. She didn't mention potions' Hermione wondered.

`Maybe Slughorn stuck around' Harry proposed.

`Well, as long as he doesn't do that stupid “Slug Club” thing, I don't mind' Ron commented.

`Agreed' both Harry and Hermione stated, chuckling slightly. Harry remembered the party he went to last year, and vowed never to even think of going to another one.

As the three of them descended the stone steps into the bowels of school, approaching the classroom, they found several students waiting outside the door. When they came closer, they were surprised this group included some sixth years, including some they knew.

`Ginny?' Ron asked. She was talking to Luna, who was also waiting for the potions class. Ginny turned around, and greeted the three seventh years.

`Hi there. You guys have potions now too? Weird huh?' Hermione looked confused.

`I wonder why-` she started, however right then, the door to the potions dungeon opened, and a large belly wearing a dark green waistcoat almost bursting at the buttons preceded the man it was connected to, who had a shiny bald head, and silvery walrus-like moustache.

`Ah, you're all here! Please, come in, come in!' Professor Slughorn charmed, opening the door, and moving aside so the students could make their way past and into chairs. As Harry passed the door, Slughorn made it a point to say hello.

`Harry, my boy, good to see you! Terrible incident with Dumbledore, but we must move on. It is very good to see you back' he expressed warmly, however still as thunderous as usual. Harry was taken aback by his last sentence. He sounded genuinely glad to see Harry again, and not for his fame. Harry gave a curious look to Hermione, who looked just as confused. Harry, Hermione, and Ron took their seats in the back, along with Ernie Macmillan. Ginny sat with Luna, along with another two Ravenclaws. Theodore Nott, a girl from Slytherin, and two Hufflepuffs shared the other table

Harry looked around the dungeon, and found the class was made of sixth and seventh year students. The same three cauldrons that stood at the beginning of last year's first lesson stood again on the desks. Harry could smell the scents in the air. The cauldron on their desk, Harry could see, was full of Polyjuice Potion.

Professor Slughorn made his slow amble up to the front of the class, his round figure obscured slightly by the vapours in the room.

`Alright, everyone, scales out, potion kits, and Advanced Potion-Making' he directed. Harry pulled out his new copy of Advance Potion-Making by Libatius Borage, and his scales. As much as the used copy he had last year helped him, he vowed never to use the book again. He kept it, however had it locked away in Grimmauld. While the students clamored with their scales and potions kits, Slughorn moved behind his desk.

`Now, you may be asking why sixth and seventh years are in the same class. Simply put, there aren't enough of you. The numbers this year are unfortunately lower than normal, so for this class, we will be covering potions at sixth and seventh year levels. Now don't worry, seventh years will get more than enough time to work on N.E.W.T. potions' he guaranteed. Hermione let out a sigh of relief. She became noticeably tense when hearing they would be doing potions from last year again, no doubt worrying they wouldn't have enough time for N.E.W.T. potions. The stout figure of Slughorn moved around in front of his desk now, and looked at the students.

`Now, I've placed these potions, like last year for your seventh years, as examples of potions you should be able to make after your N.E.W.T.s. Only open to sixth years now, can anyone tell me what this one is?' he asked, pointing towards the table Ginny sat at were the cauldron was filled with a soft white coloured potion, with steam coming off in swirls. Harry had forgotten at the time what potion it was called, however remembered the smell. Just as the year before, the scent of treacle tarts, the wood of a broomstick, and something flowery engulfed his senses. Something was different though. The flower smell had changed, and smelled sweeter. It was almost like . . .

`Is it Amortenta?' a Ravenclaw girl asked, who was sitting at Ginny's table, bringing Harry's mind back to class. That smell couldn't be what he thought it was. Slughorn smiled slightly at the girl's response.

`Close, it's Amortentia, the most powerful love potion to exist. Now, who can tell me what this potion is?' he asked, now moving from Ginny's table, onto Harry's. One of the Hufflepuff girls correctly named the Polyjuice Potion, and Ginny was able to identify Veritaserum, which sat at the last table.

The rest of the class went without incident. Slughorn moved around as they brewed their Confidence Concoction. Harry thought it was a pretty simple potion, and made it easily. It ended up looking close to the sky blue colour it should be at the end, although Hermione's was brewing towards the correct pallid shade. The potion itself was a lesser version Felix Felicis. It gave the person confidence to do things they were normally too scared to do. Of course, the potion had bad effects in some instances, and was brewed to only have effects lasting twenty minutes. As they exited the dungeon, Professor Slughorn called Harry over to his desk. Hermione and Ron told him they'd meet him in the Great Hall for lunch.

`Harry my boy, how are you doing?' he asked as he took his seat, the buttons on his waistcoat begging to be let free. Harry took a seat at one of the tables close to the professor's desk.

`I'm OK. I didn't expect to see you here this year professor' Harry admitted honestly. Slughorn gave a trifle of a laugh.

`Neither did I. When Albus passed, I thought I'd be gone faster than a seeker hot on a snitch. However, during the summer, I realized that returning to Hogwarts would, once again, be the safest place to be. I'm an old man, I need somewhere were I can stay put. All that running around did me no good. Plus, Albus asked me before he passed, actually the day it happened, if I would stay at Hogwarts for this year, promising me he would not bother me anymore. I agreed, and I sadly see he was correct. I would have rather put up with his bothers than the current situation' he confessed.

Harry was staggered at his comments. Slughorn was always one for personal gain, and never really got sentimental, except when drinking too much mulled mead. Slughorn seemed to be in deep thought for a few moments staring at a wall, before snapping out it, and looked back at Harry, leaning forward in his chair.

`Now Harry, Albus asked me to help you with some things this year. I know your mother's talents will be more than enough, however Albus claimed that you may be making potions for an out of school project, and may need my professional assistance' he proclaimed, straightening his overly-tight waist coat, looking quite content with himself. Now Harry could see the Slugclub leader coming through.

`Dumbledore said I'd be making out of class potions? Did he say why?' Harry asked. Slughorn looked slightly bemused.

`You mean you don't have an out of school project?'

`Err, I do, but . . . never mind. Thank you Professor. If I need your help, I'll let you know' he assured. Harry got up, and left the dungeon before Slughorn could ask about the so called “project”, and made his way to the Great Hall. He found it interesting that Dumbledore got Slughorn to promise to come back the day he died. Moreover, he asked him to help Harry with potions for some reason. Something told him, as he passed through the Entrance Chamber, that Dumbledore knew more than he told Harry.

`So what did Slughorn want?' Ron asked, while in between bites of his pasta. Harry gathered some food on his plate, and started eating before answering Ron.

`Just to tell me he'd help me with any potions I need for outside of class' he answered. Hermione looked over at Harry.

`Why would you need to make potions outside of class?' she asked, looking over her timetable again for what Harry thought was the fiftieth time that day.

`That's the thing, he said Dumbledore asked him to stay at Hogwarts, and help me with potions. He asked him on the day he died too' Harry recounted to Ron and Hermione. Ron continued to eat, however Hermione looked up from her timetable.

`He asked on the day he died? That's definitely not a coincidence, considering that he left me a potions book, and told Slughorn that you'd need help on potions from outside of class. Maybe there's a potion in there I should read about that might help us find the chamber pots' she deduced.

Hermione decided to start looking at the potions book that night, in hopes of finding something that could help them find the Horcruxes. Harry was glad that they were getting a good start at understanding Horcruxes. The only big thing left was learning what the Horcruxes were, and where they are hidden. They finished lunch, and went ahead to the transfiguration classroom.

Transfiguration class proved to be, well, interesting. Professor Fourmove, however young, was amazingly gifted with transfiguration. Her shadowy black hair was set framing her face, and her blue eyes surveyed the class as they sat down. Her charcoal robes where simple, but professor-like in appearance. She began the class by telling them a bit of her past, and her experience. Harry found out she had graduated from Hogwarts not too many years before Harry and the others in the class started. She had been in Ravenclaw, and remembered McGonagall's stern teaching style.

`Now, I will tell you that I won't be as strict as the Headmistress, however as this year you will be taking your N.E.W.T.s, I expect you all to try your hardest, and pay attention' she informed, getting up and pacing around the classroom.

She went on, and told the class the expectations of N.E.W.T. level transfiguration. Harry was flabbergasted to learn they would have to do human transfiguration, as well as demonstrate the ability to transfigure magical creatures, such as baby dragons, and nifflers. During the class, they took notes on human and self transfiguration, and how changing forms can add extra powers to the person, depending on the animal. As they left, Hermione leaving Harry and Ron and making off towards the arithmancy classroom, Ron did not sound pleased with the idea of transfiguring baby dragons.

`It's mad! Can you imagine me trying to turn a dragon like Norbert into a teacup!' he ranted, as they made their way to the East Tower. Ron still had not seen the Head Dormitories, and Harry figured to show him now, since they had a free period. They ended up in front Evander not to long after exiting class. Evander seemed as ebullient as the night before.

`Oh, hello there Harry! Who is this young lad?' he asked, giving Ron a look over.

`This is Ron, my best friend, and Hermione's boyfriend. You'll see him here quite a bit I can imagine' Harry answered. Evander beamed at Ron.

`Greetings Ron, I am Evander the Enlightened. You say he's dating Hermione?' he asked Harry, who nodded.

`Ah, well, good for you. Just remember the password, and things will be fine!'

`Quidditch and Quills' Harry told Evander. Evander bowed his head, and the portrait swung open to reveal a stone passage which Harry and Ron followed. It wasn't a long hallway, only a few steps. They reached the common room, and sat down in the chairs by the fireplace. Ron was looking the room over thoroughly.

`Wow, this is nice. You guys are lucky' Ron remarked enviously. Harry wondered if he was going to relax about Hermione and himself being Heads.

`Com'on, how about a game of wizard's chess?' Harry asked, trying to get Ron off the topic. Ron looked around a little more, before nodding.

The chess games went well. Ron kept winning, and Harry could see his confidence go up with each win. He was still trying to beat Ron, and came close sometimes, but chess was never Harry's game. When it came time to return to the Great Hall for supper, they had played five games, Ron winning them all. He was gladly out of his funk when he sat down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was already there.

`Hey there guys, enjoy your break?' she asked as they sat down, Ron next to her and Harry opposite both of them. They went ahead, and talked about the prospects of human transfiguration, and wondering how the DADA class would be, which they had the next day, in the afternoon. They left the Great Hall, and the three of them went to the Head dorms, where Hermione started reading over the potions book Dumbledore left, while Harry and Ron looked over Harry's notes on the Horcruxes.

As it stood right now, Harry had to believe, like Dumbledore did, that there were seven Horcruxes: the diary, the ring, the locket, Hufflepuff's cup, something of Ravenclaw's or Gryffindor's, Voldemort's pet snake Nagini, and the living part of the soul. The diary and ring were both destroyed, and the locket was still secure in Harry's trunk. The cup, Harry had no idea where to look, and the snake would have to come last before destroying Voldemort himself probably, since they stayed so close to each other. The last Horcrux, Harry had no clue what it could be, however the idea Dumbledore suggested with it being an artifact of Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, sounded to all three of them the best idea for now.

By time they finished pouring over Harry's notes, it was coming close to midnight, and both Harry and Ron were blurry eyed. Harry wanted to look into the Pensieve, however decided to wait. He didn't know what memories would be shown to him when he went in, and was weary of what he would see. As they packed up his notes, Hermione stirred in her chair, and stood up, marking her page in the thick potions book, and wiping her eyes.

`Who ever wrote this book was very intelligent, although they didn't leave their name. Some of the potions in here I've never heard of, however I haven't found one that would be good for finding Horcruxes. I'll keep reading it though Harry' she reassured. Harry had hoped she would find something that would at least tell him they were getting somewhere with research. They had spent almost a month going through the books at Grimmauld, only to find nothing. He hoped that coming back to Hogwarts would jump start the search.

Hermione escorted Ron out of the common room, and Harry put his notes away in a folder. She came back in a moment later, looking exceptionally tired.

`Well, goodnight Harry' she said drowsily, and started her way up the steps to her room. Harry took the folder, and put it back in his trunk, and went to bed.

As Harry, Hermione, and Ron entered the defence classroom the next afternoon, Harry was surprised to see it almost entirely empty. Aside from the desks and seats, nothing else stood in the room, the walls bare. The black drapes for the windows were drawn open, allowing the afternoon sunlight to shine into the room.

The three took their seats in the back, and waited for everyone else. Once all the students were seated, Professor Terrwynebas entered through the door to his office, and came down the stairs. He stopped behind the desk, and surveyed the class with his green eyes, giving a smile to Harry as he passed by.

`Hello everyone, welcome to Defence Against the Dark Arts. I am Professor Topher Terrwynebas, and I will be your teacher this year. You are all expected, by the end of this year, to take your N.E.W.T.s, and it is my hope that you will all be more than ready for any spell the Ministry wishes to ask of you' he started, still surveying the class. He walked slowly to the window, and made a quick glance out, and gave a bleak look at the floor.

`However this year, learning defence spells should not be for a Ministry test, but for your own safety. As you know, these are hard times, and as much as I know you want to learn defence theory, this year will be devoted only to practical defence spells. That being said, please everyone stand up' he addressed. Most in the class were hesitant to stand, however Harry was more than glad to stand. The prospect of a total practical defence class was what he always wanted. Professor Terrwynebas smiled again at Harry, however looked over the rest of the class.

`Unless you wish to be crushed by the desks in front of you, I would suggest you all stand up' he said again, pulling out a bright wooded wand. Students quickly moved out of their chairs as the desks began to rumble slightly in their places. The moment everyone was standing, the desks zoomed across the room, and stacked themselves on top of each other on the right side. Everyone stood oddly spaced in the room, wondering what would come next.

`Excellent. Now, today we will be working on a charm called the Firewall Charm. This charm, when performed correctly, will create a wall of fire around you. Does anyone know why this could be beneficial ? Ah, Miss Granger.' Hermione's hand sprung up the second he said “does anyone know.”

`It can be used to ward off Inferi, and any other animals that live in the dark. Also, it can sometimes be used to protect against spells' she answered happily.

`Great, ten points to Gryffindor. Now, everyone stand back please, and watch.' Students moved to the edges of the room, while Professor Terrwynebas moved into the center of the classroom, and raised his wand.

`Your wand must be pointing upwards, and you must keep it there' he informed. He raised his wand higher, and took a breath, the class taking additional steps backwards. Harry was flush against the wall, hoping he would not get singed.

`Ignamoenia! he enunciated. A scarlet and gold ring of fire erupted from his wand and surrounded the professor, staying fairly close to him. The ban of fire burned for a few seconds, then dissipated. Harry remembered this spell from the cave he and Dumbledore went into last year.

The class took turns at standing in the middle of the classroom, and trying the spell. Most people were only able to produce sparks, or a halo of fire above them, but never a full ring of fire surrounding them. Professor Terrwynebas told them they had to be confident though.

`You must trust yourself, and visualize the ring around you. With your mind, you can make it larger, or bind it tighter to you. Now, try again' he motioned to Neville, who at first created a small halo high above his head. Harry could understand why confidence would be a problem. The idea of surrounding yourself in fire really did not inspire confidence.

The class continued to perform the spell sub par. Hermione had made a fire circle, however it was still too high above her, but was better than everyone else's. When Professor Terrwynebas motioned Harry to the center, he smiled again at him.

`OK Harry, now, just visualize the fire around you, protecting you. Trust yourself' he encouraged. Harry raised his wand, and tried to remember the fire around himself in the cave with Dumbledore.

`Ignamoenia!' he proclaimed. A massive fireball ejected from his wand, and started circling fast around him. The flames were close, and Harry tried to control them. Thinking of more space, the flames moved outwards slightly, and gave Harry some room. Harry was surprised he could do it so fast, and visualized the empty classroom, the flames extinguishing quickly.

`Very well done Harry! Excellent! Did you all notice how the ring became larger before it went out. Very well done. I think that will be it for today. Homework, work on this spell, just make sure you're not too close to anything flammable' he smirked. The class picked up their books, and started out the door. Harry told Hermione and Ron he'd meet them in the Great Hall for supper in a moment. They left, and Harry approached the Professor, who was stacking the desks back to their original positions.

`Ah yes, Harry. Good job on the Firewall. You've seen it done before, haven't you?' he asked. Harry was surprised.

`I have sir. How did you know?' he asked. The professor laughed as he put the last desk in place.

`”Sir!” Harry, I'm not much older than you. When we're like this, just the two of us, or even with your friends Hermione and Ron, please call me Topher. In class, professor, just as a formality' he consulted. Harry agreed, and Topher continued.

`Now, how did I know? People who have been inside a Firewall can usually create it easier, simply because they already know what it looks like from the inside. Tell me, who's Firewall were you in?' he asked. Harry chest ached, remembering the old and weak Dumbledore after drinking the unknown potion in the cave, warding off the Inferi with his Firewall.

`Professor Dumbledore's' Harry replied quietly. Topher nodded somberly.

`I see. There's no need to explain. Now, let us retired to my office, I have some things I need to discuss' he said, starting up the stairwell to his office. Harry followed, and entered.

The office, in which Harry had seen kitten plates, dark detectors, a water tank, and innumerable pictures of Lockhart, was much like the classroom, empty. A map of Britain stood on one wall, some dots moving around slowly. A number of bookshelves stood along the walls, and his desk was littered with photos of family members and stacks of old parchment. He took a seat behind the desk, and Harry took one of the chairs in front.

`Now Harry, there are a few things I need to know' he began. Harry shifted slightly. So far, Professor Terrwynebas seemed great in Harry's mind. However, the prospect of questions made Harry begin to think otherwise.

`I'll be blunt, are you fighting against Voldemort?' he asked intently. Harry was astounded.

`You say his name' Harry observed.

`Yes. My father told me other wizards were scared of his name, however raised me not to be afraid of a name. He taught me, and I believe, that a fear of name increases the fear of the person or thing. Now, Harry, are you?' he posed again. Harry weighed his options. After a few silent moments, Topher spoke again, knowing that Harry was thinking.

`I know you're wary of whether to tell me or not. That's a good thing, considering the history of defence professors here. Professor Dumbledore told me about the ones you've had when I met him last year.' Harry decided to pry father into the professor before answering his single question.

`You met Dumbledore?' Harry asked.

`Yes. He sent an owl asking if I wanted to take the defence professorship. I had to of course show what I knew about defence, and Professor Dumbledore told me about past professors. I met Professor Snape, your defence professor at the time. He seemed quite . . .'

`Revolting' Harry offered tersely. Harry was surprised to see Professor Terrwynebas grin.

`Something like that, yes. Professor Dumbledore told me of your relationship with Snape, or lack there of. Anyways, back to my question. If it is true, and you are the supposed “Chosen One”, I would ask nothing more than to help you in your quest. I do not need to know the details, it is up to you how much you choose to tell.' Harry was still apprehensive, however enjoyed that Professor Terrwynebas seemed to dislike Snape, and only met him once. For now, he felt he could maybe tell him a little.

`Yes, I am fighting Voldemort' Harry declared. Professor Terrwynebas smiled.

`Thank you Harry. Now the only other question I have is simple: are you in love with anyone?' he asked candidly. Harry tilted his head and gave an odd look, and became worried again.

`Why do you ask?'

`I just need to know. You will find out later why, but I pledge to you that what you tell me will never leave this room' he assured. Harry wondered a little longer, but gave an answer that he knew couldn't be taken wrongly.

`No' Harry answered. Professor Terrwynebas face was crestfallen for a moment, however he recovered and smiled at Harry. He stood up, as did Harry, and they moved towards the doorway.

`Now Harry, I wish to make a deal with you. I will help you when you ask of it. If you need help with spells, defences, anything I know, I will teach you. I wish to help with the fight against Voldemort. I have, what you could say, a personal interest in seeing him fall. The only thing I can ask, is to simply help me with my teaching. Being home schooled, I did not have the pleasure of seeing professors teach, so I might ask for some help, if you are willing.' Professor Terrwynebas appeared quite honest with his request. It seemed like a good deal for Harry, just as long as the professor was trustworthy.

`Why do you want Voldemort to die?' Harry asked. Professor Terrwynebas laughed aloud.

`Harry, why does anyone want him to be gone? My reason is the same as anyone else, only a bit closer to home. There will be another time when I can delve deeper into that. So what do you say, do we have a deal?' he asked again, offering Harry his hand. Harry waited a moment, and accepted, shaking his hand with a firm grip.

`Excellent. Now, you should be off to supper. Let us have a meeting . . . say, on Saturday night, 8pm in the classroom. Is that alright with you?' the professor asked.

`Sure, that's fine. Thank you Topher' Harry returned, and just as he was exiting the classroom, Professor Terrwynebas called him back in.

`Harry, by the way, how was my first lesson?' he asked.

`Excellent' Harry complimented. The professor smiled, and Harry made his way toward the Great Hall.

Harry's thoughts of Professor Terrwynebas were high now, however he would always be suspicious. It was just because of the times though. You always had to be suspicious, especially of new people. Topher however came off to Harry as different from any other Defence professor before. Most of the other ones were slightly, if not totally insane. Lupin was the only one that had his head on his shoulders correctly. Topher was still different though, but in a good way as Harry saw it.

Since he was close to Harry's age, Harry felt he could better relate to Topher. He seemed very interested in fighting Voldemort, and disliked Snape, like Harry did. Plus this “personal interest”, what was that? Maybe Voldemort killed one of his family members, or a loved one. Or perhaps he took something from him. And why did he ask if Harry was in love? That could be a bad thing though, because if Topher was a Death Eater, then he could simply capture that person. Harry made a mental note to keep the answer to that question, which he still didn't know how to answer, far away for now. In anycase, as he entered the Great Hall to all the noise of students eating, he felt this year's Defence class would be his favourite again.

`So, what do you think of Professor Terrwynebas?' Hermione asked as Harry sat down across from her and Ron. Harry decided for the time being, to stay on the positive side of thinking about Topher.

`Good. He asked if I was fighting Voldemort' Harry began, Ron doing his usual shudder from hearing the name. Hermione looked slightly distressed.

`He did? What did you say?' she asked.

`Well, I thought about it. He told me he met Dumbledore last year, and Snape. Didn't like Snape too much, which is encouraging. He said if I was, that he wanted to help me'

`So did you tell him?' she reiterated.

`Yeah, but no specifics. Once I know him, then maybe I'll tell him more. He did ask if I could help him with his teaching though. I don't see why, that class was great' Harry boasted, scooping up a large quantity of mashed potatoes.

`I know! Only practical work! No written homework, and we get to learn how to actually do good defence spells!' Ron expressed. Just then, Luna Lovegood came dreamily over to the three of them, a note in her hand.

`Hello Luna, how are you?' Hermione asked politely. Luna was sporting her usual butterbeer cork necklace, and what Harry could see were tomato earrings. Some Gryffindors sitting by starting giggling, however stopped immediately after one glare from Harry. Luna seemed not to notice.

`I'm fine. I just wanted to give you this report. Some students were lurking around the seventh floor cooridor, close to the Room of Requirement. I just thought you should know.' She gave Ron a long stare, then gave the note to Hermione. She thanked Luna, and read over the note. Luna simply turned, and slowly waltzed back to the Ravenclaw table.

`We should do something about that. Maybe a sentry or something to guard the Room?' Hermione supposed. Harry agreed, and scratched his scar. It had been aching slightly over the past hour. Hermione looked at him for a moment, then continued with her meal, as did Harry.

A few moments later, Harry looked up to see Ron looking at Hermione. She looked up at him, and Ron leaned in. He tried to give her a kiss, however she turned ever so slightly just as he came close. He ended up kissing her cheek. When he retracted, Hermione continued to look at her food, while Ron gave a robbed look at her. Harry looked back to his food, pretending he wasn't there.

`Hermione, what's wrong?' Ron whispered earnestly. Harry glanced up to see Hermione look at Ron uneasily.

`Can we talk later?' she inquired timidly. Ron nodded, and went back to his food. The two of them kept quiet the rest of supper, and left before Harry. He decided to go and tell Professor McGonagall about the seventh floor corridor. She told Harry that two suits of armour would be placed to guard the hallway just in case, along with a secret sensor. By time he finished with McGonagall, the Hall was practically empty. Harry left, and made his way up to the fourth floor, and sauntered down the hallway toward the East Tower.

`Hello Harry! Good to see you. I should warn you, you might reconsider going in there' Evander suggested warily.

`Why?'

`Well, see for yourself. Password?' Harry said the password, and as the portrait opened, he could hear Ron and Hermione arguing. He slowly made his way up the hallway, and stayed out of eyesight from the two of them. Harry didn't like to admit he was eavesdropping, however he didn't want to barge in on them, or just let them go at each other. His scar continued to ache, and was starting to sting slightly. It hurt badly to Harry, considering it hadn't hurt since he went to Godric's Hollow.

`I just don't like it when you do that in public!' Hermione spoke loudly.

`Why not? What's so wrong about people knowing that we are going out?' Ron retorted just as loud. Harry could hear Hermione sigh loudly.

`There's a difference between people knowing, and showing off! I don't want to parade our kissing in front of the Great Hall!' Hermione barreled on.

`What, you never want to kiss when there's people around?!' Ron fumed.

`No, it's just . . . I don't know' Hermione sighed.

`What, did you think we would just kiss when we're alone?!' Ron continued to storm. Harry felt they argued enough, and came around the corner. Both of them were on opposite sides of the common room, yelling at each other from across the room. Ron was looking at the corner of the room.

`No, of course not! It's just . . . Harry' Hermione looked over and noticed Harry.

`It's because of Harry?!' Ron continued, turning his head slightly, still oblivious to Harry.

`No Ron, Harry' she motioned. Ron turned to see Harry standing next to the desk. He was red in the face, just like Hermione.

`Oh, sorry Harry' Ron mumbled, moving towards one of the chairs.

`It's O-` Harry started, however at that instant, Harry's scar burst into pain. Harry clutched his scar, and slowly fell to the floor, yelling aloud in agony.

`HARRY!' Hermione cried, as she and Ron ran over to him. Harry could feel Voldemort's emotions, something he hadn't experienced in a while. Harry rolled on the floor, bumping into Hermione and Ron as he did.

`Harry, what is it?! Why are you laughing!' Hermione pleaded. Harry only noticed when she mentioned it, but he was laughing, in a very sinister and crackling fashion.

`It's Voldemort . . . He's happy . . . torturing someone' Harry gasped, as his scar continued to sting aggressively.

`Who's he torturing?' Ron asked hurriedly. Harry tried to find a face, an image. He could feel Hermione holding his hand as his other covered his scar as it gave another shot of pain. Harry could tell through the anguish that Voldemort had just administered another torture curse at a man, who Harry could now see cloudily in his mind.

`Malfoy.'

A/N - So what do think of this chapter? You get to meet my OC, Professor Terrwynebas, so what do you think of him so far? Also, I hope all you Harmony shippers are getting happier with the R/Hr. You can see it starting to crumble. Please review.

Spell / Name Meanings -
Ignamoenia - L. ignis: fire, moenia: walls (Ignamoenia = fire walls)

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CHAPTER TWELVE

A Father's Fate

Draco sat quietly in the stone room he had been put into. He had no idea how long he had occupied the dark recess, but could tell it numbered at least a few days. The stuffy, rodent scented air did not help Draco pass the time easily.

Wormtail checked him a few times, mostly to make sure he was still alive, and if he needed food. Draco tried to reason with the rat of a man when he came, trying to understand what was going on, and honestly trying to get himself out of his situation. Wormtail however, was not budging.

‘Wormtail, you have to help me escape’ he repeated as Pettigrew made his daily check on the ex-Hogwarts student. Wormtail, his stature looking notably hunched, and his eyes dull in their tiredness, looked away into a corner of the room, assumingly looking for anything out of place.

‘You failed Draco, and that’s all that matters to the Dark Lord’ he answered, bustling along through the doorway, and locking the door behind him hurriedly.

Draco hated the situation. He was in a constant panic, worried that the next time Wormtail would come in, he would take him back to Voldemort. He would be tortured again, or worst. Then there was his father. Draco couldn’t bare the idea of seeing his father tortured. Worst however, was his mother. She was alone now, not knowing the fate of either of them. Would Voldemort go after her next? The anxiety continued to fester in Draco’s mind, making him even more desperate to escape and try to get help from the one man who saw him.

Meanwhile, in the main chamber, a tall, black robed man entered through the door, and approached the platform on which a dark figure sat on a high backed chair. In the dim torchlight, the silver eyes of the man glimmered slightly. He kneeled before the dark figure, and bowed, his black robes billowing around him on the stone floor.

‘I have completed your task my Lord. Azkaban has been emptied, and your mark placed above as a symbol of your power. I have brought your prisoners here, as requested’ he attested quietly, his head still bowed to the floor. The dark figure rose from his chair, and took a step forward, his red coloured eyes looking at the man before him, and his long fingered hands grasping the sides of his silk-like midnight robe.

‘Very good Lesath, your skills have come to good use. Turmoil has gripped the wizard world because of your actions. Rise’ the Dark Lord responded unhurriedly. Lesath stood slowly, his silver eyes glancing at the face of the Dark Lord. The torchlight in the high ceiling stone room flickered against the snake-like man’s face, painting it every shade of amber and crimson, the shadows making him look all the more powerful, and menacing.

‘You may retire for now, but first, bring me Snape, Wormtail, and Bellatrix’ Voldemort ordered quietly. Lesath bowed once more, and exited the chamber. Moments later, Bellatrix and Wormtail entered, soon followed by Snape. Bellatrix gave Snape a look of disgust, and all three kneeled before the Dark Lord.

‘Severus, go and get young Draco. Lucius and his companions have returned, and it is time to show what happens when someone fails Lord Voldemort’ the Dark Lord hissed. Snape stood quickly, bowed, and exited the room, his robe billowing behind him as he went.

‘Wormtail, Bellatrix my dear, bring in Lucius and the others’ he stated easily. The two rose quickly, bowed low, and went to get the prisoners. Voldemort smiled visously as he gazed at the large black snake slithering into view.

‘Now we shall set the trap’ the Dark Lord hissed in parseltongue.

*

Draco paced his stone cell as he heard sounds echoing from the door. There was movement occurring somewhere above him, but he couldn’t tell by what. He stood next to the dirty wooden door, and put his head on the side. Footsteps could be heard, moving quickly, and becoming louder. Draco had become accustom to hearing Wormtail’s steps, and he moved to the other corner, away from the small amount of light that was cast by a lantern hanging from the wall next to the door. The lock slid open noisily, and the door opened.

‘Professor!’ Draco expressed wildly. If anyone here could help him, Snape was that person. Snape closed the door behind him, and turned back to face Draco. His face was grim, paler than usual. He placed a long boney finger over his mouth to show Draco to be quiet.

‘The Dark Lord has asked me to come and get you. You father and the others from Azkaban are here, and will be punished, along with you’ he started, his black eyes boring into Draco. Draco rose, and came close to Snape.

‘My father, he’s here! Professor, you have to help us!’ Draco pleaded. Snape once again put his finger to his pursed lips.

‘Be quiet boy. There’s nothing to be done about you or your father. He will be killed, and the fool deserves it. You, on the other hand, should have completed your task’ he stated. Draco couldn’t believe he was doing this, especially now.

‘My father is not a fool you slime! And how could I have done it! I never wanted to in the first place, I was forced!’ Draco retorted ferociously.

‘Shut up boy! A coward as always, like every other Malfoy. You are coming with me.’ Snape moved forward, and made a grab for Draco’s arm. Draco thrashed his arm away, and moved to the other side of the cell. Snape was getting agitated.

‘You have a choice Draco. Either I bring you to the Dark Lord, and you come peacefully, or I will curse you, and you will be levitated to your death’ he sneered. Draco was in a situation that seemed hopeless to escape. He was being brought to his death. He could feel it, the cold prickling sensation in his toes and fingertips, knowing what lied outside the door to this cell. The panic was overwhelming in his head.

‘Please Severus, I beg you, help me!’ he cried, clawing at Snape’s robes. Seeing Snape enter his cell had brought a glimmer of hope to Draco, in this otherwise gloomy and squalled place. None of the other Death Eaters would help him, however Snape knew him, and understood his situation. Snape was loyal to Voldemort though. Draco saw proof of that when he killed Dumbledore, and no doubt brought him back to Voldemort so he could be punished. He still had to try with Snape, he was desperate.

Snape ripped his robes out of Draco’s hands, and Draco fell to his knees shedding tears. There was no escape, he was going to die. Snape looked at the crumbling young man. He grabbed Draco’s left arm, pulled him to standing, and started towards the door.

‘Please, no! Severus!’ Draco shouted, trying to hold onto the wall of the room, or anything for that matter. He couldn’t die, not now, not like this. While he inhabited it, he couldn’t stand the stench, or the enclosure. Now he wanted nothing more than to stay in it.

Snape gave him a tug, and Draco was pulled from the cell, and the door closed as they reached the platform at the bottom of the stone stairs. Draco was weeping profusely.

Snape continued to remain silent, and moved Draco up the stairwell. Only the sounds of their footsteps, and Draco’s sobs echoed in the darkness that surrounded the two, until they reached the antechamber. The door through which they had entered before into the large chamber where Voldemort resided was open, the flickering of the torches inside projecting the light outwards. Draco looked at the doorway, and began moving away from it, against Snape’s tugs, trying desperately to move away from it. Draco knew what awaited him inside the horrible room. Snape gave a hard pull, and Draco was thrust into the room.

‘Ah, young Draco’ the Dark Lord whispered, as Draco stumbled in. Draco looked around and found numerous Death Eaters in black cloaks, barely visible in the dim light. They were lined about the sides of the chamber, the skull like masks floating ominously in the shadows, their forms visible with the odd flicker from the torches bracketed on the walls. They surrounded a group of men and women in the center of the room, all dressed in black and white prisoner’s outfits, although in the torchlight, the white looked tawny. All of them looked drained, and filthy, their uniforms hanging off them as if they all had lost substantial weight since being issued them. Draco looked at the group, and felt a pang in his chest. He found his father. He was the only one with blond hair, and was kneeling directly in front of the Dark Lord.

‘Bring him to me’ Voldemort ordered airily. Draco looked to the voice, and saw the Dark Lord, the light flickering on his bald head as he stood at the edge of a black stage. Draco felt two hands grasp his arms, and he was carried in front of the Dark Lord, and thrown to the hard stone floor. Draco looked up and found his eyes, those menacing, terrifying, bloodstained eyes. The Dark Lord grinned evilly, his slit-like nostrils flaring, and Draco was thrown into utter terror.

Draco was shaking all over, and could not move, even if he wanted or had too. The chamber was completely silent, as the Dark Lord moved around behind Draco.

‘You have failed once too many times Lucius. Now, watch as you weak, disgusting, pureblood of a son pays for your incompetence’ he hissed, turning abruptly, and pointing his wand at Draco’s back.

‘Crucio!’

Draco immediately fell onto his stomach, and began to roll on the cold stone floor, screaming in agony. He was writhing in pain, the anguish spreading the entire length of his body, his bones feeling as if they were being both electrified and crushed at the same time. His back arched as the pain centered on his spine, and his eyes closed shut, trying to endure the torment. The curse finally lifted after what felt like an eternity, and Draco fell silent, whimpering on the cold floor, the sweat that covered his body making him shiver, his eyes shedding tears of both pain and fear. He could hear the Dark Lord laughing evilly at the scene.

‘You knew what waited for you Lucius. Did you think Azkaban was your savior? No other Death Eater has failed me so utterly, so completely, so stupidly. Did you think after that disaster in the Department of Mysteries that I would welcome you back you recreant? Think again’ he hissed angrily. Draco opened his eyes to see Voldemort aim his wand at his father, the arm of his cloak hanging loosely. Draco could do nothing as the Dark Lord came before his father, his slitted eyes open wide, full of malevolence.

‘Crucio!’

Draco could not stand to hear it. His father screamed as he flailed on the hard floor, thrashing from side to side. The other prisoners did nothing but continue to look downwards and remain silent, knowing what was in store for themselves. Death Eaters in the shadows were doing the same. Only the Dark Lord moved or spoke, and he seemed to be enjoying his redemption for the failed tasks. Draco closed his eyes as he cried even more, hearing his father. As the cries became rasp and unbearable, Voldemort pulled his wand away, and glanced at the remains of the Death Eater in front of him. Lucius was left barely moving, clawing the stone slowly, his eyes full of fear and pain.

Draco could not stand to see his father in such a way. His father had always been prideful in his composure, never looking down at anyone, especially that filthy house elf that Harry Potter let free. Always in the best clothes, and the best possessions, that’s what Draco came to expect. It was part of being a Malfoy. Now, his father, the man he had always aspired to be, was lying semi-unconscious on this stone floor, in the filth of his prisoner’s uniform, waiting only for the relief of death to take him.

‘Now Lucius, what should become of your son?’ Voldemort asked painfully slow. Draco looked to his father, and found only a terrified man, knowing the end was near.

‘My Lord, please, spare my son’ he said quietly, not daring to look up, breathing heavily. Voldemort turned towards Draco, and pointed his wand again. Draco looked away, expecting another torture curse. Voldemort moved his wand, and Draco was raised against the wall, and turned towards his father. He was pinned, not able to move or talk. His feet dangled slightly, as he was raised a few inches above the floor. Lucius looked to his son in horror, his mouth agape and his face drained of any colour.

Voldemort grinned wickedly, and turned towards Lucius. Lucius quickly glanced back down at the stone, but there was no point really. Voldemort inclined his wand downward, and raised it slowly, Lucius rising with it until he was standing, barely. He swayed heavily, his torn and dirty prisoner’s uniform. Draco could have never pictured his father looking how he did now. This was torture enough for him.

The Dark Lord moved back in front of Draco, still facing Lucius. ‘Now, you will pay for your incompetence’ he hissed, turning and facing Draco.

‘My Lord, please’ Lucius begged. Voldemort inclined his wand at Draco, grinning evilly as he did. While the wand stayed pointed at his chest, Draco’s head was racing with the reality that his death was imminent. The Dark Lord then grinned evilly again, and slowly turned towards Lucius. Draco realized he would not be dying first. His father would be killed.

Draco could do nothing. Voldemort kept his wand pointed at his father forever, delaying, dragging the torment longer and longer. Lucius stared at the wand, then glanced at Draco, and opened his mouth to speak once last sentance to his son.

‘Avada Kedavra!’

Draco’s father was enveloped in a green flash of light. Draco tried to scream, but nothing would come out. All he could do was scream violently in his head, as the light died out, and his father’s crumpled figure fell lifeless to the stone floor with a disgusting thud. Voldemort looked at the remains of Lucius with repugnance, and flicked his wand at Draco, making him fall to the floor, finally being able to scream and cry.

Draco wanted nothing more than to kill Voldemort right then and there. He made him watch his father plead for his life, beg, and die. Voldemort motioned two Death Eaters from the shadows towards him.

‘Burn this filth’ he ordered. The two lifted Lucius’ body, and dragged it unceremoniously out the door. Draco was filled with hate. He didn’t need a wand, he could just strangle him here and now. Voldemort turned away from Draco, and he took advantage. Draco, not thinking of anything else, tried quickly to get up and lunge at the Dark Lord. Voldemort, however turned around quickly, just as Draco started his jump.

‘Crucio!’

Draco was thrown back down to the stone floor, and pain again engulfed his senses. Draco barely had the energy, and thrashed slowly on the cold floor as the torture curse moved through his body, Voldemort crackling all the while. It was lifted finally, and Draco was barely awake due to the pain. He felt someone grab his upper arm, and he blacked out.

*

‘Take him back to his cell’ Voldemort ordered. Snape came forward, and grabbed Draco’s arm, and dragged him beyond the door. Once they had exited the chamber, Snape levitated him, and moved him slowly back to his cell. Meanwhile, Voldemort was organizing his prisoners.

‘Take the rest, and put them in separate cells’ he ordered. Death Eaters came in from all sides, and paired up on each of the prisoners. Once the prisoners were quietly shuffled out of the room, Bellatrix came quickly towards the stage, Wormtail ambled behind her slowly.

‘My Lord, why did you spare the boy?’ she asked hesitantly. Voldemort took his seat on the stage, and looked at the two in front of him.

‘I am not finished with young Draco yet. He still has his uses, and I plan on following them to the end’ he explained to the hollow faced woman, who while Lucius and Draco were being tortured, smiled viciously, and looked as if Christmas had came early. ‘What have you found about Potter?’

‘My Lord, he has returned to Hogwarts, along with the mudblood and the blood-traitor’ Bellatrix stated speedily. Voldemort looked to the floor for a moment, thinking.

‘Is that all?’ he asked, sounding disappointed. Bellatrix tried to reassure the Dark Lord.

‘My Lord, we are continuing with our search’ she declared. Voldemort put his hand up, and she went silent, looking back at the stone floor.

‘You will continue, yes. Young Draco will help you’ he revealed.

‘How my Lord?’ Wormtail sniffled. At that moment, Snape returned from bringing Draco to his cell. Both Wormtail and Bellatrix turned to see him enter the chamber, and kneel next to them, facing the Dark Lord.

‘Severus, you will now watch over young Draco. I have other tasks set for Wormtail. Check on him, and make sure he stays alive. I have more plans for him yet. Leave us’ Voldemort told Snape. Snape rose, bowed low, and exited the chamber, closing the door behind him.

‘My Lord, why did you leave him to guard Malfoy?’ Bellatrix asked, not being able to hide her anger at how passive the Dark Lord was being with Snape.

‘My reasons are not your concern’ voiced Voldemort.

‘But my Lord, he will allow him to escape!’ Bellatrix continued. Voldemort rose from his chair, and Bellatrix instantly lowered herself into a bow. She knew she had gone too far.

‘That is why your task, aside from learning about Potter, is to follow Snape and Draco. When they flee, they will lead you strait to the tattered remains of the Order of the Pheonix, and Harry Potter.’

A/N – Alright folks, this chapter went back to the dark side of the story. So, what did you think of this “dark” chapter? Did you like some of the plotting and scheming here? Plus the death, what of that?

Please review!

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Closing a Door and Opening a Window

The pain started to retreat, and Harry came back to his senses. He was still on the floor, and his body ached. Hermione was there, looking down at him worriedly. Ron came down, and put an arm behind Harry as he lifted himself slowly from the floor. His head was still throbbing, and as he came to a sitting position, he became very dizzy, and almost fell over again. Luckily, Ron's arm was still there, and kept him from hitting the floor again.

`Harry mate, you OK?' asked Ron, Harry seeing the concern on his face. Harry nodded, and Ron and Hermione helped him slowly to one of the chairs in front of the fire. Once he was placed, Ron and Hermione took a seat on the rug in front of the fireplace facing Harry.

`What happened?' Hermione quaked, as she sat cross legged on the rug.

`I don't know. I felt Voldemort's emotions again' Harry breathed slowly. His scar didn't hurt anymore, but his body was still covered in cold sweat, and he was shivering, even with the fire blazing in the hearth. Hermione noticed, and took a blanket from the other chair and placed it over him. Harry smiled at her to say thanks, however she still looked distressed.

`I thought Voldemort was using Occlumency?' Hermione commented, looking at Harry and then Ron. Ron gave her a warm smile, and she lightened a little. Harry could imagine their fight was still fresh in their minds.

`He wanted me to feel it, I know it' Harry answered. Harry could tell that it was true. Voldemort kept using Occlumency on Harry since the end of fifth year. Why would he let Harry feel his emotions now, unless he wanted him to? Especially now, while torturing Malfoy. Ron looked at it through a different light.

`Well, that's horrible that you felt it, but at least Malfoy's getting what he deserves' he commented, leaning back and looking at Harry intently. Hermione's brows lowered, and her eyes snapped over at Ron for the comment.

`Ron, I know Malfoy did some unpleasant things, but no one deserves to be tortured' she stated assertively. Ron's rolled his eyes, and his mouth let out a bewildered sigh.

`Unpleasant? Hermione, this is Malfoy. If anyone deserves it, he does' he replied. Harry's head was beginning to ache again, with the prospect of their fighting making a glorious return. Hermione was about to respond, raising herself off the carpet, when Harry gave a loud, somewhat angry sigh, and closed his eyes, hoping she would notice. He opened them and looked at Hermione, who immediately sat back down, and folded her hands in her lap.

`Can you guys stop please? You're making my head hurt again' he said flatly, looking between the two of them. Both Hermione and Ron appeared displeased with themselves, something that Harry admittedly wanted them to feel.

`Sorry Harry' Ron muttered, Hermione nodding slowly, staring at the carpet. They sat for a few moments, the fire crackling slowly. Harry's head wasn't feeling any better however. After a few more minutes of quiet, Hermione lifted he head, and looked at Harry.

`Harry, what about Professor Terrwynebas?' she asked. Harry raised an eyebrow, looking doubtfully at her.

`Hermione, I don't think he had anything to do with that vision'

`No, no. You said he wants to help you in anyway, right?' Harry nodded, and she continued. `Well, maybe he can teach you Occlumency' she proposed.

`Hermione, I just met him. I don't need another person drilling my head like Snape, especially someone I don't know' Harry exasperated.

`But even you thought Snape was just making it easier for Voldemort. He probably was, but Professor Terrwynebas could be on our side, and he could help you' she said. Harry could hear the encouragement in her voice, and noticed the hopefulness in her eyes. Harry smiled, and realized, like many times before, that she was probably right.

`Alright, I have a meeting with him on Saturday night, I'll ask him then' Harry answered. She smiled, and Harry decided to go to sleep, standing up. He swayed slightly, and Ron and Hermione stood quickly to help him.

`I think I'll go to bed' Harry said tiredly. All he wanted now was to fall onto his bed, and hope that sleeping would allow him to feel better. He made his way slowly to his staircase, and started up, stopping after a few steps. The sound of footsteps from Hermione and Ron exiting through the portrait hole could be heard, and the opening of the portrait a few moments later. Harry made his way back down, to find Hermione taking a seat in front of the fireplace, curling up with the same blanket Harry just discarded.

`Are you and Ron alright?' Harry asked quietly. Hermione jerked her head around at the sound of his voice, but her face softened as he came and sat back down in the chair he had only just vacated.

`I thought you were going to bed?' she asked, yawning in the process, showing her sleepiness. She looked calmer than she was earlier, the soft glow of the fire shading her face a warm bronze.

`Well, I thought I'd see if you're alright. That sounded like quite the row when I came in.' Hermione frowned, and looked into the fire, then Harry.

`It was stupid. Ron thinks that because I don't kiss him all the time like Lavender did, that I don't like him. I thought he was more mature than this' she ranted.

`More mature than what?' Harry asked. He knew that Ron sometimes showed the maturity level of a ten year old, but he wondered just how mature she was expecting him to be. She looked back to the floor for a moment.

`Thinking that all people do when they go out is snog and whatnot. What a load of rubbish. I mean, you're a guy, what do you think people would do?' she asked, looking at him. Harry felt a bit uncomfortable answering, but tried to give a good answer none the less.

`Well, for me, just being around the person is enough. I mean, I've only really gone out with Ginny, but with her, just being around each other was the greatest thing' Harry admitted. It was true, his time with Ginny was always best when they just did things like sit in the common room. Of course, at the time snogging was great, but Harry just couldn't get enough of holding her in his arms, and embracing those moments. Harry expected that with anyone he loved, just being around them would bring about the best feelings

Hermione smiled at his response. She looked at the arm of her chair for a moment, then back at him intently. Harry could not stop a pleasant grin from automatically wiping across his face.

`See, that's exactly what I think' she said, glancing at Harry again. She gave a shug, and her smile went away almost as quickly as it came, as did Harry's. `I don't know, maybe if I just explain it to Ron, he'll understand. Thanks Harry.' She beamed gently again at Harry, got up, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Her hair fell in front of Harry only slightly, but enough to catch a whiff of honeysuckle. His head was momentarily swimming, however he quickly gasped his senses, and looked at Hermione, who gave him an odd look.

`No problem. Goodnight' he said briskly.

`Goodnight' she replied, and went up her staircase to her room. Harry stayed in the common room for a few moments thinking.

It couldn't be what he thought, he couldn't be falling for Hermione. She was dating Ron. It isn't supposed to be like this. Harry should be happy for them, and he should want to get back with Ginny. Of course he thought about it, numerous times, however the more he thought of Ginny, the more he found faults with her. He was fully agreed with himself that Ginny, although as lovely and great she was, just wasn't the girl for him anymore. She would always be a good friend to him, no doubts in his mind there, but the idea of dating again didn't exactly make Harry jump for joy.

Harry tried to reassure himself, he was happy for Ron and Hermione, though not as much as he thought he'd be. He put up with them dancing around the idea for years, and it was about time they finally got together.

However the more he saw of them, the more he thought there were some things out of place. Tonight was a perfect example of it. They always seemed to be arguing. At first, Harry thought they would work it out of their systems, but tonight was proof that it wasn't going away anytime soon.

But the question still remained, was he falling for Hermione? Again, he couldn't be, he shouldn't. She and Ron were dating, and it regardless of how he felt, he had to respect them. After all, they're his best friends. They even asked his permission, and he gave it. He couldn't take it back now, just to say “you can't, because I might like Hermione”.

He couldn't even be sure if that was true. Maybe he didn't like Hermione like that. No, there was no maybe out it, he didn't, he couldn't even if he did. He stopped dating Ginny because she would be in danger, and dating anyone else would put them in danger too. Harry didn't have a choice, he couldn't date anyone, especially now. He was convinced, he didn't like Hermione, he couldn't.

`Then why did you smell honeysuckle when you sniffed the Amorentia?' his mind asked. That scent . . . Harry could not describe how wonderful it smelled, or of how it reminded him of holding Hermione in her back yard over the summer. It was calming, but electrifying, forceful but soft, intoxicating but soothing, all at the same time. The number of words Harry could describe went on like this. He stopped himself however, knowing where that road led.

Harry lowered his head, and didn't bother trying to answer the daunting question, and went to bed, still thoroughly confused.

*

On Saturday, Harry made his way up to the defence classroom. He spent most of the day in the library with Ron, Hermione, and Neville, working on their Herbology essay that was set for them on Friday. Hermione of course finished first, Neville shortly afterwards. Harry and Ron asked Neville for help, and in turn, they were able to finish early enough to practice the Firewall Charm. Neville and Ron both showed improvement, and could create a fire ring, however they were still hesitant to lower it below their head. Hermione, conjuring the Firewall correctly after a few minutes, decided to return to the common room, to look through the potions book again.

Harry checked his watch, and it showed two minutes to eight o'clock. He knocked on the classroom door, and Professor Terrwynebas told him to come in. Harry entered, and found the room lit with a few torches bracketed on the walls. Professor Terrwynebas was sitting at his desk, leafing through some papers, two candles lit sitting at the corners. He looked up at Harry, and piled the papers, shoving them into a drawer, leaving the desk clean except for the candles. He motioned Harry to a chair set in front of the desk, and Harry took a seat.

`Well Harry, how are you tonight?' he asked.

`I'm alright. How are you?'

`Slightly cross-eyed from reading, but good enough' he said, shaking his head from side to side and giving a light chuckle. He leaned forward and putting his arms on the desk.

`Now, of course I have things I could start teaching you, defence spells, non-lethal curses, and so forth, however I am going to ask if there is anything you want to learn first. Best to start on something you want to learn' he stated, leaning back in his chair and surveying Harry.

`There is something' Harry started, glancing at his hands which sat on his lap. He was twiddling his thumbs, still worried about whether asking for Occlumency lessons would the best thing to ask for his first lesson. Topher leaned forward again, folding his arms on the desk, and looking at Harry worriedly.

`What is it Harry?' he asked calmly. Harry looked up, and Topher smiled at him nicely, however unsymmetrical. When he smiled, only the right side of his mouth would actually incline upwards. The other half would stay level as usual.

`Can you teach me Occlumency?' Harry finally asked. Harry looked at Topher optimistically, hoping that he wouldn't laugh or become overly encouraging. He was glad to see him lean back, look down, and let out a small but understanding laugh. He looked back at Harry, his one sided smile reaching the other side as well.

`Yes, I can. I understand your concern. You only met me a few days ago, and now you're asking me to help you defend your mind. Again, Professor Dumbledore told me of your . . . lessons with Professor Snape. After that, I definitely understand your caution' he expressed. Harry began to wonder just how much Professor Terrwynebas knew about him.

`So, what we will do, which will hopefully allow you to trust me, is have you learn both Legilimency and Occlumency' he stated cheerfully. Harry quirked his brow.

`Both?' he asked. Topher nodded enthusiastically.

`Yes. You can't really learn Occlumency without Legilimency. Now, of course, teaching Legilimency is supposed to be taught only by the Ministry of Magic. It's usually reserved for Aurors and members of Magical Law Enforcement. So, if you want to learn it, you have to promise to only use it in proper situations.' His tone changed, and was now straight forward and stern. He looked at Harry very closely, and Harry nodded.

`I would never use it in a bad way' Harry promised. Topher continued to scan Harry, then nodded.

`Alright. So, we'll start with Occlumency, defence of the mind from outside forces' Topher started. He stood from his chair, and motioned Harry to stand as well. Harry did so, and moved around the desk, where Topher conjured two wooden stools, approximately waist height. Topher and Harry sat down, facing each other.

`Now, we will start very easily. Rushing Occlumency usually works against the learner. If I was to, for example, dive into your mind, you would probably become more susceptible to Legilimency' he informed.

`So Snape was opening my mind more to Voldemort' Harry stated hatefully. He thought it was true at the time, and now he knew it was. His hate towards Snape increased tenfold, knowing that the visions he saw two years ago which led to Sirius' death, were helped by Snape.

`It is possible. The fact that you dislike him, and I was told he didn't exactly favour you either, probably didn't help the situation. However, I must ask you to focus on the now' Topher replied. Harry shook his head slightly, and tried to relax his mind, and calm down. There was no point in getting frustrated about Snape now. Topher took a breath, and returned to the lesson.

`First thing I'll teach you, is to notice when someone's trying to enter your thoughts. Your best defence is the earliest. If you can stop someone before they get in, then you're winning before the fight begins, understand?' Harry nodded.

`Good. Now, I will use my wand, but I want you to try not to. You can hold your wand in your hand, and if you want to stop at anytime, tap the desk, OK?' he asked nicely, motioning to the professor's desk next to them. Harry nodded, and took out his wand. He was glad Topher was allowing him to use his wand if needed, and would start off slowly. Topher took out his wand, which at this distance, was made of a light coloured wood, with inlaid weavings and knots circling it.

`Professor, what kind of wood is your wand made of?' asked Harry. Topher's eyebrows raised, and he took a glance of his wand.

`Birch. Not the strongest of woods, but it works beautifully for me. Twelve inches, with griffin feather.'

`So you didn't get it from Mr. Ollivander' Harry reasoned, since the core wasn't phoenix feather, unicorn hair, or dragon heartstring. Topher shook his head.

`No, it was made by a wand maker in Ireland. He always inlaid his wands with knots and weaves you see, that was his tell. Now, are you ready to begin?' he asked. Harry started feeling bad about all the tangents he was leading Topher down. Harry nodded, and Topher raised his wand at Harry.

`Now, very easy, just focus on your mind. Picture it as a fortress, with walls and boundaries surrounding it. You won't let anything get through the walls; you will remain strong and focused' he instructed. Harry nodded again.

`Legilimens' Topher pronounced quietly.

Harry didn't feel any different. He could see Topher in front of him, looking at him, however nothing was happening. Harry was about to ask if something was wrong, when he noticed it.

It was like a person pushing on a door very slowly. Something was gradually seeping into his mind. Harry closed his eyes, and tried to picture the walls, the castle that encased his mind, his memories, his dreams. The encroaching continued, and Harry tried harder, trying to push back the oncoming outside force. He felt the outside pushing subside, and it finally stopped. Harry opened his eyes to see Topher smiling at him.

`Not too bad Harry, for a first try. What'd it feel like?'

`Like something was slowly reaching in, trying to push its way farther. I tried to push back, but it took a lot of effort' Harry said. He was pleased his head didn't hurt like it did with every session with Snape.

`Yes, well, I backed out' Topher admitted. Harry's face fell slightly. `I could feel you pushing, but you weren't doing it hard enough. You need to train your mind, in order to strengthen it. Right now however, you need to realize that you don't even need to push. Build walls, so that you never need to. Think of it as someone opening a door. All you have to do, is make sure the door stays shut, OK?' Harry nodded, and sat up straight.

`Lets try this again. Remember, I am giving you time to prepare, so make it count. Legilimens.'

Harry immediately started to focus on his own mind, closing his eyes. He felt it as one entity, having the ability to stand by itself, alone. The tiny feeling started trickling in, and Harry stood his ground. The encroaching of another person in his head continued, but Harry focused, as hard as he could, as his mind being one solid block, impenetrable.

The force of the pushing increased, however Harry continued to focus as hard as he could. So far it was working, and Harry was pleased with himself. The pushing continued, and Harry continued to focus. Suddenly, Harry heard a tap in the room, and opened his eyes to see what it was.

Immediately, the pushing crashed in on Harry's mind. A tall black haired boy was standing in the backyard of a fair-sized house, hugging a bushy haired girl. Harry never wanted to leave this hug, it was so great. He could feel her warmth, and just how much he wanted to never let go, and never loose such a wonderful person.

Harry realized what was happening, and tapped his wand hard on the desk. The pushing seized abruptly, and Harry opened his eyes.

He was still on the stool, and could see Topher sitting across from him. Harry could smell burning wood, and was surprised see the professor's desk, which he just tapped, was in fact, on fire. Topher quickly turned his wand, and extinguished the flames, Harry helping.

`I'm sorry Topher' Harry professed sadly. The flames were quickly put out, and Harry looked down at himself. His first lesson and he messed up, setting the professor's desk on fire. Not exactly the best first impression. Topher, in the mean time, was shaking his head.

`It is alright Harry' he chuckled as he turned back to Harry, `you'd be surprised how many things I blew up at my house while I was learning.' Harry smiled, and looked up. Topher was looking up at the ceiling for a moment, then back at him, grinning.

`Now, why'd you loose control? You where doing great, but then it all came down.'

`I heard a tap, or something, and lost my concentration' Harry admitted. Topher took his left hand, and tapped the side of the stool, making the sound Harry heard. Harry understood.

`The first lesson in Occlumency: no matter what is going on, you must stay focused. Don't get distracted by outside events. If you let your guard down, you leave your mind vulnerable.' Topher stood from stool, and Harry did too. He vanished the stools, and put a hand on Harry's shoulder, leading him towards the doorway.

`What I'd like for you to do is try to work on staying focused. Read something in a busy part of the school, and try not to look up, and continue reading. Play a chess match and focus on nothing else, something like that. How about we meet next Saturday, if you'd like?' he proposed. Harry agreed, and turned and left the room, heading back to the East Tower.

Topher, in the mean time, slowly strolled back to his desk, and slumped down in his chair. He put his hands behind his head, leaned back, and smiled to himself, letting a few light chuckles escape, the chair creaking slightly.

`He is in love' he said lightheartedly. He leaned forward, pulled out the papers from the desk again, and continuing his reading, still wearing cheerful smile.

*

The lessons with Topher continued to improve. Harry was very busy, with Head duties and homework, but he managed time to try and maintain good focusing skills, reading Dumbledore's notebook in hallways and the Great Hall. As his lessons continued, he became better at keeping Topher out of his mind. When he did manage to get through though, he still had a hard time pushing him out. Topher was polite about it, and only made Harry relive the memory of him and Hermione hugging. Topher asked one lesson who the girl was, but Harry said it was just a friend, and the young professor did not ask again.

Meanwhile in the school, and outside, things were still not going well. Prefects were constantly coming to either Harry or Hermione with problems, some as mundane as a spill of pumpkin juice in the Great Hall, or food in the dormitories.

Hermione continued to read over the potions and spell books from Dumbledore, however she was being meticulous with all three books, and it was taking sometime to read them all. Harry was still holding out, however was loosing hope in finding anything in them worthwhile. He wished Dumbledore left bookmarks or something, which could have made it simpler. The situation was not helped by the problems Ron and Hermione were still having.

They ended up finishing their argument from the night Harry collapsed. Harry came into the library one day to find Ron by himself. Ron went on about how Hermione was being confusing about things, and how he was trying to get her to calm down and relax for at least some time. Of course, Harry could imagine Hermione was not in the mood to relax. There was a war going on, and the three of them were in the thick of it. Relaxing, even for a short while, was not high on the list of priorities, especially Hermione's.

By the end of September, the Pensieve still sat on the desk where Harry left it, untouched. Every time he passed it in the common room, he felt anxiety in what may sit in the memories. He decided, for the time, since he was overly busy with Head duties and learning Occlumency, something that Dumbledore wanted him to learn anyways, that he would leave the Pensieve. He knew he would have to brave the memories of the former Headmaster someday, but he honestly was not looking forward to them.

The lesson that Harry was looking forward to with Professor Terrwynebas, was on the fourth of October. It was this date that they set for starting Legilimency training. Harry wanted to understand how it felt, and hoped learning it would better allow him to learn Occlumency. As Harry took his seat on his stool, Topher could see the eagerness in Harry's posture.

`Now I know you are interested in this lesson. That's good. But before you go trying to barge into my memories, you must understand what you're doing.

`When you use Legilimency, you'll feel your mind branching outwards towards another. It may be disorientating at first, but you'll get used to it. Once you're in someone else's mind, it works like the opposite of Occlumency. You have to push hard on the defenses someone puts up. Try to look deeper into the persons mind, and yes, into their eyes. Eye contact is sometimes a key to Legilimency. Only pros can perform it without eye contact' Topher stated. Harry was very eager now to try it out.

`Have you ever been inside a memory?' Topher asked all of a sudden. Harry was confused.

`What do you mean?'

`Well, I mean, have you ever fallen into a Pensieve, with a memory inside it?' he elaborated.

`Oh, yeah, Professor Dumbledore's' Harry replied.

`Dumbledore's . . . that must have been something. Anyways, when you do get past someone's defenses, you'll find that the mind looks like a Pensieve, full of shimmering memories. You can see them, and you chose which one you want to see by pushing your mind toward that memory, kind of how you would push your head in a memory stored in a Pensieve. Understand?' he asked. He was very thorough in these lessons with Harry, and always stopped to make sure Harry understood everything. Sometimes Harry didn't like it, but it had on some occasions allowed for Harry to ask questions without sounding idiotic.

`Now, at the beginning, you were wary about having me enter your mind. I hope you believe I'm on your side. But to understand Legilimency, you'll need a memory of mine. I already chose one for you, and for your first try, I'll have very little defenses for you to get through. When you enter my mind, you'll find only one memory. Push forward, and enter it like it was in a Pensieve.' Topher put his wand in his hand, and Harry pointed his wand at Topher. Harry couldn't believe he was going to do this, actually become a mind reader!

Topher nodded his head, and Harry took a deep breath.

`Legilimens.'

Harry's head swayed a little with the sudden change. His brain felt like it was being extended past his own head. Harry could imagine a fog, a grey shimmering everywhere. He focused on Topher, and tried the best at what he should do, and pushed his mind through the fog.

`You're not focusing enough Harry. Your mind is too clouded' Topher said. Harry understood that it was a literal meaning. `You have to empty your mind, and focus solely on mine' he encouraged quietly.

Harry tried to ignore everything else, and pushed forward as hard as he could, focused entirely on Topher, boring into his pale green eyes. With a surprise, the fog Harry imagined began to lower, and Harry could see a shimmering mirror ahead of him. At least it looked like a mirror.

Harry continued to push forward, his head beginning to ache slightly, and he could feel something pushing back. He continued to fight, and the image became clearer and clearer, until he could see it.

It was something like a silver puddle, with people moving inside of it. The puddle was surrounded by blackness, and Harry focused on the one object imaged in his mind. His eyes were still gazing into Topher's, however he was too focused on the memory to notice anything outside of it. Harry pushed forward again, and the memory enveloped him.

A young boy with auburn hair wearing a brown coat and shorts was running down a dirt path towards a one storey farm house. It was late afternoon, and the sky was overcast, making everything all shades of grey. The boy continued to run down the path towards the grey, wood paneled house at an ever increasing speed. Trees wiped by quickly, and the path entered a small field that preceded the house, when a flash of green light emitted from one of the rooms of the house.

The boy stopped immediately, standing in the center of the path, one hundred meters from the house. Footsteps could be heard against the wooden floor of the house, and the boy dove into the high grass as a person in black robes exited the house, two more in the same attire following.

`What will we do now? She did not give us the information' one of them said. Harry could tell it was a man. The voice sounded familiar. One of the others began to stride away from the house.

`It doesn't matter Avery. The Dark Lord said to either get her to tell us, or kill her. We have done it, and that is that' a woman answered. The other two slowly made their way to the woman, and all three turned back towards the house. The boy in the grass was watching the scene, his face pale and his green eyes open to their full extent, clearly showing how terrified he was.

`For the Dark Lord' the three said, one of them raising their wand, pointing it above the house.

`MORSMORDRE!' the female Death Eater bellowed. A vast green ball shot out of her wand, and erupted in the sky, forming a green skull, a serpent slithering out of its mouth. She slowly lowered he wand, and the three gazed at the skull for a moment.

`Lets go, before the husband arrives' the woman said. The three then disappeared, the cracks of their Apparating coming a moment later. The boy stayed low in the grass for a moment, then, disregarding the green skull above the house, ran for the front door, almost tripping as he vaulted the front porch. He entered, and turned left into a family room, stumbling slightly because his feet were moving too fast.

There, in the center of the room, a woman was lying dead. Her shoulder length dark brown hair partially covered her face, and her lilac and periwinkle summer dress unmarked. The boy fell to his knees, and began to cry over the still, lifeless woman, his sobs quietly filling the empty house.

All of a sudden, Harry could feel his mind blanking again, and being pushed outwards by a very strong force. The boy and the woman slowly decayed into darkness. Harry was pushed out of Topher's mind, and he almost fell backwards. Topher, luckily, grabbed his arm to prevent it. Harry pulled himself back to sitting, and Topher stood up, and motioned Harry to sit in front of his desk.

`I'm so sorry' Harry said, realizing that the boy in the memory was, of course, Professor Terrwynebas as he took his seat. Topher sat down, and gazed at the desk for a moment.

`That's the memory I chose to show you, so don't be sorry for seeing it. And don't worry' he added, seeing Harry's expression not changing, `you can ask questions.' Harry was glad he said it was OK, rather than feeling awkward having to ask.

`Who was the woman?'

`She was my mother. She worked for the Ministry, although I'm not sure where exactly. That day, I had spent at a friend's, who lived a few minutes walk from my house. I was running back home, because she was supposed to return from work early to spend some time with me. Of course, as you saw, when I arrived, she was not alone' he added darkly.

`So your mother was killed by Death Eaters?' Harry said, more than asked. Topher nodded anyways.

`Yes, and as you can hear, they wanted information from her. I've been trying my whole life to find out what the information could be, but I haven't found anything. I hope, however, that shows you one the reasons I want Voldemort to fall' he mentioned. Harry noticed his wording.

`One of the reasons?'

`There are others of course, but those can wait for another day. Now' he started, changing subjects back to their lesson, Harry realizing it was his polite manner to say he asked enough questions. `What did Legilimency feel like?'

`Well, at first, I was dizzy. My mind was all foggy, and I couldn't really think straight' Harry explained. Topher nodded as he spoke. `Then you told me to focus more, and I tried, and my mind cleared a bit, and I tried to push forward, and I saw your memory, and continued pushing.' Topher leaned forward.

`Yes, all very good Harry. When your mind is weary, it will be foggy like it was. When you use Legilimency, you have to focus right from the beginning. If you don't, you can get lost in the fog. Your pushing forwards was excellent though. I put up a bit of resistance, and you got through it nicely' Topher complimented. Just as Topher leaned back in his chair, a knock at the classroom door came.

`Come in' Topher said loudly, and Hermione entered the room quickly, the old potions book in her hand. She slowed her pace as she approached the desk.

`I'm sorry Professor- sorry, Topher, for interrupting, but can I talk to Harry, it's important' she asked sounding winded. Her hair was quite mess, and Harry could tell she must have ran all the way from the East Tower.

`Don't worry Miss Granger, Harry and I are finished for tonight. Harry, your homework is to continue with Occlumency training, and start to understand how to clear the fog, OK?' he asked like so many other times. Harry stood up, nodded, and left to room, Hermione walking briskly in front of him.

`What is it?' Harry asked anxiously, however only received a shushing motion from Hermione as they continued their quick pace through the castle. At last, they entered the East Tower, and Hermione sat at the desk, Harry standing behind her.

`Hermione, what's going on?' Harry asked, starting to worry if something was wrong. Hermione opened the potions book, and started leafing through the pages.

`I found something Harry, about Horcruxes' she said methodically, as she slowed her search, and finally pointed to the right hand side of the book, were a page of hand written instructions was listed, the top in one person's scrolled and even spaced hand writing, the bottom in another's, more angled and darker printed. The bottom, for some reason, reminded Harry of something he read before, but he couldn't exactly place it.

`What is it?' Harry asked, pulling up a chair and sitting next to Hermione. Harry only noticed now that Ron wasn't in the room, which lately, was becoming more the normal.

`A potion. Now, it doesn't actually say it's for Horcruxes, but I'm pretty sure it is' she explained. Harry furrowed his brow at her.

`Why do you think that?' he asked. She placed her finger at the top of the page, were it had the title of the so-called potion:

CASSUS ANIMUS

Harry still didn't understand. `What does it mean?'

`Well, when I saw the name, I looked it up. “Cassus” means to destroy, which in itself isn't much help, however “animus” means the soul Harry! This potion is a soul destroying potion!' she declared joyfully, looking up at Harry brightly.

Harry couldn't believe it, Dumbledore did give them a helping hand. They had a potion that could destroy a soul, or at least parts of one. Now they could make it, and finally destroy the Horcrux they found over two months ago. Harry was so cheerful, he leaned over and gave Hermione a huge hug, which she eagerly embraced and squeezed back.

`This is amazing Hermione! You found exactly what we need!' he expressed, moving back and beaming at her. She was smiling very brightly, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

`The only thing is Harry,' she said, not sounding too content, `is that this is a very difficult potion. They don't even sell some of these ingredients, and some I've never even heard of. How will we make it?' she asked, now not looking cheerful at all. Harry was hesitant to say it, but Dumbledore also provided for them there also.

`Remember Dumbledore said that I would need help with a potion from Slughorn. He must have known it would be this potion' Harry said, sounding more confident. He stood up straight, and grabbed the potions book. Hermione still was sitting as he turned around in front of the desk, heading towards the portrait hole.

`Where are you going?' she asked hastily.

`To ask Slughorn' Harry smiled back.

`Now?' she asked, sounding reluctant as she stood and came around the front of the desk.

`Well, what other time would you go. Com'on' he said, waving her to follow. She gave a sigh, and followed Harry out the portrait hole, and towards Slughorn's office. It was late, however Harry hoped he would be there, so that Hermione wouldn't berate him for dragging them all the way to find he wasn't there. They came to his office, and knocked. To the relief of Harry, muffled footsteps could be heard emanating from the other side of the door. The door opened, and the large bellied Professor Slughorn stood in the doorway, looking at the two Heads.

`Harry m'boy, what brings you down here at such a time? Oh, Miss Granger too!' he said jovially, beckoning them into his office. Harry and Hermione sat down in front of his desk, as he made his slow waddle behind, and sat down in his chair, the buttons on his waist coat again, begging to be set free.

`I need help for my project. My out of school project' Harry specified. He opened the potions book to were his thumb had marked the page with the potion, and eyed Hermione. She glanced down at the potions book, the nodded. Harry handed it slowly to Slughorn, whose sausage like fingers grabbed it, and he looked at the potion.

`hmmm' he remarked, as he read. Harry and Hermione gave each other a skeptical look, before Slughorn placed the old book on the desk.

`Well, this is a complicated potion. Must be quite the project you're working on. I must say though, I'm not surprised you're making it. I am very surprised however that you have this book. It must be filled with interesting potions, although I wonder why these two worked together. They didn't exactly get along' he explained. Harry was very confused.

`You know who wrote this book?' Hermione asked. Slughorn looked at the two of them dumbfounded.

`Well, of course I do. I could never forget the writing of my two best students. I thought that's why you had it Harry' he said, propping up the book to Harry and Hermione could see where he was pointing.

`You see, this top set of hand writing is your mother Lily's, and bottom set, is . . . ` he wavered as he saw the reaction on Harry's face. Harry was still, unable to speak, staring at the handwriting. Hermione leaned forward in her chair quickly, noticing Harry's expression, trying to get Professor Slughorn to continue.

`Who's the bottom sets professor?' she asked hurriedly. Slughorn tore his gaze from Harry and looked directly at Hermione.

`Severus Snape's.'

Spell / Name Meanings -
Just for a kicker, thought I'd mention that Topher's wand is made with Birch, because I was born in January, and that is the wood for that month in the Celtic Tree Calendar (another connection there). The fact that his core is a griffin feather is important in the future.
Cassus Animus - L. casso: to destroy or bring to naught, animus: the soul (Cassus Animus = to destroy the soul)

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Phoenicreo

Harry was in such an odd state from what Professor Slughorn said, he didn't even notice he and Hermione leaving the Professor's office until they were already on the fourth floor, passing the library.

Harry couldn't describe the sensation he felt while in Slughorn's office. It wasn't Dumbledore's potions book, it was his mother's. He held the potions book closely to himself now as they approached Evander, who as usual, was quite chipper despite the lack of enthusiasm clearly placed on the two student's faces. Moonlight from the open windows lit the corridor dimly and allowed Harry to see the painting's face.

`Hello there you two! Oh my, are you alright?' he said, realizing they where not up for a cheerful conversation.

`We're fine Evander. Broomsticks and Books' Hermione replied shortly. Earlier in the week, they decided to change the password. They came back to the tower on the Monday earlier that week to find a second year Hufflepuff already inside. He told the two of them that he was delivering a message from one of the prefects, however Harry still reamed on him, as well as the prefect. Both of them told everyone at their first meeting of the year, that prefects should not give out the East Tower password to regular students. So, they changed it, keeping in fashion with the last one and naming something each of them loves, and sticking them together. Of course, Harry loved Quidditch, and with loving Quidditch, comes loving Broomsticks. With Hermione it was much the same with Quills and Books.

Evander glanced at the two of them looking concerned, then bowed his head. The portrait swung open, and the two entered quietly. Once in the common room, Harry slumped himself in his seat in front of the fire, which was crackling quietly, still clutching the potions book close to his chest. Hermione slowly came from around the side, and knelt next to the chair, looking at Harry. Harry looked at her, and tried desperately not to let his emotions show. She gave him a warm smile, and Harry gave a weak grin in response, his eyes overpowering his will, and watering, however not allowing tears to escape.

This was his mother's potions book. She wrote in it, created potions. Harry wondered if she ever thought that one day, a potion she started working on would be the one that Harry would use against Voldemort. The leather notebook was worn, but Harry just couldn't get over the fact that it was actually his mother's.

He could picture his mother, at Godric's Hollow, sitting at the desk in the sitting room, parchment and scrolls strune about. A single candle sat on the desk, casting a subtle light, and a fire burned peacefully in the hearth. She would be sitting proper in the chair, writing in the notebook he now held so close.

Since the visit to Godric's Hollow, Harry came to treasure the items that once belonged to his parents. He still wore his mother's locket around his neck all the time, it currently lying under his Hogwarts uniform. His father's cloak sat in his trunk, always ready for the next adventure, for it was an invaluable item that helped Harry countless times. Now, he held this book, his mother's potions notebook. He was learning so much about them in such a short time, and seeing these possessions and the Hollow allowed him to feel closer to them than any other time he could remember.

`It's OK Harry' Hermione whispered gently to him, reaching out and placing her hand on Harry's arm. Her hand was small, and Harry gazed at it for a moment, then looked at Hermione, who gave him a soft smile and a gentle squeeze on his arm.

Harry looked at her, and found her expression was full of warmth and understanding. Harry knew Hermione was there for him, even now when he tried desperately to hide his feelings and remain strong. He knew she was telling him it was OK to let his emotions show. He lowered his glance, and found his eyes drawn again to the notebook, and Hermione's hand which was still placed on his forearm.

It was all too much. He kept everything inside of him since Dumbledore's funeral. Of course, he did have a tough time when he returned to Privet Drive, but he was by himself then, no one saw him. He felt almost obligated to never show fear or weakness now, especially in front of Ron or Hermione. But this night, so much occurred, and it seemed that his mind was just too overwhelmed at keeping it all under control. As he continued to gaze at the book and Hermione's hand, Harry could not stop a tear from trickling down his cheek, slowly carving a path down his face.

From one tear, many started flowing. He closed his eyes, and began to sob quietly, his free hand rising to his forehead, trying to hide his tears from Hermione. A part of him was screaming to not be there in the room. He could feel the wantingness to get up and run as fast as possible, far away from Hermione and the common room. To be by himself with his pain, and just be alone so no one could know what he was feeling, or how he was acting. Harry however stayed routed in his seat. He had run away like that all his life, and for once wanted someone to be there to comfort him. Staring at Hermione's hand made him realize that she was that someone, a person that could see Harry at his weakest and help him. Hermione stared for a moment while he cried, then acted.

In one gradual but fluid motion, she reached over, and embraced Harry in comforting hug. Harry let go of his barriers, his fears, and allowed the pain and worries to make its way out. He slowly let go of his mother's notebook, which fell steadily onto his lap, and his forehead, and moved his arms around Hermione's small form, placing the side of his face into her inviting shoulder. Hermione moved slightly, and sat down on the arm of the couch, still holding onto Harry.

Harry cried quietly, his breaths taken in light gasps, his water logged eyes staring into the tiny flame incased in the fireplace. So much had built up in Harry's head, and now that he started crying, everything started pouring out, much like a river breaking free of a dam. The loss of Dumbledore, the feeling of emptiness, and the worry of what was to come; all sped through Harry's mind, along with many other things, as his tears streamed down his cheeks and dampened Hermione's robes.

Hermione said nothing, and simply held Harry there, allowing him to vent and being the literal shoulder to cry on. As his tears began to slow, Harry let out a sniffle, gave Hermione a featherlike squeeze, and closed his eyes, mentally thanking her for being there and not judging him on his actions.

Harry let go, as did Hermione, and he leaned back in the chair, wiping his cheeks clean. Hermione continued to sit on the arm of the chair for a moment, to allow Harry to recover himself.

Harry felt slightly ashamed with himself now, allowing his emotional barriers down like that in front of Hermione. He looked up at her and was surprised to see her beaming at him.

`Thank you Harry' she said amiably.

`For what?' Harry asked shakily, wondering why she would thank him after that. She placed her left hand on Harry's shoulder, and tilted her head downwards at him, looking at him thoughtfully.

`For opening up. It's not good for you to be bottling up everything like that. And don't say you haven't been, because I know you have' she explained. Harry smiled back at her for a moment, then glanced at his hands which he clasped on his lap.

`Thanks for understanding' Harry said quietly, looking up for a moment to see her smile again. He still didn't feel entirely glad about what he did, but he took solace in the fact that Hermione was probably right, and that she didn't ask any questions.

Hermione gave Harry's shoulder a squeeze, and stood, moving over and sitting down in the other chair. She still faced Harry, as he moved his eyes back towards the notebook. He opened the cover, and began to read through it.

The pages, as Harry flipped through slowly, were full of writing and his mother's work, at varying angles and sometimes including small diagrams. Potions that Harry couldn't even pronounce, let alone understand their uses sat within the confines of this little book. In some places, little descriptions would be scrolled, such as “for shrinking” or “invisibility”. Hermione continued to look over Harry closely, as he flipped through the pages. At last, he came to the potion Hermione found earlier that night.

The top section was written by his mother. It ended just under halfway through the ingredients and directions, then someone else's dark printed writing began. Harry now remembered where he saw the writing before, in his Advance Potion-Making from the year before, which use to be Snape's.

`How long will it take to make this?' Harry asked, not looking up from the writing. His voice was raspy, as it was still recovering from the crying that ceased only a few minutes before.

`Seven weeks' Hermione replied. Harry tore his eyes from the book, and looked at her.

`Seven weeks?'

`Well, the potion says one week for the combined number of pieces a soul is in. Since you said you think it's in seven pieces, then seven weeks' said Hermione.

`Can you make it?'

`With Professor Slughorn's help, I can imagine so, yes' she reassured. Harry glanced at the notebook again, closed it, stood, and walked over to Hermione, giving it back.

`How soon can you start?' Harry asked. Hermione accepted the book, and placed it on her lap gently.

`Tomorrow.'

`Alright, if you can do that, I'll see if I can find out more about that book' Harry said, starting off towards his room. Hermione turned around in her chair, and gave quizzical look at Harry's back.

`How will you do that?' she asked. Harry stopped at the foot of the stairs, and looked at Hermione.

`Somehow I have a feeling the Pensieve will explain a few things' he answered determinately. Hermione nodded, and turned around in the chair. Harry started up the stairs, but stopped short, and came back down slowly.

`By the way' he said, Hermione turning back around to see him, `thanks again.'

`Anytime Harry' she replied, smiling again at him. Harry returned the smile, turned, and headed up the staircase and into bed.

The next day, Harry woke feeling tired. The previous night's events circled his mind all night. He experienced one of those nights where all he wanted was to fall asleep, however the more he tried, it never came. He laid in his room for a while in the morning, just staring at the ceiling of his four poster bed, the room pale and grey in appearance due to the overcast sky visible through the side of the window.

Harry closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly, allowing his chest to fall and stay empty for a few moments. He wanted to relax, however it was far from possible. The previous night's venting helped a bit, he could feel it, but it was more of the unknown of the future that troubled Harry than the past.

He opened his eyes again, drew a deep breath, and started his day. After showering and getting dressed, taking his time doing both, he came down to the common room to find Hermione looking over the potions book at the desk.

Harry paused at the bottom of his stairwell, and observed the scene. Hermione didn't notice Harry was there, and she continued to look over the notebook, her head inclined downwards showing the part in her hair. Harry was reminded of his mental picture of his mother at the Hollow writing. A smile crossed his face, and he took the last step, purposely allowing his foot to make a sound. She looked up at him, and a smiled grew on her face as well.

`Good morning Harry' she said brightly.

`Morning' he answered. She closed the book, and joined Harry towards the Great Hall. They both entered to find the house tables slightly less than half full. Sundays normally saw students entering leisurely, people taking advantage of the extra sleep available. Harry and Hermione both made their way to the Gryffindor table, and found Ron there talking to both Ginny and Luna, who was visiting from the Ravenclaw table.

`Morning guys' Harry said, dropping himself next to Luna. Hermione sat herself down next to Harry, placing the potions book carefully on her lap.

`Find anything yet?' Ron asked, taking a glance at the book on her lap. Hermione tucked herself closer to the table so the book was not visible.

`Later' Hermione replied, starting to get some toast. Ron stared at her for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders, and looked to Harry.

`I was thinking of going to see Hagrid today, do you want to come with?' he asked. Harry was struck with surprise. He hadn't gone to see Hagrid since being back at Hogwarts. He still planned on going into the Pensieve, however it made sense that he could do that, then visit Hagrid. Harry just hoped Hagrid would not be upset with the lack of visiting.

`Oh my, we haven't seen him since the start of term. I hope he's doing alright' Hermione said worriedly, as she spread jam on her toast.

`Definitely, we'll go see him this afternoon. I have to do some homework this morning, but we'll make the time to see him' Harry stated. They finished their breakfast quickly, Ginny and Luna talking about something called Tymshire Tizzles as they ate, and started their way back up to the East Tower before telling Ron about the potions book and the soul destroying potion.

'Honestly, when is that girl going to come back down to Earth?' Hermione expressed as her, Harry, and Ron walked up the stairs towards the East Tower.

'With Luna, I think you need to question if she was ever on Earth to begin with' Harry responded with a chuckle. The three friends passed the library, and entered the East Tower.

`Your mother made this?' Ron asked, looking stunned at the text while sitting in the East Tower common room. Harry nodded, and Ron glanced back at the book.

`Wow. I mean, I wonder why Dumbledore had it, but it's great that we have it now. When are we getting started on it?' he asked.

`Today. You and Hermione have to go and ask Professor Slughorn for help, since some of the ingredients are impossible to get' Harry said. Ron looked up from the book.

`Where are you going?'

`Into the Pensieve' said Harry. Ron knew Harry had been worried about going in it. He stood up from the table, the book in his hand, gave Harry a pat on the back, grinning.

`Well, we'll get going then. Good luck mate' he said. Harry smiled back, and the couple exited through the portrait hole, leaving Harry alone in the sunlit room. Harry exhaled, and walked up the stairs to his room silently, coming back with the shimmering basin. He placed the rune-marked bowl on the table, and looked into it.

He saw himself in the reflection, and wondered which memory would be shown to him first. Had Dumbledore made a sort of play list that would show him certain memories in order? Harry figured to test it first, and placed the tip of his wand on the edge of the silver surface.

At once, and image formed in the centre of the bowl. Harry could make out Dumbledore, talking to a woman in the Headmaster's office. Harry took a deep breath, and plunged his face into the image.

Harry was falling only for a moment, then his feet hit the stone floor of the Headmaster's office. It was just as it was the year before, with the portraits hung about the room, the portrait of Dumbledore not on the wall, since the silver bearded man sat in the high-winged chair behind the desk. The sight of Dumbledore made Harry feel uneasy, his lack of presence in the current time becoming painfully obvious to him again. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was ready to visit these memories, and see Dumbledore again, even if it was a non-existant version of him. He still missed the old man terribly, but he had to remember, he was gone.

Harry opened his eyes, and moved around to see the face of the maroon haired woman to whom Professor Dumbledore was talking to. As her face came into view, Harry's heart skipped a beat as he noticed her eyes. They were the same he saw in the mirror every day.

`Thank you for seeing me Albus' Lily said kindly. Dumbledore lowered his head in a slow nod, and looked back at Harry's mother. Harry looked at her, and saw the locket that now hung around his neck. He grasped the same one that was around his neck, and found himself smiling lightly at his mother. It looked beautiful on her.

`It was not a problem. How is young Harry doing?' he asked. Harry understood now this must have taken place after he was born, but before his parents were murdered.

`Harry is doing great. Of course, James has more experience catching a snitch than changing a diaper, but I'm sure he'll get a hang of it' she chuckled. Dumbledore smiled, and leaned forward, placing his arms on the desk, the silver objects still littered across its top. Harry smiled at his mother's comment as well.

`Always a Marauder. Now, what is it you wish to discuss?' Dumbledore asked. Lily moved in her chair, and sat right on the edge.

`It's about my potion' she said quietly.

`What about it?' the Headmaster asked.

`I'm stuck on one part. I've added the Ridgeback tooth, the third fang-molar for potency, but I need more background in the dark arts for the next section of the potion' she explained. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, and placed the tips of his fingers to his chin, his blue eyes squinting in thought.

`I believe I know someone who could help' he said after a few moments. The memory swirled around Harry for a moment. He started becoming dizzy, but luckily the room slowed down. As the memory finally stood still, he found himself still in the Headmaster's office, however now a third person was in the room, standing close to the side of the Headmaster's desk.

It was Snape. He looked very much as he did in the future, with the exception of fewer lines on his face, and his skin tone, which was not as pale. His back robe and greasy black hair had not changed, and his dark eyes still made Harry clench his teeth in anger.

`Lily, you remember Severus?' Dumbledore asked. Lily looked at Snape with a look of mingled disgust, however nodded after a few moments. Snape in the mean time, glared at Lily, his face emotionless.

`Yes, however I still do not trust him Albus' she stated openly, her right hand moving slowly to the pocket on her dark brown cloak. Snape's eyes locked on her hand, however, he looked away quickly.

`I know you don't, however he can help us in this situation. Severus, I need you to work on this potion' Dumbledore said, motioning to the potions book which sat on the desk before him. Snape snatched the book up rudely, and glanced at the half written page.

`What is the purpose of this potion?' he asked, his eyes moving away from the page to Dumbledore.

`It is a soul destroying potion' Dumbledore answered, making it sound like he was being asked what flavour tea he wanted. Snape's eyes grew wide for a moment on Dumbledore, then back to the potion.

`Well, I must point out' Snape said, giving Lily a sinister grin, `that there are already some mistakes here. However' he continued, now looking back at Dumbledore not reacting to Lily's astonished look at the comment, `I will look into it.' Dumbledore raised from his seat slowly, as Lily did quickly, her hand still in her pocket.

`Thank you Severus. If you could please start right away with that' Dumbledore said. Severus bowed his head slightly, then left the room, again not acknowledging Lily. Once he was out of the room, and the door closed, Lily turned back to Dumbledore.

`Albus, you must know someone else who could help, anyone but him?' she said, allowing her dislike for Snape to enter her tone.

`He is best suited for it. Besides, he knows something that will help us. Do not worry Lily' he said, coming around the desk and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, her expression however not changing, `the book will be returned, and it will be you who will brew the potion. I will get back to you when he is finished. In the mean time, stay hidden, and keep an eye out for anything.'

`Alright, just keep an eye on him Albus. I know you trust him, however I do not, and that is my potions book. Oh, before I forget, here, in case you need to contact us' she said, giving Dumbledore a piece of paper. Dumbledore opened it up, and Harry looked at the rough edged, small writing.

James, Lily, and Harry Potter are located at Godric's Hollow

`I'm going down to Hagrid's Hut to give it to him too, since he's expected for tea tonight' she said.

`I see . . . well, keep safe' Dumbledore said. Lily smiled, and went to the door. `And Lily' Dumbledore added, Lily turning back, `Happy Halloween.' Lily smiled, turned, and exited the room. The room shimmered again, and once it stopped, Harry found Dumbledore sitting in his chair behind his desk, writing on parchment quietly.

Harry was wondering what would happen, when the flame in the fireplace erupted all of a sudden. It seemed to Harry that Dumbledore was not expecting someone to Floo in at such a time. Harry was even more surprised by the face that appeared in the fireplace. It was Hagrid, although he looked terrible, with soot and ash covering his face.

`Hagrid, what is it?' Dumbledore asked hurriedly, getting up from the chair and crouching down next to the hearth. Hagrid gave a cough, and turned around for a moment before responding.

`Potters . . . attacked . . . . Lily and James `er . . .'er . . .` he panted, unable to utter the word. He was winded, as if he just finished a marathon. Dumbledore moved closer to the fire.

`Harry, is Harry alive?' Dumbledore asked, sounding almost demanding. Hagrid nodded, and Dumbledore lowered his glance for a moment, and looked slightly relieved at the news.

`Hagrid, take Harry and bring him back to Hogwarts. Keep him safe, make sure Poppy gets a look at him. This is very important Hagrid' he pressed. Hagrid nodded, and left the flame. Dumbledore in the mean time, stood, and started off at a very fast pace to the doorway. Harry hurried along behind him, as he passed through the corridors of the school.

Harry could tell that he was headed towards Professor McGonagall's office. He came to the door, and knocked. Hurried steps could be heard, and the door opened to show Professor McGonagall. She looked quite tired, and was in a sleeping-cloak and her hair was down, which made her look even sleepier.

`Albus, what is the matter?' she asked, sounding and looking worried. Dumbledore did not wait for an invitation, and entered her office, McGonagall quickly locking the door behind her. Harry walked in quickly enough to be in the room.

`I have just heard word from Hagrid, Godic's Hollow has been attacked' he stated. McGonagall placed her hands to her mouth, and walked quickly towards Dumbledore.

`By who? And what of the Potters?' she asked quietly. Dumbledore paced to the window, and looked out towards the grounds, as Professor McGonagall looked on, still looking terrified by the news.

`By Lord Voldemort, of that I am certain. Young Harry, Hagrid tells me, is alive, however James and Lily may be dead. I am worried that Lord Voldemort may still attack. I must travel to Godric's Hollow right away to understand the situation fully' Dumbledore said, turning around and facing McGonagall.

`What can I do Albus?' she quaked. Dumbledore started his way out, and turned at the door.

`You must protect Hogwarts for the time. Hagrid is bringing Harry here for Poppy to see him, and keep him safe' he answered. McGonagall nodded lightly, and Dumbledore exited the room, Harry quick to follow.

Dumbledore passed through the Entrance Chamber, and into the grounds. The night was cool, and overcast, the grass wet with moisture. He reached the gates of the school, and walked out of the wards. Harry was surrounded by mist for a second, before he found himself in front of a burning building, Dumbledore next to him.

It was Godric's Hollow, and it was on fire, every room set ablaze, looking like the house would soon fall into itself. Harry looked up, and saw the menacing Dark Mark floating above the house. Dumbledore looked around, as did Harry, and found that Hagrid must have already left with Harry.

`Phoenicreo!' Dumbledore yelled. A red bolt of flame flew from his wand, and erupted in the middle of the mark. The Dark Mark vanished in a huge mound of fire, which swarmed to form a huge fiery phoenix, its head inclined upwards and wings spread apart, giving it a look of power and might. The sight made the hairs on Harry's neck stand up, and gave him goosebumps.

At once, four people Apparated nearby, their wands pointed in different directions. After they all turned and saw the house, one of the people approached Dumbledore, looking very distressed.

`No . . . NO! Dumbledore, what happened?' the man asked, running to Dumbledore. Harry recongnized the voice, and moved around to see the man was Remus Lupin. He was quite younger, not nearly as many grey hairs as he had now, and his face was not as weathered. At the moment however, he looked horrified at the scene in front of him.

`Voldemort has attacked Godric's Hollow' Dumbledore answered, the evidence for it clearly visible in front of him. Lupin ran a short distance towards the burning house, the phoenix still lording over the flames that leaped off the house. He stopped short, and looked back at Dumbledore, walking quickly.

`Are James and Lily . . . ` he asked, unable to finish.

`They are dead. Harry is alive though. Hagrid saved him, and is keeping him safe' he said. The other three Order members walked forwards, one wearing a violet top hat, who Harry remembered was Dedalus Diggle, a stately looking woman Harry noticed as Emmeline Vance, who was now dead in the future, and Sturgis Podmore. They moved towards the house, and quickly extinguished the flames that were engulfing the house. Once all the flames were doused, Dumbledore moved to the front door, and stopped the others from entering.

`I need you to keep an eye for trouble, and obliviate any muggle's memories when they come near' he ordered. The four looked inside the house for a moment, but nodded none the less. Lupin looked like he was going to faint, and be sick at the same. Dumbledore tried to give him confidence.

`It will be alright Remus. They are gone, but their son lives. There will be time to morn their loss, but it is not now' he said. Remus wiped his watery eyes, gave a sniff, and solemnly nodded his head. Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, turned, and entered the house.

The walls, floor, and furniture were black from the fire. As Dumbledore step inwards in the dark house, Harry's eyes were drawn to a figure at the bottom of the stairs, lying motionless.

It was James, lying face down on the floor. The back of his dark red shirt was covered in ash and soot. Dumbledore slowly made his way to him, and knelt down, waving his wand over the body. James' body levitated off the ground, and turned over slowly to reveal his front. Harry's eyes welled up at the site.

He remembered seeing his father in the Mirror of Erised, looking so proud and lively. His face now looked lifeless and still, his blue eyes empty of any life and his skin pale. Dumbledore exhaled slowly, closed James' eyes forever, and placed James' wand on his chest. He flicked his wand, and Harry's father's body glowed gold for a moment, and the body vanished.

Dumbledore moved up the stairs, his wand still drawn, and moved towards Harry's bedroom, taking careful steps not to fall down a hole in the floor. A scared and disheveled rat scurried out of the hallway and down the steps at great speed as Dumbledore made his way towads Harry's room.

When he entered Harry's bedroom, Harry felt his heart fail as his eyes found Lily's body lying in front of the crib. The crib itself was partially destroyed, and a large blast mark plastered the wall behind it. Dumbledore made his way slowly to Lily, and crouched down and moved some hair out of her face, showing her green eyes now pale in comparison to the earlier memory. Harry was now crying, the sight of his mother like this tearing at his heart. Dumbledore gave what Harry could only call a sniff, and solemnly performed the same magic on Lily, vanishing her body in the same fashion. Once her body was gone, Harry stared at the space it just vacated, then wiped his eyes, as Dumbledore stood, and moved towards the crib.

Dumbledore then moved around the room, and stopped suddenly, his blue eyes stuck squarely on a section of the floor. There, on the floor not far from where Lily's body was, a white coloured wand lay on the floor.

Dumbledore very cautiously moved forwards, and performed numerous spells on the wand. Nothing happened, and he very carefully picked it up.

It was Voldemort's wand. Harry recognized it from the times he met Voldemort before. Dumbledore looked around the room, then back at the wand. He stared at it for a while, and Harry got the distinct impression that he was worried about something the wand might tell him. Slowly, Dumbledore pointed his wand at Voldemort's, and closed his eyes.

`Prior Incantato' he said quietly.

Voldemort's wand spewed a green light, which swarmed around in front of it. Dumbledore's eyes grew wide, as the green reflected in them. The green light swirled around in a circle for a moment, then made the distinct shape of a lightning bolt, just like the one on Harry's head.

Dumbledore grasped his own forehead for a moment, dropping Voldemort's wand in the process. His eyes squinted for a moment, before growing even larger again.

`No, he couldn't have' he whispered to himself, his expression blank. It made Harry feel uneasy to see him react in such a manner.

Harry heard a noise coming from outside, and when he turned back, he found Dumbledore already making his way out of the room, Voldemort's wand still lying on the floor. Harry moved quickly, and caught up to him just as he exited the house. A few muggles were walking down the road towards the house, still in their house coats.

`We'll take care of them Albus' Podmore reassured. Dumbledore nodded, and walked back into the house slowly, Lupin walking up the steps to follow.

`I have already vanished their bodies to where they will be buried. There is something however, that I wish for you to see' Dumbledore motioned Remus upstairs and he followed. Once they were in Harry's room, Dumbledore picked up Voldemort's wand, and showed it to Lupin.

`Is that?' Lupin asked, daring not to touch it. Dumbledore nodded.

`This, is the wand of Lord Voldemort. He has been destroyed' Dumbledore said. Lupin stared at the wand for a moment, then at Dumbledore, looking totally awestruck.

`Destroyed? How?' Lupin asked. Dumbledore paced the room, and stopped, just in front of the window.

`I believe' he started, himself still looking at the alien wand he held, `he killed James and Lily, and tried to murder Harry. Lily appears to have died trying to save Harry. That would have protected Harry with a very old magic . . . ` he trailed off, still pacing. Lupin took a step forward, his face showing his confusion at the situation.

`Old magic?' he asked. Dumbledore turned and nodded his head.

`Yes, an ancient kind of magic. The protection of love is a powerful thing. When he tried to murder Harry, the protection must have been enough to backfire the spell' he speculated. Lupin shook his head, and turned away.

`So Voldemort is dead?' Lupin asked, sounding disbelieving. Dumbledore stopped pacing, and approached the man.

`You know this is Voldemort's wand. It would only be here if he was gone. . .' Dumbledore trailed off again. Lupin in the mean time turned in the doorway.

`So what now?' Lupin asked, sounding exhausted. Dumbledore pocketed Yew wand, and placed a hand on Lupin's shoulder.

`We will tell the world what has happened, and we shall make sure Harry will be safe' he said solemnly. Lupin wiped a tear again from his eye, and started down the stairwell, Dumbledore following suite.

Harry suddenly started flying upwards in darkness, until his feet hit the carpeted floor of the common room. He staggered back a few steps, before regaining his balance. He looked out the window, and had to adjust his eyes to the sun beaming in through the windows.

Harry quietly walked over, and sat on one of the chairs. He had been in the Pensieve for a while, and had experienced a number of memories. All of them were from the night his parents died. He couldn't believe that his mother gave the book to Dumbledore the night she died. He wondered what this information Snape had that Dumbledore mentioned. Harry also had a wantingness to thank Hagrid for what he did the night his parents died.

The time in the Pensieve that troubled him the most, aside from seeing his parents as they lay dead in their own house, was the last spell cast by Voldemort's wand. Harry expected to see the green light like remembered, however the green forming his lightning bolt was unexpected. That, with the last words Voldemort said that still echoed in Harry's head, made him feel very disturbed. There was more to know about his scar than he believed. He looked at his watch, and noticed how long he actually spent in the Pensieve. It was past two in the afternoon.

Harry quickly snatched up his coat, and bolted out the door, and down the stairwell, making his way to Hagrid's Hut as fast as possible. He wondered why Hermione and Ron had not come to get him, however he wondered then, how can you tell someone is in a Pensieve? He didn't bother trying to understand it, and instead straightened his coat, and knocked on Hagrid's door. Harry heard some rather heavy steps, followed by the large door creaking open to show the bearded resident.

`Harry, was beginin' to wonder if yeh forgot me' he boomed, motioning Harry in. Harry entered, and his brow furrowed as he looked around and found the hut, aside from himself, Hagrid, and Fang, empty. Harry turned as Hagrid closed the door.

`Have Hermione and Ron come?' Harry asked. Hagrid looked at Harry funnily for a moment, then moved over to the stove, and put a pot of water on for tea.

`No, they haven't bin here yet. I understand and all, you bein' Head Boy. Yer parents woulda bin proud of yeh' he expressed warmly. Harry stopped wondering about Hermione and Ron, and instead smiled at Hagrid's comments.

`Thanks Hagrid. You got your hut rebuilt, looks great' he commented. Harry went ahead and asked how things were going for Hagrid, and found out his classes were small this year, but the lessons themselves he was getting used to. They sat and talked for a while about how things where going, both with the Order, and everything else. Harry then mentioned his excursion to the Pensieve, just as Hagrid was pouring the tea.

`I saw Dumbledore's memories of the night my parents died' Harry said. Hagrid slipped slightly with the tea set, however managed to regain his balance. He came, and sat back down across from Harry.

`I see. How are yeh doin' with that?' he asked quietly, sounding concerned. Harry looked at the massive man, and remembered seeing him in the memory, protecting him when he was a baby. Harry smiled.

`Thank you Hagrid for what you did, protecting me like that' he professed to Hagrid. Hagrid smiled, and Harry could see his eyes watering slightly.

`Well, I could relate to yeh. You were an orphan, yer parents dead like that. I had to make sure yeh survived ' he voiced, a sniffle escaping. He gave his eyes a wipe, and gave another sniffle.

`What happened?' Harry asked. Hagrid had a sip of tea, then pat Fang.

'Well, I got to yer parents house, an' it was on fire and such. I went in, found yer mum and dad . . . dead' he said, as he gave a sniffle, and Harry noticed his eyes beginning to water at the memories.

'Went to yer crib, an' found yeh there, cryin', but alive. I Flooed Dumbledore, great man Dumbledore, and he told me to bring yeh back here. Came outta the house, and Sirius was there, with his motorbike' he said, Harry's heart panging at the mention of his godfather. 'Told 'em what happened, and he said I could take his bike, sayin' "he had ter find someone". Didn' know at the time what he meant' Hagrid said, staring off for a moment.

'What happened when you got back to Hogwarts?' Harry asked. Hagrid looked back, and continued.

'I gotcha back here, an' Poppy hand a look at yer. Other than yer scar, yeh was alright. After I put yeh down here and yeh fell asleep, Dumbledore sent me an owl tellin' me ter bring yeh to yer Aunt's house that night. Kept yeh safe here, then brought yeh to Privet Drive, and we left yeh there. I didn' want teh, but Dumbledore said we had teh' he explained. They talked a little more of things, and soon enough, Harry was finished his tea, and stood, Hagrid doing the same.

`Well, it's about supper time, I should go. Thanks again Hagrid' Harry said, while exited the hut a few moments later. Harry walked to the Entrance Chamber, only to find Hermione standing next to the door of the Great Hall, looking up the stairwell.

`Hermione, where were you? I thought we were going to Hagrid's? And where's Ron?' Harry asked as he approached her. She closed the gap half way, and they stood in the middle of the Entrance Chamber, a few students passing by.

`Ronald is already inside eating. We went ahead and started the potion. Ron wasn't paying enough attention and almost ruined it, but I was able to fix the problem. The potion has already started brewing, and is sitting in my room for the time being. It took longer than I initially thought it would, and by time I was done mixing it, and stirring it the required three hundred and six times, it was already supper time. Ron came down around the two hundredth stir because he was hungry' she explained, not sounding that entirely pleased.

`So why are you waiting out here?' Harry questioned.

`Waiting to see where you were. I went to the tower, but you weren't there, so I assumed you went to Hagrid's' she said, walking slowly towards one of the stairwells. Harry walked along with her, but stopped as she stepped on the first stair.

`Hermione, I'm kind of hungry, I was going to-“

`Could we eat in the tower? I wanted to ask you about something, if you don't mind' she inquired. Harry could tell something was troubling her, and nodded, starting up the stairwell as well. Harry talked about his time with Hagrid, and they entered the East Tower common room together.

`Dobby? Winky?' Hermione said quietly. Immediately, two cracks resonated in the room, and their creators appeared in front of the two heads, bowing deeply, their noses almost touching the carpet.

`Oh, Harry Potter sir! Such an honour to see you alive and well! Miss Granger too! Dobby and Winky have prepared supper for Hogwart's most excellent Heads!' Dobby expounded happily. He gave a snap of his fingers, and the study table moved into the center of the common room, and was draped with a white table cloth, one chair sitting on each side. Harry and Hermione thanked Dobby and Winky, and took a seat.

`You're looking much better now Winky' Hermione commented. The house-elf, who was actually looking better than the last time Harry saw her, bowed to the comment. She had finally stopped crying, and seemed to have lost the habit with the butterbeer. She now wore a light blue dress, which Harry pictured more on a doll than a house-elf.

`Misses is too kind. I is sorry for my actions before. I was a bad house elf. Now I is all better, thanks to Dobby' she motioned, Dobby giving her a smile. Hermione and Harry looked at each other and laughed at the notion of “elf love”, but where happy they were doing well. Dobby snapped his fingers again, and food appeared on the table. Harry and Hermione thanked Dobby and Winky, and the two house elves left.

'What happened to S.P.E.W.? I thought you didn't like having house elves do work like this?' Harry said, putting in a little bit of sarcasm into his voice.

'Dobby and Winky are alright because they're free. Dobby's even getting paid for being here, so there's no worries' she justified. Harry inwardly laughed, knowing how she was working around her own principles, just barely.

`So what did you want to talk about?' Harry asked as he started his supper.

`How you are doing' she replied. Harry stopped, and put down his cutlery. He was worried that since he opened up the night before, that Hermione would always think something was bothering him.

`I'm fine Hermione, really, I am' he reassured. Hermione shook her head.

`No, I mean, are you alright with the Pensieve? Did you go into it?' she asked hesitantly. Harry went ahead and told her the memories he experienced, and she seemed to wonder the same things Harry did, aside from the part about Voldemort's last spell. Harry neglected to tell her about the green light forming a lightning bolt.

`I wonder how Pettigrew got his wand then? And how the house was rebuilt to how it was?' she pondered.

`Yes, well, maybe the Pensieve will tell me more next time I go in, or maybe I can just ask Dumbledore's portrait' Harry commented, as he continued his supper. They continued quietly, until Hermione put her fork down, and gave a sigh.

`Is there something bothering you?' Harry asked. He felt, especially after the last night's events, that he should try to be there for Hermione now if she has a problem.

`Just Ron. I've tried to be patient with him, and I've tried numerous times to insinuate that I want him to act more mature, but I'm finding more and more that we are just too different' she said quietly. Harry felt like changing subjects. He was never one to like talking about relationships, and the prospect of discussing Ron and Hermione's didn't exactly fill him with joy. Still, he was both their friends, and if they needed help, he should try.

`Sometimes opposites attract' Harry mentioned. She laughed lightly at the comment, however dropped back into her sad state again quickly.

`An opposite is not what I want I think. I don't know . . . I'll keep trying for the next little while, but I'm not sure. Sometimes I wonder if I even want to stay together with him' she said, exposing Harry to her inner thoughts. She snapped out of her stare, and looked at Harry.

`Please don't tell Ron I said this Harry. It's not that I don't like him, it's just . . .'

`Complicated?' Harry offered, Hermione nodding, still looking at Harry for a reply to her request. `Don't worry, I won't tell Ron. I hope things work out though, which ever way they should' Harry added.

He had to admit, the idea of Hermione and Ron breaking up made him worried more about the trio's friendship than Ron's feelings. Plus there was a small part of him, the same part that couldn't get enough of that flowery scent, that was jumping up and down screaming with joy at the possibility of Ron and Hermione breaking up. Harry mentally beat that part of his brain into submission however, running through his reasons why he shouldn't feel that way. Hermione seemed to notice Harry's inner conflict.

`Are you alright Harry?' she asked. Harry came back to reality, and nodded vigorously, probably too much. Hermione still watched him worriedly as they finished their meal in light conversation.

Once they finished, Dobby and Winky reappeared, and vanished everything, bidding the two Heads goodnight. Hermione went ahead and read Dumbledore's notebook, while Harry sat at the desk and wrote down the things he saw in the memories. He made a note to put down the spell “Phoenicreo”, and writing about the spell Voldemort's wand performed last. He closed his notebook and placed the usual wards on it, and locking it with his password. He stretched back, and glanced at his watch, noticing the time was past 11pm.

`I wonder where Ron is?' Harry asked the Room. Hermione stirred in her seat, and looked over.

`I don't know. We'll see him tomorrow anyways in class. Are you finished, there was a spell I wanted to show you here' she mentioned. Harry got up, and walked over to her seat, and leaned down to look at the notebook.

`It's a spell can dissolves the Dark Mark. Its incantation is-`

`Phoenicreo' Harry finished. She looked up at him stunned.

`Yes, how did you know?'

`Dumbledore used it over the Hollow to disappear the Mark the night my parents died' Harry explained. She simply nodded, and went back to the book.

`Yes, well, it also calls allies of you to your position. Sort of like the Dark Mark, but more voluntary' she explained. She looked back up at Harry, and smiled at him. Harry smiled back, and found himself actually staring at her, becoming slightly lost in her eyes. They looked at each other for a few moments, before Harry's mind came back to him.

`I should get to bed' he announced quickly, tearing his gaze away, Hermione doing the same.

`Yes, you're right, so should I. Goodnight Harry' she said quickly, as she took the notebook, and walked up her set of stairs. Harry grabbed his book, and found the part of him applauding the notion of Hermione and Ron breaking up doing it a little louder now.

*

On Halloween, Harry woke to a sunny autumn day. Harry always enjoyed the Halloween feast, with the thousands of jack-o-lanterns in the Great Hall, and the atmosphere of the whole day. He woke up, and started his day, walking down to the common room to find it empty. Harry assumed Hermione already made her way to breakfast, and exited alone.

It didn't take long for Harry to find Hermione however. She was in one of the hallways, having yet another heated discussion with Ron. Harry took notice at the number and volume of these discussions had increased in the last while.

`No Ron, I just want to have breakfast, and get to class. We have a test, and we can't waste anytime' she said, sounding thoroughly upset.

`Alright, fine' Ron answered unhappily. Harry came around the corner, and found the two at least three feet apart from each other.

`Hi guys' Harry said awkwardly. Hermione and Ron said hello quietly, and the three walked to the Great Hall for breakfast.

The day's lessons went fairly well. The test they had was in Transfiguration, and Harry thought he did alright. They had to show they could change a Niffler into a stuffed doll. Extra points were given for the doll's posture, and if the doll wasn't a Niffler itself, or Niffler looking. Harry made his Niffler, who continually made grabs for his neck because of his mother's locket, into a decent doll, though its dress was entirely black. Professor Fourmove was pleased none the less.

When Harry exited, he found Hermione and Ron having yet another row. Harry never saw them have two in one day, and he could tell this one was more heated than the last.

`It doesn't matter Ron! This is our last year, and every test counts!' Hermione argued. Ron sighed and rolled his eyes.

`You worry too much about tests, really. You know you got perfect on it anyways' he said. Harry could tell she was about to start another angry reply, so he stepped in before she could start.

`Let's go to lunch, alright?' he put in, to break their fight. Hermione lowered he stance, and walked off towards the Great Hall by herself. Ron and Harry walked together farther behind.

`She honestly worries too much. I mean, she knows she got perfect' Ron commented. The two of them made their way to lunch, to find Hermione sitting next to Ginny, making sure not to leave space for Ron to sit on the same side of the table. As soon as Harry and Ron sat down, Hermione quickly grabbed up some food, and scuttled away out the door. Ron just shrugged his shoulders, and started eating.

`Aren't you going to talk to her?' Ginny asked Ron. Harry agreed with Ginny, however Ron shook his head.

`She'll be fine. Just needs to blow off some steam' he said, as he started at his Sheppard's pie. Harry knew it was more than just steam to be vented, however decided to let Ron do what he wished. This was what Hermione wanted to know about, whether Ron would be more grown up or not in his actions.

Harry didn't see Hermione for the rest of the afternoon. He had different lessons than her, and during his free period, he didn't find her in the common room, or the library. He settled to practicing his Occlumency and Legilimency training, and figured he would see her during supper time.

When Harry entered the Great Hall that night, with the usual yet always imaginative carved pumpkins hanging in the air above the four tables, the dim light emanating from within each one lighting the hall, he found neither Ron or Hermione were present. He spent the meal talking to Neville, Ginny, and the other Gryffindors, however his mind was beginning to worry if something was wrong. After the deserts were served, and the students made their way to their dormitories, Harry made his unaccompanied trip back to the East Tower. Just as he turned the corner, he found Evander's portrait just opening up, and Ron exiting.

Ron was fuming. Harry could see a mix of anger and sadness in his very red face, and tried to ask what was wrong, but was met with a hand wave that Harry understood to mean back off. Harry watched his friend pass by, and disappear down the stairwell.

Harry turned slowly back to the end of the hallway, and made his way quietly towards Evander's portrait, which had closed by itself.

`They had a fight, believe me, I could hear enough of it from out here. Sounded pretty bad too, you should go and see how Hermione is doing. Password?' Evander asked. Harry gave it, and the portrait opened. Harry made is way up the passage way, and found the common room lit only by the fireplace, a sobbing lump lay on the floor in front of it.

As Harry approached slowly, he realized it was Hermione. She was sitting in front of the fire, her head in her hands, crying profusely. Evander must have been right, the fight must have been huge to bring Ron to such a level of temperament, and Hermione to this. Harry, very carefully, moved around, making his steps audible so he would not scare her. Hermione looked up, and Harry's chest ached at what he saw.

Tears were pouring out of her eyes, and streaming down her cheeks. Her hair was disheveled and her hands were shaking as she continued to sob. Harry immediately knelt down, gave one look at her, and wrapped her in a warm hug.

She collapse into Harry, and pressed her arms tightly around him, burying her face into his shoulder. Harry rubbed her back, and let her cry, much like she had done earlier in the month. After a few moments, Harry decided to speak.

`Hermione, what happened?' he asked. He felt her grip loosen, and he parted himself from her, and looked at her. Her cheeks were wet, and her eyes bloodshot from the crying. Harry took out a handkerchief, and gave it to her to use.

`Ron wanted to have dinner up here' she started, pointing at the table, which Harry only now noticed was dressed much like before when he and Hermione ate in the common room. `We didn't talk that much really, just about school. It wasn't that good of a supper' she said. Harry still didn't understand how it got from there to here.

`But why are you so upset?' he asked. Hermione gave a sniffle, and wiped her eyes again.

`I took the afternoon to figure out what I wanted, and . . . ` she trailed off again, as tears began to well up in her eyes.

`and?' Harry asked.

`and I don't want Ron. We're just too different, and I just can't see it working out. We fight too much, surely you noticed that, and we have totally different priorities. So tonight' she continued, as tears fell from her eyes again, `I broke up with Ron' she confessed, as she began to cry again. Harry leaned in, and embraced her in another hug, his face stunned.

He was speechless, at least to some extent. He had a small feeling it would happen, but not this quickly. From the time he started seeing them in Grimmauld, he felt something was out of place. He figured to some degree, that it was only a matter of time until they broke up, realizing that they were too different for each other. Still, a part of him was not ready to have it happen so quickly.

`Oh Harry, I've messed up so badly' she whimpered. Harry tried to reassure her, however knew it would be hard to do, at least at this moment.

`You did what you thought was right. You said it yourself, you would give it a little bit of time, then decide, and that's what you did' he said somberly.

`But now Ron hates me, and I can imagine you do to' she said, as she moved away from the hug. Harry however moved her so he looked right at her.

`I don't hate you, and Ron doesn't either. He's upset, but he'll get over it' he said determinately. Hermione, her eyes water logged, still looked upset.

`And you?' she asked. Harry thought for a moment, then answered.

`I'm here for you' he assured warmly. Hermione gave her first smile that night, and they hugged each other again.

`Thank you Harry' she said from Harry's shoulder. Harry smiled, and gave her a squeeze.

`Anytime Hermione.'

Spell / Name Meanings -
Phoenicreo - L. phoenix: phoenix, creo: to create (Phoenicreo = to create a phoenix)

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The Sixth Horcrux

When Harry woke the next morning, his arm was numb and his neck hurt. He and Hermione had fallen asleep in the common room, and Hermione was leaning against Harry's shoulder, cutting off some circulation to it. Harry looked down, and was amazed at how peaceful she looked now. Her face was somber as she slept, and Harry felt he should try not to wake her. He began to move slowly, but stopped, and wondered why he was trying to leave. It was a Saturday, so there was no rush to be getting up.

Harry decided to stay there with Hermione, just moving slightly so the feeling in his arm would come back. He felt the warmth returned to his arm, and was surprised to see that Hermione had fallen asleep holding his hand. Her hand was small, but fit nicely in Harry's. Harry, being caught in his daze from waking at the position he found himself in, decided to leave his hand there, and he closed his eyes, allowing his head to fall back into the arm of the chair behind him that the two of them were propped up against. He gave a sigh, and found it pleasant to be sitting on the rug with Hermione. He took another breath, and felt his hand being squeezed gently.

`Hermione?' he asked quietly, looking down to see her stir slightly, and exhale slowly. She opened her eyes, and looked up at the upside down Harry, giving a smile, and closing her eyes again, giving Harry's hand another squeeze.

`Thank you Harry' she said, eyes still closed. Harry smiled, and gave her a gentle nudge to get up, finding part of him protesting against the action. She moved herself off Harry, and got up, helping Harry to his feet.

`Sorry, I must have hurt your arm' she said, motioning to his left arm. Harry gave it a stretch, and heard a few cracks here and there.

`No, it's fine. How are you?' Harry asked hesitantly. Hermione sat down in one of the chairs, and Harry followed suite. The curtains were still drawn, but faint sunlight was creeping its way in. The fire in the hearth was now reduced to red ambers, which sat and glowed dimly.

`I'm better. I just hope Ron won't hate me now, I never meant to hurt him' she expressed. Harry understood what she meant. He had to do the same thing with Ginny when he broke up with her.

The two of them went ahead, and got themselves showered and ready for breakfast. Harry found himself looking at Hermione, and noticing more and more of those things he should not be seeing, and kept mentally slapping himself out of it. Hermione was very quiet as they approached the Great Hall, and Harry tried to encourage her.

`Don't worry. Ron will bounce back. Just give him a little space, that's all' he said. She stopped, and looked back up the stairwell towards the East Tower longingly.

`Maybe I should just go and have breakfast up in the common room' she suggested, turning around slightly. He knew this shouldn't be as hard as she was making it. Harry, finding himself suddenly wanting to, grasped her hand, and turned her around. He found her hand, like it was up in the common room, was warm and small, and felt nice in his own. Harry's hand lingered in Hermione's, and he felt a slight rush when Hermione turned around, and squeezed back.

`Uh . . . Just come and have breakfast alright? You're going to see him sooner or later, and there's no point in avoiding him' Harry explained, laughing inwardly at how much he sounded like Hermione. Hermione looked down, and nodded slowly. The two moved towards the Great Hall, and stopped before the doors. Hermione looked over at Harry, and Harry smiled, only then noticing that he was still holding onto Hermione's hand. She smiled at him, and he quickly, and somewhat begrudgingly, let go. He couldn't really explain why, but his hand suddenly felt odd, placed against his side, like it wasn't natural. Meanwhile in his brain, he was beating himself up for thinking certain thoughts, reminding himself that she just broke up with Ron, and he should not be thinking of certain things.

When they entered the Great Hall, Harry wasn't surprise to see that Ron was absent. He looked and saw Hermione relax considerably as she noticed this, and she gave a placid smile, and the two sat down at the Gryffindor table. Once they were seated, and quietly started getting their breakfast, Harry began to notice how Hermione spread the jam on her toast. He never noticed before, but she did even this in a systematic way, moving from one side, and going down in straight lines. Harry smiled at her methodicalness and finding yet another one of her quirks, however his mind quickly changed tracks as he looked up towards the entrance. Ginny was coming into the Great Hall looking very unhappy, her eyes set squarely at Hermione. Hermione gave a sigh as the fire-haired girl sat down across from her, looking ready for a war of words. Harry had a feeling this would be bad.

`Is it true, you broke up with Ron?' she asked, sounding angry. Hermione, looking down at her plate, gave a single nod. Harry felt a pang at seeing Hermione like that, wanting to stand up for her to Ginny. `Why?' Ginny asked exasperatedly. Hermione shifted in her seat, and looked back at her plate. Harry relaxed, and remembered that Hermione was more than capable of standing up for herself.

`We're just too different, and I knew it wouldn't work' Hermione put simply, looking up tentatively for her reaction. Ginny seemed to be thinking about it for a moment, and Harry noticed her face relaxed its tension.

`Are you sure?' she asked, this time not sounding as upset, almost understanding.

`Yes Ginny. I'm sorry, but it's just how I feel. How is Ron?' she asked desolately. Ginny gave her a quiet look over for a moment, before answering. Harry looked around, and found at least ten people on either side of the group were listening. They noticed Harry's glare, and immediately went back to their breakfast at a fast pace.

`He's upset, but don't worry Hermione, he'll be alright. I wanted to see you guys stay together, but I understand. I think I just really wanted you to be my sister sometime in the future' she admitted, giving a little laugh. Hermione smiled, and looked up at Ginny.

`We are sisters, regardless' said Hermione. Ginny smiled, got up, and they gave each other reaching hug over the table. Even more people were watching the scene, and as Ginny left, waving goodbye to Hermione and Harry, people burst into conversation, some not bothering to hide their pointing fingers. Hermione sat back down, and seemed in a much better mood than before.

After finishing breakfast, Harry debated going to see how Ron was doing. He wondered if just leaving him alone might be the best course of action, however felt he should go and make sure he was doing alright. He said good-bye to Hermione as she headed towards the library, and made his way to Gryffindor Tower.

`Oh, well if it isn't our Head Boy. I must say, I haven't missed your late entries. I do hope you are treating Evander alright. Password?' the Fat Lady said to Harry. Harry smiled sarcastically at her comments.

`Together we stand' Harry said to the portrait.

`Indeed we do' the Fat Lady responded, her portrait opening and allowing Harry access to the Gryffindor common room.

Harry hadn't made a trip here since the beginning of term, and his absence must have been noticed. Upon entering, people called out his name, and came to welcome him eagerly. Harry said hello to Neville, Seamus, Dean, and a host of other friends. He still saw some of them in class, but since he spent a large amount of his time these days either in the library or the East Tower, he didn't see as much as he would like to. In the frenzy of greeting everyone, Harry noticed one face he didn't see, Ron's.

`Harry mate, you should go talk to Ron. Since last night he's just been shut up in his bed, all down and out with the curtains drawn. We were going to talk to him, me and Dean, but he threatened to hex us, so we left him be' Seamus said, pointing up to Harry's old dormitory. Harry looked up for a moment at the dormitory door thinking, then turned to Seamus, Dean, and Ginny.

`You guys up for a game of Quidditch?' he asked all of a sudden. Seamus and Dean looked confused over the question, however Ginny was beaming at Harry.

`Of course Harry. Only if Ron plays keeper, and I get a chance to whip your butt at catching the snitch' she added, giving Harry a playful punch in the shoulder. Harry smiled, and looked to Seamus and Dean, who were also smiling now, knowing the purpose of Harry's question.

`Sure mate! We'll get a few other people to play, upper year students, it'll be fun. We'll meet you out at the pitch' Seamus said eagerly. Dean nodded, and the two made their way up to the dormitory, coming back down a moment later with their broomsticks in hand. Students in the common room wondered what they were doing, and Seamus stopped in the middle of the room, and stood on one of the chairs so everyone could see and hear him.

`Quidditch scrimmage on the pitch!' he announced. Everyone cheered excitedly, and students threw down their books and homework. After getting their cloaks, they all moved out of the portrait hole and towards the Quidditch pitch. Seamus and Dean lead the way, and after everyone left, only Ginny and Harry were left in the otherwise empty common room.

`Great idea Harry. I hope he comes, I know it'll cheer him up being on the pitch again. He misses it. Good luck' she said, giving Harry a kiss on the cheek, and exiting with her broom, running to catch up with everyone else. Harry looked up at the dormitory, and made his way up the stairs and into the circular room, which now only contained four beds, instead of the usual five. As Seamus mentioned, only one set of curtains were drawn around one of the beds. Harry silently walked over, and sat down on one of the beds near the closed drapes.

`Ron?'

`Go away Harry, just leave me alone' the drapes answered angrily.

`Why?' Harry asked assertively. He felt if asking what was wrong wouldn't work, having Ron explain himself might work instead. It took a few moments before he talked.

`I just . . . Hermione broke up with me' he admitted. The words sounded painful for Ron to admit, however he did admit them.

`I know, Hermione told me. You just need to relax' Harry tried to encourage. Ron gave a cynical laugh.

`”Relax?” Harry, I've liked Hermione since third year! We finally start going out, and we break up after only three months' he said. He was right, Harry knew he liked Hermione since third year, or at least fourth year. Their little row the night of the Yule Ball made it clear, to Harry at least, that they liked each other.

`I know something that will make you relax, or at least cheer you up, if you want' Harry suggested, hoping he would be interested. Ron gave a huff in response.

`Com'on, everyone's waiting for you' Harry baited.

`Why would they be waiting for me?' Ron asked. Harry could tell he was getting interested, and pressed on.

`Well, you can't very well start a match without a captain, now can you?' Harry baited. He heard Ron move on the bed, and smiled when he opened the curtains quickly, looking around and finding Harry sitting on one of the beds. He looked puffy eyed and tired, but he had a light in his eye that Harry could tell was a small amount of excitement, sitting within the sadness.

`You didn't' Ron said, looking for reassurance.

`Com'on, all of Gryffindor house is waiting for Hogwart's best keeper' said Harry, getting up and giving his best friend a pat on the back.

`I don't want to play Quidditch' Ron pouted, returning to his depressed state. Harry laughed, knowing how much he was lying.

`Ron, you live for Quidditch. Just come on, get up and let out some steam, and have fun while doing it' Harry reassured. He did hope Ron would come. If Ron didn't play, then Harry wouldn't either, which means the scrimmage would probably not go. Harry looked down, and found Ron drawing out a long breath, and nodding his head, conceding victory to Harry. Harry even saw a hint of a smirk.

`I've missed Quidditch' Ron admitted, rubbing his eyes. `Oh, alright, I'll play!' he expounded all of a sudden. He was still wearing his clothes from the night before, and looked very sleepy, but he was quickly opening his trunk and pulling out his keeper gloves and broomstick. He turned around, and Harry laughed at the site.

`Maybe you should take a shower before coming' Harry smirked. Ron's hair was wild looking, standing up in odd places and giving him the look of a madman, and the clothes he wore were wrinkly from sitting in the bed. Ron looked down at himself, still holding his broomstick in one and his gloves in the other, and for the first time gave a little laugh.

`Yeah, I guess I should shouldn't I?' he commented. He threw his broom and gloves on his bed, and made his way to the showers.

`Just be quick!' Harry yelled, as he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. He waited only a few minutes, taking a look out the window to see the people sitting at the pitch. Harry was surprised at how many people were going out, definitely more than just Gryffindor house. Once Ron was finished, and dressed for success, the two friends made their way out of the castle.

`Sorry Harry, about earlier. I'm just not feeling that good about Hermione . . . ` he said trailing off. Harry put his arm on Ron shoulder.

`Don't worry about it OK. Just try to have some fun with this, and feel better' Harry replied. Ron smiled back, although it was a little weak, and he looked at Harry.

`You're not playing?' he asked.

`Course I am!'

`Then where's your broom?' Ron asked. Harry laughed at himself, and took out his wand.

`Accio Firebolt!' he pronounced. Ron laughed.

`Could never forget that one.'

`It did save my life' Harry said, as a whistling could be heard, becoming louder. Harry scanned the sky, and found his broomstick flying towards him at a fantastic velocity. He reached up, and grabbed it out of the air, and the two made their way to the pitch.

When they entered the pitch, it was to a tumultuous roar from the crowd. A large group of students stood in the middle of the pitch, many with broomsticks looking eager to play in the little scrimmage. Ron looked stunned.

`I thought you said it was just Gryffindor house! This is almost the whole school!' he insisted. Harry laughed, and the two Gryffindors walked up to the crowd, Harry trying to use his Head Boy power for one of the first times.

`Alright, Ron and I are the captains. We'll pick our teams, and play. Everyone else, sorry, you'll have to play another time, but you're more than welcome to watch' he declared. Some students already looked downtrodden at the remark, however most looked even more excited.

The students spread out, and Harry and Ron picked their teams. Harry ended up with Dean, Colin Creevey, and a Ravenclaw boy, Stephen Cornfoot as his Chasers, Michael Corner and Andrew Kirke as his Beaters, and Megan Jones from Hufflepuff as his Keeper. Ron chose Demelza Robins, Seamus, and Cadwaller from Hufflepuff as his Chasers, Jack Sloper and Lisa Turpin, a member of Ravenclaw, his Beaters, and of course Ginny his Seeker. Ron and Harry decided to use Gryffindor colours, and coloured their teams' cloaks to distinguish each others players. Harry's team wore gold, while Ron's red.

They were about to get going, the rest of the hopefuls making their way up into the stands, when four tall men came marching onto the field, in the middle of them the short and stout woman Harry detested so much. She stopped in front of Harry and Ron, and her toad like face gave that smile Harry wanted so much to hex away.

`Well well, planning a Quidditch match are we? I thought I made myself clear when I banned you before Potter, but I guess you are still a little slow' Umbridge sneered, giving Harry an evil smirk. Harry's blood began to boil, however Umbridge didn't bother to notice.

`Now, disband all of you, and get back to the castle. The Headmistress will be interested to hear how her beloved Head Boy put all these students in danger' she explained gladly. Harry could feel his hands shaking, but looked around Umbridge's rather square frame and felt worry enter his mind.

It was Professor McGonagall, along with Madam Hooch and Hagrid, walking down from the castle. From this distance, Harry was not sure if the Headmistress was upset or not, however as she approached, Harry's worry increased as he saw her face. It was not happy.

`Potter, what on Earth are you doing?' she asked, not acknowledging Umbridge or her Auror cronies. Madam Hooch stood farther back, while Hagrid kept close to McGonagall, keeping a close eye on the Aurors. Umbridge glanced at Hagrid, and took a step back.

`Some students wanted to have a Quidditch scrimmage. I thought that it would umm, erm . . . help keep students happy, and um . . . school spirit. Some miss having Quidditch' Harry tried to explain. Professor McGonagall didn't have a chance to respond however, since Umbridge gave a triumphant laugh the moment Harry finished.

`Do you hear this boy! Non-sense! Everyone, back to your dormitories, and you' she said, pointing a stubby finger at Harry, `you will come with me.' Harry could see some of the students looking upset, and start heading back, however Professor McGonagall put her hand on Harry's shoulder, and stopped him from walking.

`Potter, I came to see what you were doing' she started, Umbridge encouraging students back to the school. `However' she stated, turning and facing Umbridge, `Thinking it through, I have no problems with your game. Madam Hooch, are you willing to referee?' she asked. Madam Hooch nodded happily, and turned to get her broom and the trunk with the balls.

Umbridge was of course, outraged. Harry was beaming, along with everyone else, at the prospect of finally playing Quidditch after so long. Students that were just a moment ago slumping their way back to the castle, were climbing the steps up to the stands eagerly.

`You cannot allow this!' Umbridge demanded, striding up and looking at the stern-faced Headmistress. Harry was worried as to what fallout this could have, the Aurors hands reaching inside their cloaks. He remembered the last time Professor McGonagall had to face Umbridge with her Aurors, when she was stunned and had to go to St. Mungo's. Harry however noticed Hagrid take a step forward, the Aurors eyeing him cautiously.

`I can, and will. You will place your Aurors that you lovingly brought with you around the pitch, and protect the students. Potter' she turned back to Harry, `next time, tell me in advance of any plans like this' she stated sharply. Harry nodded quickly, and Professor McGonagall turned and walked away towards a set of stands, Hagrid giving a quick smile to Harry, before turning and following McGonagall, giving the Aurors a glare. Umbridge stood in place looking astonished at McGonagall.

Harry turned back to his team, and began talking strategy, purposely not paying attention to Umbridge. When he looked up as Madam Hooch placed the trunk in the middle of the field, Umbridge and her Aurors were disbanding and moving to different exits from the field. Harry couldn't help but smile at yet another victory over Umbridge.

`As usual, a clean game. Oh how I've missed this' Madam Hooch said excitedly, as she looked at the teams.

`You're going down Potter!' Ginny yelled at Harry. He looked over, and found Ron smiling and looking eager at getting up on his broom. The balls were released, and Harry raced after the golden flicker of light high above him, Ginny right on his tail, as the crowd cheered.

*

The game ended up being a great thing for Ron, and the rest of the school. It was drawn out past lunch time, and Harry's team looked to be winning. However just as Harry's team advanced to one hundred and twenty points ahead of Ron's, Ginny made an amazing move for the Golden Snitch, and caught it right in front of Harry. Harry was trying to catch it, but the look on Ron's face made him glad Ginny got it before him.

The crowd celebrated loudly as Ginny, Ron, and the rest of his team did a victory lap around the pitch. By the middle of the match almost all of the school had noticed the scrimmage, and came down to watch, supporters of Ron's team waving around red banners, Harry's gold. As everyone started their way back to the castle, Harry caught up with Ron and the rest of his energetic team.

`Great match Ron!' Harry said. Ron turned, and gave a wide smile and patted Harry on the back.

`That was great Harry. Exactly what I needed' he expressed. They started back up to the castle, Harry thanking Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch, when he heard someone calling him over around the side of one of the stands. He bid farewell to Ron, Ginny, and the others, who were headed to Gryffindor Tower for a celebratory party, and found Hermione hiding behind the stands. She was peaking around the side, looking around at the students walking back up to the castle.

`Hermione, what are you doing?' Harry asked.

`Well, it was pretty obvious when your broomstick smashed through one of the windows of the common room and nearly startled me to death were it was going. I saw everyone here, so I came down and watched the match. Ginny beat you' she mentioned. Harry looked down and noticed that she herself had a banner, and scarf on. He made it a point to notice both of them were gold, and part of his mind was suddenly sidetracked in focusing on that fact. He noticed Hermione looking at him, and stirred his mind back to reality.

`Yeah, that was quite the roll she made to catch it. Caught me off guard. Anyways, what are you doing here?' he asked, motioning at the area they were now standing in.

`Well, I saw Ron all happy, and didn't want him to see me' she answered quietly. Harry rolled his eyes, and sighed.

`Please don't tell me you're going to avoid Ron forever' he questioned. Hermione looked a little upset at the comment.

`Well, I don't want him getting upset again. He was just so happy' she said. Harry could see she was getting a little emotional again, and tried to calm her down quickly, giving her shoulders a little squeeze, finding himself for the second time that day wanting to hold on to her.

`Don't worry about Ron, alright? He'll get better soon enough. I knew this would get him at least happy now, but he'll have to deal with seeing you sometime. Besides, it's not right for you to be feeling terrible all the time either, right?' he asked, looking right at her.

He knew it would be difficult for the trio's friendship to stay together after something like this, but he had to try and keep it together. Harry did not want a repeat of what happened in fourth year. Plus, he knew Hermione deserved better than always feeling terrible about what happened.

Hermione sniffed, and looked away for a moment, wiping her eyes, however looked back and nodded solemnly, looking at her feet which suddenly caught all her attention.

`You're right Harry. Sorry' she mumbled, glancing up to meet Harry's eyes once or twice, still enthralled with her feet, which she was moving around on the dry November grass. Harry lifted her chin up slowly, and gave her a smile, receiving a small one in return.

`Com'on, lets get some lunch' he stated. Hermione nodded, and the two walked up together to the castle.

They both ate in the Great Hall, and Harry encouraged Hermione enough to go to Gryffindor Tower for a few moments. There were enough people in the common room that Hermione was able to sit and talk to a few people, without having to really see Ron. Harry spent time with Ron, and the two had a good afternoon. Ron was noticeably happier with Quidditch still running through him. He, Harry, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and many others talked about their favourite Quidditch teams, and players, while enjoying the food and drinks some of the upper year students “knicked” from the kitchens. Harry noticed Ron look over at Hermione a few times, his smile disappearing, however he quickly snapped back into conversation.

Harry and Hermione both left at the same time, and went back to the East Tower. Harry had his lesson with Topher that night, and needed to prepare. Hermione was just feeling odd with Ron being in the room, and wanted to retreat to the peace of the common room, or the library. Harry found his preparation was not going well, his thoughts moving every direction, from the Horcruxes and Voldemort, to Ron and Hermione, and all the questions brought up by the memories he saw in the Pensieve. He felt, by time he started his way to the Great Hall for dinner, that seeing Topher tonight would be best postponed until next week.

After eating supper, Ron now present in the Great Hall, Hermione sitting farther down the table with Ginny, Harry made his way to the Defence classroom to let Professor Terrwynebas know. Harry was glad to hear that Topher was perfectly alright with it, since he had extra marking to be done anyways, and could use the time. Harry noticed how many of those old scrolls that he had been reading earlier in the year had made their way back to his desk top.

Harry went back to the East Tower, and again went for the Pensieve. He needed answers. Not just the questions Hermione brought up, about Voldemort's wand and the Hollow, but he hoped the next set of memories would tell him where his parents were buried, and more information on that last spell Voldemort cast. The look that crossed Dumbledore's face when he checked the last spell cast by Voldemort's wand still made Harry very uneasy.

`I thought you had your lesson with Topher?' Hermione asked, as Harry came back down. He hadn't noticed her on the way up, and carefully placed the basin on the table, making sure it was steady before responding.

`I need to get some answers first, and I can't think straight without them' Harry answered. Hermione put down her notes that she was writing on, and came over and stood next to Harry. She was in some simple muggle clothes, and Harry had to admit, he definitely noticed the difference to her usual Hogwarts robes. Hermione had to look at him and half-yell to get his attention.

`Harry! Back on Earth?' she said, giving a smile. Harry came back, and gave a quick smile, and snapped back to the shimmering bowl on the desk. Hermione gave him another look, and looked to the bowl as well.

`So, you just put your head in there?' she asked. Harry was reminded now that she never saw the Pensieve, and for once he was surprised she didn't know everything about it.

`Yeah. You tap the surface, and it shows an image of the memory you're going into. See' he explained, giving the iridescent silver surface a tap with his wand. The cloudy surface cleared, and showed a man, who could only be Albus Dumbledore, walking through a narrow corridor.

Hermione looked to Harry, and gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder. `Well, good luck' she said, backing away. Harry smiled, and looked back to the Pensieve, bending down slowly and allowing his face to break the cool water-like surface. Harry felt his feet leave the carpet of the common room, and after a few moments, he landed easily in a small and dark hallway.

Harry immediately had to start running to catch up to Dumbledore. He was walking at a very fast pace, moving down a series of these dark stone corridors, coloured amber from the lamps hung just below the ceiling. Harry finally reachedthe former Headmaster, just as he reached a heavy wooden door. Dumbledore grabbed the old brass doorknob, and pulled.

A tidal wave of noise hit Harry as the door opened fully. Harry looked in, and followed Dumbledore, finding a massive room, probably half the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, full of wizards and witches, goblins, and other creatures. Many looked old, very old, their grey and white hair reflecting their ages. All these people were sat along the sides of the walls, much like the room Harry had his trial in a few years ago, on tiered levels.

Dumbledore conversed with a short, portly man with thinning hair for a moment, before walking up to a central pedestal, facing a group of almost ancient looking wizards, halfway up the stands, sitting behind a grand and elegantly decorated desk, all wearing plum coloured robes with an elaborate silver “W” on the left. Once Dumbledore looked to the crowd, they became silent, Harry noticing how Dumbledore was reaching into his pocket.

`Albus Dumbledore, you have convened the Wizengamot, the Ministry of Magic High Council, and the Veneforbis Guard for an emergency meeting. I must say, this better be important' an old, yet stern looking wizard said, who was sitting in the middle of the Wizengamot table. Harry looked around, and found another group of wizards, wearing dark blue robes with a very small engraved “V” on the right side of their chests, sitting just below the Wizengamot. All looked quite mean to Harry, and definitely meant business. Harry looked to Dumbledore, as the old man cleared his throat quietly.

`Yes, I have convened you all at this late hour, that I do apologize for, however this news could not wait. Lord Voldemort' he started, almost everyone shuddering at the name, Harry taking notice that the men in the dark blue robes did not, `has attacked the house of James and Lily Potter' he began. A quiet uproar began, Harry hearing some commenting on how this had nothing to do with them, or how another attack meant nothing important, regardless of who it was. The man who first talked to Dumbledore tapped his wand, and a loud thud could be heard, reverberating along the ground. Wizards and witches all now calmed down, while the old wizard looked to speak again.

`Albus, I know you are the Chief Warlock of this council, but please tell me you asked for this council to convene for more than just explaining another attack' he began, sounding disappointed. Harry knew what Dumbledore would do next, and was not let down. Dumbledore slowly retracted his hand which had been kept in his pocket, and revealed the ivory coloured wand.

`This, is the wand of Lord Voldemort. He attacked Godric's Hollow, to kill the Potters. James and Lily were found dead, however their son Harry was found alive, Voldemort's wand sitting on the floor nearby' he explained. He had to raise his voice over the outpour of talking and conversation. The head wizard again tapped his wand, and the noise subsided. The old wizard stood up from his chair, and leaned forward, accentuating the bald spot on his head.

`What are you saying Dumbledore?' he asked.

`Lord Voldemort killed Lily, but she was protecting her son Harry, which protected him with her love. When Voldemort tried to kill Harry, the spell backfired, and consumed him, leaving Harry very much alive, with only a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead!' he exasperated. Harry could understand, it would be a hard thing to explain, let alone believe.

`So you are saying, that You-Know-Who was defeated this night, by a little boy?' the elderly wizard asked. Many in the room exchanged whispers, but Harry could tell all eyes were now on Dumbledore.

`Yes! This is the wand of Lord Voldemort; he is dead!' he expelled. There was a brief pause, when complete silence enveloped the hall, then an overture of cheering ensued. Wizards and witches on the Wizengamot were clapping hands together, and many others in the hall hugged and cheered loudly. After discussing quietly with the other members, the head wizard again tapped his wand, the vibrations pulsing through the ground, and the hall slowly and unhappily came to quietness again.

`Albus, to prove this, please relinquish the wand to our expert, so he may authenticate it' the man said. A strange looking man came up from one of the lower levels towards the podium quickly, Harry smiling as he remembered the eerie moon-like eyes of the man who made his own wand, as well as the one Dumbledore was now giving to him.

`My word! It's true! This is the wand of He Who Must Not Be Named!' Mr. Ollivander spouted out happily, after examining the wand for a brief moment. Dumbledore accepted the wand back, and the hall once more erupted into cheering and excitement. Dumbledore bowed to the Wizengamot, and left in the midst of the cheering and hooting.

`You-Know-Who dead! - Potter boy defeats You-Know-Who! - Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived! - The Boy Who Lived!' Harry heard many of the wizards and witches saying on the way out, the named and titles created that day that still haunted him.

Dumbledore moved quickly out of the hall, and focused squarely on the doorway. He ignored the pats and cheering, and exited into the corridor. The hallway which stood empty before was now full of people running to let the world know the news. The memory shimmered, and Harry was transported to a dark and musty house.

Harry looked around, and knew he was in Grimmauld Place, before it had been cleaned. The floor was covered in dust, and the heavy drapes were closed shut, letting no room for sunlight to enter. Dumbledore made his way out of the room, which Harry figured was the library, since he could see the outline of bookshelves, and the two of them wound their way to the kitchen.

Once Dumbledore entered, members of the Order of the Phoenix were sitting around the table. Harry recognized Lupin, who was sitting next to a sobbing pile of a man, his head on the table. Dumbledore paced over to the man, and laid a hand on his back. The man snapped up, and turned around, Harry feeling an immediate white-hot anger.

It was Pettigrew, his normally watery eyes looking even more so due to his sobbing. Harry knew full well the reason he was crying was for the fall of Lord Voldemort, and not for Harry's parents. Harry felt disgusted by this show of fake sorrow, Dumbledore seeming to be fooled by it.

`It will be alright Peter' Dumbledore consoled the rat of a man. He continued to sob, and nodded. Harry gritted his teeth, and felt like trying to hex the man, even though it was a memory. Dumbledore turned, and moved to the other side of the table.

`How did Voldemort know where they were?' Lupin asked weakly, tears brimming on his grey eyes. Harry felt for Remus, having to visit the Hollow so soon after James and Lily died.

`He must have been told the secret' Dumbledore reasoned. Remus' tear filled eyes opened in shock to the statement, and gazed at Dumbledore, who now stood next to the fireplace, facing the small group.

`Sirius would never do that to James!' he expounded, getting up from his seat, his dark grey robes hanging off him unkemptly.

`How else would You-Know-Who know?' Dedalus Diggle asked, who was sitting in a corner of the kitchen, next to Sturgis Podmore.

Lupin looked astonished, however Harry could see the look of realization coming on his face, mingled with betrayal and sadness. Remus did not just loose one Marauder tonight, but two. He slowly sank back into his chair, his utter disbelief clearly present in his posture.

`Are you sure it was even You-Know-Who Albus?' an old, wheezy wizard said from the other side of the room, his silver hair contrasting greatly with the dim lit room. Harry remembered the man was part of the Advance Guard that helped him escape the Dursley's.

`Certainly' Dumbledore answered quietly, moving towards the table, and placing the ivory tinted wand on the table. Many of the Order members moved away from the table once they realized what was now laying on it.

`My word' one of the men in the room muttered, as everyone slowly moved back to their original place, gazing at the wand placed on the table. Everyone was quiet, Harry wondering if any of them were even breathing, when Pettigrew stood his round self up.

`I can't believe Sirius would betray James! I'm going to find him, and show him all that's left of his master!' Pettigrew yelled out, grabbing the wand, and making for the doorway. Lupin got up, and made to follow him, but Mad-Eye Moody, who was sitting next to him, laid a hand on his shoulder.

`Let `em be. The man can't duel worth a knut, and he doesn't know where Sirius is anyways. He'll be back by the morning' Moody advised. Lupin lowered his head, and nodded, again slowly taking his seat again.

`What of the boy?' a deep voice asked, who belonged to a tall and slightly beefy man who was leaning against one of the walls, his brown hair looking like he just got out of bed. Dumbledore started to pace across the front of the fireplace, and looked like he was on his way out.

`He will be kept somewhere safe, and protected. There is something though . . . I will be back' he said, moving around and coming next to Lupin, placing a hand on his back.

`Morn for our lost friends, yes, but rejoice in the demise of Lord Voldemort' Dumbledore said. He gave one more thoughtful look to Lupin, receiving a small smile in reply, and the silver bearded man walked through doorway, and again the memory shimmered around Harry.

The memory reappeared, and it took Harry a few moments to adjust to the lighting. Dumbledore was sitting at a desk, a very old desk, sitting in a exceptionally old room from the looks of things. Thousands of books of all shapes and sizes filled the wall shelves, which stretched into the darkness above, no ceiling visible. Scrolls and stacks of parchment and various other materials littered wardrobe and desk tops, except the one Dumbledore sat behind, which was noticeable larger than all the other desks. Harry looked around, and found the stacks of books and other knick knacks stood mostly at his eye level, and he could them leaving corridors and pathways leading around the room in odd directions. Harry couldn't find a doorway, or anyway in or out of the room for that matter.

Harry moved over to Dumbledore, and found him reading a old, but luckily legible scroll. Even luckier for Harry, it was written in English. Harry bent lower, and read it quickly.

The dark act of tearing and splitting ones soul, to prolong and last past ones normal time of death, is the quest of the wizard who wishes to create a Horcrux. The making of a Horcrux requires the direct murder of another human being, wizard or muggle, and is considered to most as the wickedest of magical creations. The act of murder causes the soul of the caster to be torn and ripped for all eternity. The soul will remain torn within the wizard, never again to be made whole. It is a mark of the act the wizard has performed, and a constant reminder to them for all their life.

For a Horcrux to be formed, the wizard must choose an object for their fragment of soul to reside in, while the other remains within their body. It has been speculated that one could place the torn piece of soul within another living thing, however it has never been documented, and is not recommended, as the effects of a fragment of a soul residing within a body that already contains another soul is unknown.

Once the murder has taken place, the wizard must readily have the object, and cast the Horcrux Curse. The curse, listed below, requires the naming of the catalyst, the action that will release the soul held within the object. With this final act, the object would have the torn piece of soul placed within, thus becoming a Horcrux of that wizard.

The incantation to create the Horcrux is:

Evelloanimus Reponointus

Followed by the name of the object

Be sure you know the exact name of the object, so the spell will work correctly. Once the caster has done this, they should feel their life force subside, and may feel light headed, as the fragment of soul leaves their true body, and enters the Horcrux. The soul fragment, which will appear as a green cloud, will swirl around the object, and take its form, before inhabiting it.

Once this is done, the wand will stay focused on the object, unable to move. The curse must be completed by naming the catalyst. This is done by the incantation:

Expedio

Followed by the precise method to release the soul

When the soul fragment is released, it will find the nearest living creature, be it human or otherwise, and will inhabit their body, using its own life force to regain strength, feeding off of the creature's own soul. Once the Horcrux has acted fully, the creature or human's original soul will be destroyed, and the fragment soul will inhabit the living form.

Harry was frantic as he read, the same sentence repeating in his head. He wanted out of this memory, out of the Pensieve, as fast as possible. It was his luck that the memory shimmered again, and Harry felt himself lifting upwards, and rising out. His feet hit the solid ground of the common room, and he recovered his balance, seeing Hermione startled by his sudden return. She was sitting at the desk, a few small pieces of parchment sitting on the desktop.

`Harry, my goodness, you scared me' she said, Harry regained his composure, and gave her a quick look. All of a sudden, she looked very concerned, moving around the table quickly.

`Harry, are you alright?'

Harry didn't have time to answer. He was sweating, and panting, but had enough determination and energy to run. He turned, hearing Hermione calling after him, and bolted out of the common room, and into the hallway.

He was in a flat sprint, trying as hard as possible to get to the Headmistresses Office as fast as his legs would bring him. He had to talk to Dumbledore's Portrait. The sentences kept playing in his head, and his mind bent them into a very dark reality, the memory of Voldemort's last spell cast at Godric's Hollow playing in his mind, the green lightning bolt boring into his thoughts.

`Now, young Harry, our souls shall become intertwined' in Voldemort's hiss of a voice.

`No, he couldn't have' in Dumbledore's eerie whisper.

`The soul, which will appear as a green cloud, will swirl around the object, and take its form, before inhabiting it.'

Harry ran quicker. Times before, he always found himself right in front of the stone gargoyles before he knew it. Now it felt like they were purposely hiding on him. He turned what felt like the twentieth corner, and finally found the stone sentries, standing quiet in the empty hallway.

`Time Turner!' Harry yelled, hoping his volume would make them jump over quicker. The guardians jumped out of the way, and Harry bound up the moving stairwell, entering through the doorway as quickly as possible, not bothering to knock.

When he entered, he jogged quickly across the dark office to Dumbledore's portrait, hoping to see the man there. His heart leapt when he saw the silver beard, and the former Headmaster it was attached to sleeping in his portrait.

`Professor Dumbledore!' he yelled, trying to wake him. It worked, and he stirred, with almost all the other portraits as well.

`Ah Harry, I was expecting to see you sometime soon. Good that Minerva didn't hear you yelling in her office' he noted. Harry turned, and realized Professor McGonagall was not in the office. He was glad in a sense, since he wanted only to talk to Dumbledore, but would settle with the other portraits listening in.

`Is it true, about my scar?' Harry asked, getting right to the point. Dumbledore sighed, and lowered his head. Harry was trembling, in both anger and fright as to what the answer would be, although he had a feeling it would be the dark answer he already formulated.

`I see you have ventured into my Pensieve' he began, giving another sigh.

`It is Harry. I was not sure, until you started having flashes with it, and it reacted to Voldemort. Many thought it was just a scar, plain and simple, but none of them read the scroll, to which I imagine you saw the memory for. I am sorry I did not tell you Harry, however I kept it from you, much the same reason I kept the prophecy from you' he explained calmly, but sounding displeased with himself. Harry was too full of anger however, at being left out of yet another important piece of information. Dumbledore looked for a response, but not receiving one, continued.

`I felt that if you knew the truth about your scar, you would feel tainted, diseased, and unnatural. You know yourself who you are, and that your scar does not make you any different a person' Dumbledore said. He continued to look hopeful at Harry, however Harry was not going to give in.

Harry was filled with nothing but fury at his former Headmaster. He kept so many secrets from Harry, and expected Harry to deal with all this at once? Then he had to get himself killed, and leave Harry all by himself with no one to help him try and not only destroy these unknown objects hidden who knows were, but defeat the darkest sorcerer in the past half century.

`Harry please' Dumbledore pleaded quietly, the other portraits looking on quietly. Harry didn't bother looking up. He stood, and walked out of the office to the silence, not one portrait commenting. Harry walked down the steps, and back into the hallway, not caring how the portrait Dumbledore felt.

Harry walked along the corridors of the school slowly, and as silently as possible, his hands balled in fists. He wasn't worried about being noticed, but he felt like being quiet, his mind at a loss as to the true nature of his scar. He had it all his life, and in the matter of one night, his thoughts about it completely changed. Dumbledore was right, he was tainted, he was diseased with it. Harry felt like scratching at it, cutting it out, blasting it off with his wand right now, as fast as possible.

Harry looked up after a few minutes, and just like not finding the Headmistresses Office soon enough, he found himself in front of Evander all too quickly.

`Harry, you left in a hurry, are you alright?' he asked. Harry didn't even bother looking up.

`Just open' he demanded, disregarding the password. He expected Evander to ask for the password, however the portrait opened, and Harry didn't question it. He entered, and found Hermione waiting anxiously in the common room, leaning on the desk biting her nails.

`Harry! My goodness, what's wrong?' she asked, coming over, and placing a hand on Harry's arm. Harry simply stared off at the carpet, and made his way to one of the chairs, almost robotically. He fell into it, and Hermione knelt down in front of Harry, looking beyond scared, almost petrified at the blank look on Harry's face.

`Harry, what happened, tell me what is going on' she questioned, sounding concerned but forceful. Harry placed his hand to his forehead, but instantly removed it, feeling as if he would be infected by touching his scar. Hermione looked to his forehead.

`Is it your scar, is it burning, what is it Harry!' she demanded, reaching in closer, and looking straight at Harry, who's head was still hanging. He glanced up, and could not stop his chest feeling hollow at her look of concern. He looked back down, and tried to tell her, his mind still dark with the reality.

`My scar . . . `

`Your scar, what Harry?' she asked quickly. Harry took a breath.

`Is a Horcrux.'

Spell / Name Meanings -
Veneforbis Guard - L. veneficus: magical / wizard's, orbis: circle (Veneforbis Guard = Wizard's Circle Guard)
The Horcrux Curse, Evelloanimus Reponointus, and Expedio - L. evello: to tear out, animus: the soul, repono: to deposit, intus: within (Evelloanimus Reponointus = to tear out the soul, to deposit within [name of object])
L. Expedio: to release (how to release it)

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Cassus Animus

`Harry, what's the matter? Your defenses are not very strong tonight' Topher said, as he and Harry sat in the Defence classroom the Saturday after finding out about his scar. Hermione had once again been cautious, but a definite friend for Harry that night. She tried to help Harry with the reality of it all, but Harry just couldn't get out of his mindset. Harry kept to himself for most of the week, trying harder than ever in his life to cover his scar with his hair. Of course, it never worked.

Sometimes he would forget about his scar, but those moments were short in existance. A fragment of Voldemort's soul was on his forehead. Just the thought of it made him feel repulsive. He found, now that he was looking, so many people looked at his scar, he wondered if some of them knew. Sometimes he felt like retreating to his room, so no one could see him and his deformity. Before it was a nuisance that people would stare at it, now he felt people were just reminding him that he was tainted by it. Even Hermione and Ron looked at him differently, or at least he thought they did. He noticed the times their eyes would linger on his forehead for a moment, only to snap back too quickly.

`It's nothing, really' Harry answered dismissively. Topher tried, and succeeded three times getting into Harry's mind tonight, each time replaying the memory of him and Hermione hugging at the beginning of the summer.

`Harry, you're not a good liar. It's obvious something is troubling you.' Harry wanted to have this lesson, since he missed the last one, but knew he wouldn't get through it without saying something was bothering him.

`Well . . . my friends Ron and Hermione broke up.' It was true, and it did bother him, though it wasn't the biggest thing on his mind. Topher leaned back in his chair, and placed the tips of his fingers on his chin, looking at Harry thoughtfully.

'I see. And how does that make you feel?'

Harry thought about it and was surprised, in that he couldn't really answer the question, not in one sentence. He dwelled on his scar so much the last while, he hadn't really thought about their break up. He was still very worried at how Ron and Hermione's friendship would be, both to each other and himself. He wished they could be alright with each other, but he knew it wouldn't be the same as before. Now that he looked back at the week, they did seem to be getting along better, though keeping some distance, both talkatively and physically.

And of course, there was happiness that they broke up. He had that feeling when they started going out it wouldn't work, and he agreed with Hermione, they were opposites. He felt shameful feeling happy at their break up though, knowing the real reason why.

He was happy because of these unforeseen feelings for Hermione. Harry just couldn't help noticing things about her now, and it made him feel uneasy and jittery when near her. He broke up with Ginny to not put her in danger, and now was falling for his best friend. Worst of it was he didn't know what he would do. So far, he hoped it was a phase, and he would eventually be able to look at Hermione normally again.

But even in these lessons, he found himself starting to enjoy when Topher would break through his defenses, and replay that memory of him and Hermione hugging from the summer. It reminded him of that wonderful feeling he got when holding Hermione, and she doing the same to him, her warmth sweeping over him. The familiar yet intoxicating aroma of honeysuckle, which he noticed more and more in the common room, along with the cool summer night air with be reminded, and he could feel his heart wane with the memory.

`Well, I'm worried about our friendship. Otherwise, I'm alright' Harry answered, getting back to Topher's question. Many times this week Harry was caught off guard as his mind wandered, brought back only by someone yelling loudly or giving him a poke.

Harry hoped Toper would accept the answer, and not push farther on the topic. He knew Topher was trying to be a friend about everything, but Harry still had his reservations, something that even Topher said was a good thing for him to have.

`OK. Do you want to skip tonight's lesson, if it's bothering you?' Topher asked concerningly.

`No, no, I'm alright, really. I'll try to focus more' said Harry, shifting on his chair. He knew it was times like these, when he had a lot on his mind that he needed to defend it the most. Topher looked Harry over for a moment, before giving a one-sided smile and a brief nod.

`Alright Harry. We'll see how you do' he said, getting up and motioning Harry over to where he conjured the usual two stools. Harry took his seat, and Topher took his, giving a sigh as he sat, rubbing his eyes.

`Are you alright Topher?' Harry asked. The Defence professor looked exhausted, the shadows under his eyes giving it away easily. His hair was very messy, though not as bad as Harry's, and his posture was not its usual. Harry found when Topher was in class or elsewhere, he always carried himself straight, and proud. He never slouched, and even when walking, took determined steps, never dragging his feet. He had an air of dignity, a strong stance that gave the impression of a proud person, quite befitting the Head of Gryffindor House. Tonight, his shoulders were hutched, if only slightly, and he moved a little slower than normal.

`Yes, just a tad tired. I've been spending the last few nights doing some research, and it's kept me up late. I'm just in need of a day off really. Thank you for the concern though Harry' he expressed tiredly. He trained his wand at Harry, and sat more erect.

`Now, because I can tell you have a lot on your mind, we'll work on controlling emotions, and keeping focus. You've been progressing very well since we started, but as you know, you won't always have someone trying to get in your mind in an empty room with nothing else going on. In the next while, we'll be moving away from simple defence, and into more difficult situations. Alright?'

Harry was concerned with the prospect of having harder lessons of course, but he needed the practice if he wanted to keep Voldemort out of his head. Harry nodded, and Topher did the same back.

`Legilimens'

Harry focused more, trying to keep other thoughts out, and he was gladly able to fend off Topher's attempts twice. Harry felt his confidence increasing, being that he was getting back in the hang of things.

`Very good Harry. Now, we'll try something different. Remember, focus, and control your emotions' he advised. Harry quirked his brow for a moment, but nodded. He wondered what Topher was going to do. Maybe try harder, or focus on another memory other than him and Hermione's hug.

`Legilimens'

Harry immediately felt the affect of Topher trying to enter his mind. Harry blocked it well, and was keeping control. Topher gave a smirk, and Harry felt a little tingle of worry at what the professor was up to.

`You like Hermione' Topher said plainly.

`What!' Harry yelled, but it was too late. His defenses came crashing down worst than a house of cards, and soon Harry was once again plunged into the memory of him and Hermione hugging. Harry, for only the second time since their lessons began, tapped the professor's desk, and the memory vanished.

`What was that about?' Harry shouted, as he stood up and looked at Topher fiercely. Topher stood, and calmly put his hand on Harry's wand, which had automatically risen right to the professor's face without Harry really realizing.

`Harry, first calm down, and lower your wand. Please, take a seat, so I can explain' he said carefully. Harry glared at the man for a brief moment, then trudged over and took his seat. Topher let out a sigh as he vanished the stools, and slowly took his seat.

`The hardest thing to learn with Occlumency is controlling your emotions. The greatest ones can, at will, turn stone cold emotionally. Now, you're learning, but we must start somewhere. I took advantage of you haning a lot on your mind, meaning you were probably not too happy. Anger is the hardest emotion to control, because you can easily loose yourself in it. And of course, anger is the worst thing to feel when someone is trying to enter your mind, because it makes it easier.' Harry was still boring his eyes at Topher, very displeased at his actions. Topher waited for some type of response, but not receiving one, moved onwards.

`I'm sorry I had to get you upset, but it's something you must learn. You have to control your emotions. The other person, especially if it's Voldemort, will try very hard to get you angry, and you can't allow them to. Still' he continued, now tilting back in his chair, his voice becoming a little lighter, `I am surprised that comment got you upset.'

`Why?' Harry snapped, finally saying something aside from yelling.

`Well, I'm not blind Harry. You and Hermione have been friends for a long time, and she is very pretty, if you don't mind me saying. I've seen you two in class and elsewhere in my travels learning the castle, and you seem to get along very well.'

`That's because we're friends' Harry said flatly. His mind was playing enough tricks on him about Hermione, he didn't need Topher doing it too.

`I know, but still, it isn't all that implausible that you would like her in a certain sense' Topher stated. Harry huffed, and looked away at the floor, his mind just going in circles over the whole issue. He was starting to get a headache from all the things in his head. Topher leaned in, placing his elbows on his desk.

`Well, I do know one thing. There are only two reasons why you would get upset about the comment I made: either you really don't like her in that fashion, and it got you upset because that feeling for Hermione doesn't exist, or you really do like her' he reasoned. Harry looked up, and found Topher looking at him intently.

`How would me liking her make me mad?' Harry asked, trying to give the impression he didn't like Hermione.

`Well, you said she and Ron just broke up. Since you're a friend, you'd feel sad for them. If you liked her as more than a friend, then you'd also feel glad about their break. I can imagine feeling both sad for them, but happy for yourself would make you feel upset and selfish. Me saying you like Hermione would therefore, make you feel mad' he explained.

`Yeah, well, I don't have those feelings' Harry answered.

`I told you, you're not a good liar' Topher said, smiling slightly. Harry was getting aggravated.

`Why does it matter to you?' Harry asked determinately. This was the thing Harry wondered about. Topher's intentions were still very much unknown, despite the fact that he said he wanted to help Harry. He hit a hard spot with Harry tonight, and Harry was beginning to think Topher's intentions were not what he thought them to be.

`It matters to me, because I want to help Harry. I told you, I'll try to help you whether it's learning spells, Occlumency, or anything else for that matter. These problems are affecting your mind's defenses, and you (and me if you'll allow) need to work them out so nothing happens. Plus, yes, there are other reasons, but you must trust me when I say, you will learn of those later.' Harry still wasn't convinced, and if anything was more determined to say nothing.

`So how does saying whether I have feelings for Hermione or not solve anything?' Harry asked.

`It'll solve a lot of things, and clear your mind. You have to understand, out of all the memories you have, the one you want to relive the most is the one were you are hugging Hermione. There is something about that memory itself that makes you want to relive it the most. You may think I chose that one, but you are wrong; you did.'

`I didn't choose it' Harry said disbelievingly. How could he choose it; he already knew the caster chose the memory, not the receiver. Topher shook his head.

`No, you did. When I got through in the beginning, there were many memories to choose from, however as time went on, that memory became stronger than the others. Tonight, for example, that memory stood in the way of all the others, so I had to enter it. It was as if you wanted me to enter it, and no other one' Topher clarified. Harry was caught off guard about this, but pressed forward.

`How do I know you're not lying' he said. Topher chuckled at this, and leaned back again, his charcoal robes falling over the sides of the chair slightly.

`Oh, always on guard, very good Harry. Never let it down, not even with me. I want you to learn that first and foremost; never tell anything to anyone unless you're positively sure they can be trusted' he said, now standing up and moving around to the back of his chair, as he began pacing back and forth slowly.

`This is however, something that we have to overcome. So far, yes, aside from one memory, you have no clue what side I am on. I've said I'm on yours, but that doesn't mean much. People can say anything. I've let it linger far too long, and for that I'm sorry.' He continued to pace, then came to a stop, and looked at Harry for a moment. `I've been thinking, and I have a proposition for you' he said airily, turning to face Harry who was still sitting.

`You want to know about me, and I want to know about you, but we want to keep the questions close, and only between the two of us. I know you want to know my allegiance, and why I am asking about certain things. I only wish to know about what I ask. So, for the next week, I want you to think about it, and get back to me on Friday as to if you are willing to swap questions. And before you ask, yes, there is a way to make sure I am telling the truth, without having to resort to Veritaserum. This way is safe, and no harm would come to either of us as long as we speak truthfully' he reassured.

`How is that?' Harry asked. Topher sat back down quickly, and leaned over the desk so he was close to Harry, the amber light from the candles that sat on the desk making Topher's earlier pale and dreary eyes appear bright green, and full of life.

`Have you ever heard of an Unbreakable Vow?'

*

`He wants to do an Unbreakable Vow with you?' Ron asked, and he, Harry, and Hermione sat in the East Tower common room on the Sunday afternoon. Harry had told them about Topher's idea, but nothing else. They asked how his lesson went, and he said fine, leaving out the prodding at Harry's feelings.

`I don't know, this could be a bad thing' Hermione expressed worriedly while sitting in her chair in front of the fire which was burning quietly. It was mid November now, and the weather had gotten colder, so the fire was almost always going. `I mean, he probably is on our side, but still, an Unbreakable Vow is not something to toy around with.'

`Well, he told me that the questions he would be asking were not out of line, but if they were, the caster would break the Vow' Harry explained. Harry already had a good idea as to Topher's questions, and he was worried as to how to answer them, knowing he didn't even know the answers himself.

`Well, did he say anything about the questions you can ask him?' asked Hermione.

`No, not really. He suggested asking if he was loyal to Hogwarts and our side, and why he will be asking the questions he's asking. He said there is a reason, but that I couldn't know right now.' Hermione gave a sigh, and her brow lowered slightly in thought. She was biting her bottom lip absently, something that made Harry smile for a moment.

`That is interesting. Well, he is right, aside from using Veritaserum, an Unbreakable Vow would make sure he was telling the truth, or that he wouldn't do anything other than what he says. Of course, you'd have to tell the truth as well, so make sure the caster is someone you trust' Hermione advised. Ron, who was sitting on the chair from the desk, which he moved to sit with the other two chairs around the fireplace, nodded.

`Yeah mate. Hey, how about McGonagall? I can imagine she wouldn't let Topher step over the line without a smack.' Harry already thought of Professor McGonagall, and was actually going to ask if she made the most sense.

`Well, I have a week to figure it all out. He asked me to get back to him in Friday's lesson.' Ron shifted in his chair at the mention of lessons.

`Oh, by the way, did you guys finish the Potions essay that's due on Tuesday? I mean, three feet on the Head Shrinking Potion. No one with any size head could write that much on it!'

`I have four and a half feet on it already' Hermione remarked to the fire, turning to give Ron a playful smile. Ron retorted with a sarcastic grin, and Harry was pleased to see them getting along better.

`Speaking of potions, how is our little cauldron doing?' asked Harry, referring to the Horcrux potion. Hermione looked at her watch.

`It should be ready by Wednesday. I'm still really worried about how it could go, but we need to try. Do you think we should tell McGonagall? I mean, what happens if something goes wrong?'

`We'll just have to make sure nothing goes wrong then, now won't we?' Harry stated assertively. Ron got up, and put his chair back to the desk.

`I have to go finish this. Professor Fourmove is pretty strict with essays. If you're going by the library Hermione, if you wanted-`

`Yes, I'll come by and help Ron. I need to write this week's schedule for Prefect rounds, but I should be down in a little. Besides, I have some reading to do in the library anyways' Hermione said, as she gave a stretch in her chair.

`Now there's a surprise' Ron huffed only to Harry, as he walked down the corridor and out of the East Tower.

`You guys seem to be doing alright' Harry commented.

`Yes, well, we are doing much better. Thank you again for your help. You know Ron better than me in some senses, and just letting him come around was best. Of course, with his potions essay I couldn't not help him, considering if you want to go anywhere from here, you have to pass the library' she added with a smile. She got up, and made her way to the desk, where she kept the old charms book Dumbledore gave to her along with the Prefect schedules. She unlocked the dozen or so protective charms on the drawer, and took it out the parchment rolls for the schedules, glancing back to see Harry still staring into the hearth in thought.

`Are you going to talk to Dumbledore's portrait about your scar?' she asked carefully. Harry stirred from his thought, which was focused more on Topher's question and his feelings towards the other person in the room, and allowed his head to fall.

His scar. Again, he was reminded of it. He hadn't been to the Headmistresses office since the week before, and he did not put a thought as to when he would return there. Hermione seemed to know what was going on in Harry's head.

`You need to go and talk to him Harry. He must have put a large amount of thought into it. Plus, you can ask him about Topher's proposal about the Unbreakable Vow, and if he knows about the Cassus Animus' she suggested, moving back to her chair.

`How do I know he's not holding other secrets from me?' Harry asked, to Hermione and himself.

`Dumbledore had his reasons, but just ask him. He's not a bad man Harry. Go talk to him' she advised. Harry sighed, and again realized Hermione was right. He couldn't avoid Dumbledore forever. He bid Hermione farewell, and went to the Headmistresses Office. Professor McGonagall was there, but she was just leaving as Harry entered.

Grey daylight was bathing the room in monochrome colours. Harry looked across the room, and found Dumbledore's portrait looking at him directly. Harry approached quietly, the other portraits in the room sitting silent as the Head Boy came to Dumbledore's portrait. Dumbledore gave Harry a placid smile, and Harry felt even worst about his last “conversation” with his former Headmaster.

`I was worried you would never come back Harry' Dumbledore said.

`I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you' Harry expressed solemnly.

`No Harry, I am sorry. Once again, kept something from you that I shouldn't have, and made the same mistake twice. From now on, there will be no secrets, agreed?' Harry nodded, and found himself more relaxed. Dumbledore, living or in portrait form, always had a way of making Harry feel calm, even after a bad conversation.

`So, I gather you're here for more of an explanation?' Dumbledore asked, Harry nodding.

`Well, years before you were born I had strong evidence that Voldemort created Horcruxes. It was a growing concern of course, since his power was rising quickly at the time. When I heard of your parents from Hagrid, I went to Godric's Hollow, and found them, along with Voldemort's wand, and I checked its last spell. I thought at first it was a Killing Curse that he tried on you, but as you saw, it was not a green light, but a green cloud, which coalesced into the shape of your scar. Once I saw that, I realized what actually happened. He did not try to kill you, but to mark you with a Horcrux.'

`Why did he do it though?' Harry asked.

`Remember Harry, Voldemort wanted his Horcruxes to be worthy, things of prominence and importance. He knew you had a power to defeat him from the prophecy, and in that, he found you worthy. He knew you would become a powerful wizard, and I think he wanted to remind you of him' Dumbledore explained.

`Remind me?'

`Think of it, every single time you look in a mirror, you look at your scar. It has made you famous. People hear your name, and always know about your scar. No matter how powerful you would become as a wizard, he believed you would always have that scar, reminding you that no matter how strong you became, you would never be as powerful as him. That, and the irony of having a Horcrux on the one person who could defeat him I believe would be very appeasing to Voldemort.'

`So how do I get rid of it? Harry asked.

`That was something I worked on for many years. Minerva suggested I remove the scar, but I knew that could activate the Horcrux. You can't use the potion, because that would require putting your head in it, which would surely cause you to die. I believed myself close to a solution, but the events of last year caused me to abandon my search for the time. I had to, in the end, give my research to another. He is making progress, but it is taking a lot of work.'

Who is it?'

`Professor Terrwynebas. I knew his father well, and I watched Topher grow up little by little. Loosing his mother in such a way was hard on him, and then his father just as he was coming of age. He has had a tough life, and I know he would want to help you.' Harry was stunned by this realization.

`Is that why he's been reading those old scrolls? He said he was doing research, but why didn't he tell me it was about me?' Harry asked.

`He probably has his reasons. I told him to be cautious with you, since I knew you would be apprehensive with a new professor wanting to help you so much.'

`He asked me to take an Unforgivable Vow with him' Harry exposed. Dumbledore moved in his portrait for a moment, but nodded thoughtfully.

`Well, it is up to you Harry. If you desire my advice, then it would simply be to trust your instincts. I gave Topher a very important assignment, which ties greatly to destroying the Horcruxes, and to you.' Harry understood, and now hearing about Topher's assignment, felt himself leaning towards accepting the Unbreakable Vow, if only slightly.

`We found the potion by the way, in my mother's potion's book. It's almost ready to try' said Harry.

`That's very good Harry. Now all you need is to find one of the Horcruxes to use it with. Have you found any leads?' Dumbledore asked. Harry tilted his head in wonder for a moment, but remembered he never told Dumbledore about the locket. Harry explained how the locket from the cave was a fake, and how he found out the identity of R.A.B. as well as finding the Horcrux in Grimmauld Place. At first Dumbledore didn't seem too surprised, but by the end he was excited and proud for Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

`That is excellent Harry! I could tell when I grasped the locket from the basin that it was a fake. That must be the reason why Regulus was killed. He must have been put in charge of the locket, like Lucius Malfoy and the Diary, and was intending on destroying it. He must have been killed before he could, but hiding it in Grimmauld Place was brilliant of him to do. I am slightly amazed that I did not notice it at Grimmauld Place, but you say it was in Kreacher's cupboard? That may explain it. I was never fond of that house, and by no means spent much time in it, let alone searching it. I can imagine it was not an exciting task.' Harry laughed, knowing full well it was quite the opposite of exciting.

`Is there anything we should know about the potion before using it?' Harry asked, getting back on topic.

`Don't put your hand, or any other part of your body in it for one thing' Dumbledore said.

`Is that what happened to you?'

`Yes, and it was foolish, but needed. Since the Horcrux was in a ring, I gathered wearing the ring would release it. You can't just put the Horcrux in the potion, you have to put it in, and release it. I put the ring on, and the Horcrux activated. I had to dip my hand in, however the soul was aggressive, and moved to my forearm. I had to put up to my elbow in the potion for the soul to loose its power. It was a painful experience I would hope you not to endure.'

`So how do you think the locket is activated?'

`More than likely in the same fashion as the ring. You must have found it with its chain correct?' he asked. Harry nodded. `Then you must have to put the locket on for it to open. It's our luck that no one did put it on while it resided at Grimmauld.'

The door to the office opened, and Professor McGonagall came back inside with some scrolls of parchment in her hands, and a distraught look on her face.

`Potter, I must ask if you could continue this conversation another time. I have something important to talk to Professor Dumbledore' she stated to Harry. Harry bid farewell to Dumbledore and McGonagall, left the office, and headed back to the East Tower, noticing as he passed the library Hermione helping a confused looking Ron. Harry walked up to his dormitory, and opened up his trunk, reaching deep until he felt the cold metal of the locket. He took it out, and observed it carefully.

`In three days . . .'

Three days however proved to be a long time. With a prefects meeting on the Monday night, and their potions essays due on Tuesday, Wednesday seemed like it never wanted to come. When it did finally arrive, the day dragged on forever to Harry as he kept waiting anxiously for the night to come.

Finally when supper came, Harry devoured his meal, and bound his way up to the East Tower quickly. Unfortunately, he ran into Professor Trelawney along the way. She seemed like the year before, or any time for that matter, walking aimlessly through the castle picking out cards in a deck. Of course, Harry tried to dart down another hallway, but her magnified eyes found Harry all too easily in the empty corridor.

`Oh my dear boy, you are troubled I see. The Inner-eye can look deeper than the normal, sometimes a trouble for those gifted like I' she said. Harry could see the stairs to the library and East Tower. He knew getting away from Professor Trelawney would not prove easy, with her ramblings. She was already shuffling through her cards worriedly. Harry felt like the stairs were tormenting him, being so close yet so far away.

`I see most horrible times ahead for you my dear. Evil creeps at the seams, and be weary of those around you. Those seeming untrusting may not be so. I see you are searching . . . for shadows I believe. This quest has a murky ending, but it will come to pass sooner than you believe, and are prepared for' she expressed overly-elaborately. She took her deck of cards, and shuffled them once more, Harry trying to side step her but was unable to, as she moved closer and mimicked his steps. She flamboyantly took a card out of the deck, and shivered at it. Harry had no doubt it foretold death in his future.

`The hanged man,' she whispered hauntingly. `Abandonment. Sacrifice. I see a difficult decision approaching . . .' Harry actually looked at the card, showing a man hanging upside down from his feet scratching it head, and laughed inwardly. The hair of the man looked much like his own.

`Sorry Professor, I have to go' Harry finally got in, as he side stepped his way past the Professor. Just as Harry walked past, she grabbed his wrist, and took a card from under her many shawls.

`Keep this person close' she said wildly, sticking the card in Harry's other hand. She immediately turned and walked away, looking in odd directions and muttering to herself. Harry stood wonder-some for a moment, then continued on his way to the East Tower, sticking the card in his pocket without looking at it. Probably another death card he thought as he climbed the stairs.

Once he entered the common room, he found Hermione already there with the cauldron, the entire room filled with a dull purple fog. The cauldron was smaller than he imagined it would be, almost the size of a muggle basketball. But when he thought of it, the Horcruxes weren't that big really, aside from Voldemort's snake.

As Harry continued inwards, the smell of rotten vegetables mixed with sour milk hit him like a tidal wave. He staggered back when he inhaled, feeling his rushed supper come up on him with a pungency. Hermione looked over, and saw Harry's reaction to the smell.

`Nulfragus' she charmed. Immediately Harry's sense of smell was gone, and he could breath without his food churning. Harry thanked Hermione, and moved over to the simmering cauldron next to Ron, who was watching the thick black liquid apprehensively.

`I have a bad feeling about this' Ron said dreadfully, looking up at Harry.

`We'll take it slow. If there are any problems, we'll get Professor McGonagall or Madam Pompfrey. Is it ready?' Harry asked, unable to keep the shakiness out of the last sentence. Hermione stirred the tar-like potion, nodded apprehensively, and Harry made his way around the room. `I'll go get the Horcrux.'

Harry walked up to his dormitory, and found the locket in the bottom of his trunk where he left it. He looked at the ornate serpentine S imprinted on its face, and bound his way back down to the common room. Both Ron and Hermione were standing a few feet away from the potion waiting for Harry.

`So do we just throw it in and duck?' Ron asked.

`No. Dumbledore told me we have to activate it.' Harry moved closer to the liquid, and could feel his hands tingling with worry.

`How do you think it's activated? We couldn't open it before remember' Hermione said, looking worriedly at the locket in Harry's hand.

`Dumbledore thinks you need to have it around your neck to open it.' Harry took the chain, and started pulling it over his head.

`Harry no! I'll do it' Ron said. Harry shook his head, and placed the chain over his head, and around his neck.

`No Ron. Even you said I was best at defence, and I you need to know how to do Occlumency for this' Harry said firmly. Harry was bending the truth a little, but he didn't want anything to happen to Ron. A lot of things could go wrong, and Harry couldn't start to explain how he would feel if Ron was hurt, or worst. This was Harry's job; Ron and Hermione, he promised himself, would come as far from harm as possible.

Ron looked to Hermione for support, but found none. Hermione merely glanced at Harry, and nodded. Harry was glad she didn't try to convince him not to. Harry moved closer to the cauldron, and Ron and Hermione stood on the other side facing him.

`I'll need you to open it once it's under' Harry requested. Hermione nodded, her eyes wide with worry, and her brow contorted oddly, showing her fear. Harry gave her a warm smile, telling her it would be alright. She grinned back weakly, and Harry looked to the tar coloured potion. He gradually leaned over, allowing the locket to dangle over the surface, and slowly lowered himself until the locket was fully immersed and no longer visible. The potion continued to sit still, and Harry looked up to Hermione again, who had her wand pointing to were the locket would be.

`Patefacio'

A roar, much like that of wind barreling its way through a wind tunnel filled the entire common room. The potion was bubbling violently, and dark green fumes were erupting off its surface. Harry felt the locket tug itself downward, pulling Harry's face closer to the surface. Harry wildly reached out, and both Hermione and Ron grabbed his arms to help support him. The locket continued to weigh heavier, as the potion bubbled even more, and began turning violet.

The chain started turning black close to the potion's surface as if corroding, and the blackness slowly slithered its way up towards Harry. Harry began panicing, as the locket continued to weight him down, the chain digging into his neck painfully. He could hear Voldemort's evil laugh enter his mind, followed by his snake like voice, and he closed his eyes to keep control.

`You try and destroy my Horcrux? You will learn that no one can stop Lord Voldemort' the voice seethed. Harry could feel the chain begin to shake, and Voldemort's voice began speaking again in Harry's head, all the while his scar flaring up in pain. Ron made a quick move and held Harry's shoulders so his head wouldn't fall into the cauldron, but it was hard. The locket was pulling Harry into the portion with a force neither of them could equal. Hermione saw the anguish on Harry's face as it moved closer to the surface, took her wand, and cut the chain before the blackness reached his neck. Voldemort's voice immediately stopped as the chain fell entirely into the potion, and Harry flew backwards several steps with fright, along with Ron and Hermione.

Harry tried steadying himself, and succeeded slightly, giving Ron and Hermione, who still look concerned, and nod towards the cauldron, his scar still searing. The three quickly went back to the potion, and found it churning and turning a horrible greenish-brown. It continued for a moment, before calming instantly. The howling sound stopped, and Harry looked apprehensively at Ron and Hermione.

They looked back at the potion, and just as they leaned, a piercing scream hit the three of them as they covered their ears, Harry only covering one as his other hand was drawn to his scar. The potion's surface shimmered, and began reflecting a shadowy face. Harry looked, and found the face of Tom Riddle from the memories he saw last year, yelling out in what had to be horrible pain. The face slowly dissolved away, along with the scream, and the potion slowly turned putrid green. Once it settled, the face and the scream gone, the locket floated to the top, along with the broken chain. The three friends stood for a few moments just staring at the cauldron, the mist breaking up in the room, and Harry looked to Ron and then Hermione.

`Thanks for keeping me here' he said. Hermione looked at Harry, tears in her eyes, and she hugged him ferociously. Harry, the elation of surviving what happened, and once more finding himself hugging Hermione, returned the hug heartily. He closed his eyes, and the soft flowery honeysuckle once again filled his head. Harry didn't care about his earlier thoughts from the week, or how his sense of smell came back, and he inhaled the scent of her hair deeply. His hands wrapped around her waist, and found himself smiling at the multitude of sensations he was feeling, which was causing his chest to flutter.

He felt Hermione easing, and he reluctantly let go. She smiled up at him with bleary eyes, and she gave a glance at Ron. Harry turned, and found Ron with a small grin on his face. Harry stood in front of him, and the two embraced in a brotherly hug. They held it for a moment, before breaking smiling at each other. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, laughed lightly, and embraced as friends. Harry watched and was glad to see them back to normal. They let go, and the three looked back at the cauldron. Hermione vanished the now worthless potion, leaving the open locket and broken chain. Harry picked it up, and looked at it thinking.

`What should we do with it?' Ron asked. Harry grasped his hand around it, and decided.

`Keep it. In the end, Voldemort might like to know what's happen to his precious trinkets' Harry said. A mischievous smile grew on Ron's face, and Harry found himself bouncing back upstairs with the now useless locket. Harry placed it back in his trunk, and upon closing it, couldn't help himself laughing with contentment at what happened.

They destroyed a Horcrux. They were actually succeeding. Best of all, no one was hurt. They found a Horcrux, a way to destroy it, they made the potion, and pulled it off without trouble. Harry stood up, and found himself so full of energy and happiness that he jumped up in the air with glee. He fell onto his bed, and placed his hands on his face laughing. His mind was already looking ahead to his next task.

He took his hands and placed them behind his head while he stared at the ceiling of his four poster smiling happily. He laughed, as he took the playing card that Professor Trelawney gave him out, knowing already which card she gave him even though not looking at it.

This last moment with Hermione made Harry realize the truth to Topher's question. He knew the answer. He laughed at Trelawney's advice to “keep this person close”. He definately planned to do that now. He put the card above him, and flipped it over to show the face: the queen of hearts.

*

Harry thought over the next days, and decided to go through with the Unbreakable Vow. Hermione and Ron helped him research it, and pick out questions to ask. Topher said he would keep his questions clean, but said nothing about Harry's. He picked three things to get reassurance or answers too, and was able to get Professor McGonagall to meet him and Topher the Saturday night.

`An Unbreakable Vow! Potter, are you sure?' Professor McGonagall asked on the Saturday night in the defence classroom. They kept it there so that there would be no problems. Plus, after the vow was complete, they would discuss the answers between each other.

`I'm sure Professor. This is just a way to make sure we answer each other's questions truthfully' Harry reassured. Topher nodded.

`Yes Professor, that's it. You have permission to break the Vow if any of my questions are out of line. Only mine. Harry can ask anything he wants. Two Vows for Harry, Three for me, that's it.' McGonagall looked to Harry again, and he smiled to tell her it was alright. She nodded slowly, and the two men placed their arms on Topher's desk, locking them together. Harry was first to speak.

`Will you Topher, tell me truthfully if you are loyal to Hogwarts and myself, before leaving this classroom?'

`I will' he answered, a sting of flame coming out of Professor McGonagall's wand and placing around their arms. It felt warm to Harry's skin, like the electric blanket Dudley had that Harry was never allowed to use.

`Will you Harry, tell me truthfully if you are fighting Voldemort before leaving this classroom?'

`I will' Harry responded, and another thread of fire burst from Professor McGonagall's wand, and wrapped itself around their arms, creating a crossing weave of fire.

`Will you Topher, tell me truthfully why you are asking these questions tonight, before leaving this classroom?'

`I will.' Again, another band of flame wrapped around their arms. The strings of fire didn't bind closely to Harry's arm, but kept his hand locked with Topher's. Topher's last question was next, and he knew Professor McGonagall would think of breaking the Vow with it.

`Will you Harry, tell me truthfully if you are in love with Hermione Granger, before leaving this classroom?' Professor McGonagall looked wildly at Topher, then Harry.

`Do you want me to break it Harry?' she asked, himself taking notice of his first name. He shook his head, and looked back at Topher.

`I will.' With that, yet another cord of flame wrapped around their arms. Harry could barely see his arm now, it encased in so many strings. Harry had only his last question to ask, then he could get his answers.

`Will you Topher, tell me truthfully why I should trust you, before leaving this classroom?' Harry found it surprising that Topher smiled at this, but nodded.

`I will.' The final chord of fire spewed out of Professor McGonagall's wand, and overlaid the other strings. Professor McGonagall moved her wand, and placed it on Harry and Topher's hands.

`Solfragis Perletum.' The fire that incaspulated their arms slowly dissolved into their skins. It did not hurt Harry, but it was on the brink of hot. Once the fire was gone, Harry and Topher let go and bid Professor McGonagall farewell. Once she was gone, Topher locked the door to the classroom, gave a swish of his wand, and came back to sit down. He was smiling, and Harry was a little too, finally glad he would know the truth.

`Now Harry, realize that we must tell the truth. If one of us doesn't, it'll be obvious when that person walks out of the room and dies. Don't be worried' he said quietly as Harry's face probably showed his sudden concern. He knew he would tell the truth, but he worried if he made a mistake and didn't. `Just tell the truth as you know it, and it'll be fine.' Harry took a breath, and calmed.

`O.K. I'll go first to easy you a little. So, firstly yes, I am loyal to Hogwarts, and to you Harry. From the time I arrived here in September, I have always been loyal to you and Hogwarts, and all those opposed to Lord Voldemort.' Harry smiled, however feeling a little upset that he didn't just trust Topher. Then again, the scene from last week's lesson made him remember why he was being cautious.

`You're next question' Topher said, scratching his chin trying to remember, `was why I am asking these questions to you tonight. The answer, for the first, is because I want to know for sure you are fighting Voldemort. You say you are, but I want to confident that it is true. The second question . . . is because Dumbledore asked me to find out' he explained. Harry's mouth could not stop from falling open.

`Dumbledore told you to ask me about Hermione?' Harry replied in disbelief.

`Well, not specifically Hermione, but yes, he did. He said your fate would reside with your love; and who you loved would become very important this year. I asked you right away to see if there was already a lady in your life, but you said no. I realized afterwards I came on too strong, but when I found that memory of you and Hermione hugging, I could tell there was something about that girl. When I saw you two around the castle, I knew then you were in love, even if not admitting it. With asking you now, it makes it much easier since if it true, we can move onto more difficult training and away from Occlumency and Legilimency for a time. If not, well, then it is no concern for us now.'

`Why would the person I love be important? Does it have anything to do with your research?' Harry asked.

`Yes, in a sense. Who you love gives you focus, and power. You've already been using it with Occlumency. That memory of you and Hermione, it was forcing itself in front of other memories. It's something I've heard about in texts, but never experienced. It is a remarkable feat to accomplish, and you did it with ease, focusing your mind and getting lost in that memory. Other powers and focus can come, and that's part of my research.' He opened his bottom drawer of his desk, and pulled out the old parchment rolls, laying one out to show Harry. It was written in runes and other strange writings.

`This ties in with your last question, why should you trust me. You should, because of the help I have given you, and what I've been doing to aid you without your knowledge. These are very old texts, some dating back to Egypt. Dumbledore said having love in your case is very old magic, so I've had to research far back. I've had no luck really, except a small bit on this page here' he said, pointing to a corner with characters surrounding a gold snake eating its own tail, a stick figure man on the right surrounded by black demon like creatures, and another stick figure man surrounded by outlined demons.

`What is it?' Harry asked wondrously.

`I'm not sure. The runes are very ancient, but from what I've deciphered, it tells of a magic that uses the love of one person to save them, while the hate of another destroy them. I've looked up more of the symbols, but they have many odd meanings. This figure in the middle though' he said, pointing to the snake, `is an Oroborus.'

`A what?' Harry inquired.

`An Oroborus. A snake eating its own tail. It's symbolized throughout history as the cyclic nature of the world, both in the magical and muggle world. How everything comes back to itself in the end. What I think it means' he continued, moving his eyes away from the parchment and to Harry, `is that this magic is connected somehow to how a person has been in the past. Sort of like the past catches up to them. The dark figure' he explained, pointing to the stick man surrounded by the black demons, `I believe is an evil man. The demons are black and menacing, and the pose of the man suggests pain. The other figure however has light demons, and he stands erect. This magic may use the actions of the man against him. If this is the case, this is what you need to fight Voldemort. All the deaths he's caused would be forced back on him, and he would surely perish. You on the other hand, have never killed anyone, and have acted only out of defence and love. You would live' he finished.

`Is there anything else?' Harry asked. Topher sighed, and rolled up the parchment again, putting it back in the bottom drawer.

`Sadly no. I have to go and find more scrolls and check, but they are hard to find. This magic is ancient, very ancient. The scroll I showed you is from Rome, around 300 A.D. It tells of a tail from ancient Egypt about this magic, but even it is incomplete and shotty in detail. Most surviving scrolls from ancient Egypt are now in the Ministry of Magic, and are impossible to get to. But now that you know my allegiance, why I asked these questions, and my research, you believe I'm on your side and you can trust me?' Topher asked. Harry took his seat, amazed at how much Topher had been researching and helping Harry without his knowledge.

`I do, and I'm sorry I didn't earlier' Harry said.

`I told you Harry, never let your guard down. But thank you. Now, I've answered your questions, so it's your turn. Are you fighting Voldemort?'

`Yes, in as many ways as I can' Harry affirmed. He knew the next question was coming, and he could feel his chest shivering answering it.

`Excellent. Now Harry, be honest; are you in love with Hermione?'

Harry thought back to that summer night, so long ago now, and the feeling that spread through him. He remembered her at the Bill and Fleur's wedding, and in that amazing dress. Seeing her in the Head's compartment on the Express, and feeling so right sitting next to her, and all the times in the common room they spent together swept through his mind. Lastly the hug he shared only three days earlier, and how he never wanted to leave it, and all the times in years before he spent with Hermione.

He knew the answer, and there was no doubt or hesitation in his response.

`Yes.'

Spell / Name Meanings:
Nulfragus - L. nul: no, fragro: to smell (Nulfragus - no smell)
Patefacio - L. patefacio - to open (Patefacio = to open)
The Unbreakable Vow Spell, Solfragis Perletum - L. fragilis: fragile / breakable, solus: only / alone, per: by, letum: death (Solfragis Perletum - only breakable by death)

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Christmas Tradition

`This is getting out of hand! Look at this' Ron said while looking over the Daily Prophet.

It was the first week of December, and the ending of November saw Death Eater attacks increase dramatically, muggle attacks the most. It was rumored among the students that the Ministry was starting to crumble under the overwhelming pressure. Obliviators worked almost non stop, jumping from place to place to keep muggles in line, and cover stories in muggle newspapers were becoming comical. The Daily Prophet had a field day when the Ministry used a sudden forest fire as the cause for destroying four muggle homes just north of Bury St. Edmunds in East Anglia. No forests grew within twenty kilometers of the houses, since they were all farms.

The wizarding world was also under immense pressure, even Hogwarts. Within the last few weeks, Aurors could be found patrolling the corridors more, and Umbridge was beginning to encroach on students, stopping them in the halls and interrogating them. Professor McGonagall got wind of her actions quickly, and put an end to it, but everyone was still on edge with the mounting tension.

`Well, more students won't be coming back after Christmas break then I guess' Harry responded to the article. A family of half blooded wizards was found murdered in their house the day before. What separated this from the other families massacred was that the father was an Auror, and the mother a Ministry official for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Both served for years in the Ministry, and had two daughters, eleven and eight. The Dark Mark was found over their home, located somewhere in Northampton. It shook many of the families in Britain, and some students were already gone from Hogwarts, while many others questioned if they would be returning to the school after the Christmas break.

`I do hope enough students stay. I mean, Hogwarts is still one of the safest places to be. The last attack to happen even close to the castle was in Banchory over a month ago' Hermione remarked, taking a bite of her toast. Harry, like so many times lately, found his eyes lingering on Hermione for a moment, taking careful notice of her appearance. She looked refreshed, energetic and ready for the day with books in hand, like she did most mornings. He couldn't help but feel more alive when he saw her, even on mornings when he was extremely tired.

`We have our own things to worry about anyways. Are you two still up to seeing Hagrid today?' Harry asked. The three of them finally made their way to Hagrid's a few weeks earlier, but it was a short visit. Hagrid told them the Centaurs were causing some grief for Grawp, so he couldn't leave him alone as much. They all decided to meet up again later, and Hagrid mentioned this particular morning being best. It was a Saturday, so time was available for the trio as well.

Ron, who was taking a drink of his pumpkin juice, put it down and gave a frown. `Sorry Harry. I'm working on that defence project Professor Terrwynebas set. I have to go and check who I'm partnered with, so I can get a good start at it. I'm just hoping it's not Nott. He's such a pompous slug' Ron expressed.

Topher told the sixth and seventh years that the next assignment would be in advanced defence. They would be paired with someone else in the class, and their project was to find how best the two's magical abilities could be merged for defensive purposes. Topher at the time still had to make the pairings, but said they would be done by the Saturday morning.

`I still want to see Hagrid, regardless of who I am partnered with. Even though he might go too hard on the Mulled Mead sometimes, I feel terrible not seeing him more, especially after what happened with Dumbledore' Hermione stated. Ron finished his pumpkin juice, and looked to Harry and Hermione.

`Well if you two go, tell Hagrid I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I need a good mark in defence, and if I pull this project off, Topher might start liking me.'

`What do you mean start? He does like you' Harry asserted.

`He's stricter on me, like I need to prove something. I asked him why, and he said I need it. A bunch of rubbish if you ask me, I think he gets off on it' Ron alleged. Hermione rolled her eyes, but only so that Harry noticed.

The three started their way to the Defence classroom, and met up with Luna and Ginny along the way. They were wondering themselves who they would get paired with. Topher gave no specifics as to how he was matching the students. All they knew was that a presentation of each pairs combined magic was due the last day before Christmas break.

`Hey, maybe we'll be paired up! That'd be fun' Ginny said to Luna, who was, as usual, floating along the corridors and absently gazing out the windows or around the hallways. Harry wondered sometimes what went through her mind when she looked like this, which was most of the time.

`I've been told stories of combined magic, and wonder if Professor Terrwynebas knows about Letifer Lightning' Luna said distantly.

`Letifer Lightning?' Ginny asked, Hermione rolling her eyes for the second time that morning, making Harry grin once more. Her eyes set back on Harry, and he suddenly found it hard to do anything but smile weakly at her.

`It's a deadly lightning that kills people who try to combine magic. It strikes one in every thirty eight thousand wizards, roughly speaking' Luna explained. Ron stifled his laughter as they came to the classroom doorway.

` ”Roughly speaking” ' Ron remarked to Harry as they walked through the doorway.

Topher was once again looking over the ancient parchments. His appearance told Harry he found time to sleep, which Harry was glad to see. Topher quickly flicked his wand, and the parchments rolled up, and flew into his bottom drawer.

`Here for your pairing I presume?' he asked to the group of five. They all nodded quietly, and Topher moved to the side of the room, and retrieved a wicker basket; placing it on his desk, and motioning the group to come closer.

`Rather than pair you myself, and get many complaints, I've placed all your names in this basket. The basket will pick the pairs, and spit them out. All you have to do is say your name, and your name, along with your partner's will pop out. So who is up first?' he asked contentedly. He seemed quite excited about this choosing process.

The five were apprehensive at first, but Ginny stepped forward, and moved in front of the basket.

`Ginny Weasley' she said to the basket. A small piece of parchment floated out, followed by another. The two combined into one single piece, and floated onto the desk. Ginny picked it up, and her shoulders fell.

`I'm with Neville' she frowned looking back at Luna. Luna smiled back, and Ginny walked back to the group. `Oh well, always up for a challenge' she added lightly.

Neville, in the last few months, improved vastly in defence. He still had some problems, like everyone else, but he learned quickly. His clumsiness, although still apparent, was diminishing, and his attitude started showing it. He no longer hunched when walking or kept quiet like years before; now he walked straight, and spoke clear and confidently. He even helped out students in lower years with Herbology homework, being that he was at least tied for top with Hermione in that subject. Harry noticed how students gave him respect now, and he was glad to see it.

`Alright, Ron you're next' Topher said. Ron walked up and said his name, and the same method of selection occurred once more. Ron shakily took the parchment, and let out a laugh, turning around looking astounded.

`I'm doing the project with Luna' he revealed. Harry looked over to Luna for a response, but found none. She just stared at Ron, smiled, one of her hands playing with her blonde hair.

`Excellent. Now Harry' Topher said, motioning towards the basket. Ron staggered back between Hermione and Luna, and looked back to Harry. Harry cautiously said his name, and two pieces of parchment came out, combining into one. Harry bent down and looked at the names, feeling himself instantly blush.

`Hermione' he stated. He turned, and found Hermione looking relieved, and smiling. Harry walked back, and pocketed the parchment. He turned back to see Topher smiling with both sides of his mouth.

`Alright, well, off you go! Harry, a word please' he asked. Hermione told Harry she would wait outside the classroom, and the rest left, Ron talking to Luna about practicing. Harry walked back to Topher's desk, and looked at the basket, then Topher.

`Did you do that on purpose?' he questioned discontentedly. Harry admitted he was in love with Hermione, but he didn't want Topher playing matchmaker.

`Believe me Harry, I didn't. I charmed the basket into pairing people who had some magical connection. The whole point of this project is to find what that connection is. The basket may have thought you and Ron could be paired, maybe even you and Luna, but you and Hermione seemed to have the strongest connection. But I'll say again, I didn't tell it to pair you two specifically. I am however looking forward to what connection you find.' Harry looked away to the window to avoid Topher's smile again, knowing he would blush once more.

`You wanted to talk about something?' Harry asked, remembering Hermione was waiting, as was Hagrid.

`Yes. I was talking to Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore about my lessons, and I found a problem. Dueling will take too long for me to cover. We have too many important topics to learn, and I can't cut any of them without leaving serious gaps. I would love to just teach a dueling outside class, but I don't have the time. I have to continue research, and my own defence learning. When said I couldn't teach dueling, Dumbledore mentioned you.' Topher took his seat, leaning back and placing his hands behind his head, and Harry sat down in front of the desk.

`Harry, a few years ago, you ran a dueling club correct? Now I know you have enough on your plate as it is, but this is something students need to understand. You know this better than any of them. Would you be willing to restart this club?'

Harry honestly didn't want to start Dumbledore's Army again. The DA was primarily a way for Harry to rebel against Umbridge when she took over in fifth year. He wanted others to learn dueling, and he enjoyed seeing students progress with spells, but it took time to make lessons, and teach them. In fifth year, Harry had the time to spare, but now, he didn't have enough of it. Adding more wood to the fire would not help keep it under control.

`Topher, I can't. I have too many things going right now; I don't have the time' Harry responded regretfully. Topher moved forward in his chair, and took an object out of his dark green robes. He glanced at it, and then looked at Harry.

`There is a way, you could have the time' he attested softly, taking the object and placing it on the desk for Harry to see. Harry leaned in, and picked it up carefully, remembering the last time he saw it; in third year, and around Hermione's neck.

`A Time Turner? But I thought using one was forbidden?'

`Not forbidden, just ill-advised. This Time Turner was Professor Dumbledore's. It belongs to Hogwarts now, but it's meant for special circumstances. Very special circumstances. If you agree to teaching, you would be allowed to use this to have the time available. You would only be allowed to use it for this dueling club, nothing else. Now, Hermione is waiting for you, so if I could have that please' he said, gesturing to the Time Turner. Harry handed it back, and he stood up, as did Topher.

`Think about it Harry. The professors are worried about students not coming back after Christmas. If you announce you're going to be teaching dueling classes in the new year, some might return for it. Let me know as soon as possible what your answer is' he said. Harry left the room, and he and Hermione made their way to Hagrid's hut. Harry mentioned Topher's proposal, and Hermione seemed to agree with him.

`I think it would be a wonderful thing to start the DA again. People need it Harry, more now than ever. Plus if what the Sorting Hat comes true, students will have to know how to duel in case the worst should happen' Hermione commented as they trudged through the snow. A path was carved out of the plain of snow that covered the ground, but it was very narrow, and getting good footing proved difficult.

A few times Hermione almost fell over, but Harry was quick to grab her. He could feel his insides shivering when he would have his hands on her sides helping her up. He had been close to Hermione like this before, but he found himself feeling very nervous now. A few times the thought of just kissing her crept in, but by time he decided no, she was already walking ahead of him, and he had to run to catch up.

Once they reached Hagrid's cabin, Harry gave a hollow knock on the door, and the two waited. It was cold outside, and both Harry and Hermione were keeping their arms close to themselves to preserve any warmth. Hagrid opened the door, and Harry instantly knew Hagrid was in a good mood.

`Harry, Hermione! Com'on in!' he boomed to the two of them, wearing an almost idiotic looking smile. Harry and Hermione exchanged odd looks, but thankfully entered. Once they took their winter robes, they saw the reason for Hagrid's smile.

`Bonjour Madame Maxime' Hermione charmed to the overly-large woman, who was sitting down at the table with Hagrid. Both of them were sitting within close distance, but did not seem to be in one of those lovey-dovey moods, something Harry was thankful for.

`Bonjour Miss Granger, Hagrid was joost telling me about you t-oo. Congratulation in receiving ze post of `ead boy and girl' Madame Maxine said. Harry looked at Hermione apprehensively.

`You know Hagrid, we can come back another time if you'd like' he started, Hagrid putting up a waving hand in response.

`No, yeh not be needin' to do that Harry. Olympe here just stopped by for a spot `o tea is all. Com'n pull up a chair' he said cheerfully. Harry and Hermione took two smaller wooden chairs from the side, and set them next to the large table. Once they sat down, silence filled the cabin for a moment, before Madame Maxime stood. Harry wondered if her head would hit the ceiling, but luckily it didn't.

`Well, I should get goe-ing. I `ave busy-ness to do in `ogsmede. Nice to see you `arry and `ermione' she expressed. Harry and Hermione waved goodbye, and Hagrid escorted her out the door. He looked back at Harry and Hermione, and the two gave him a contented smile before he closed the door. Once Harry heard the doorknob click shut, he turned to Hermione.

`They're definitely still going out' he declared. Hermione smirked as she looked back at the door.

`Well, I think it's a good thing. I couldn't imagine Hagrid trying with someone else. They are made for each other.'

`In more ways than one' Harry added. They looked at each other, and burst into chuckles, knowing full well what Harry meant. Their laughter died down slowly, and silence again filled the cabin. Harry was looking around the inside of the cabin, however his eyes periodically fell onto Hermione. Harry smiled a little when he noticed her twiddling her thumbs on her lap. She couldn't feel nervous too, could she?

`What are you doing for Christmas?' Hermione asked suddenly.

`Well, Ron's not sure if his parents will be staying at the Burrow. The Delacours invited them to France for Christmas, and Mr. Weasley's just waiting to see if he can make a secure Floo connected that will work properly. Sounds like they will be going though, so I'll probably be staying here. What about you?'

`I was planning on spending time with my parents and family, but I'm not sure if it will be safe. The Order put protection on my family, I asked them to over the summer, but you remember Remus' last letter. The Order is having a hard time, and they're stretched thin, so I might stay here. I can see my parents for a few days maybe, but not the whole time. Besides, we should use the time to research' she said matter of factly.

Mentioning staying at Hogwarts made the inside of Harry's stomach backflip, and sent his mind into thoughts of walking down deserted and chilly corridors with Hermione, hand in hand, stopping periodically to kiss, without a care as to if someone would find them.

`I'm sure you'll figure it out' Harry responded, shaking his head back to reality.

`Have you gotten any gifts yet?'

`No, not really. We haven't been to Hogsmede since the summer. Maybe when students go home I'll go and get some things. How about you?' Harry asked.

`Well, I have a few things, but I do need to get the bulk of gifts. Maybe if I stay, we can go together, Ron too' Hermione proposed.

`Sounds good' Harry said, as the door to the cabin opened up again, and Hagrid came barging in from the cold. He gave his head a shake, causing a cascade of frozen ice and snow to fall.

`Sorry `bout that. Olympe and I haven't seen each other in a while' he explained, striding over and taking his usually seat, which creaked in protest to the weight being pushed on it.

`You two still seeing each other?' Hermione inquired. Hagrid shifted in his seat, causing it to creak even more.

`Well . . . I mean . . . I guess so, yeah. Wit' Dumbledore's death and all, we decided ter take `er easy. I'm hopin' once all this is over wit', me and her can get tergether' he added sincerely. Harry looked at Hagrid for a moment, and was about to change topics when Hermione did it for him.

`How are things with Grawp and the Centaurs?' she asked, looking to Harry, who smiled for her thinking. Harry felt bad for Hagrid and Madame Maxime, but he knew how easily Hagrid could get emotional over things, and didn't want him to, at least not this visit.

`Grawpy's doin' alright'. The Centaurs are still causin' troubles, but I got'em in a good spot right now. I'm settin' up his Christmas Tree next week, yer welcome ta join me if yeh'd like' he invited cheerfully.

`Sorry Hagrid, we have a project for Professor Terrwynebas to do, and need the time' Harry replied. Hagrid nodded solemnly, but he was looking down again.

`Do you know Professor Terrwynebas Hagrid? You seemed pretty chummy with him at the beginning of the year' Hermione said.

`Topher? Yeh I know `em. He's a good lad. Both parents dead, and livin' by himself by eighteen. Dumbledore, good man, gave him the position. He's good at defence against the dark arts' Hagrid explained. Hermione asked how he knew, and Hagrid seemed to lighten a bit, moving away from the more depressing topics.

`Met `em last year, when Dumbledore had his meetin' with him. Found out his father, Torrin, was killed by them dirty rottin' Death Eaters just after You Know Who came back. He ended up livin' on his own fer a while, but Dumbledore watched'em. He came early in the summer an' helped me rebuild my hut, while I showed `em around the castle. He's a good lad, and mighty good at defence. His father was an Auror Trainer.'

`An Auror Trainer? Do they exist?' Harry asked disbelievingly.

`Well, yeh gotta have trainers now don't yeh! `Course he was, one o' the best Dumbledore told me. He was retired o'course, but he taught Topher a lot. After loos'n his wife, he wanted Topher ter be ready for anythin'. That's why he home school'd `em. Didn' want ter take any chances.'

`Wow, I never knew' Hermione whispered. Hagrid got up, and made his way to the stove, and put a kettle on.

`Yeah, well, don't be tellin' him I told yeh that. I heard from Dumbledore mostly, and a little from himself. He's very quiet `bout it all, `specially wit' that friend of his' Hagrid said while looking over the stove.

`What friend?' Harry asked. Hagrid looked down at the kettle, then started shaking his head.

`I shouldn'a said that. Never you mind `bout that' he instructed, upset at himself for letting out that information.

Although Harry wanted to know more about this friend, he knew not to push it. Hagrid was already in a worried state about all the happenings, and with the prospect of Hogwarts closing due to lack of students. Harry and Hermione stayed with Hagrid for a while, but had to get back to the castle to do more research.

As they bid farewell to Hagrid, they started their way back up to the castle. It was snowing now, and the sun had set already, giving the entire scene a wonderful blue hue. The snow, the castle, the sky; all of it was draped in ever darkening shades of sapphire. Hermione was walking in front of Harry, and even in the cold of the evening, he could still place the scent of her hair in the crisp night air.

`I'm famished. I swear, once I get to the castle, I'm going directly to the Great Hall' Hermione commented as she made her way up the snowy path, her feet crunching all the while.

`I think Ron must be coming off on you' Harry chuckled. Hermione stopped and turned in the path. She smiled sweetly at him, her hand quietly picking up some snow. Harry knew what was coming.

In a flash, both of them were pelting snow balls at each other, laughing all the while. The battle was in full swing, and Harry found himself cheerfully smiling as snow balls whipped by him, while he darted off the path and into the snowy embankments.

Harry was good at dodging Hermione's poorly aimed snow balls, and soon Hermione was running to the castle as fast as her feet would take her, Harry following quickly, throwing the odd snow ball at her back. Harry laughed when one would find its mark, as she would scream and try to run faster.

Soon after she entered the Entrance Chamber, Harry ran in behind her, and to his surprise, found the hall empty. Wondering, he turned around, only to get a snow ball square in the face. Hearing a girlish laugh, he wiped the snow off his face, and found Hermione standing in the doorway in a fit of laughter, propping herself up against the doorframe. Harry slowly walked over, and she put her hand up, trying to stop and catch her breath so she could speak.

`Truce?' she gasped, as she slowly came back to normal breathing, and stood up without the aid of the doorframe. She put her hand out to shake, and Harry took it, smirking all the while, knowing what lie in his left hand. They let go, and just as Hermione turned to close the doors, Harry took the small melting piece of ice he was hiding, and slipped it down the back of her shirt.

It was Harry's turn to laugh now, as she erupted into shivers, and gave off a high pitched, but soft cry, as the ice slowly made it down her back. Her arms immediately shot upwards to her shoulders, and she slowly turned around, her face shocked and appalled at Harry's action.

`Harry! That's ice cold!' she seethed as she gave another shiver. Harry still was laughing.

`Way to point out the obvious professor' he chuckled, receiving a slap on the shoulder.

`I'm going to get back at you Harry Potter' she threatened. Harry's laughter subsided, and he offered his arm. She shook herself for a moment, gave a relaxed smile, and accepting his arm, the two making their way to the Great Hall.

Many of their fellow sixth and seventh years were talking about the defence project as they ate. Neville and Ginny were talking to each other about practice times, while Ron mentioned he and Luna had already ruled out some possibilities for their combined magic.

`Well, it's not our patronus', or disarming. We spent a while just going over some different spells, and some combined, but nothing really big happened' he commented.

`Were you able to contain yourself while working?' Hermione asked.

`Once we started working, she turned out alright. She stopped all that “crumpled this” and “girfneimer that.” She's actually pretty likable once she relaxes a little' he said, getting back to his chicken pie. Ginny whispered something to Hermione, and the two shared a small fit of giggles.

`What?' Ron asked.

`Do you have a thing for Luna?' she asked, breaking into giggles again. Ron's cheeks turned rosy, and her giggles increased, and spread to Hermione as well.

`Would you two keep it down!' Ron whispered loudly. Ginny put her hand to her mouth, and muffled her laughs. It took a bit of effort.

`Since when?' Hermione asked, her laughs able to stop before Ginny's.

`I don't know, just the last few months. Just don't be going and telling her' Ron requested. Ginny broke into another fit of giggles again, her face growing redder by the second from the constant laughing. `What?' Ron said, beginning to get upset.

`Ronny and Loony, sittin' in a tree' she started, however not getting any farther from her and Hermione bursting into laughter again. It took Harry a lot of effort not to laugh as well, but he was luckily able to keep it to a smile. Ron of course, was not pleased.

For what must have been the first time in his life, Ron left his plate, which still had food on it, and left without looking back. Ginny's face fell as he got up, and she tried to tell him it was just joke, but Ron was concentrated too much in getting away from them to hear. Harry decided to try and go help, telling Hermione he would meet up with her later. Harry walked quickly out, and found Ron walking towards Gryffindor Tower.

`Hey Ron, relax. They were just joking' Harry assured as he got to his side.

`I know Harry. Ginny just reacted like Fred and George would. I just wish once they wouldn't laugh at me' he said quietly, slowing his pace as they started down an empty passage.

`They don't laugh at you Ron. Ginny . . . well, you are right, she has spent too much time around Fred and George, but she's just kidding when she does things like that. I think it's great you like Luna' Harry voiced. He was, of course, glad for Ron in more than one way. Now that he admitted he liked someone else, this meant he was over Hermione. At least Harry hoped that's what it meant.

`Well, thanks Harry. I mean, Luna is a weird one, but I like that about her. A lot of these girls, they're all the same. Hermione is different, but we didn't work out, which is fine. With Luna, she is different, and I just don't mean with the-` he turned his index fingers around the side of his head, making a crazy-like pose. `She's changed a lot since fifth year.'

By this time, the two were walking up to the seventh floor, and to the Fat Lady. Ron gave the password, and the two entered the empty common room. Everyone was eating supper, so it was not surprising to find it empty.

Once they sat down, Ron gave a sigh, and looked at the fire with a sullen expression. Harry looked out the window, watching the white flakes of snow gather on the windowsill.

`Do you think it's ever going to end?' Ron asked.

`What?'

`This war. Lavender left yesterday after those attacks near her family's house, and even Seamus is talking about leaving. He said there are less attacks in Ireland, so he might be better to go there. I just get worried about Mum and Dad. Everyone knows we're blood traitors, and you know as much as I do, that some Death Eaters would love to sack home.' The picture from Harry's dream of the Dark Mark floated into his mind again, but he pushed it out quickly.

`It'll be over soon Ron. Don't worry about your folks, they'll be fine. Your mum could take on five Death Eaters, and would still have time to yell at them to tuck in their shirts' he said, receiving a smile from Ron. Harry looked over to the door, wondering when Hermione and Ginny would be getting here. Ron looked at Harry, then the door.

`So how was the visit with Hagrid?' he asked, breaking the quietness.

`It was alright. Madame Maxime was there visiting, but she left. Hagrid's doing alright though. Found out Topher's father was an Auror Trainer.'

`They have those?' Ron asked, Harry grinned.

`Yeah. I think I might ask Topher about it' Harry answered, looking back at the door. Ron smiled, as he looked at Harry, and how he was drumming his fingers on the couch without noticing.

`Do you like her mate?' he asked. Harry was still looking at the doorway, and snapped his head over when he realized Ron said something.

`Sorry, what?' said Harry. Ron chuckled.

`Do you like her?' he asked again. Harry's hand began to drum faster.

`Who?'

`Professor Trelawney. Who do you think! Hermione.' Harry took his drumming hand and clasped it in his other, to dampen it. It didn't work that well, and he found his hands sweating, knowing full well that Ron was looking right at him.

`I don't know' Harry answered. He didn't know how Ron would react, and didn't want to start a fight. Ron smiled again, and looked at Harry thoughtfully.

`Look mate, it's fine if you do. I think it'd be great if you did. I still like Hermione, but she's a friend. I won't hate you if you like her' he said wisely. Harry lowered his head and allowed a sigh out. He was extremely glad Ron understood the situation. He had to admit, he was also surprised by his comments, but they were men now, so being childish about problems didn't occur as much now.

`I do like her Ron, more than anyone else. I'm sorry' Harry expressed quietly.

`Sorry for what?' Ron asked oddly.

`About Ginny. I said I broke up with her so she'd be safe, and now I have a thing for another girl.'

`Ginny's fine Harry. Besides, I think she has a thing for a guy' Ron added.

`Who?'

`Heck if I know. She just said some guy she's friends with' he explained. Silence again filled the common room, and Harry looked up from the carpet.

`So what should I do?' Harry asked. He honestly didn't know. He liked Hermione, but didn't want to have Ginny mad at him.

`You like her right?' he asked again. Harry nodded, and he continued. `Then go for it mate. If you're worried about Ginny, then just talk to her. For me, you and Hermione deserve each other' he approved. Harry was smiling at his comments, on a cloud knowing Ron was alright with him liking Hermione.

`Thanks Ron' he said. Ron extended his hand, and the two shook on it. Just then, the portrait hole opened up, and Hermione and Ginny entered.

`About time' Ron said to the two of them, standing up. Ginny walked across the room quickly and whispered something into Ron's ear. The height difference required Ginny to stand on her tip-toes, but she got her message through. Ron's expression turned stone cold and pale, and he looked at Hermione, then Ginny again.

`Oh no' he whimpered, sidestepping Ginny, and running out of the common room frantically. Ginny burst into laughter, as did Hermione as the portrait closed. Ginny turned and saw Harry's perplexed look.

`I told him Hermione and I talked to Luna, and we “accidentally” let it slip that he liked her' she said, laughing again.

`You never even talked to Luna, did you?' Harry asked sarcastically. Ginny continued to laugh, and shook her head. `You guys are evil' Harry added, laughing himself. He could imagine Ron trying desperately to explain to Luna the situation. For once he would sound weirder than her. Ginny took a seat on one of the couches sighing, and Hermione went upstairs to the girl's dormitory.

`She asked if she could look at one of my spell books for something. She told me Professor Terrwynebas asked you to start up the DA again.'

`Yeah, I don't know, it's an idea. They don't even know who's coming back after Christmas' Harry explained, taking a seat next to Ginny on the couch.

`If you're teaching dueling, more people will return than you think. Trust me.' Harry smiled as his mind returned to Hermione, and he began twiddling his thumbs again. Ginny looked closely at Harry, then glanced up at the dormitory.

`Just ask her out Harry. She likes you' Ginny said out of the blue. Harry, shocked, looked at Ginny.

`Gin, we broke up-`

`We broke up because we wanted to. We're friends now Harry, and if you start going out with Hermione, believe me, I'll be very happy' she maintained. Harry sighed.

`Am I that obvious? Both you and Ron knew.'

`She's not sure about you liking her, but trust me, she likes you Harry. She has for years.' Harry couldn't believe what Ginny was saying, but had no time to digest it. The door opened, and Hermione came back down the stairs.

`Thanks Ginny. Should we get going Harry?' she asked, her face bathed in the amber light from the fire, flickering on her cheeks and intensifying the ripples in her hair. Harry couldn't help but stare at her, knowing that she liked him. She actually liked him. Harry had been wondering about it for a few weeks, and now he knew the truth. He nodded, and in the process of standing up, felt his knees shake. Ginny gave him a smile, and Harry and Hermione left Gryffindor Tower.

*

`Simula Protego!' Ron and Luna yelled together while standing back to back in the last defence class before Christmas. A blue transparent sphere enveloped the two of them, and Topher motioned some in the class to try throwing jinxes and spells at the two. Every spell bounced back from the orb, and Topher clapped, along with most of the class, at their combined magic.

`Excellent! A combined Shielding Charm. Very effective. I wouldn't be surprised if it could diffuse an Unforgivable Curse or two. Good job to both of you' Topher cheered. Ron and Luna moved to the side, and gave each other a hug in happiness.

Ron had, the night Ginny tricked him, made an utter fool of himself in front of Luna, but they started dating. Harry still hadn't come up with the nerve to tell Hermione the truth, but he was becoming edgy with it all. The time they spent working on their combined magic made Harry feel great, and when they would connect physically, by either accident or intentional, shivers would run up his spine and through his chest, making his heart thunder.

`Alright. Ginny and Neville are next. Please take your place, and good luck' Topher encouraged. The two took their spots, smiled at each other as they turned, and stood back to back. Both raised their wands, and tapped their feet.

`Simula Aflatus!' they yelled together. Every person in the room, except Ginny and Neville, were thrown back to the walls of the classroom. People hit the walls, and easily slid down to the ground. Topher made the walls rubberized for the day's class, knowing some spells would cause people to hit them. Once he stood up, everyone again was clapping, Ginny and Neville taking a bow.

`A combined Blasting Curse. Different, but it definitely worked well. Good job. Now, Harry and Hermione' he said, looking over at Harry and smiling.

The two walked to the middle of the room, and Hermione gave him a warm smile, making his heart momentarily melt. They stood back to back, and Harry could feel Hermione's hair grazing his neck like a tiny river of silk. He put up his wand, and could feel Hermione doing the same.

`When you're ready' Topher relayed. Harry nodded, and raised his wand above his head like they practiced. It took them a few days, but they ended up finding a spell that combined excellently. Harry put in his mind, the memory of him and Hermione hugging, and took a deep breath.

`Simula Expecto Patronum!' they both yelled. A blinding white light connected between their wands, and created a sphere around the two of them, radiating outwards in pulses, filling the entire room in an alabaster radiance. Everyone had to cover their eyes, and many fell over in the process.

While the ivory orb encompassed the two of them, Harry felt Hermione's hand reach into his own, and grip it tightly. Harry squeezed back, and he could see the sphere intensify in its brilliance. He lowered his wand, and broke the connection. The white shield died out, and the room returned to normal.

Students in the room stood, and looked awestruck at both Harry and Hermione. Topher stood, helping Theodore Nott to his feet, and walked to the two Heads.

`That was amazing you two! I've read of Patronus Sphere's before, they are quite rare. Very well done! Everyone' Topher announced, turning to the class, `excellent job here! Homework for the holidays: none! Work on your spells and defenses, and I will see you all in the New Year. If you have any questions, feel free to owl me here, or come talk to me.' The class, happy for hearing no homework, exited the classroom joyfully. Many of the students said goodbye to Topher, and wished him a good Christmas. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny waited behind.

`Bloody hell! That was . . . wow!' Ron expounded, giving Harry a clap on the shoulder. Ginny came up and smiled at Harry and Hermione. Harry looked down, and found his chest tremble, seeing he was still holding onto Hermione's hand. Even a small thing like that caused him to feel like jelly.

Once Topher said goodbye to the last student, he turned and put his hands together. `Harry, Hermione, that was an amazing piece of magic. Very well done, all of you. Now, have you decided about running your dueling club Harry?'

`I'll do it. Everyone needs the practice' Harry answered. He knew if the fight was coming to Hogwarts, students would need to know how to duel. If it had to be him to teach them, so be it.

`That's great Harry, really. Thank you very much. I'll be announcing it at tonight's dinner, so students know before leaving on the train tomorrow. Are you staying at Hogwarts or going somewhere for the break?'

`I'm staying here.'

`I will be as well. If you don't mind, could I talk to Harry alone' he asked the others. Everyone left the cold classroom, and Harry took his seat in front of Topher's desk.

`Harry, would you like to accompany me on a trip this Sunday? I have a tradition I do every year, since my father passed away, on December 21st, and I would like for you to come' Topher requested, sitting down in his chair and looking out at the snow falling outside the windows.

`Where do you go?' Harry asked.

`To my parents' graves. I go and visit them every winter solstice. There is something there I think you would be interested in seeing' he explained.

`I can go with you, sure.' They agreed on a time and place to meet, and Harry left for lunch.

*

The morning of the 21st, Harry woke to find a clear blue sky. He was meeting Topher just after lunch, and planned on making a trip to Hogsmede that morning to get Christmas gifts. Hermione, Ron, and Luna were going as well, and they planned on keeping their shopping as brief as possible.

They all met in the Entrance Hall, and left together. Harry and Hermione received permission from Professor McGonagall to allow them to go, provided they had two Aurors with them. At first they were upset with this predicament, but when they reached the gates of the school, they were happy to see some familiar faces.

`Tonks! Baldric!' Harry exclaimed to the two Aurors. Tonks was wrapped up in a warm looking winter cape, while Baldric wore a simple black cloak. Tonks light pink hair clashed violently with the dark blue shade of her cape.

`Wotcher Harry' Tonks replied, motioning the students to walk ahead.

`I didn't know you were an Auror' Harry commented to Baldric, whose hazel eyes continually searched the area around them.

`Magical Law Enforcement had me crash trained in basic Auror practices. I'm not an Auror exactly, but I'll suffice for now' he explained. They walked to Hogsmede easily, and started their shopping.

Hermione and Luna went with Tonks, while Harry and Ron went with Baldric. It took the guys a few hours, but they were able to get all their gifts within reasonable time, save one.

Harry couldn't find a gift for Hermione. He wanted to give her something to show his feelings, but couldn't find a suitable gift. Ron suggested some ideas, but Harry doubted a silver quill would show his love, or perfume like Ron gave her the year before. It was when they entered Stone Sapphire Jewelry Shop that Harry figured he found his store.

`This is perfect. I have to find something here' Harry exclaimed as they entered the small shop, the bell above the door chiming.

Thousands of trinkets and flashy items stood in display cases, all crammed next to each other, making the tiny shop look even smaller. A short, elderly man with tiny spectacles and wispy white hair walked through a small passageway in between two display cases, and approached the men.

`Hello there gentlemen. Are you looking for a gift for a loved one? If so, search no further!' he said jovially. Harry began looking, but found the items either too small, too big, or too much of something else to be perfect. He started looking over a display, when the shopkeeper looked closely at Harry.

`Oh, I remember when I sold that' he said, motioning to his locket. Harry reached at it, and like many times before, shined the exterior of it with his fingers.

`You do?'

`Why yes young sir. Nice chap, bought it for his love. How did you come by it?' the man asked, rubbing his bushy white mustache.

`It was my father's' Harry responded.

`I see. Well, are you looking for that special gift for someone?' the old man asked. Harry nodded, and the scruffy man moved closer. `I think I know just the thing you're looking for.'

The gift Harry was shown was perfect, and he bought it right away. He didn't have to worry about hiding it, and it made the ideal thing to get for Hermione, especially in these circumstances.

They met up with the women, their gifts in tow, and they headed back to the castle. Harry couldn't help but smile at Hermione, knowing the gift he would be giving to her.

Once they entered the castle, they put their items away carefully, and had lunch, Harry leaving early to meet Professor Terrwynebas just outside his classroom. Topher was set with his black winter cloak, and the two of them made their way out of the grounds.

`Now Harry, nothing should happen, but if it does, Apparate away as fast as possible. Come back to Hogsmede. Alright?' he asked. Harry nodded, and the two exited the grounds.

`OK Harry, take my arm. We won't be gone long, but I don't know, you may wish to stay longer than I. In any case; one, two, three!' With a turn, Harry felt the siphoning envelope his body, and as soon as it started, the tube like feeling left, and Harry's feet hit snow covered ground.

The snow was only a few inches thick here, so it wasn't too hard to walk around, compared to the several feet of snow at Hogwarts. Harry looked around, and found himself in a wooded area, which stood next to an empty field. It looked familiar to him.

`Where are we?' Harry asked to Topher, who was now walking down a small path in the woods, moving to a clearing ahead.

`We're just outside North Nibley, near Bristol' he answered, continuing forwards, moving the odd branch out of the way.

North Nibley . . . Harry remembered that name from somewhere. It was not until they came into a clearing in the woods that he noticed a familiar looking road running parallel to the path.

`We're near Godric's Hollow!' Harry proclaimed. Topher stood at the beginning of the clearing, and smiled at Harry.

`Yes we are. My parents are buried here, in this graveyard' he explained, motioning to the area in front of the two, which Harry now saw was littered with simple tombstones. Some rose taller than others, but most stood one or two feet, and were made of black or charcoal coloured stone and granite.

Topher moved around the edge, and walked along until turning, and stepping three steps in, standing in front of two stones. Harry stood farther back, and watched Topher flick his wand, and place a white trillium on each of the graves. He stayed knelling, and cleared the names off the tops.

`Harry, you can come closer' he said quietly. Harry slowly made his way over, his feet crunching on the snow and dead leaves that lay below, and he read the tombstones Topher just cleared.

Torrin Terrwynebas
1942 - 1995
Beloved Father, and Teacher

Eleanor Terrwynebas (Potter)
1948 - 1981
Mother, Wife, and Friend

`Potter?' Harry whispered. He looked to Topher, who was nodding as he stood up. `But that means-`

Topher put up his hand, walked over to another set of tombstones, and wiped the snow off the top again. Harry stood dumbfounded, and Topher encouraged him over. He and Topher couldn't be related, could they?

Harry slowly made his way, and Topher pointed to the tombstones he just wiped. Harry leaned in to read the inscriptions, and his eyes grew wide in astonishment.

James Potter
1958 - 1981
Marauder Forever, and Everlasting Friend

Lily Potter (Evans)
1958 - 1981
Eternally Missed, Mother and Friend

Harry stared at the stones, unable to comprehend where he was, or what he was looking at. For the longest time he could remember, he wanted to visit his parents' graves. With so much happening in the last few months, he forgot of his request to Lupin to see his them. Topher brought Harry back with a calmly placed hand on his shoulder.

`I thought you'd like to see them' he expressed somberly. Harry looked back at him, and gave a thankful smile, as tears welled up in his eyes, while his hands continued to lay on his parents headstones.

Harry felt closer to them now than any other time he could remember. The quietness of the area only increased the peacefulness Harry was feeling, as he slowly lowered himself, and kneeled down on the cold ground in between the two graves. Topher, very quietly, walked away and gave Harry and his parents some time.

`Mom, Dad. I can't believe I've found you' Harry began, talking quietly to the ground. `There's so much I want to say . . . but I don't have the weeks to say them. I just want to let you know . . . I'm alright. School's going well, I've some great friends' he breathed. He could feel the warm tears falling down his cold cheeks, and he lowered his head, and gave a small laugh. `I'm- I'm in love too Mom and Dad. She's great, and I know you'd like her. I have my Christmas gift for her, and Dad, I'll try and make you proud.' Another wave of tears came, and Harry placed his hands on their headstones again.

Somehow, Harry felt his parents were there with him in some respect; that they were always around him, encouraging him and watching out for him. Harry looked at their grave stones, and felt humbled by being there, in the cold forest, his legs freezing from laying on the ground.

Harry saw a shadow reappear, and looked up to see Topher coming back slowly.

`I'm sorry Harry, but we need to get back.' Harry looked back at the stones, and nodded, slowly getting to his feet, and taking a step back.

Topher, seeing the look in Harry's eyes, conjured two white lilies, and gave them to Harry. He placed each on the stones, and kissed them into place. Harry led the way, and slowly walked back and onto the path. They walked quietly, until Harry finally asked the question he was going to ask earlier.

`On your mother's stone, it said “Potter”. Does that mean-?'

`Yes Harry, we're related. My mother's maiden name was Potter, though she was only one of your father's cousins. That would make me a second cousin of yours I believe.'

`So we're family?' Harry asked. Topher stopped where they first Apparated, and smiled.

`In a sense. I thought you'd like to see your parents, and hear that, even distantly, you still have some living family' he maintained. Harry looked back up the path, and back to Topher.

`Thanks Topher. For everything, really' Harry said. Topher smiled, and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.

`Merry Christmas Harry.'

`Merry Christmas.'

*

On Christmas Eve, Harry felt like he was walking on needles. He woke up on the day knowing what he would be doing that night. He couldn't believe it already arrived. He was worried if his plan wouldn't work, and would just cause massive destruction; but having Ron and Ginny express their hopes for Harry, he felt confident things would work alright. Of course, by the way he acted, it was clear he was scared beyond belief.

At breakfast, he was already sitting down at the table when Hermione came in. Wearing some simple muggle clothes, Harry literally fell off his chair. He couldn't believe how wonderful she looked, and internally hated that she had to look so perfect on this day. He knew it would make things harder on him later that night.

`Oh my, Harry, are you alright?' she asked, reaching over, and helping Harry. He accepted her hand, and immediately felt his palms sweating. She gave a tug, and he stood up, running into the table in the process, causing some of the dishes to buckle on the table.

`I'm fine, I'm fine. I . . . um, I have to go and um . . .'

`Help me with a gift' Ron finished. Harry gave Ron a grateful look, and the two left the Great Hall, which was filled by a few dozen students who stayed at Hogwarts. Once they walked out of the Hall, they made their way to the East Tower.

`Harry mate, you're a mess. You need to relax' he advised. Harry laughed harshly.

`Relax! It's impossible, you saw how she looked' he stated.

`Look, just be yourself Harry. It's just Hermione.'

`It's not “just Hermione”' Harry commented, as they entered the common room. Harry threw himself into his seat, and Ron took his normal one from the desk. Harry gave a sigh, and allowed his body to go limp in an effort to relax.

`This is going to be a long day' said Harry to the fire, rubbing his forehead.

As the day moved on, Harry continually found himself around Hermione. He, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Ginny all walked around the grounds, and met up with Hagrid, who was wrapping Grawp's gift. Hagrid was going to show them it, however Harry protested when he heard the “gift” growl.

Once they finished, all of them returned to the East Tower common room, were Harry and Hermione invited other upper year students for a get together for Christmas.

The party, though it was a quiet event, went smoothly, and soon everyone was leaving for supper. Harry and Hermione stayed late, and cleaned up, and just as Hermione was leaving, Harry leaned against the desk and sighed.

`Harry, aren't you coming for supper?' she asked.

`I'll be down in a minute' he answered shakily. She hesitated for a moment, but nodded, and left. Harry walked up to his dormitory, and stood in front of the mirror, trying to encourage himself.

Come on Potter! You love her, and she loves you! Do it after supper! He took his mother's locket, and once more shined it with his hand. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and made his way to the Great Hall.

Once supper was done, Hermione asked if Ron and Luna would be joining them in the Tower, however Ron said they had to go somewhere. Ginny was meeting up with someone in the Gryffindor common room, and Harry was left to walk with Hermione back to the common room. As Ron walked away with Luna, he gave Harry a thumbs up, and Harry felt his anxiety increase tenfold. While they walked to the East Tower, Harry rather clumsily, Hermione took notice of his nervousness, and tried to calm him down.

`Harry, are you alright? You've been really nervous looking lately. Is it about the Horcruxes or Voldemort?' she asked, placing her hand on Harry's forearm. The act, being so simple, made Harry feel a massive rush of emotion and shivers in his chest.

`Let's go for a walk' Harry stated suddenly with confidence.

`Alright, to where? The Kitchens, Gryffindor Tower?'

`No, outside, around the lake' Harry suggested. Hermione looked at him for a moment, but nodded. They got their cloaks from the common room, and walked outside onto the dark grounds.

The lights from the castle allowed them to barely see a path carved in the snow that led to the lake. They walked quietly, and as they moved father away from the castle, they became more dependant on the moon and starlight to guide them. Soon enough, after a few minutes of walking, their breaths the only sound breaking the complete silence, they arrived at the edge of the lake. It was hard to tell where the edge was, since it was covered in ice, but they knew they were close. They looked around, and cleared off the surface of a sizable rock, and sat down next to each other. Both just looked around at their surroundings.

The scene was entirely still. The dark hills and mountains that covered the horizon blending into the dark night sky, while snow and ice coloured the landscape indigo. Looking back, the windows of Hogwarts contrasted warm yellow against the dark blue that coloured the castle stones. Looking up at the sky, the stars shown brightly in the cold winter air; the Milky Way streaking across the vast expanse like a shimmering river running through a dark and empty gorge. Harry breathed in the cool winter air, the scent of honeysuckle once more making its presences felt, and looked high into the night sky.

`Remus is transformed' he spoke quietly, the full moon radiating brightly against the darkness. Harry looked at Hermione, and found she was shivering.

`Are you alright?' he asked worriedly. She shivered again, and Harry wrapped his arms around her, and she gladly accepted, moving over and sitting on Harry's lap. She placed her head against Harry's chest, and he looked down at Hermione.

Her hands were shivering, as was most of her body. Her hair, though cold, still gave off a vibrant smell of honeysuckle, and Harry, trying to get her warm, held her tightly. She placed her hands against Harry's chest, and she nestled herself right in. Harry, even though cold himself, felt his insides becoming warmer by the second.

`Do you want to go back to the castle?' Harry asked quietly, looking down at Hermione. She looked up at him, and Harry became lost in the sight.

They were both very close to each other. Harry's eyes fell right on hers, and he found he couldn't look anywhere else. Even in the darkness, her eyes held an unbelievable amount of emotion and warmth. Her face was perfect to Harry, in the most absolute way he could imagine. Her cheeks, rounded and tinged red from the cold, her nose, the softest and cutest Harry ever dreamed; her smile, and the wonderful dimples that only came out when she smiled, and her simple yet completing chin. It all manifested into the girl that Harry gazed at in front of him.

Harry felt his chest melt, feeling Hermione so close and seeing the expression in her face, and her eyes. He smiled pleasantly at her, and she gave a cozy smile in response, continuing to gaze at Harry.

`I'm happy where I am thank you' she expressed sweetly. Harry felt his fingers, along with all his other body parts tingle with her response, and her gaze. Harry gave her a gentle squeeze, and she pressed against Harry's chest, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. Harry closed his eyes as well, and rubbed Hermione's back with his hand. He could barely feel his feet, so he knew they had to return to the castle. He never wanted to leave this rock, but he didn't want to freeze to it either.

`Com'on' Harry said softly. Hermione rubbed her head into Harry's shoulder, eyes still closed, and nodded slowly. She sat up, and slid off Harry. Harry stood up and the two slowly made their way back to the castle in silence again, this time walking arm in arm.

Every once in a while, Harry would glance at Hermione, and smile at the calm and simple expression on her face. It felt so wonderful to Harry to have Hermione on his arm, walking along quietly with no worries.

Once they entered the common room, they both discarded their cloaks, and changed into some more comfortable clothing. Harry donned a simple pair of blue pants and a green sweater, while Hermione wore a dark red knit sweater, which hugged to her amazingly in Harry's mind, and a pair of brown pants.

A tradition for the Heads, as they were told by Evander, was to decorate the Christmas Tree on the night of Christmas Eve. Harry never really decorated a tree, and was eager to do it, especially with Hermione. A six foot pine stood to the side of the fireplace, and once they found some objects to transfigure into ornaments, they began to hang them.

As they levitated them into place, Harry continually found himself staring at Hermione, watching the twinkling and glow from the ornaments and fire dancing playfully across her face. Hermione caught his eye sometimes, and gave a laugh when an ornament he was hanging would fall on his head.

They finished the tree eventually, and both put their gifts underneath, as was the custom. As Harry placed his last gift under, the two of them sitting in front of the tree on the carpet next to the fireplace, he felt it was the perfect time, and he could feel his hands and feet trembling with anticipation.

`Hermione, how would you feel if we exchanged gifts now?' he asked, trying hard to keep the shakiness out of his voice. Hermione placed her last gift under the tree, and looked to Harry, tilting her head cutely in mock thinking, and giving a cheerful smile.

`Alright, but you have to open mine first!' she expounded. Harry nodded grinning, and Hermione bolted up to her room for Harry's gift. Harry stayed in his place, and waited, mentally encouraging himself. She returned less than a minute later, looking down at Harry with a curious look, while holding a small wrapped box.

`You were fast' she noted. Harry gave a shrug, and Hermione sat back down in front of Harry, closer this time than before, and placed the small box in front of him.

`Now it isn't the greatest gift, but I thought you would like it' she confessed. Harry slowly unwrapped the box, and opened it.

Inside, under a few layers of tissue paper, there was a clay-like bowl, smooth on the inside, and carved on the outside with runes and symbols that marked the perimeter.

`A Pensieve?' Harry stated. Hermione nodded, and she moved the now empty box away and moved closer to Harry. He could feel his body radiate in shivers as she came closer.

`I made it. It took a little research, mostly from one of Dumbledore's books, because you can't make Pensieves out of anything, and they have to be certain dimensions. But I thought, with all the thoughts in your head, you might do well to have somewhere to, say, clean the cupboard' she exclaimed. Harry examined the small Pensieve, which was about the size of a small soul bowl, and looked at the inscriptions.

`What does it say?'

`Around the rim, it says “Herein Lie Memories and Thoughts for None to See”, and on the lower circle, it says “To Harry Love Hermione”. My name' she pointed out a set of Rune markings, `I found was quite difficult to translate.' Harry looked at the bowl carefully, Hermione watching him closely for his reaction, and he grinned in happiness.

`Wow, I mean, this is amazing Hermione. Thank you so much.' She beamed at him heartily, and the both leaned in and gave each other a hug. They held on for a few moments, and let go, looking back at each other, still smiling.

`For your gift, I need you to close your eyes' Harry instructed.

`As long as your gift isn't slimy, and moves' Hermione warned, closing her eyes and grinning. Harry got up, and moved around behind Hermione, next to the tree.

`Harry where are you going?' Hermione asked, eyes still shut. Harry shushed her, and making sure she wasn't looking, reached around the back of his neck, and took off his mother's locket. He opened it, reread the inscription, and draped the necklace around her neck. He felt her quiver as his hand and the metal touched her skin. She opened her eyes, and looked down just as Harry closed the clasp.

`Oh Harry' she whispered, looking at the silver disk, and glancing over her shoulder at Harry, who was smiling intensely.

`Open it' Harry said. Hermione, looking down at the locket again, turned it in front of her face, and opened it. Although it was close to her eyes, she could easily make out the inscription. Harry smiled again as Hermione gave a sniff, and her eyes began to tear as she read the tiny inscription.

To my
dearest Hermione

All my love
Harry

Harry had the Jeweler re-inscribe the locket. He knew full well why his father got it for his mother, and felt it was more than fitting to give to Hermione twenty years to the day James gave it to Lily.

Harry gently placed his hands on her shoulders, and a few tears broke free, and ran down her smooth cheeks. Harry gave a squeeze to her shoulders, and she sniffled again. He slowly shuffled his way around, and made it so he was facing Hermione. She was still holding the locket, and cried more as she looked into Harry's eyes. Harry thought she looked absolutely beautiful. He took a deep breath, and plunged forward, letting his thoughts pour out through is mouth.

`Hermione, I've known you for so long, and I never want to loose you. When I've fallen, you picked me up; when I thought of turning away, you pushed me forward. You've always been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. I know we have a tough time ahead, and I can't go on without telling you how much you mean to me' Harry expressed warmly. He couldn't help as more tears spilled from Hermione's eyes, tears forming in his eyes at his own words.

`You mean so much to me Hermione, you always have. There isn't a day that passes that I'm not grateful for me and Ron saving you from that Troll in first year. I can't imagine my world without you, and the truth is' he took a hiccupped breath, as tears streamed down his face, `I love you Hermione.'

Hermione stopped sniffling, and looked directly into Harry's eyes. Harry found himself lost in a sea of chestnut, bronze, and chocolate. He felt her eyes penetrating more than just his exterior, but his soul and his mind. Her features in the waning firelight were, to Harry, beyond description.

As they looked at each other, they slowly inched closer. Harry's body was so far from tingling, feeling on the brink of electrocution. As Harry felt Hermione's breath on his face, it send a tremor down his spine, right to his toes. Harry closed his eyes slowly, and plummeted forward the seemingly vast space, and their lips connected softly.

At that moment, Harry's mind became nothing; lost to all other things going on in the universe except this kiss, as his stomach performed summersaults. Hermione's lips, though tinged with salt from her tears, were exactly as Harry imagined; amazing in their fullness, softness, and every other aspect, with a hint of strawberries.

Harry wasted no time, and wrapped his arms around Hermione tightly, and she pressed into him, forcefully pushing her arms around to his back. Harry dared to deepen their kiss, and Hermione obliged passionately, returning with as much fire into it as Harry was putting in. As they began to caress each others backs, and Harry began running his hands through her hair, their passion began to burn like a wildfire.

Allowing the world outside themselves to come back into their minds, they both began to slow their kiss; winding it down at an infinitely slow pace, letting it gradually turn into a kiss of love and softness. Harry never wanted the moment to end, but to instead live in it forever. As they slowed even further, time itself felt like it was standing still, the sound of the fireplace moving slower, and the firelight no longer flickering. They gradually parted, both keeping their eyes closed; only to open them a moment later, allowing the silence to fill the room.

The smell of honeysuckle engulfed Harry's senses to the point were he could no longer remember the smell of anything else. Hermione's body was pushed so firmly against his own; he could feel all her curves, her warmth, even her heart beat, which soothed him beyond comprehension. He looked at her, and in her eyes, found affection and desire so immense, he couldn't help but beam at her. Hermione herself gave a small laugh, and looked deep into Harry's eyes, tears again starting to form.

`I love you too Harry.' And with that, they then shared their second kiss, sitting on the rug in front of the Christmas tree, draped in the glow emanating from the hearth.

Meanwhile outside the common room, Evander the Enlightened, who had been watching the corridor quietly, smiled in his portrait.

A/N - THERE YOU GO! It took 17 chapters, but H/Hr is now here! Review folks, please! Was it worth the wait? Did you like how I did it? REVIEW!

Spell / Name Meanings:
Letifer Lightning - L. letifer: deadly, mortal (Letifer Lightning = Deadly Lightning)
Torrin - Irish Gaelic. torin: chief
Simula - L. simul: together
Aflatus - L. a-: away, flatus: blast (Aflatus = blast away)
Eleanor - Just picked a name really

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CHAPTER EIGHTTEEN

The Escape

Draco was shivering on his dirty and old bed. He was still in his cell, drowning in a deep sense of hopelessness. He had no idea how much time passed since he first came into this rocky prison, but he could tell a few months passed. Frost on the ground, and the mist from his breath told him it was winter. He was lucky that Snape was watching him; casting a Warming Charm on the room once a day.

At first, after seeing his father die, Draco was a disaster. He didn't eat for days, and continually cried; to the point his eyes couldn't produce any tears, and his head throbbed heavily, like it was cleaved in half. Snape said nothing to him when he entered the cell. He simply came in, dropped some food, and left.

Once he did finish crying, and he started questioning Snape, the pale man stopped entering the room. He simply slipped his food through the door, and continued not to speak. Draco knew there was no point in yelling, or pleading; seeing how it didn't work for him before. He simply took the time, and figured things out for himself.

He knew that Voldemort would eventually kill him. It was only a matter of time. He wondered at first why he wasn't murdered right away, but he soon realized that keeping him alive, was much more tormenting. Having to relive his father's death over and over again, just made Draco feel beyond devastated. He was sure that was what Voldemort wanted. It wasn't enough that he physically tortured him--he had to also mentally and emotionally torture him too.

After a while, he understood that even if he did somehow get out of his stone cell, he would have to run. Death Eaters would be on the look for him, and he wouldn't be safe.

One day, as he sat on the cold floor, he remembered the words Albus Dumbledore spoke the last night he was at Hogwarts. He was already unwilling to carry out Voldemort's task, and Dumbledore's mutterings carried more meaning than he thought the old man could produce.

He did respect Dumbledore, on some level. He found the old man's easiness to keep calm in harsh situations something to be revered. Of course, the old windbag was constantly pushing goodness and togetherness; something that made Draco want to spit to the side in disgust.

But now, in his horrible situation, he could see the meaning of Dumbledore's words. Voldemort was out for nothing but himself. Draco's father was loyal to the Dark Lord for so long, yet was killed in the end. All the Death Eaters from Azkaban were more than likely dead, and Draco was set to suffer in his emotional prison.

Draco thought it out, and figured that if he could get out, he would have to go into hiding, along with his mother, if she was alive. The Order of the Phoenix would be after him, along with Voldemort. He was an enemy of both sides; something he hated himself getting into.

As he rolled over on his uncomfortable bed, he found himself, for the first time in ages, hoping for his mother to be alive. He hadn't seen her since the winter before for Christmas. It was a horrible affair, with his father still locked in Azkaban. His family lost much respect among the wizarding elite, and his family's name was beginning to stand for less.

Christmas was a quiet affair—too quiet. Draco couldn't stand how dank and depressing the mansion felt when he was there. His mother constantly worried over Draco with his task, and he spent most of this time in his old room, devising how to fix the vanishing cabinet. It was one of the few times he would be glad to return to Hogwarts.

Since then however, he hadn't seen his mother. He never heard about her, and didn't know if she was alive. Internally he hoped she was alright. He always knew that his father was the hard lined one of the two. She didn't deserve to die. As much he hated himself sounding like that dolt Harry Potter, she was innocent.

He inclined his head, and turned it slightly. He could hear footsteps coming closer. He figured it was Snape as usual, and put his head back down. The steps stopped outside the door, and the lock turned. Draco turned around instantly, and stood up.

Snape hadn't come into his cell in months. The door opened, and Draco's face fell.

Wormtail's rat face looked at Draco from the doorway, and he gave a flick of his wand, binding Draco's hands together.

`What's going on?' Draco asked shakily. Wormtail walked over, and grabbed Draco's hands, and pushed him out of the cell with his silver hand. Draco asked again what Wormtail was doing, but he did not respond.

They started up the arched stone stairwell, and Draco definitely knew it was winter. There was snow on the upper steps, and the air was freezing. Draco was only half way up the flight, and already shivering. He was still in his raggedy and worn Hogwarts uniform from the summer, so it didn't provide good warmth.

Draco was pushed once again into the darkened chamber, and hit the floor hard. He was very weak, and once on the ground, he could only roll over, and look up at the chair where two red eyes looked at him, covered over with a dark cloak.

`How are you doing Draco?' Voldemort asked in mock politeness. Draco just spat on the ground, and Voldemort laughed.

`Ah, you think you have no fear now? That you're not afraid to die, and have nothing to loose? We'll see about that. Crucio!'

Draco's back arched on the floor as the feeling of being electrocuted spread through his body. He rolled on the floor in agony, while just barely hearing the cold laugh of Voldemort over his own screams. Voldemort lifted the spell, and Draco finished lying on his side, his cheeks stained with tears and his whole body shivering and covered in icy sweat.

`You see Draco' Voldemort continued calmly, getting up and walking around the chamber, on the brink of the shadows, `it's not enough to simply kill you. I realize now that Lucius got off easy. Disappointment after disappointment, that's all he was.' Draco could do nothing to reply. He tried to speak, but couldn't make the words sound out.

`And your mother, Narcissa.' Draco looked around for Voldemort, and found the dark figure just next to him. `She was a coward, like you, and went into hiding. Lovely Bella is looking for her now, and I expect they will arrive soon. When they do, I'm sure you will have a front row seat to the show' Voldemort sneered, crackling evilly. Draco, rage stirring in his soul, mustered the strength to push himself up, and got at least to a kneeling position, looking up at the Dark Lord.

`Don't you hurt her' Draco threatened. Voldemort smiled, and approached Draco, who lowered himself slowly.

`I won't hurt her Draco . . . You will' he whispered. His ghostly face made a malevolent grin, and Draco felt himself standing up, his anger reaching a boiling point. He could feel his fists, which were still bound, shaking violently.

`Did I say you could stand' Voldemort pointed out, flicking his wand, causing Draco to hit the stone floor again, his knee caps hitting the surface so hard he heard the crack as they broke. Draco fell onto his side, and yelled out in pain, while Voldemort casually sat back down in his chair.

`Snape' he said easily. A figure from the shadows came forward, and the greasy haired man bowed his head to the Dark Lord.

`Shut him up, and take him back to his cell' Voldemort ordered, as Draco continued to yell out. Snape turned, cast a Silencing Spell on Draco, flicked his wand, and dragged him by his hands. Once outside the chamber, he ran his wand over his knees, and fixed them, relieving his pain.

He picked him up off the cold floor, and the two walked back down to Draco's cell. He threw Draco onto his bed, and looked back up the staircase, before entering the cell, and casting a Silencing Spell on the room. He turned, and took off the spell on Draco.

`Severus, you have to-`

`Be silent boy. We need to get out of here, soon.'

`Why didn't you try earlier! I've been going through hell the past six months because of you!' Draco shouted. Snape ran his hand through his greasy looking hair, and leaned against one of the walls.

`My reasons are my own, so keep your mouth shut. And you know nothing of hell, so don't presume you do.' He gave a sigh, and looked back up. 'I can tell the Dark Lord is expecting me to let you go' Snape informed.

`So why now?'

`Because if you torture your mother, and she dies, you will come right after. He knows I will try and free you before hand, and we will play into his trap, with a twist.'

`Howso?' Draco asked.

`If I free you, I will have to go with you. He is probably expecting us to go to the Order of the Phoenix, but we won't. I know somewhere else we can go. It's a place he wouldn't dare return to' Snape said.

`When will we go?'

`Soon. Not now, it would be too early.' He was looking around the room, and checking the door every few seconds.

`He said Bellatrix is getting my mother! We have to save her' Draco expounded frantically, getting up from his bed. Snape put up a hand to stop him.

`Worry about yourself. We can't do anything about your mother now. We don't know where she is.' He lowered his hand, walked to the door. He stopped short, and looked back at Draco, who was still standing where he left him.

`Tomorrow night . . . Wait to hear the door, pick up your wand, and run.' With that, he turned, and exited the room without a look back. Draco slowly walked over to his uncomfortable bed, and put his head in his hands.

One more night, and he would be free. At least that was what Snape said, if he could be trusted. It could just be another plot by Voldemort--or Snape playing a game on him-- but he needed to take the chance.

How could it get worst? He asked himself, giving a sigh, and lying down to rest.

*

`Is it set?' Voldemort hissed to the tall, russet haired man. He bowed signaling yes, and his head came back up, his silver eyes penetrating the darkness cast over his face.

`Good. Are you ready Wormtail?' the Dark Lord asked to the watery-eyed man. He came shuffling up, and nodded, his silver hand glinting in the dim light.

Snape re-entered the chamber, and found four Death Eaters close to Voldemort; who was still sitting on his throne-like chair. He closed the door quietly, then tried to make his way across the back of the room in the dark, but of course, he was the one man Voldemort was waiting for.

`Severus. Approach' he said. Snape turned, and presented himself in from of the Dark Lord, kneeling down, then standing next to the other four; Pettigrew and Lesath on his right, Avery and Goyle on his left.

`Bella has brought dear Draco's mother. She will be bringing her down soon. Go and fetch Draco.' Snape kept control of his emotions, and bowed again, leaving the room to get Draco. Voldemort leaned back in his chair, and smiled evilly.

`Goyle, Avery; go to the entranceway. When Draco and Snape try to escape, try to stun them, but miss. I need them alive and running. Let them escape, just.' The two men bowed, and left side by side out the chamber. Wormtail and Lesath moved to be in front of the stage.

`Wormtail, you will wait for Bellatrix, and follow them. If you are an idiot and are seen or caught--pray they kill you.' Wormtail, worry ever present in his eyes, bowed quickly, and scurried out of the room, leaving one Death Eater in the dark chamber.

`Lesath. You have proven yourself, and the next task I give you is very important' Voldemort started. Lesath lowered his head.

`I will do what you wish my Lord.'

`Good. Your task resides in the Department of Mysteries.'

*

Draco was lying awake on his bed in the darkness, a sliver of light coming in under the door. He was bundled as tightly as could be, since Snape neglected to put a Warming Charm on the room.

He could hear distant footsteps, and it sounded like a few people were moving around. A group must have returned from a raid. There were groups of Death Eaters that would come and go from the cave all the time.

He was thinking of his mother, probably hiding in some small away place, trying to keep the world out. He missed her. It was probably one of the first times in his life he missed her. He did remember the last time he did; when he was nine years old, away with his father on a trip to see the dragons in Romania. They were gone for a week, but Draco missed his mother terribly. His father of course, was displeased with his son missing his mother so much, and after that, Draco tried to quiet that part of him.

Suddenly, Draco sat up, and his head snapped to the doorway. He could swear he heard the lock click. It was too early though. Snape said the next night, and he was only there a few minutes ago.

Getting up hastily, Draco moved through the darkness, making his way in the direction of the horizontal sliver of light, and got to the door. He tentatively pushed on it, and the door opened.

Glancing up the stairwell, he found it was empty, a yellow flicker of light at the top lighting the steady curve of the wall. He looked around the ground, and found his wand sitting on the stone floor. He picked it up quickly, and just as he stood back up, he heard a scream echo down from above.

It was a woman's scream, and as the sound moved through him, he swiftly realized why Snape let him out now.

They had his mother. Draco didn't think they would have found her that quickly, thinking they had been searching since the summer. But realizing they had her, fear and a sense of boldness filled Draco.

He vaulted up the stairs as quickly as he could go, turning around the long spiral, and coming to a small hallway. The woman was still screaming, but the echoes made it impossible to figure where they were coming from.

A door on the right opened, and Avery came out, wearing his long black cloak, looking about. His eyes fell on Draco, and his wand came up quickly. Draco, caught off guard, ran up a nearby stairwell.

`He's escaped!' Avery yelled, as he shot a Stunning Spell at Draco, just missing him and hitting the wall.

Draco ran up the stairwell, and found himself in yet another antechamber. He looked right, then left, and started going left, when an arm grabbed him on the right. He turned quickly, and found Snape with a firm grasp, pulling him in the other direction.

`This way, quickly!' Snape shouted, pushing Draco forward.

`The screaming . . . my mother!' Draco yelled back to Snape as they ran upwards, the sounds of Death Eaters yelling and coming behind them.

`I don't know where she is. Just run!' Snape replied angrily. Draco came to another landing, and was pushed towards the left staircase that ran off of it, but stopped as he looked to the right.

Narcissa and Bellatrix were just starting to move down another adjoining staircase. Draco's mother was fighting violently with Bellatrix, but she didn't have a wand, so it was in vain.

`Mum!' Draco yelled, as Snape ran into his shoulder. Narcissa and Bellatrix both turned around.

`Draco!' she screamed back. Bellatrix shot a spell at her, and she fell to the steps.

`No!' Draco shouted. He was pushed forcefully by Snape up the next staircase, and almost fell over trying to get to his mother.

`MOVE!' Snape roared. A Death Eater came out of one of the stairwells, and Snape shot a spell at the man. He became stiff, and fell over with a thud, and Snape again pushed Draco upwards, and they moved up the stairwell.

Draco continued to protest, and when Snape gave one last push, Draco fell over onto dirt. He looked up, and found he was in a small cave, the night sky visible through the entrance.

`That was my mother!' Draco screamed at Snape, as tears made their way down his cheeks. Severus placed a spell on the way they just came, and turned around. Draco looked, and found no entranceway to be seen; just rock. Snape moved across and grabbed Draco's cloak, and pulled him up.

`If we go back, we die.' he said flatly. He started moving towards the exit, but Draco stayed in place.

`Draco, if you do not come, you will die.' Draco looked at the rock once more, then turned and ran out of the fissure.

His feet sinking into the snow, he took a deep breath of he cool winter air. It had been months since he experienced open air, and the crispness of the air tickled his nose, and froze the tears on his face.

He looked around, and found they were in a mountainous area, with boulders and rocks strewn about. Snape was walking around a few of them, farther away from the cave. Draco started off behind, having to take careful steps. He was still wearing his regular black Hogwarts School shoes, and they did not fare well on the snowy tops of the rocks.

`Where are you going?' Draco asked, watching his footing, and taking notice of the brilliantly clear night sky.

`We need to be farther away from the cave. Hurry' he explained, motioning Draco to move faster. Draco turned around, and could hear noises coming from the cave. He made his way quickly over the rocks, and met up with Snape a few metres away.

`Drink this, quickly' Snape said, giving him a small silver flask, taking an identical one and drinking the contents.

`What's in it?'

`Just drink it!' Snape spat, putting the flask back in his robes. Draco emptied the contents, and only when he came back down, did he look forward, and notice something incredible in the distance.

`That can't be' he whispered.

`It is. Hold on' Snape said.

A Death Eater came out of the cave, and pointed his wand at the two of them, but they Apparated away before a spell could be made. The crack of their Apparating sounded in the night, and left the area once again silent. The Death Eater lowered his wand, and turned around to look at the others behind him.

`They're away' he said, looking at Bellatrix. She smirked, and turned to the others.

`Good job' she said to the woman next to her.

`It was my pleasure' Narcissa responded simply.

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A/N - This chapter has a character death.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The First Loss

Harry stirred slowly, feeling a tickle on his nose. He scratched it slowly, only to feel the silky fibers of someone's hair. His hand caressed it slowly, and he smiled warmly when he felt a set of lips press sweetly against his cheek.

`Morning' Hermione cooed, relaxing her head on Harry's shoulder. Without opening his eyes, he turned his head slightly, and kissed her forehead slowly. He pulled away, and looked down to find Hermione resting peacefully on his chest.

They were still in the common room. The night before, they continued their slow drawn out kisses for a while, and moved off the floor, and onto Harry's chair in front of the Christmas tree. As night deepened, they relied less on their kissing, and more on just being close to each other. Hermione sat down on Harry's lap, and the two slowly drifted into sleep; the glow of the Christmas lights fading in their eyes.

Harry, feeling Hermione's beautiful warmth and sweet scent, gave her a gentle squeeze, and closed his eyes once more; resting his head against hers.

He could not think of a more peaceful moment in his life. Just the two of them, sitting so tenderly in front of a soothing hearth, while an audience of Christmas lights sparkled like diamonds in the night sky. Looking at her pose and face, he realized Hermione never looked so serene. He wanted to stay in this seat forever, more for her than for himself.

He could feel Hermione dozing back to sleep, as the dark indigo of the sky showing through the side of a window allowed Harry to know it was early morning. He again closed his eyes, and held Hermione close. Being caught in the beautiful place between wakefulness and sleep, Hermione breathed deeply, and cuddled closer to Harry, kissing him gently on his neck, which caused him to shiver with sudden, but calm lust. He smiled once more, relaxed his head, and fell once more to sleep.

The second time Harry woke, he found dull sunlight tiptoeing around the drapes, and basking the common room in a light hue of grey. He moved his arms, and was surprised to find Hermione was no longer on him. Opening his eyes fully, he found her sitting in front of the fireplace, watching the flames trickle upwards. He moved on the seat, and she turned her head around.

`How long have you been up?' Harry ask groggily, sitting at the edge of his seat, and stretching out his arms and back. Hermione turned around, and got up.

`Only a few minutes. You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you' she said quietly. She walked over to Harry, and he stood up slowly. She stopped a few inches away, and draped her arms around his neck, while he placed his hands on the small of her back.

They shared a slow, and sensual kiss, and hugged each other longingly. Harry just still could not comprehend what happened. He actually told Hermione everything, and now they were kissing each other. He couldn't stop a small laugh escape his mouth, and Hermione pulled back and looked at him oddly.

`What?'

`I guess we're going out?' Harry chuckled softly. Hermione moved her hands to the back of Harry's head, and pulled him back down. They shared another small kiss, and Harry smiled when he looked at her.

`Is that a yes?' he smirked.

`That's a yes' she whispered, beaming at him. Harry laughed, and they kissed once more. Harry was so full of happiness, he picked her up, and slowly revolved on the spot. She squeaked at first, making Harry smile, then leaned on his chest, allowing her heart to flutter with the excitement. Harry placed her back down slowly; her tiptoes, then her entire feet touching the floor, and they once more parted their lips. Harry could get used to kissing Hermione this much.

`Shall we go to breakfast?' Hermione asked. Harry sighed, kissed her forehead, and nodded.

They parted, and went to their dormitories to change into different clothes. Harry continued to smile as memories from the night popped into his mind, and he laughed at how wonderful he felt. Voldemort could be right next to him, and he wouldn't be bothered.

Harry came down, Hermione coming a moment later, and giving Crookshanks--who was lying sprawled on the rug in front of the hearth--a lazy pat, they walked out the portrait hole hand in hand. Once they entered the hallway, they heard a small laugh from behind. Turning around, Harry found Evander beaming intensely at the two Heads.

`Good morning you too. Merry Christmas' he said joyfully.

`Merry Christmas Evander. Why are you in such a good mood?' Hermone asked. Evander's face turned slightly pink, and he continued to smile immensely.

`Even though it happens every year, I just can't help but be happy for Hogwart's Heads on Christmas Eve. So much love in the air, it's wonderful.'

`Every year?' Harry questioned. Hermione looked up at Evander, and had the same expression she had when she knew the answer to a hard question.

`”The tradition never dies!” That's it!' Evander bowed slowly, and Harry looked at Hermione. `Every year, the Head Boy and Girl fall in love on Christmas Eve.'

`Quite so Hermione. It's been happening for generations. I felt bad for your friend Ron at the beginning of the year, because I knew you and him would be breaking up' Evander addressed to Hermione. `Plus I saw you and Harry, and you looked like you were meant for each other.' He smiled at the two of them, and Hermione squeezed Harry's hand gently.

`Well, we're off to have breakfast. Thanks Evander' Harry said. Evander waved farewell, and the two continued along to the Great Hall.

`Do you think it's a spell?' Harry asked, as they started down a chilly and deserted hallway. Hermione remained silent for a moment, then turned around and faced Harry, pulling him close, and looking into his eyes deeply. Harry chuckled at the aggressive move. To Harry, Hermione was never one to show aggression in anything outside Elf-rights or studying.

`I doubt this is a spell' she said quietly, inclining upwards and kissing Harry. They lingered in the deserted and cold hallway for a moment, then continued on, after Harry's stomach gave a growl, making Hermione laugh.

Once they entered through the doors, the small amount of people at Gryffindor table burst into cheers and hollers once they looked at the two for a moment. Harry and Hermione both blushed intensely, and Harry's eyes immediately fell onto Ron and Ginny. To his relief, both were clapping and beaming at the two of them. Harry smiled, and the two of them, Hermione's eyes watering a little, sat down at the table.

`So you finally pulled it off hey Harry' Dean clapped, giving Harry a pat on the back. Harry smiled, and sat down in front of Ron, and the two men looked at each other for a moment.

`Way to go mate' Ron said with a lighthearted chuckle. He extended his hand, and Harry, laughing and feeling his eyes water, accepted, and they shared a firm handshake. Harry then started getting some food, wiping his eyes before tears could form.

`So did you open your gifts?' Ron asked, taking a bite of some toast.

`Actually no, we didn't' Hermione answered.

`Too busy I imagine?' Dean offered, the group breaking into laughter; Harry and Hermione both ducking their heads and blushing. Everyone continued with breakfast in a lighthearted mood, and Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Ginny came back to the East Tower.

`Thanks for the gift Harry. It's amazing!' Ron expressed happily. Harry got Ron an invisibility cloak from the twin's shop, since Harry's was too small now to fit over more than two people.

`So what did Harry get you for Christmas?' Ginny asked Hermione. She pulled out the silver locket, and showed it to Ginny. Ginny looked in closely, and opened it and read the inscription.

`Oh, that's so sweet Harry' Ginny said. Harry smiled, and they approached Evander.

`Hello everyone. Merry Christmas! Password?'

`Snitches and studying. We need a new one though' Hermione said, looking over to Harry.

`Um, how about-' Harry leaned over, and whispered into her ear. She smiled when he pulled away.

`Perfect. It's different than the others, but shouldn't be a problem' Hermione attested. They looked up, and Evander beamed at them.

`New password will be “traditions and tarts' Harry announced. Evander bowed slowly, and his portrait swung open. Ron gave Harry an odd look as they all made their way in.

`How is that different?' he asked. Hermione turned and explained.

`Before, all the passwords were just something Harry loved, and something I loved put together. “Broomsticks and Books”, you know, things like that. “Traditions and tarts” however, are things both of us like.' Ron nodded, and laughed, thinking only Hermione would put so much thought into a ruddy password.

Harry and Hermione went ahead, and opened their gifts. Ron gave Harry a very interesting watch. Much like the clock at the Weasley homestead, this watch had several hands, each having a small face attached to the end. The place where numbers usually appeared, were instead substituted by letters.

`What do the letters mean?' Harry asked. Ron took out a folded piece of parchment, and squinted at the small handwriting.

`Well, it's a lot like the clock at the Burrow. “S” means school, “T” means traveling, “L” means lost, “MP” still means mortal peril. Here, take a look.'

`Great, there's even a “D”' Harry noticed.

`What does that stand for?' Ron asked.

`Dead.'

`Oh . . . well, I'm sure none of us will be pointing at that anytime soon.' Ron smiled, looking over to Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, giving a smile. Harry thanked Ron for the gift, asking him to the side for a moment while Hermione was opening Ginny's gift, Luna looking on.

`Ron, are you sure about me and Hermione?' Harry looked at Ron carefully, and found Ron give a sigh, and his shoulders lower slightly.

`I'm happy for you two. Really, I am' Ron said.

`You're not saying everything' Harry responded. Ron looked out the window, and sighed again.

`Sorry, it'll just take some getting used to. Don't worry Harry, I'm happy, I really am; it just takes some time.' Harry turned to check on the girls, and looked back at Ron.

`It's the same with you and Luna. It's strange seeing you two together, but I'm happy for you.' Ron turned, and smiled. `We're good?' Harry asked.

`Can you just keep the kissing quiet for a while?' Ron requested quietly.

`No problem' Harry answered. Ron smiled again, and the two returned to the Christmas tree. The four of them stayed in the common room for a while, and left at noon for lunch. Harry, along with a reluctant Ron, wore Mrs. Weasley's sweaters. Harry's was dark green, with a gold lion on the front. Ron, who was expecting a red sweater, was pleased to see it was blue this year, with a red “R” on it.

At supper that night, while everyone enjoyed the Christmas Feast—Hermione disregarding the work of the house elves and digging in--Harry noticed someone was missing.

`Where's Topher?' he asked. Hermione and Ron looked up at the staff table, and their faces became confused.

`I thought he was staying around for Christmas?' Ron asked.

`He did say that' Harry answered. Hermione took another glance up and shrugged.

`I wouldn't worry about it Harry. Maybe he had some work do to.'

Once the feast was finished, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna went back to the East Tower common room, and played Exploding Snap. They invited Ginny, but she was meeting up with a friend to exchange gifts.

`Who is this guy?' Ron asked angrily. Ginny rolled her eyes.

`I'm not saying. You'll just go and try to scare him away you git.' With that, she turned, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

Harry and Hermione sat closely together, and enjoyed the time with Ron and Luna. Luna left after a short while, and Ron stayed for a few moments with his best friends.

`I wonder if Mum and Dad are doing alright' Ron pondered, sitting down in one of the chairs.

`When are they due back?' Hermione asked, who was sitting on the rug in front of the hearth.

`Tomorrow afternoon. We're supposed to go and see them. Are you guys coming?'

`Sure, if it's alright?' Harry asked.

`Of course it is' Ron answered, giving a stretch. `Well, I should get going. Congrats guys' he expressed, getting up. Hermione got up, and gave him a hug.

`Thanks Ron. Congratulations to you and Luna too' Ron smiled, and waving to Harry, left the common room.

Hermione walked over, and sat down in her chair. She looked at Harry, who was sitting in his chair, and she smiled at him.

'So are you going to see your parents?' Harry asked. She stretched slowly, and nodded in the process.

'Probably after tomorrow for a few days' she responded. She stood up, and walked over to Harry. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then stood back up again.

'`Night Harry.'

'Goodnight Hermione.' She ambled her way up to her dormitory. Harry stayed in the common room for a few moments, then made his own way up to his inviting bed.

The next day, Harry along with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny went to the Burrow to meet up with the rest of the Weasley family. Bill and Fleur were planning on coming, as well as the twins. Charlie was too busy with work to come, and Mrs. Weasley once again sent an invitation to Percy, but received no reply.

Harry and the rest were sent to the Burrow via Floo connection in Professor Fourmove's office, which was McGonagall's office the previous year. They all arrived safely, and everyone except the twins were present, and of course Percy.

`How was France?' Ron asked, as his mother gave him a bone-crushing hug.

`Just wonderful. How is school? You don't write nearly as much as I'd like' she expressed, moving over and giving the same kind of hug to Hermione.

`Hogwarts is doing great. They're worried about how many students aren't returning, but we won't know until classes start' Hermione answered. Mrs. Weasley then moved to Ginny, and embraced her.

`Ginny has a boyfriend' Ron interjected. Ginny gave a glare worthy of her mother, and Mrs. Weasley smiled at her only daughter.

`That's nice to hear Ginny. Who is it?' Ginny whispered into her mother's ear for a moment, and Mrs. Weasley's face grew a pleasant smile.

`That's wonderful Ginny. And don't worry, not a word' she added, turning and giving Ron a stern look. Ginny beamed sarcastically to Ron, and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

`How are you Harry?' Mrs. Weasley asked, getting back to the hugs. She hugged Harry tightly, and he couldn't answer until she retracted.

`I'm fine' Harry answered. She looked him over for a moment, then smiled at him. All of them then made their way to the kitchen, were supper was being set up. Harry and Hermione brought up the rear, and just before they sat down, Mrs. Weasley turned and gasped when she saw them.

`Are you two seeing each other?' she breathed. Harry looked over, and realized they were holding hands. Everyone in the room was looking at the two, and Harry smiled.

`Yeah, we are.' Mrs. Weasley paused for a moment still looking at them, as if checking to see if it was true; then moved around the table, and hugged both of them tightly.

`Oh, I'm so happy for both of you!' she expounded happily. Arthur, Bill, and Fleur were all smiling at them, as well as Ron and Ginny. Bill got up, and turned to his father with a triumphant grin, his fang earring dangling around.

`I believe that's five Galleons dad' he announced happily. Arthur stubbornly reached into his pocket, and pulled out five gold coins, giving them to his son with an ill look on his face.

`Thank you!' Bill smiled, putting the coins in the pocket of his black jacket he was wearing. He sat back down, and noticed the odd looks on everyone's faces.

`I bet dad Harry and Hermione would be together by Christmas' he explained to everyone. Hermione looked over at him in surprise.

`Of course, you were Head Boy! So who was the Head Girl?' she asked eagerly. Bill shifted in his seat, and looked to his wife.

`Her name was Leanna. Leanna Lisenox. We started going out in our last year, around Christmas. We kept seeing each other after Hogwarts, but she died less than a month after being out of school.'

`Oh, I'm sorry Bill' Hermione said sympathetically. Bill smiled, and gave Fleur a small squeeze.

`It was a long time ago, and besides; things are great now' he affirmed. Everyone started on supper, and after twenty minutes or so, a knock came at the front door. Mr. Weasley got up, his wand in his hand, and yelled through the door.

'Who is it?'

'It's us, Fred and George. Open the bloody door, it's freezing out here!' Fred answered, though muffled from the door. Mr. Weasley put his head down for a moment in thought, then looked back at the door.

'What did Harry get Ron for Christmas?' he asked. Ron mentioned Harry's gift to the family just a few minutes earlier.

'An invisibility cloak, now open the ruddy door!' George answered. Arthur opened the door, and the twins finally made their way inside, trampling the snow off their feet.

`About time! Why are you late?' Mrs. Weasley questioned sternly. The twins looked at each other, and then surveyed everyone.

`Sorry Mum. Got caught up at work. Hi guys!' George answered, taking off his coat, and taking a seat, along with Mr. Weasley. Fred stayed standing, and looked slightly fidgety.

`What's wrong Fred?' Bill asked, putting down his fork down.

`Nothing. Um, Hermione, can I ask you something?' he asked hesitantly.

`Sure, what is it?' she asked. Fred looked at George, then looked back to Hermione.

`Well, it's sort of private. Can I ask you upstairs?' he asked again. Hermione quirked her brow, but nodded. She stood, and walked up the staircase, Fred in tow. Harry watched them wondrously, and Ron tapped him on the shoulder.

`Probably about a new product' he reckoned. Harry started back at his chicken, and conversation continued.

`How is business going George? You must be the only store left open on Diagon Alley' Mr. Weasley stated. George looked up the staircase, and didn't answer his father.

`George!' Arthur shouted. George's head snapped back, and looked to his father, and moved his food around on his plate.

`Sorry. Business is booming of course. How is Hogwarts?' he asked, turning to Harry.

`Hogwarts is fine. Professors are worried about how many students are coming back, but it should be alright. Are you OK?' he asked. George was acting a little odd, and kept looking at the staircase.

`No, of course, I'm-`

Right then, the door slammed open, and Baldric Branwen came running in. His face looked immensely determined, and when he observed the scene, his eyes came square on George. George, his face horrified, threw his chair backwards, and stood, reaching for his wand. Baldric raised his wand quicker though.

`Stupify!' he yelled. Geroge became rigid, and fell over with a dull thud. Everyone at the table stood instantly, and looked at Baldric in astonishment, all their wands pointed at the intruder.

`What are you doing!' Mrs. Weasley roared. Baldric closed the door, through which wind and snow was blowing in, and turned around.

'Wait! Baldric, what's your favourite Quidditch team?' Harry asked the tall, gangly looking man. It was a while ago they talked about Quidditch, but Harry remembered.

'The Falmouth Falcons, always and forever' he answered. Harry knew it was correct, because Baldric told him he always said "always and forever", because he was from Falmouth. Everyone looked at Harry, and he nodded, signalling it was the correct answer.

`I went to check on the twins, and found them unconscious in the back of their shop. I called Tonks to the shop, and came here as soon as possible. Where's the imposter Fred?' Baldric asked quickly. Harry's eyes opened wide, and he frantically bolted towards the stairs, while everyone yelled at him to wait.

He didn't know what he could walk into, if they were even there. He was so upset with himself for just letting someone walk in and take Hermione like that. He continued to hope she was still there, and alright.

He came to the second floor landing, and pushed open Ginny's room to find a bizarre sight.

Hermione was standing on the side of the room, her wand pointing at another Hermione who was lying on the floor. When Harry entered the room, the standing Hermione looked up at him and beamed warmly at him.

`Harry, it wasn't Fred. He brought me up here, and knocked me out. He must have taken Polyjuice Potion, because when I came to, he, or I should say she, was just about to take my wand, but I jinxed her just in time' she explained. The Hermione on the floor began to stir, and the standing Hermione moved forward, her wand pointing right at the other girl's heart.

`Uh . . . Harry! Harry, it's me, Hermione! She's an imposter!' the Hermione on the floor professed. By now, Ron and Baldric made their way up, and were standing behind Harry observing the situation.

`How are we going to tell?' Baldric asked. Harry knew of a sure way of knowing, but wasn't looking forward to doing it.

`Lower your wand' he said to the standing Hermione. She looked at him for a moment, and took a step forward at the Hermione on the ground.

'She's the imposter!'

'If you're the real Hermione, you'll trust me' Harry said slowly. Hermione still looked agitated, but lowered her wand. Ron came in, and took her wand, as well as the one on the floor, and stood back. Harry approached the Hermione on the floor, and knelt down; pointing his wand at her forehead.

`Legilimens'

Harry concentrated hard, and must have caught her off guard. There were no barriers, and he immediately found hundreds of memories flashing in his mind. He slowed them down, and found a silvery memory of two people in a wooded area. He focused more, and plunged into the memory.

Two people were hugging each other in a dark backyard. A black haired boy was breathing deeply, while a short brown haired girl cried quietly. Harry could see the girl sniffling, and burying her head in his shoulder.

`Be careful Harry, please' she whispered, her voice that of Hermione's. The boy stroked her back tenderly, and slowly moved his hands to her face, and moved so they looked at each other.

`I will be fine, and you will be too, alright? Everything will be fine' the boy affirmed, his voice that of Harry's. They looked at each other, and Hermione began nodding slowly. She looked up at him, smiled warmly, and moved in, kissing his cheek sweetly. Harry was blushing when she retracted, and the memory began to shimmer.

Harry pulled out of the spell, and found himself looking at Hermione on the floor of Ginny's room. She was smiling at him, and he grinned at her for a moment, then turned to the other Hermione. The fake Hermione looked at Harry, and lunged at Ron's hand, where he held the wands.

`Petrificus Totalus!' Harry yelled, but it was too late. The imposter was able to grab his or her wand, and Apparated before the spell hit. Baldric swore loudly, then came in and looked at Hermione.

`Are you alright?' he asked. Hermione slowly got up, helped by Harry, and nodded.

`He said they were coming here soon' she explained. Baldric looked at Ron, then Harry, and stood up.

`We need more Order members here now. I need to go and get them' he stated. He started out the door, but Harry stopped him.

`Wait. You need to stay with the imposter downstairs. The Order is everywhere; it'll take time to get people. I'll get them here' he assured. Baldric looked down the stairs, then nodded assertively to Harry.

`I'll come' Hermione declared.

`Me too' Ron added. The three of them made their way back downstairs, and found Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Fleur, and Ginny watching the fake George carefully--Bill with his wand trained on the imposter's chest. Mrs. Weasley was crying, while looking out the darkened window. She saw the three coming down, and she ran over and hugged Hermione.

`Oh dear, are you alright?'

`I'm fine, thanks to Harry. The imposter Fred said Death Eaters were coming here soon.'

`Soon! Oh no, we need to Floo the Order now! Arthur went to check the twin's shop' Mrs. Weasley stammered, walking over to the hearth hurriedly, and getting some Floo Powder. Harry walked to the door, and looked at the fake and unconscious George on the floor, then to Mrs. Weasley.

`I'm going to get Order members, don't worry Mrs. Weasley' said Harry. He walked out before she could ask how or protest, and Ron and Hermione followed. Harry walked a few meters out from the house, his feet crunching on the ground and the darkness of the night surrounding him and the others, and turned back. Ron and Hermione stood next to him, and he thought hard of various Order members. He raised his wand, so it pointed just above The Burrow.

Just as he was about to say his spell, numerous cracks resounded around them in the darkness. They looked around quickly, and ran as fast as they could to some nearby trees. Green, purple, and red spells rained down on them as they moved, and when Harry turned around after he reached the cover of a tree, he could see at six or more black cloaked Death Eaters standing in the garden. At least three were moving towards them, while the others started towards the house.

'Stupify!' Hermione yelled, hitting one of the approaching Death Eaters. The cloaked figure fell over, and the other two intensified their assault. Harry needed to call more Order members here before they entered the house.

'Cover me!' Harry ordered to his friends. Ron, and Hermione moved around, and continued to shoot Disarming and Stunning Spells, while Harry moved closer to the house. He once again thought of Order members, and raised his wand quickly.

`Phoenicreo!' he bellowed. A massive fireball erupted from his wand, and exploded above the house, to show a huge and fire-made phoenix. It spread its wide wings, and inclined its head upwards, making a shiver run up Harry's spine, while he continued to think of various Order members. Death Eaters stopped their approach to the doorway, and turned around.

A few apprehensive seconds later, numerous pops occurred around them. Tonks, Moody, Shacklebolt were present, along with Charlie, Topher, Professor Flitwick, and a few others. Wasting no time, they began dueling fiercy with the Death Eaters.

Harry moved back to the others, and luckily found them alright--though some of the branches around them were badly singed. Tonks and Charlie were battling with the nearby Death Eaters, and the three Hogwarts students came slowly out of the trees, and tried to help.

'Stupify!' Harry yelled at one of the black cloaked figures. The person fell over, and Tonks, who was dueling with the man, ran over.

'Are you alright? What's happened?' she asked hurriedly.

'The twins were attacked. We don't know if they're alive, but their attackers took Polyjuice Potion, and came here. We stopped them early enough, but Hermione said one of them mentioned more Death Eaters coming soon.' Harry looked around, and saw Kingsley get hit in the leg with a spell. Mad-Eye Moody was nearby, and cast a Disarming Spell on the Death Eater. The cloaked figure was blown back and hit the ground unconscious.

Another pop came in the midst of the cracks and whips of spells, and Mr. Weasley appeared. He glanced at the scene for a moment startled, then started helping Topher, who was bleeding badly from one of his arms.

It must have been obvious to the Death Eaters, as it was to Harry, that they were loosing. Death Eaters that were not unconscious took one glance around, and Apparated away, while two or three were left lying on the ground. Some of the Order members made their way to the Hogwarts students, while others secured the area and went into the house to check inside.

'Are you three alright?' Mr. Weasley asked, his voice sounding winded. Harry and the rest nodded.

`The twins were brought to St. Mungo's. Fred didn't look too good, but they're safe now. I need you three and Ginny to go back to Hogwarts, now' he dictated. Harry could see Ron about to protest, but Hermione cut in first.

`Please Mr. Weasley, can we go to St. Mungo's instead?' Hermione proposed, receiving a grin from Ron. Mr. Weasley sighed, and nodded.

`Can you go with them Filius?' Arthur asked the short man. He nodded, and walked over to Harry and Hermione. Ron went and returned with Ginny, telling her where they were going.

They all Apparated to St. Mungo's, and went up to the forth floor where the twins were being treated. All five of them had to painfully wait in a small waiting room at the end of the hallway. Ginny was sobbing into Ron's shoulder, and Harry was rubbing Hermione's hand, as she looked blankly at the floor. All they were told when they came in was that George looked like he would be alright, but Fred was not doing as well.

`Are you alright?' Harry asked Hermione. She snapped out of her trance, and nodded lightly.

`I was worried, I'll admit it, but I knew you would catch on.'

`Sorry . . . about using Legilimency' Harry said quietly, looking down at his feet.

`It's fine Harry. Really, it didn't hurt, and I like that memory anyways' she answered, lifting his head. He smiled, and they gave each other a short kiss. The four of them, along with Professor Flitwick waited for a while before hearing any news from either The Burrow, or the room down the hall.

Finally, around one hour later, Tonks, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley came onto the floor. Ginny jumped out of her chair, and hugged her father like a little girl would hug her daddy. He smiled, and returned it, and they came to the others.

`Is everyone alright?' Hermione asked. Arthur shook his head.

`Kingsley took a bad jinx to one of his legs, but he's getting checked out. That other fellow, what's his name, Toper?'

`Topher' Harry offered.

`Yes, he was clipped by an odd curse right after he Apparated. Ripped up his arm pretty bad. He's downstairs getting checked. Any news on Fred and George?'

`Nothing. They said George was sleeping, and should be fine, but no word on Fred' Ron relayed. Arthur lowered his head, and placed it in his hands, giving a sigh.

`I told them to close the store, I told them!' he muttered to himself. Ginny came over, and looked at her father, placing a hand on his back.

`It's not your fault dad.' He nodded, but kept his head on his lap. Just then, Mrs. Weasley, along with Bill and Fleur came onto the floor, and Arthur gave his wife a hug. She was still crying, and muttering into her husband's ear.

`Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?' a Healer asked behind them, holding a small white clipboard. They broke their embrace, and looked at the short man who spoke. Everyone got up, and gathered around to hear any news.

`George will be alright. He was under a few odd curses, but we managed to clear them up' the Healer stated. Everyone still stood on their tip-toes to hear the rest.

`And Fred?' Mrs. Weasley asked shakily, tears again brimming on her eyes. The Healer looked down at his clipboard silently, and Mrs. Weasley began to sob more. Harry's mind was already formulating what the Healer was going to say.

`I'm sorry, but we couldn't save him' the short man spoke.

Everyone stood motionless for a moment, then Mrs. Weasley howled in pain, and collapsed into her husband's chest, crying like Harry never saw before. Mr. Weasley's eyes began to brim, and he started to cry as well.

The entire group slowly looked at each other in shock, and enveloped Mr. and Mrs. Weasley in a sorrowful hug. Harry--who was at first too stunned to cry--began realizing he would never again see or talk to Fred ever again.

The group stood there for what felt like an eternity, drowning in their grief for the loss of such a wonderful person. The twins were no more; it would only be George. Harry felt like the natural order of the world was broken, and tears formed in his eyes, and he hugged harder, Hermione on his right, Ron on his left. They both looked at him with tears flowing down their cheeks, and squeezed his shoulders in support.

It was the first loss for the Weasley family in the Second War, and deep down, below the tears and sorrow, Harry prayed it would be the only one.

Spell / Name Meanings:
Leanna Lisenox - Lee (Old Eng. "leah" = meadow) + Anna (Latinate form of Hannah), Lisen (L. "licens" = free) + ox (L. "ferox" = spirit) (Lisenox = free spirit)

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CHAPTER TWENTY

Guardians of Hogwarts

The funeral took place two days later. Mrs. Weasley was beyond sad--she was completely devastated. Mr. Weasley, along with the rest of the family helped in the grieving process, but everyone had a terrible time.

They stayed in St. Mungo's for that first night, to stay by George. As hard as it was for everyone, they knew the hardest hit would be George. Waking up to find his brother-his best friend-his equal, was no more; Harry couldn't comprehend how he would feel.

When George did stir, Mr. Weasley was the one to break the news. Harry could see in George's face that he knew something was wrong before he was told. He woke up, and looked around to find Fred, and only found an empty bed next to him.

The family took turns consoling, and just supporting George. Everyone went in one at a time, and made sure never to leave him alone. As much as he might ask to be left alone, they never did. George continued to talk about times he and Fred shared, and some of their lesser known pranks that they accomplished. Harry's time in the room made him miss Fred even more, but also made sure he would never forget him either.

George was brought home to The Burrow the next day. He stayed in his old room, and Bill and Charlie cleaned up the store, and closed it up properly for the time. One of George's assistants, Verity, came and tried to help George. They were close, the family found out, and George seemed to open up with her.

On the day of the funeral, everyone made their way quietly to a nearby hill not far from The Burrow. Harry never ventured this way, and when he arrived at the top, he found a small white-picket fence surrounding a small cemetery. A wide branching Oak tree stood near the middle of the stones, and provided a skeleton-like canopy; the dark brown contrasting greatly against the grey sky and ivory snow.

The ceremony was somber and quiet. Mrs. Weasley wept while the Cleric performed the funeral rights. Mr. Weasley, along with Bill held onto her tightly. George stood like a statue, lost in perpetual sorrow and grief. Charlie, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione stood close to George for support. A cold December wind blew through the group, which also included numerous Order members, Hogwarts professors, many regulars at the joke shop, and people from George's year at Hogwarts, including Lee Jordan.

Once the Cleric finished, he gave his wand a slow wave, and the ground covered over the casket. The Weasley family had a long tradition of burying their relatives in a manner much like that of muggles. The Cleric then came and handed Mr. and Mrs. Weasley Fred's wand. Mrs. Weasley was too overwhelmed to accept it, and Mr. Weasley--tears trickling down his cheeks—grasped his son's wand, and nodded thankfully to the Cleric.

With an immense amount of tears in his eyes, Mr. Weasley looked to his family, and down at his downcast wife. His waterlogged eyes then moved to the area where Fred was buried. In a horribly slow and painful move, he took hold of Fred's wand with both of his hands.

The wind died, and everyone was silent. Closing his eyes, and allowing a sob to exit his mouth, Mr. Weasley--in pure and utter anguish—snapped his late-son's wand. The sound of the snapping wood echoed across the open plain, and seemed intensified by the lack of wind or even breath from the mourners.

Mrs. Weasley doubled over in grief as the sound penetrated her soul, and Mr. Weasley held on to her tightly, the wand fragments now held in his hand firmly. His fingers ran the length of the wood behind Mrs. Weasley's back, and he cried as a mourning father would for his lost son. People watching the scene cried for the parents, and Hermione held Harry's arm for support, as she wiped her tears.

Mr. Weasley recovered himself enough after a few moments, and began helping his wife down the hill.

Everyone made their way back to The Burrow silently, and sat down to talk with each other quietly. Most conversation revolved around Fred, and how wonderful a person he was in life. The pranks he made with George, and the time they went through the halls in Hogwarts with Harry yelling `Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through” in his second year were talked about, along with many other wonderful memories that—even in the sad atmosphere—made people smile.

Harry felt it helped George a lot to have so many people there helping him and the family. Although he never smiled, Harry could tell he was improving, if only slightly. He did worry if George would ever return to the fun-loving person he used to be, but only time would tell.

Hermione went through the Weasley family, and gave them her sympathies and good-byes. She was leaving to go and see her own family for a few days. She and Mrs. Weasley held a long and drawn out hug, and both women cried in each others arms. Hermione then took Harry by the hand, and they walked outside by themselves.

`I'll be back at Hogwarts in a few days' she said quietly to Harry as they walked into the snow covered garden. They stopped a few meters from the house, and Hermione turned to face Harry. She draped her arms around Harry, their coats making the move harder to do than usual, and they kissed short, but sweetly.

Hermione pulled back, and she glanced up to the hill with the Oak tree. Tears began brimming, as they had for many people that day, and she hugged Harry tightly.

`Harry I'm so worried' she admitted to Harry's shoulder. Harry squeezed back, and stroked her rippled and slightly frizzed hair.

`Don't worry Hermione. Just see your parents, and enjoy the time. I'll see you when you come back alright?' he asked encouragingly. Hermione stayed in the hug, and she nodded. They parted, and he gave her a kiss. She took a few steps back, and sighed.

She gave a small wave, Harry retuning it, and she Apparated to her home. Harry looked up at the hill for a moment, the cold December wind nipping at his nose, then returned to The Burrow.

Harry went and sat by Ron in the sitting room. He and Ginny were sitting with Bill and Fleur; all of whom were quiet. Ron gave Harry a placid smile, and looked back to the fire. Harry looked around the room, and found George moving towards the small group, facing Harry. Everyone stood up, and George put a shaky hand on Harry's shoulder. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, and his face was pale.

`Whatever you need to defeat Voldemort—whatever you want—I'll make it' he asserted. It was the most confident sentence Harry heard him say since he was released from St. Mungo's.

`Thanks George. We'll get him' Harry answered strongly, placing a hand on George's shoulder. George's expression turned to one of determination and hardness, and the two hugged each other tightly. Ron pat his brother's shoulder, and George gave him a shadow of a smile, and turned to Ginny to hug her. Harry faced Ron with a new found sense of confidence.

`We need to find out what the Order knows about the attack. There had to be a reason behind it' Harry reasoned. Ron nodded, and the two of them made their way to a group of Order members, including Tonks, Shacklebolt—who's leg was working fine now--, Lupin, and a few others.

`How are you doing Harry?' Remus asked, looking tired and drained, the creases on his face as apparent as ever.

`I'm fine. I figured you would still be transformed; that's why I didn't think to call you to help' Harry responded. He remembered the full moon on Christmas Eve, and knew it took Remus a few days to recover.

`Yes, I figured as much, thank you. I am sad to hear about Fred, but glad to hear no one else was hurt seriously. Might I ask where you learned how to perform the Phoenix Fire?'

`Sorry, the what?' Harry asked.

`Phoenix Fire. It's the spell Dumbledore always used to gather Order members when needed. Last time he used it was the night your parents died' Lupin explained.

`I saw it in his Pensieve, and in a spell book. I thought I'd try it out' Harry answered. Lupin smiled, and Moody looked surprised. Well, as surprised as a man with one electric blue eye could look like.

`Try it out? You mean that was your first time doing it Potter?' the ex-Auror asked gruffly. Harry nodded diminutively, and Moody looked at Lupin.

`The Phoenix Fire is a very hard spell; that's why Dumbledore was the only one to use it. You must have been very focused to make it work. Well done!' Lupin praised. Harry couldn't help his cheeks blush a little with the praise, and turned his mind to the reason he came and saw the group of men.

`Does the Order have any ideas why the attack happened?' he asked.

`So far, we think Voldemort wanted to make an example of Fred and George. They continued on working like nothing was wrong, and he probably didn't like that. The imposter who was captured was a younger man; totally devoted to Voldemort. He's in Azkaban now, along with the captured Death Eaters, but they told the Ministry what their plan was' Remus explained.

`So what was it?' Ron asked.

`They were going to enter The Burrow, and try to learn as much as possible about Hogwarts and, more specifically, you Harry. One was even supposed to impersonate Hermione if he could. The two would stay in here with the family until the surprise Death Eater attack. This way, they could either stay with the family if the attack failed, or turn on the family and surprise them by attacking. It was lucky Baldric checked on the twins, or it could have been a lot worst.' Remus rubbed his forehead, and Tonks placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

`Where is Baldric?' Ron asked. Remus looked up, and placed a short smile on his face, trying to stave off his tiredness.

`He had some business at the Ministry. He'll be around later I'm sure' he answered.

`How is your leg Kingsley?' Harry asked. The tall man lifted his leg, and stretched it back for show.

`Good as new. Got hit by three separate spells at once, made for a bad combination' he answered in his deep voice. Harry looked around for a moment for the other injury from the night, and for the second time that week, noticed someone missing.

`Was Topher not invited?' Harry inquired. Ron looked around as well, and shrugged his shoulders.

`He was, but he asked me to give you this' Tonks said, giving Harry a sealed piece of parchment. Harry ran his wand over the seal, and opened it.

Dear Harry,

My injury healed, and I am sorry I could not make it to Fred's funeral. I had pressing matters to attend to regarding my research, of which I would like you to see when you return to Hogwarts.

Please give my regards to the Weasley family in my absence.

Sincerely,
Topher

Harry folded up the parchment, and put it in his pocket. When he looked up, he found the group around him looking at him expectantly.

`He said he was busy doing research' Harry answered, everyone nodding their understanding.

`You know, I saw him in the Ministry a few days ago' Tonks mentioned.

`In the Ministry?' Ron asked, giving Harry a strange look. Tonks nodded.

`Yeah, making his way to the administration offices on the Level One. I didn't know he was your DADA professor, otherwise I would have said hello.' Ron again gave a strange look to Harry, and he understood his meaning.

What was Topher doing in the Ministry for Magic? He never mentioned going there, or needing to go there. Going back to the message, he mentioned more research. Harry decided for the time, to keep his ponderings and wonders low, and continue to be with his family.

*

Harry, Ron, and Ginny returned to Hogwarts two days later. The mood in The Burrow remained quiet and solemn, but Harry could feel the healing process taking place when he left. Mrs. Weasley's crying was lessened, and George started talking more to everyone, and started spending less time in his old room.

The entire family, the day Harry returned to Hogwarts, went to the shop, to slowly allow the healing to continue, and was surprised by an amazing outpour of mourning.

In front of the door, where the closed sign hung, hundreds of flowers were laid on the snow. Deep pink and white Roses stood out from the rest, all laid in pairs—no singles, and no bunches. Light purple Statices and various colours of Zinnias made the memorial burst with colour and warmth against the pale grey of the snow; while mingled within the Roses and colour, the constant blue of Forget-Me-Not brought the whole scene to completeness.

Littered within the grief-grown flower garden, dozens upon dozens of notes of gratitude and sadness to both Fred and George were present. Picking a few up, George cried at the wonderful messages of thanks and encouragement to fight on that was held within the notes. The family left the flowers be, and everyone returned to The Burrow, were Harry and the others left back to Hogwarts through the fireplace.

When they arrived, Professor McGonagall gave her sympathies to them all and their family. Harry told her of Hermione's visit to her parents, and she nicely decided to wait until after she returned to have a meeting with the two of them about this next month and duties.

Walking through the hallways towards the East Tower, Harry was surprised at the number of students. Some must have come back earlier, because the number on Christmas was not as high as he was seeing. Of course it was not near the number in a regular year, or the number before Christmas Holidays, but it was promising.

Wasting no time, Harry put his items in his dormitory, sent his letter to Hermione using the same owl she was allowed to use during the past summer, Capella, and made his way to the Defence classroom.

Harry knocked on the door, and found no sound coming from inside. He looked up and down the corridor, and finding it empty, tried banging on the door. Finally, after several moments, the door opened, and Topher peered out.

`Harry! Oh, sorry about that. I didn't know you came back' he said, inviting Harry inside. Harry entered, and turned when he saw Topher once again sealing the door, and casting a few silent charms on it.

`How was the service?' he asked, as he moved around, and motioned Harry to sit in front of his desk, which had a single sheet of very, very old yellowed parchment.

`Quiet, but nice.' Topher sat down, and nodded slowly.

`I am sorry I couldn't be there. After my arm was healed, I needed to come back here right away.'

`Where were you on Christmas? You weren't in the Great Hall for the feast' Harry inquired. Topher smiled—with both sides—and leaned back a little.

`Very attentive Harry. I was busy doing my research. I wish I could have done it another day, but I was allowed an opportunity I couldn't pass. How was your Christmas?' he asked, Harry knowing he was trying to steer the conversation away from his research.

`It was fine. Why were you in the Ministry for Magic?' Harry let out. Harry was worried if he was becoming too nosy, but relaxed when Topher again smiled, even larger than before.

`You catch everything, don't you? Yes, I was in the Ministry, on Christmas in fact' he divulged.

`Doing what, if you don't mind me asking?' Harry, in the few seconds that passed, realized he should be a little less demanding with the man—who not only just a week earlier showed him his parents graves—but also was a professor, and on his side.

`I don't mind at all Harry, really. I have a friend, actually one of Dumbledore's friends, that allowed me access to a very old room. The lack of staff in the Ministry made it easier to do on Christmas' Topher explained quietly, as if still worried someone could hear, even though he obviously put a Silencing Charm on the room.

`And old room? Where?' Harry asked, some of his wonder escaping into his voice.

`Have you ever been in the lower levels of the Ministry?'

`Yeah, I was charged with underage wizardry when I was fifteen, and had my trial in Courtroom Ten, on Level Ten.'

`Along the hallway to the courtroom there are rooms that run off, with large wooden doors. They're record rooms, where the Ministry stores all its very old parchment records, incase they need them.' Harry's brow furrowed slightly at the news.

`Why did you need Ministry records?' he asked. Topher stood up beaming again, and pulled out the parchment roll Harry had seen before, with the snake and figures.

`The magic on this scroll' he explained, pointing to the scroll, `is said to be Egyptian. As I told you, most—if not all—the remaining scrolls from Egypt are in the Ministry. I know getting access to those will be impossible, but finding the records of what the Ministry has is different. I contacted this friend of Dumbledore, and asked him if he could get the records. He did one better, and was able to allow me access to the rooms. He told the guard it was for a school project on History of Magic, and that he would supervise.'

`So what did you find?' Topher put away the scroll with the snake, and motioned to the ancient looking parchment that was on his desk in the first place.

`This scroll here. It's very promising, because it talks about an expedition into a very ancient, and powerfully magical tomb, and the retrieval of many scrolls and other artifacts.'

`Why is that so different than any other expedition?' Harry asked, some doubt in his voice. Topher bent down over the scroll, and pointed at a section that looked to be written in some odd form of writing and pictures.

`This is what makes this different' Topher remarked.

`What is it?' Harry got up, and moved around to see the parchment correctly.

`The recorder wrote down a part of the hieroglyphics that were found on some of the items recovered from the tomb' Harry looked at the pictures, and tilted his head.

`But I remember seeing hieroglyphics at the museum when I was a young, and they didn't look like this' he confessed. Topher simply continued smiling, and nodding.

`Yes, because those were muggle hieroglyphics—these are wizard's' he informed, sounding neither condescending nor boastful.

`So, have you figured out what is says?' Harry asked hesitantly. Topher shook his head, but pointed one of his fingers at a prominent symbol.

`No, only this one' he professed. Harry looked down, and found him pointing to a hieroglyph of something that resembled a stork, followed by a semi-circle and two diagonal lines.

`What does it mean?'

`Have you ever heard of Thoth?' Topher asked somewhat dramatically. Wracking his brain, the name sounded vaguely familiar to Harry; possibly from History of Magic.

`I think so. Wasn't he a really powerful wizard?' He never liked History of Magic, but he hoped he was right here. Where was Hermione when he needed her?

`The most powerful wizard to ever live actually. It was written that he could control the sky and the earth, talk to animals, and perform magic the world has never seen. Muggles thought he was a God, and wrote him as the God of wisdom, the moon, time, magic, and writing.

`It was believed, by wizard historians, that before Thoth died, he wrote all his knowledge in a book. It was put in the tomb of a prince, and protected by immortal guards and countless powerful spells and curses.'

`And you think this record is of an expedition to that tomb?' Harry questioned. Topher motioned Harry to sit back down, and he did so. Topher then leaned back in his chair, and put his fingers to his chin.

`That I'm unsure of. I still need to decipher the rest of the scroll. But, I'll tell you this Harry; the Book of Thoth was believed to have a terrible curse set upon it. Anyone to remove it from the tomb would suffer a terrible life, and death, if they didn't return it to its proper place of rest.'

`And?'

`And at the bottom of this scroll, the recorder wrote that all the men on this expedition died within two months, along with their families. Almost all died very horrifically, I might add; some by dragons, some by horrible plagues, and so on.' Harry leaned back, and let out an astonished breath, however was still pessimistic about it all.

`So you think this, what was it, Oroborus thing, is in this book, that you think the Ministry has, or had?' Harry questioned. Topher chuckled a little, and smiled.

`I know, it sounds like a long shot. The Book of Thoth is just a myth really. Those who believe it existed, think it was lost thousands of years ago. The magic to defeat Voldemort would definitely reside in the Book of Thoth however, so I'm going to try. I still need to do more research, and that's why I came here. With this revelation, I think I'm on the right path. For the time, let me worry about this, and you worry about your dueling lessons' Topher asserted calmly.

`Yeah, well, I still need to plan those out' Harry admitted.

`I'd suggest you go and do that then' Topher said easily. Harry smiled, and stood up, Topher doing the same.

`Oh, and well done with Hermione' he added. Harry's smile increased, and Topher laughed.

`Thanks for the advice from before by the way' said Harry. Topher came around the desk, and started to walk Harry out leisurely.

`Not a problem Harry. I could see you needed a little kick in the pants to get moving.' Topher and Harry bid farewell to each other, and Harry returned to the East Tower. Once he sat down at the desk, he started planning out his first dueling lesson.

*

`Do you think a lot of people will show up?' Ron asked, as he, Harry, and Hermione moved through the hallway. It was the first week back, and the school numbers were almost identical to that from before Christmas. Seamus stayed, and many others that were debating not to before did as well. Seamus himself said it was because of the dueling lessons. That, and he didn't find the idea of spending all that time around his grandmother to be too exciting.

`I've had a lot of people ask me about the dueling club, so I can imagine so' Hermione put in. So far, Harry had many people come and ask him the time and place to go for the meeting. Harry decided to have the lessons on Wednesday nights, and once more, in the Room of Requirement.

They started up the flight of stairs towards the seventh floor. As they turned the corner, Harry found a mob of people standing the hallway.

`Bloody hell!' Ron voiced, looking at Harry, his surprise plainly showing on his face. Harry moved into the throng of people, to where the doorway to the Room of Requirement would be. One thing he did know; he would need to think of a bigger room.

Ron and Hermione, knowing what to do, cleared some space for Harry to think of the room he needed, while he paced. Three times he walked across the barrier, and finally a doorway appeared. He walked over, and opened the door, while the others watched.

Walking in, Harry found the room to be a mixture of the Great Hall, and the library. Although not as huge as the Great Hall, it was wide and long, and more than large enough for the new members of the club. Bookshelves lined the stone walls, except for the ends where massive stone-cut fireplaces stood, and red carpeting filled the floor.

While the mass of students entered the room, Harry walked towards the far end, where a heavy wood table was sitting, with one blank scroll of parchment, a quill, and a few wooden chairs sitting around it. Hermione walked up behind Harry, as well as Ron, and both smiled at him.

`This will be perfect' Harry said gazing around the hall, turning around and hearing the door close shut.

Over a hundred people now stood in the room, all looking squarely at Harry. As if reading his mind, a small stage appeared in front of him, and he stood on it, so even people in the back could see him. He cleared his throat, and was once again reminded about how he hated talking in front of a crowd.

`Hello everyone. This is going to be the dueling club. For starters, I am in charge. If you have a problem with me, or start trouble, you're out. Next, this is for protection only. Don't use these spells on friends, or for pranks. You do, and you'll find yourself out of Hogwarts.' Everyone was listening to Harry carefully, and the air seemed thick with the seriousness of Harry's claims.

`To start, I need everyone to get in a line, and sign their name on the parchment roll up here. People who were in the DA, I need you up here first' Harry announced. He came off the stage, and let out a sigh. Hermione beamed at him, and started getting people in line, while Ron took the parchment roll, and got it ready for people to sign.

Quickly, old members of the DA came to the front, including Neville, Luna, Ginny, Susan Bones, both Creevey brothers, Ernie Macmillan, Dean, and Seamus. They all quickly signed their names, and made their way over to Harry, who was standing away from the crowd of chatting new members.

`Now this is a turn out!' Ernie cheered, the other members agreeing. Harry smiled, and looked at the old members.

`I'll need you're help guys. Ernie is right, there's a lot of people here, and I can't teach them all-`

`Harry' Seamus interrupted, `we'll help, don't worry. This isn't for us anymore, this is for Hogwarts.' The statement shook Harry with its truth, and the other members agreed with Seamus and his assessment.

`Thanks guys. Today I planned on just trying Disarming Spells; simple and easy, since there are people from every year. If you guys can just go through and help people out, that'd be great' said Harry. Everyone nodded, and Harry turned back to see the line halfway done. He went ahead and sat down next to Ron and Hermione behind the table.

`Harry, this will be great. There are students from every year, and every house. It's exactly like the Sorting Hat said; “You all must stand together, and protect Hogwarts from its foes”' Hermione proclaimed.

`Yeah, well I'm just--wait, how in the world did you remember that?' Harry asked disbelievingly.

`Oh you know, a little Memory Potion here . . .'

`I knew it! You do take that stuff!' Ron expounded, turning to the two of them. Hermione rolled her eyes, and smirked at Harry. The final students signed their name on the now long list, and Harry stood once again on the stage, Hermione just off the stage behind him with the scroll.

`Alright, first thing we'll be doing-`

`Is coming up with a name' Hermione insisted. Harry turned around, and she stood up on the stage next to Harry, and smiled at the crowd.

`I thought we were using “Dumbledore's Army” again?' Ginny asked, who was standing in front.

`We used Dumbledore's Army, because it was pertinent to the time. Calling the club that now wouldn't make as much sense. We need a name that reflects what we're doing' Hermione justified. There was a slight murmur between the students, and Colin Creevey spoke up

`We're defending Hogwarts, and ourselves' he put in. People nodded, and the murmur continued.

`We're guardians' Luna voiced simply, but loud enough for people to hear. The noise level lowered, and everyone looked at her.

`Sorry?' Harry asked. Luna approached the stage and explained.

`We're protectors of Hogwarts. That makes us guardians.' The statement sounded good, but the effect was lessened by Luna playing with her Butterbeer cork necklace, and looking around at the lantern lights after she was done.

`Guardians of Hogwarts!' a few energetic students shouted together after a second or two. Everyone clapped in agreement, and Hermione smiled.

`Alright, Guardians of Hogwarts it is' she said, writing the name on the top of the parchment.

`The Guard for short' Seamus added. The murmur grew again, to one of excitement. Hermione mouthed sorry, and Harry returned to his lesson.

`To start, I need everyone to pair up. We're going to start with disarming spells.' The mass of students, moved into pairs, and Harry and his helpers started moving through the crowd helping students. Harry found that it helped to pair the younger students together, and keep the older ones with students in their year. In this manner, Harry could get more DA members to help the younger, less focused students, while the older students progressed easier.

The meeting ended after an hour, and it looked to be doing great. Many of the older students could perform the charm easily. Some first years were even getting it, but most had some difficulty. As everyone filed out of the room, talking happily over the lesson and its worth, Harry asked the older DA members to say back.

`Thanks again guys for all the help. Since the Guard is so large, I'll really need your help' Harry requested. Everyone looked at each other in thought, and Neville stepped forward.

`Seamus and Ernie are right; we're doing this for Hogwarts. I'll help as much as I can' he said confidently. Harry smiled at Neville, and looked to the rest. They all nodded in agreement, and stepped forward as well.

`We'll help Harry. You helped us, now we'll help you' Ernie said nobly.

`OK. You guys will still be the DA, to make things easy. I doubt you guys still have your Galleons, right?' Harry asked. At the mention of Galleons, every one of the members reached into their pockets, and pulled out the fake Galleons that Hermione made two years prior. Harry couldn't hide the surprise on his face, and it was obvious, since all the DA members chuckled at his reaction.

`Oh, well . . . in that case, if I need to get a hold of you guys outside lessons, just check the Galleon' he said. Everyone agreed, and headed out of the room. Ron left with Luna, and left Harry and Hermione in the cavernous room. As the door closed, Hermione turned to Harry, and beamed at him as she approached.

`This is wonderful Harry. If we can teach them well enough, they'll have a chance when Voldemort comes.' She kissed Harry, and he returned it, but stopped it short. He started pacing around, and Hermione tilted her head in worry.

`Harry, what's the matter?' she asked. Harry sighed, and smiled when she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

`How are we going to find the other Horcruxes?' he questioned. He stepped away, and her hand fell to her side.

`How many are left?'

`If there are six, with the part in Voldemort, then there's Hufflepuff's Cup, Nagini, and my . . . my scar.' Harry once again placed his hand to his forehead, and felt a shiver run through him, as it did when he remembered the deformity. Hermione came around in front of him, and gently took his hand in hers, and kissed his forehead.

`Then let's focus on the Cup. Have you talked to Dumbledore about it?' Harry shook his head, and she smiled sweetly at him.

`Well, go talk to him, and we'll get started.' Harry smiled at Hermione, and they left the room.

The next night, Harry made his way to Professor McGonagall's office. She was inside talking to Professor Fourmove, and the two graciously left the office so he could talk to Dumbledore's Portrait by himself.

`Hello Harry. I should start by congratulating you and Miss Granger' he said, smiling warmly.

`How did you find out?' Harry asked, as he took a seat.

`Being a portrait has its advantages. That, and I know about the tradition.' He smiled again, and the Head Boy laughed.

`It seemed everyone knew about it but me. Was it you that chose Hermione and I to be Heads?' Harry asked, wondering if it was Dumbledore that was playing match-maker. Dumbledore shook his head.

`No. I recommended you two, but the staff selected you. The Governors then approved, and sent the badges. Don't think it was the tradition that put you two together. I could tell from very early on that you two would make it together in some manner.' Dumbledore then smiled again, and fixed his hat.

`So how are your lesson with Topher going?' he asked.

`They're going well. He said we're going to start on more advanced magic now.'

`That's very good Harry. I was told you and Hermione performed a Patronus Sphere. That is a great feat.'

`Why is it so hard to do? We just did a Patronus at the same time' Harry mentioned.

`It's hard, because not only do the casters have to do the charm at the same time, but also have to be using the exact same happy thought or memory.'

`Really?' Harry asked. Hermione used the memory of the hug as well? Dumbledore nodded, and Harry felt his insides warm with the realization.

`I have also heard you started a dueling club to help the students and Topher.'

`Yeah, sort of like the DA in fifth year. It's a lot bigger though, at least a third of the school.'

`Yes, well, be expecting more Harry. Dark times are approaching, and students need to be prepared for the worst. Have you named the club?'

`Guardians of Hogwarts. The old DA members are helping me out. We had our first meeting last night, and it seemed to work well.' Dumbledore nodded, looking off to the side in thought.

`Guardians you say? A better choice of name than I think you know.' Harry's brow furrowed, and Dumbledore continued.

`I suggest talking to Miss Granger about that. I daresay you have read Hogwarts: A History, but it will shed some light.' Harry nodded, and made a mental note to ask her once he returned to the East Tower. `Have you made any way with the Horcruxes?' Dumbledore asked.

`Actually, that's what I came to talk to you about' Harry informed.

`Oh, I see. And what is it you wish to discuss?'

`Well, by my count, there are three Horcruxes left to destroy: Hufflepuff's Cup, Nagini, and my scar.'

`That sounds correct' Dumbledore affirmed.

`Do you have ideas where Hufflepuff's Cup could be?'

`Ideas? Hundreds of them, however many are outlandish and I know, false. The places I think that are most plausible, I have already shown you.'

`You have?' Harry questioned. Dumbledore nodded.

`I did, just this past year, in the Pensieve.'

`So showing me those memories wasn't just for the history lesson?' Harry asked, trying not to sound rude. Dumbledore smiled.

`Not entirely. It is important for you to know Lord Voldemort's history, but yes, there was this reason as well. Do you remember the places you saw?' Harry stretched his mind, trying to remember.

`There was: the Orphanage, Hogwarts, the Gaunt House, Riddle's House, the old lady's house, what was her name?'

`Hepzibah Smith' Dumbledore offered.

`Yeah. You think the Cup could be at one of those places?'

`Not all of them. We can rule out the Gaunt House, because the ring was there. Also, there is little chance one resides in Hepzibah Smith's home.'

`Why is that sir?'

`Because it is no more. It was destroyed in a very violent fire a few weeks after her death. There is nothing left of it.' Harry nodded his head, and thought for a moment.

`So we need to go and search Hogwarts, as well as the Riddle House and the Orphanage?' Dumbledore nodded.

`I would start with the castle. Though I am sure there is nothing here, a Cup could easily be hidden somewhere.' Harry's memory was still working well however, and he wondered about a Horcrux being in the castle.

`But how could Voldemort get one in here?' Harry asked.

`Remember, Tom came back to ask for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position. He could have hidden it then' Dumbledore stated. Harry's face fell into dismay wit the prospect of searching the entire castle, and Dumbledore seemed to notice.

`I think it may be best to enlist the help of the house elves here. They can search the castle much more thoroughly than students.' Harry's face lightened with the idea, since it would make things a great deal better, and would not require him to get on his hands and knees, searching the dungeons and bowels of the castle for a flimsy cup.

`I'll get started right away' Harry said, getting up.

`Please give my condolences to the Weasley's. Fred will be remembered as one of those wonderful people, who could always bring a ray of sunshine to a room.'

`It'll be tough, especially for George.' Dumbledore leaned in portrait to face Harry more seriously.

`Get him to help you Harry. George will be looking for methods of pouring his sorrow and grief out. If you do not help him focus, he could do something rash, and serious consequences could arise.' Harry walked to the portrait, so he faced it closely.

`He did offer to help me' Harry mentioned.

`Good, good. Think of items your Guardians or you and your friends could use to fight Death Eaters, or find the Horcruxes. Get him working, get him motivated, and driven to fight those who took his brother. He will be better for it in the end.' Harry could see his reasoning, and nodded confidently. He bid Dumbledore farewell, and went back to the East Tower.

Upon entering, Harry found Hermione sitting at the desk reading a book. She looked up at Harry, and waved him over quickly.

`What's up?' he asked lightly, leaning down next to her, the perfume of honeysuckle wafting under his nose.

`The Guardians of Hogwarts existed before' she claimed. Harry looked at her wondrously, and she nodded, pointing to the text, which Harry saw was Hogwarts: A History.

After the departure of Salazar Slytherin, the remaining Founders believed that the school could be threatened by him, or his descendants. There were still many problems in both the muggle world, and the wizarding worlds at the time. With the beginning of the Wizard's Civil War, the Founders created Guardians to protect Hogwarts.

The Guardians of Hogwarts stood for almost a century, until the Civil War subsided. By this time, around the year 1080AD in the Muggle calendar, the Wizarding world was beginning to calm, and Hogwarts, which had been closed for several years, was reopened. Salazar Slytherin's whereabouts was unknown; however he was never seen alive again. The Founders, agreeing with each other that the school was safe, disbanded the Guardians.

`You see. These Guardians of Hogwarts protected Hogwarts like we will be. We couldn't have picked a better name' Hermione said happily, giving Harry a nice smile. `Maybe Luna read Hogwarts: A History, and thought of the name from there' she suggested, looking at Harry for a response. Harry looked at her and laughed openly.

`No, I think that was just Luna being Luna. Besides, I think you're the only person who has ever read that book.' Harry smirked at Hermione, and received a smack on his shoulder--with the aforementioned book—for the comment. Harry held his shoulder, but continued laughing. Hermione's eyes focused on Harry with a tinge of annoyance.

`What?' she asked, questioning Harry's increased laughter after the swipe at his shoulder.

`Finally you found a good use for that book' he laughed.

Hermione smacked him in the shoulder again with the book.

Spell / Name Meanings:
The flowers placed in front of the twin's shop, and their meanings:
Forget-Me-Not - Faithful love; Undying hope; Memories; Do not forget; True love
Rose (Deep Pink) - Thank you
Rose (White) - Innocence; Purity; Heavenly; Secrecy; Silence; Charm
Statice - Sympathy; Rememberance
Zinnia - Thoughts of absent friends

A/N - Hope you all enjoy enjoyed this chapter here. Please review folks!

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Forgotten Magic

As classes moved into the end of January, they became increasingly difficult. Harry and Ron tried to keep up with the increasing workload, but realized they had to focus more on the Horcruxes and Voldemort. Hermione was at first reluctant to wane on her school work, but was eventually subdued by the other two.

`Hermione, you can't expect to do everything perfect this year in class. We have to work on the Chamber Pots' Ron maintained, while they were eating lunch. The Great Hall was a buzz that day, as the second meeting of The Guard was taking place that night.

`I know guys, I know. It's just hard for me to purposely not do homework' Hermione admitted. Ron stifled his laugh, knowing how easy it would be for him, and Harry spoke up.

`Don't worry Hermione. You'll still have time for homework, it's just we have to work on bigger things. We have The Guard tonight, and then we need to get moving on the Cup.' He lowered his voice in the last part, just in case. Hermione nodded, and she held Harry's hand under the table in thanks for the reassurance.

`Have you talked to Dobby yet?' Ron asked, jumping back into the conversation. Harry asked Dobby check everywhere in the school for Hufflepuff's Cup. He gave a good description of the cup, but Harry was worried about Dobby's enthusiasm to help. Knowing him, he might just knick every cup in the castle to show Harry.

`I haven't heard back yet. I'm sure he'll be done soon' Harry answered. They finished their lunch, and started their way up to the Charms classroom. They turn down a corridor, and were stopped in a deserted hallway by a small creature with tennis-ball sized green eyes, wearing a massive number of both socks, and hats; extending his small height by almost half a foot.

`Harry Potter sir! Dobby has been a good house elf, and found several cups that match his description' the house elf stated, bowing low, and looking up and Harry and the others.

`Where did you put them Dobby?' Harry asked.

`Dobby puts them in the Come and Go Room, hidden from others they are' Dobby explained, with a smile. Harry looked Ron's watch, knowing his only pointed to people's fates, and realized he did not have the time to check the Room of Requirement and go to Charms.

`I don't have the time to-` he started, but stopped himself. Harry already had to go to the Room of Requirement to prepare things, and tell the DA what he was planning. This meant he had to use the Time Turner. He neglected to use it so far, but he desperately wanted to see the Cups Dobby found.

`What are you thinking Harry?' Hermione questioned. Harry thought for one more moment, and decided.

`I need to see those Cups, and plan tonight's lesson. I can use the Time Turner to check them before the DA arrives tonight' he said eagerly. Hermione was the one who used the Time Turner before, so Harry waited for her reaction, since he was still new to the whole process. She thought for a moment, then began nodding.

`It sounds good Harry. All you need to do is tell Dobby to meet you outside the Room at a certain time. Since you'll be in the Room the whole time, you won't have to worry about you running into yourself' she justified. Harry told Dobby to wait outside the Room of Requirement one hour before supper.

When Harry arrived in the hallway outside the Room of Requirement just before supper, Ron and Hermione both stood at the ends, making sure no one would come down. They both nodded to Harry, and he put the Time Turner chain around his neck. He gave the silver hourglass one inversion, and he was transported back one hour. The sound and shadows of people walking by began slowing down, and when everything stopped, the hallway was empty.

`Dobby?' Harry called quietly. The house elf came out from behind the statue of Barnabas the Barmy, who was trying to teach Trolls ballet, and bowed in front of him.

`Harry Potter is always on time he is!' Dobby complimented. Harry smiled, and Dobby quickly scurried over to where the doorway would be, and he paced across the entrance five times, until a large wooden door appeared. Dobby opened the door, reaching up to push the door, and motioned Harry to follow.

Harry walked in, and found a room that was a mess of old bookshelves, tables, and various other pieces of furniture and knick knacks. Dobby was making his way through the small passageways, and stopped once he turned a corner. Harry came around, and his heart fell.

There, sitting on the floor, was a massive pile of cups. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of cups, of all different sizes and colours sat in a huge pile, which climbed to a height above Dobby's own head. Dobby looked up at Harry expectantly, a large smile on his face, and Harry sighed.

`Is Harry Potter upset with Dobby?' he asked, sounding already devastated. Not bothering for a response, the small creature began crying profusely, and right when Harry was about to comfort him, he began banging his head on a nearby desk top, yelling `Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!' Harry wrenched Dobby away from the desk, and held his head so he wouldn't be able to hurt himself anymore.

`I'm not upset Dobby, really. It's just a big pile, that's all' Harry said calmly, hoping to get Dobby more relaxed. Harry did bend the truth a little; it wasn't a big pile, it was a huge pile. Why Dobby would hide something so easily noticeable in a room like this, Harry didn't know.

Luckily, Dobby calmed down, and straightened his socks.

`I is sorry Harry Potter. I tries to do well in finding his cup. In times of need, Dobby wants to help Harry Potter.' Harry smiled at Dobby, moved over to the pile, and started going through them.

Constantly looking at a nearby clock, he had to go through the cups quickly. The only thing he was looking for was the gold cup, engraved with a golden badger. He had to trudge through many cups, of all different sizes, shapes, and colours. Dobby stood behind him, and caught the cups he threw away, knowing they weren't the one he was looking for.

As the pile began to fade, and the stone floor became visible once more, Harry's heart was feeling a mixture of failure and success. Checking the last tea cup—which was baby blue in colour with one handle, and a wide brim—he unceremoniously lobbed it in the air behind him, and Dobby caught it, placing it in another pile, which he had built. Harry then continued to sit on the stone floor, and sighed loudly.

`Did Harry Potter find his cup?' Dobby asked. Harry debated how to answer, not wanting Dobby to start banging his head again.

`No, but that's alright Dobby. I don't know where it is, and needed to check here first. Now, are you sure those are all the cups that you could find that came close to my description?' Harry asked.

`Yes sir. Dobby collected every cup from the castle that had gold on it, regardless of shape or placement. Dobby checked from lowest dungeon, and the Odd Rooms, to the highest tower, and brought them for Harry Potter here!' the house elf explained, not looking too happy. Harry thought he would start banging his head again, and stood up.

`You did a great job Dobby, really, you did. You helped out tremendously. It's almost five, so can you do something for me?'

`Anything for Harry Potter!' the house elf squeaked, moving forward and looking right up at Harry with his tennis ball sized eyes.

`Can you put back all these cups were you found them by six?' he asked. He needed to room clear by six for The Guard. Dobby luckily bowed, and looked back up at Harry.

`Of course, Dobby can have it cleared in half the time!' he expounded. Harry thanked him again, and went to the door that lead out into the corridor. He waited for the old and dusty grandfather clock to strike five, and then opened the door.

When he opened it, he found the hallway empty. Walking out, the door slammed behind him, and Ron and Hermione came from either ends of the hallway.

`So, did Dobby find it?' Ron asked, as he approached. Harry's stomach gave a rumble, as for him it was an extra hour of no food, and he started off towards the Great Hall before answering.

`He found about ten thousand cups, but not one was the one we need' Harry told his two friends, and they made their way down the stairwells towards the Great Hall.

`Are you sure he checked everywhere?' Hermione asked.

`Pretty sure. Dobby's pretty thorough with things, and I told him this was important.' Harry's stomach gave another rumble, and he continued on.

`Well, at least we don't have to worry about the cup being in Hogwarts then. That only leaves the other two places' Hermione said evenly, as the three entered the Great Hall. They all sat down, and just as they were getting their meals together, Hermione looked up at the head table, and nearly sprayed Ginny-who was sitting next to her-with pumpkin juice.

`What?' Ron asked. Hermione, still working on her juice, tilted her head towards the head table. Harry looked, and held him mouth from spitting out his food in laughter, and horror.

Dobby was moving along the head table, placing the cups he “acquired” back to where they belonged. Professor McGonagall, and most of the other Professors, gave a strange look at the house elf as he moved down the table. Once he got to the end, he scurried towards Harry. Harry's eyes grew wide as he noticed Professor McGonagall watching Dobby move down towards Harry. Harry gave Hermione a nervous glance, and Dobby halted next to Harry.

`Harry Potter sir, Dobby has returned all the cups!' he said happily. Harry quietly thanked the elf, and Dobby—with a snap of his fingers—vanished. Harry dared a glance to the head table, and found Professor McGonagall's eyes boring into him. He quickly looked back to his food, and for the rest of the meal, never looked up from the table.

Once he finished, he quickly got up and went to the Room of Requirement, again avoiding a look at the head table. So far, he had an easy time keeping the Horcruxes secret from Professor McGonagall, and he didn't feel breaking that streak. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Neville all joined him, and once they reached the seventh floor corridor, they found a few energetic Guard members waiting.

Harry performed his walk, and the doorway appeared. Opening the room, he found the same room as the week before. People started filing in, and Harry checked the old clock on the wall. They still had a few minutes until he would start, so in the mean time, he talked to his DA.

`Tonight we'll finish up with Disarming Charms. Next is the Shield Charm. I want people to know how to do at least these two before anything else' Harry explained to the small DA, which filtered in slowly.

Keeping an open door policy, Hermione suggested allowing new members in when they wanted. She and Ginny stayed at the heavy table with the scroll, signing up any new students. After a few minutes past, and the hall was getting full, Seamus closed the door with a thud, and returned to the front with the other DA members.

`Harry, at least fifty new students signed up. This is going great!' Hermione said cheerfully, giving Harry's arm a squeeze. He smiled brightly at her, and took a step onto the stage.

`Alright everyone, welcome to the second meeting of The Guard. To new members, welcome. Please tell your friends that they can come out if they'd like, but they'd be best to join now, before we get too far ahead.

`Tonight we'll be finishing with Disarming Spells, and moving onto the Shield Charm. I need everyone to pair up again, and we'll continue with Disarming for now. For those who already know, or want to try, the Shield Charm is “Protego.”'

Harry was about to step off the stage, when a small second year Hufflepuff put up her hand and spoke.

`Are we going to learn how to do a Patronus?' she asked. A good number of students, mostly the younger ones, nodded their heads, and looked to Harry.

`Yeah, Professor Terrwynebas is going to teach us, but can we learn it here?' a young Slytherin asked. Harry's head stuck on him for a moment, realizing only now, that many more Slytherins were present in The Guard.

`We will be learning them, but not right now. We need to get the basics first' Harry answered. Many student moaned at this answer, and some even looked angry.

`Can you even cast a Patronus?' a pale faced, short haired Slytherin asked, who looked to be in his fourth or fifth year. Harry, meeting this question yet again, rolled his eyes, and didn't even bother answering. Instead he thought of he and Hermione's kiss on Christmas Eve, and raised his wand.

`Expecto Patronum' he articulated. The bright silver phoenix flew out of his wand, and soared over the heads of the students. Many of them ducked, a few shrieked, and many awed at the sight. The phoenix circled back, and dissolved just above Harry, and many of the students, still looking awed, burst into cheers. Harry blushed slightly, and motioned the DA to start their rounds. The group hesitated, all of them looking extremely confused at Harry, and slowly moved into the mass of students, who were eagerly trying their Disarming Spells, with a few Shield Charms popping up here and there.

As Harry stepped off the stage, Neville came over, his brow lowered in concern.

`What happened to your Patronus Harry? Didn't it use to be a stag?' he asked. He could understand the DA's odd looks now.

`It changed over the summer. Now it's a phoenix. If you could, can you tell the other DA members that, so I don't' have a dozen people asking me?' Harry asked. Neville nodded, and started his way through the students, helping a very short, first year Ravenclaw with his defenses.

Once the lesson was over, all the older students could perform the Disarming Spell well, as well as the Shield Charm. Luckily, most of the younger students got the Shield Charm easier than the Disarming, but it was looking promising. Many of the students talked to the DA members before leaving about other people joining.

`That went really well, considering the size of the group' Dean asserted, the other DA members agreeing. They all hung back, to talk to Harry and the others.

`Yeah Harry, The Guard will be the entire school by the end of the month!' Susan Bones boasted.

`Hopefully it will. If what the Sorting Hat said comes true, everyone will need to know how to defend themselves' Hermione insisted. The group went silent, and everyone looked at the floor for a moment, remembering the warning the Hat gave.

`Is You-Know-Who Slytherin's Heir?' Denis Creevey asked quietly. Everyone looked at him for a moment, then to Harry. Harry looked at everyone, then slowly nodded. He could see their faces growing immediately worried, and tried to reassure them.

`This is why we're making The Guard. There's probably more Aurors here than at the Ministry. The professor's are here as well. It's only a precaution that we're training the Guard.' Harry let the words sink in, and both Colin and Denis Creevey looked at each other, nodded, then looked at Harry.

`We're not scared Harry. Our uncle was killed two months ago by Death Eaters, and we know the risks' Colin stated. They both took a step forward and glanced at everyone, before returning to Harry.

`We'd fight for Hogwarts until the very end' Denis said proudly.

`We'd fight against him until the end' Colin added, sounding just as determined. Harry was moved by their statements, but didn't want to think of that yet.

`I know guys, but for now, let's not think about “the end”. Invite any students that ask about our meeting to next week, and we should be working a little more the Shield Charm, then starting on the Stunning and Revival Spells. Any questions, just come see me, Hermione, or Ron. OK?' Harry asked the group. They all agreed, and left the room.

`Terrwynebas owes you good Harry. This club is going to be huge! Might be an idea to get some of the staff to help' Ron pitched in, once it was only him, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna. Harry thought of asking some of the staff, but for the moment, decided not to.

`If the club gets over half the school, then we'll ask. I just don't want the staff encroaching on my teaching' Harry admitted. He could see probably if Professor McGonagall had to follow his orders.

`They won't Harry. Oh, speaking of Topher, he wanted to see you after the meeting tonight' Luna stated.

`You call him Topher?' Harry asked. Luna nodded slowly, like one would if under water.

`He said I could call him Topher. He's a nice professor. He doesn't laugh at me like some of other ones' Luna responded with her usual oddness. Ginny looked at Ron with a smirk, and he retorted with a sarcastic grin. Luna noticed neither.

`Alright, I'll go see him then. I'll see you later in the common room' Harry mentioned to Hermione. She smiled at him sweetly, and he left for Topher's office.

He knocked on the door, and Topher opened it from his desk with his wand.

`Come in Harry. Sorry for the short notice, but I wanted to ask you something' he explained as Harry sat down in front of his desk, where he was marking some papers, which appeared to be on boggarts.

`Harry, why did you have that house elf checking every single cup in the castle?' he asked straightforwardly, still marking his papers and not looking up. Harry couldn't hide his surprise to the question, and Topher smiled, putting down his quill and looking up, showing he was not upset about it.

`Professor McGonagall asked me after supper if I knew why the elf took all the cups. I saw him talk to you afterwards, and thought to ask. She's waiting for me to get back to her, before she asks you; so if the reason is one you don't want her to know about, you'd be best to tell me' Topher suggested.

`It's about Voldemort. I can't say much about it, it's a secret' Harry admitted. Topher nodded, and leaned back in his chair to stretch, his dull grey robes stretching slightly.

`Is it about the Horcruxes?' Topher asked, as if asking if Harry wanted a cup of tea. Harry almost fell off his seat.

`What? I mean—How do you-?' Harry stuttered. Topher smiled again, and leaned forward.

`Dumbledore told me a little of your task. I don't know much, and frankly I don't need to. He said you would tell me if you needed help, but so far I'm guessing it's going alright. But is this cup searching about it?' Harry still couldn't believe what Topher knew. From the start, he knew about the Horcruxes, yet never mentioned it.

`Yes, it was about that' Harry finally uttered. Topher nodded in thought, then picked up his red-marked quill.

`Alright. I'll Professor McGonagall you were searching for a cup you lost, and the house elf got a little too excited in looking for a cup. Are you still planning on making it to our lesson on Saturday?' he asked, moving away from the topic of Horcruxes.

`Yeah—how did you know about Horcruxes all this time and not tell me?' Harry asked, his voice showing some of his discontent. Topher put his quill down again, and sighed.

`Dumbledore told me you'd come to me if you needed help. I still talk to his portrait, and he could have told me more, but he wanted you to tell me. Realize Harry, I do know a little about a Horcrux, but nothing about what you're doing, except that it has to do with Voldemort.

`Believe me, if you want my help with it, I'll give it. Of course you'd have to tell me about everything, but again, I leave that to you. I asked if you're coming on Saturday, because if you don't mind, I would like Hermione to come as well.' Harry decided to leave the issue of Horcruxes behind for now.

`Why do you want Hermione to come?' Harry asked. He wasn't upset about it, just curious.

`As I'm told, she's done very well in History of Magic, and Ancient Runes. I'm going to be telling you about the scrolls I've been deciphering, and she can more than likely help with the history' Topher said easily.

`So we're not working on any magic?' Harry questioned, sounding a little upset with a history lesson.

`You need to know the history of this magic, to know what I'm trying to find. Professor Dumbledore believed this was the only thing that could help you, so it's important to know.' Harry still was not too happy, and Topher must have noticed.

`Don't worry Harry, we'll be getting back to spells and Legilimency next week, I promise' he reassured.

`Alright, I'll ask Hermione' Harry said.

`Good, good. How is the dueling club going?' he asked.

`Really well actually. Almost half the school is in it.'

`That's great to hear, really. Well, I need to get back to grading these papers on boggarts. I'll see you on Saturday evening' Topher said. Harry left the office, and made his way to the East Tower. He asked Hermione about the lesson on Saturday, and she seemed very interested.

`Sure Harry, if you don't mind. I mean, I've read a lot of ancient magic in one of the books Professor Dumbledore gave to me, so hopefully it will help. Of course I don't know much of Egyptian hieroglyphs, but still, it will be interesting to learn' she exclaimed, sounding excited over the lesson. Within five minutes of Harry telling Hermione of the lesson, he found her sitting down reading books on hieroglyphs.

That Saturday night, they made their way to the defence classroom. They walked slowly along the cold hallways, while Hermione went on and on about Egyptian items she read of. Harry listened to it as they walked, but began wanting her to relax about it all.

`Then, when they finished burying him in his tomb, they placed these really old curses on the tomb, and enchanted guards to-` she was saying. Harry shook his head, and planted a kiss on her lips in mid-sentence.

She squeaked for a moment, then fell into the kiss easily; allowing her form to relax and move close to Harry. They kissed for a few moments, and Harry pulled away, looking at Hermione longingly. She was about to speak—probably to ask a question—when Harry placed his finger on her moist lips.

`Please, relax' he whispered closely. She gazed at him for a moment, and she smiled warmly. She nodded slightly, and draped her arms around Harry's neck, and they kissed again.

`It's just really fascinating. Sometimes I just get excited' she confessed, as they continued on towards the classroom. She blushed a little, and Harry chuckled as they reached the doorway.

'Now I know to hand you a book to get your excited' Harry noted, looking down and Hermione.

'Well, it's not the only thing that gets me excited' she replied, giggling again in that un-Hermione-like fashion. She reached up and gave Harry a quick kiss, they knocked on the door, and entered.

Topher was going through a number of old parchment scrolls, and arranging them in specific order. He looked up, seeing the two Heads, and beamed at the two of them.

`Ah, perfect. I hope you are both doing well. Come and sit down' he said, motioning to a set of chairs in front of his desk. They sat down, and Topher did the same, although the pile of scrolls hid him slightly.

`Thank you for coming Hermione' Topher started. `I wanted to hear your opinion of this, as well as any input you may have.'

`Of course Topher, I'll help as much as possible' Hermione reassured, giving Harry a glance and a smile.

`Good. Tonight, we're going to be talking about the ancient wizard Thoth, his book, and the tale of Setna. Do you know about any of these things, before I begin?' Topher asked the two of them. Harry shoook his head, and looked to Hermione. She bit her lip in thought, something Harry had to admit, he found cute, and she nodded.

`Thoth was an Egyptian God; of magic I believe. He was very powerful, and supposedly wrote all his secrets in an powerful book called the Book of Thoth, even though it was thought to actually be on a scroll' she explained. She waited for a response, but got none, and continued.

`It was believed that the scroll was buried with a Prince, and protected by spells and guardians. That's about all the information I could really find in the short time frame' she finished, sounding upset with her lack of knowledge on the subject. Topher leaned forward in his chair, and stood; beginning to pace behind the desk.

`That's all correct Hermione. Believe me, you know more than most people already, so don't be disheartened. It is forgotten magic, known to very few people' he maintained. She grinned at this, and Topher continued.

`Yes, it was believed buried with an Egyptian Prince. Most of the names are meaningless to us, but his name was Nefrekeptah, and he was the son of Amenhotep. He was considered the most powerful wizard of his time, and it was believed to be because of the Book. As I told Harry, the Book was believed to house magic the world had never seen. Very ancient and massive magic not meant for human eyes.' He stopped pacing for a moment, then turned and sat back down, this time on the side of this desk.

`The story of Setna is usually used as a warning for greed. You see, Setna was a scholar, and a very powerful wizard, but he was not satisfied with knowing that Nefre- . . . Nefrek- . . . well, the Prince—who lived centuries before Setna--was more powerful than him. He sought to find the Book of Thoth, and learn of its secrets.

`He and his brother went to the Prince's tomb, and confronted the guardians, which were called kas. They are mummified bodies that are forever guarding the tomb. Kas have caused many problems for wizards in Egypt, because they aren't Inferi, and they're not dead. They're something different. The only way to keep them from causing trouble, is to leave the tomb alone.' Harry was surprised to find himself actually interested in hearing about all this, and the old magic. He glanced at Hermione, and a wide smile wiped across his face, seeing how she was sitting on the edge of her seat, eating up every word Topher said.

`Setna and his brother however, wanted the Book. They were told the horrible story of the Prince's life, and how he lost everything in the pursuit of knowledge and power. His son and wife—which were the kas that guarded the tomb—were dead within hours of his reading the book. He had the power to restore them to life, but it would not work.

`Setna heard of this story, but was not swayed. The kas realized there was no chance of changing his mind, and they played an old game, similar to chess, for the book. Setna was loosing, and he used magic against the kas, stole the book, and left the tomb. The kas yelled to him he would come back, crawling and begging for forgiveness.' Topher took a breath from the long story, and shifted in his chair. Hermione was itching to hear more.

`So what happened?' she asked hurriedly.

`What was expected; Setna read the book. His father begged him to return it, but he didn't. One day, he fell in love with a beautiful woman. Of course he was married, with a child, and he loved both of them very much. The beautiful woman said he would have to murder them both to have her. He was so charmed by this woman, magically of course, that he did just that. He murdered his own wife and child, and returned to the woman. The woman turned into a corpse, and Setna woke up.'

`Woke up? Wait, it was a dream?!' Hermione almost shouted. Harry laughed at how much she was getting into the story. Topher smiled, and nodded.

`Yes, as the story goes, it was a dream. He went as fast as possible, and found his family alive. He told his father, and he conceded to return the Book, exactly as the kas said he would; crawling and begging. The kas accepted the return, but stated that their bodies were buried in different parts of Egypt. They said that if Setna returned the bodies, and reunited them with the Prince, the dream would then not come to pass. He did as they asked, and the Book of Thoth was believed to still be guarded in that tomb, waiting for the rise of the god Osiris.' He sighed after the long winded story, while Harry quirked his brow in confusion.

`Why is that story important? I mean, we don't even know if the Book exists' he voiced.

`True, but if it does exist, then the chance of this story being real is high, in which case, who ever uses the Book must be careful with their loved-ones. In the tale—the wizardsthat used the Book—all their loved and cherished ones died. If the power to destroy Voldemort is in this book, we have to be very careful with it.' Topher was looking very hard at the two heads. Harry still had questions though.

`What does this have to do with love though? Dumbledore always went on and on about how that was my power.' Topher nodded again.

`You see Harry, the Book of Thoth—as I just said—causes the loved ones of the wizard who uses it to die. The use of the Book is then driven by that love. If, say, Voldemot was to use the Book, it wouldn't work, because he has no one he loves. You on the other hand, have many you love, so the Book would be useful to you.

`What makes it especially driven for you, is the love that is implanted in you by your parents, and your devotion to those you love. You saw Setna, and the Prince: they let their loved ones die for power. You are not like that; you do not want power, you want the love. You would be able to use the Book, and would be driven to return it as Setna did, to keep your loved ones alive!'

Hermione's eyes were blazing in a mixture of hope and realization at Topher's explanation. This magic, though believed lost thousands of years ago, is exactly what he needed to defeat Voldemort. The problem of course, was that she was the one he loved the most. If he found the Book of Thoth, she might die in the process of him using it.

Harry was speechless. He thought when Dumbledore mentioned love being his power, that he would have a spell or something that would use love, or some projection of his love that would do something; something that did not sound too believable to Harry.

This magic however, sounded more believable. Granted they didn't know if it existed or not, but the idea of forcing Voldemort's own spells on himself, and all the while being driven by Harry's power to love others sounded perfect. It was a power Voldemort would never know, because he never loved anyone. Harry started smiling as the gears began to click in his head, and seemed to believe more and more about this theory.

`This sounds great!' Harry expounded, reaching over and holding Hermione's hand, which was shaking slightly. Harry's face fell when he looked, and she gave a placid smile. Topher seemed to understand.

`Don't worry Hermione. Remember, Setna keeps his family alive by repaying the kas. Worrying about curses on the Book should wait until we actually find it' Topher put forth. Hermione bit her lip again, and nodded.

`But Topher, you said this Book has a lot of magic; how sure are you that it will contain the magic Harry needs?' she asked seriously. Topher sorted through the parchment rolls, and brought out the one with the snake in a circle.

`I forgot to show this to you. This is an ancient scroll, explaining very ancient magic from Egypt. Now, I'm not sure of the runes, but this symbol is-`

`It's an Oroborus Circlet, I've seen it before!' she interrupted, reaching into her bag, and looking for a notebook. Topher gave a queer look at Harry, and he shrugged his shoulders.

`Hermione, where did you see it?' Harry asked. Hermione was still looking through, and finally pulled out the old notebook Dumbledore gave her.

`In here. This is the notebook by that unknown author. I remember seeing this image—the one of a snake eating its own tail.' She began flipping through the pages, and both Harry and Topher were waiting on their tip-toes. She finally stopped on a page, and pointed.

`Here' she stated, putting the book on the desk. Harry leaned in, and Topher came around so he could read it.

Believed an ancient symbol of magical foundations, the Oroborus Light is believed to be one of the most powerful incantations in magical theory.

Research done on the spell is limited due to its obscurity, however it is believed by many that this spell, which is marked in historical documents by a serpent in a circle eating its own tale, may cause a cascading effect on one's wand.

Depictions of this spell generally show two figures standing on opposite sides of the Oroborus. One character is usually marked as light, while the other dark. The light character is most often pictured standing erect and withstanding little torment, while the dark figure is usually disfigured or—in many cases—dead, with demons circling around it.

This suggests that the spell casts the owner's past spells on themselves. It is debated what effect this could have, but no records exists of the spell being performed.

Topher looked at Hermione and Harry, and smiled—with both sides of his mouth.

`This is excellent, really excellent. Do you mind if I look at this for a moment?' Topher asked, referring to the book. Hermione passed it to him, and he began flipping through it, pacing around the room, while Harry and Hermione talked quietly.

`Harry, this is wonderful. I mean, I do hope nothing will happen to me or anyone else-`

`It won't, I promise' Harry reassured.

`I know, but think of this! This is exactly what you need to destroy Voldemort! And the best part is, you wouldn't be killing him!' she said happily, smiling.

`What do you mean, of course I'd have to kill him' Harry stated. Hermione smiled even more, her cheeks growing red, and she moved closer, and whispered to him.

`No Harry, you wouldn't. This says it uses the person's own spells against them. Voldemort's probably killed hundreds of people. His own Killing Curses would kill him!' She was overjoyed by this, and continued to smile immensely at Harry. Harry's brain slowly ingested the information, and sure enough, he found himself with a smile on his face so large, it actually hurt his cheeks.

He forgot about Topher in the room, and kissed Hermione passionately with the wonderful news, feeling totally overjoyed. They however heard someone clear their throat, and they separated immediately, both blushing intensely.

`Well, I'm glad you two are happy about my research, but I must ask: where did you get this book again?' he questioned. Harry and Hermione both laughed at his comment.

`Um, Dumbledore' Hermione answered, regaining some of her composure.

`I see, and he said he didn't know who the author was?'

`That's right' Hermione said, though looking at Topher oddly.

`Hmm' Topher replied, walking over to the blackboard, and writing down the author's name.

Walvane Worcrane

He stood back from the name for a moment, then turned to the Heads; who were both excited, but wondrous at the Professor's thoughts.

`You know' he said as he started walking around to the other side of the desk, `my father—when I was young—use to give me word puzzles to do. Simple ones of course at the start, but they got harder. There was only one kind I never liked. Any guesses?' Harry gave Hermione a weird look, and was not disappointed, as she gave one back, and she ventured a guess.

`Crosswords?'

`No. Anagrams' he admitted. He walked over to the board, and slowly began writing another name underneath. Once the first three letters were written, Hermione got up from her seat, and was shocked.

`How did I not see that?!' she almost shouted at herself, seeing the name. Topher stepped back, and smiled at the two, handing back the book.

`I think that's enough for tonight. We'll meet up again next week, alright Harry?' he said with all too much simplicity. Harry nodded and—still filled with happiness—came around and clapped Topher on the back, thanking him for the hope he was giving Harry. Topher smiled back, and Harry almost dragged Hermione out of the room, as she was still staring at the two names on the board.

Walvane Worcrane

Rowena Ravenclaw

A/N - For those interested in hearing the whole story of Setna and the Book of Thoth, my reference is from this site:

http://touregypt.net/godsofegypt/thebookofthoth.htm

You can also read a little bit of the Book of Thoth on that wonderful creation known as Wikipedia:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Book_of_Thoth

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The Riddle and the Orphanage

`Did you know the note book was Ravenclaw's?' Harry asked Dumbledore's portrait, as he stood in the Headmistress' Office the following Thursday afternoon. Learning the note book was Ravenclaw's was important, as it was something of the founders, and therefore, a possible Horcrux. Dumbledore seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Harry's thoughts.

`I had some idea, yes. Don't worry Harry, it is not a Horcrux. It has not left this office in at least one hundred and eighty-six years, much longer than Voldemort has been alive' he reassured. Harry relaxed a bit with this news, but his head was still swimming with all the new information, with the ancient magic, this book, and the Horcruxes.

`Dobby searched the entire castle, and couldn't find Hufflepuff's Cup' Harry informed. Dumbledore pondered on this for a moment, then nodded.

`That makes sense in some manners. I never expected Lord Voldemort to place one inside Hogwarts. It's much too busy, and if he did find a good hiding spot for it, it would have to be good enough not to be found for thousands of years, rendering it fairly useless.'

`So where should we look next?'

`The Riddle House, and the orphanage. Although much like Hogwarts, I doubt the Horcrux to be in the Riddle House, it would be best to check just in case. The house and its grounds will probably cause your scar to burn terribly, so I would advise you to bring companions, and perhaps some of the Order. I have been discussing with Minerva, and right now it is unclear where Voldemort is exactly, so be very weary if you venture outside Hogwarts' grounds' he advised. Harry nodded, and was not exactly happy with the prospect of returning to the Riddle House, where he had his nightmare of that muggle man being murdered, and then the graveyard next to the house where Voldemort came back. Those two areas were forever imprinted on his mind.

`Don't worry Harry, just check for the Cup. If it is not there, then do not linger, and come back to the castle as quickly as possible.'

`When should I go?' Harry asked. He didn't want to make his absence that noticeable.

`I believe this weekend would be best. It is a New Moon, and you would be best hidden from attackers in case problems should arise. Again, bring help Harry if you go, and be cautious.' Harry nodded, and decided to change subjects.

`Topher told me about his research, and the Book of Thoth.' Dumbledore smiled, and nodded.

`And?' the late Headmaster asked, tilting his head forward in his frame.

`And?' Harry wondered.

`What do you think of it?'

`Oh, well, it's um . . . it sounds good, but it's just that . . . we don't know if . . . `

`If it exists, I know' Dumbledore finished. `Topher will find where the scroll is. Have faith Harry, he is fighting this war as much as you are.' Mentioning the war again, Harry was reminded of what Hagrid said about Topher, and a friend.

`Professor, someone told me about Topher having a friend, an odd friend or something' Harry started, hoping to encourage Dumbledore to go ahead and finish. Unfortunately, Dumbledore didn't.

`Hagrid let something slip now didn't he? Well, I think you can agree that is not surprising. However that is something you must ask Topher. I know of this friend, if he would call him a friend anymore, but it is not my place to tell you. Topher trusts me as I trust him, so I must abide by that' Dumbledore explained calmly. Harry understood, and decided it was time to leave. He stood up, and smiled.

`I'll come back here before leaving on Saturday for the House. I'll Floo Remus and a few others just in case.' The two bid farewell to each other, and Harry returned to the East Tower.

Harry went and told Hermione of the venture, and she was just as worried as Harry. They went to Gryffindor Tower, since they had to post a notice on the message board about being in the halls after hours, and told Ron about the trip. He reacted worst than Hermione.

`This weekend!' he said loudly, Harry and Hermione shushing him. They went into Ron's dormitory, and locked the door; casting a Silencing Charm on it as well.

`Yes, this weekend. Dumbledore said it's the best time. Besides, we've been stuck in this castle too long. We need to go searching' Harry assessed.

`Yeah, but going to You-Know-Who's childhood house isn't exactly my idea of a first trip' Ron admitted nervously.

`Don't worry. We're just searching, and Dumbledore suggested getting some Order members. I just don't know what excuse I'm going to give them' Harry said.

`Maybe you could ask Topher to help. He was there with the other Order members at The Burrow. Maybe he could ask them, so it wouldn't be so conspicuous' Hermione suggested.

Harry decided to ask Topher, and telling him a tiny amount about why they were going. He insisted that Harry didn't have to tell him anything, but Harry felt he had the right to know at least something. The chance of Death Eaters being there would be high.

`We're going to look for something' Harry declared to Topher, while sitting in his office on the Thursday afternoon. He had a free period, and asked Topher at breakfast that morning if he could talk to him.

`Let me guess: a cup, right?' he speculated. Harry nodded, and Topher chuckled.

`Something important about this cup now isn't there? Alright Harry, I'll contact Remus and Moody. The three of us should be alright. When are you going?'

`On Saturday, after dark. I'm hoping it won't take that long, but it's a big house' Harry professed with a hint of grimness.

`Don't worry Harry. I'll contact those two, and I'll get them to meet us outside the gates at seven pm.' Harry left, giving a sigh, and could tell looking around for Horcruxes would not be an easy task.

On the Saturday, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all finished their supper quickly, and got their cloaks. Harry and Ron took both of their invisibility cloaks as well, and just as they were exiting the Entrance Chamber, and starting off towards the gates, Filch yelled from behind them.

`Where are you three going?' he shouted, stomping towards them. Harry sighed, and looked towards the gate, seeing the Auror guards, along with two other people.

`We're going somewhere. We have permission from Professor McGonagall' Harry responded. They needed to leave soon, since they were late. Filch however, was uncompromising as usual.

`Permission? We'll see. You're all coming with me to the Headmistresses Office, and we'll see if you have “permission.”' He sneered, pointing towards the staircase, and Harry's blood began boiling at how this was working out. Just as he was about to take a step forward, rescue came.

Professor Terrwynebas came out of the Great Hall, just finishing tying his black traveling cloak up, and looked up to the odd scene. A few straggling students were watching the three seventh years, who were still in the doorway, and Filch, who was staring down the students down.

`Com'on, let's get a move on!' Filch stated loudly again. Topher glanced at Harry, and stepped forward.

`Mr. Filch, don't worry. These three are coming with me to the Forest. Are you three ready?' he asked, looking at them. They all nodded, and Harry smiled thankfully at Topher. He smiled back with one side, and looked at Filch, who was still waiting for the students to accompany him.

`Thank you Mr. Filch, there's no need' Topher said politely. Filch looked livid at the four of them, and Topher turned and started out before he could do anything. Harry and the rest didn't hesitate, and followed him outside, and into the grounds.

The frosty early February air bit at Harry's cheeks as the group briskly made their way down the incline towards the gates. No one talked—as they were all focused on getting their quickly, and soon enough, they reached the gates. Two black cloaked Aurors stood guard on the inside, and on the outside stood Remus and Moody.

`Sorry for being late there. Mr. Filch seemed to suddenly gain an interest in Harry's whereabouts' Topher said to the two men on the other side. They nodded, and the two Aurors looked at each other questioningly.

`Alright, firstly the questions. Remus, why did you say I was meant to join The Order?' Topher asked.

`Because of your father, and what happened to him. Dumbledore knew then you would join The Order. Of course, Voldemort was defeated soon after, but when we started up, he knew you would join' Remus answered easily.

`And Moody, what'd you tell be about taking the DADA position?' Moody shifted on his leg, and his electric-blue eye swiveled around behind his head, checking behind them.

`I told yeh it was a good choice, just to focus on practical work. It's more important for them to learn spells than study history of dementors.' Harry looked to Topher, and he nodded showing it was the correct answer. Hermione smiled a little, and leaned in towards Harry.

`I just read on the history of dementors' she whispered into Harry's ear, making him smile at her, and a slight shiver run down his spine from feeling her breath in his ear.

`Alright, you can open the gates' Topher instructed the guards. They looked at each other again, and stayed in their spots.

`Where are you going? Does Supervisor Umbridge know about this?' one of the men asked. Harry was wishing he put the invisibility cloak on earlier, so the Aurors wouldn't see them. If it was only Topher leaving, they would have opened it with no problems.

`We have permission from Professor McGonagall. Plus I am supervising them, and these are the Heads of the school, and a Prefect. Heads are allowed to leave the school when needed, even in these times. Now open the gate' Topher demanded, sounding level but with a tinge of force. The guards looked at each other again, and one of them unlocked the gates.

The four moved out of the protection of Hogwarts, and Remus shook Harry's hand. Only Harry, Hermione, and Ron knew where they were going, so they all looked at him in wonder.

`Alright Harry, where are we taking our nice stroll?' Remus asked. Harry only noticed now he had his wand out, along with Moody and Topher.

`We're going to an old manor to find a cup. My scar might burn, and I won't lie, there may be Death Eaters around, but we need to search the house' Harry explained. Lupin looked worried, and glanced at Moody and then Topher.

`OK. If there's any trouble, any at all, you are to Apparate back here. No fighting, alright? If any of us' Topher said, motioning to himself, Moody, and Remus, `gets hurt, don't try to help, we will be alright.' Harry nodded, knowing the gravity of the situation if Death Eaters attacked.

`Well, lets get moving, the night's not getting any younger. We'll all side Apparate together, since you guys are the ones who know where we're going' Remus said, stepping forward. Hermione looked a little uncertain.

`Um, actually, only Harry knows. But it will still work' she commented quietly. Remus was not making a happy face over the news, but went ahead and motioned everyone to hold on to each other.

`Just think of where you're going hard alright Harry?' he told Harry. Harry nodded, and thought as hard as possible of the lawn in front of the old manor on the hill; next to the cemetery he would never forget.

`One, two, three-` Remus said, and with a twist, he felt Hermione bumping into him slightly as the feeling of being passed through a tube engulfed him. The siphoning continued to push against him on all angles, and just as he felt his head becoming light, his feet his hard dirt road, and the group arrived at their destination.

The sight made Harry's chest cringe, remembering that horrible night over two years prior. They landed on the dirt road that passed between the graveyard and the hill that the house stood on—the darkness of the night intensified by the lack of any lights in the area. The night sky was sparkling like an ocean of stars; the moon vacant from the sky because of its newness.

Slowly turning his head, he stared at the graveyard, which stood at a slight distance, and his scar seared as the memory of seeing the form stepping out of the cauldron entered his mind. The images flashed before his eyes, of Voldemort's first night returned, of being tortured on the cold grass, and of seeing Cedric fall lifeless to the ground.

`Harry' he heard dimly. His scar gave another burn as the memory continued to play, and he came back to the dirt road when he felt a hand on his upper arm.

`Harry, are you alright?' Hermione asked, looking out at the graveyard, then at Harry worriedly. Harry closed his eyes, and tried clearing his mind. Hermione gave his arm a gentle squeeze in support, and he found himself falling into the memory of them on Christmas. His scar subdued, and he opened his eyes, and took hold of Hermione's hand, looking back up at the graveyard.

`This is where Voldemort came back, when Cedric died' he explained. She gazed at the graveyard again, and Topher brought them back to their task.

`Harry, Hermione, Ron; let's get going. There's a disturbing feeling in the air; we should be quick' he instructed. Remus and Moody agreed, the latter's electric blue eye swiveling in every direction, and the group made their way cautiously towards the gate of the property. Ron made to open it, but Moody pulled him back forcefully before laying a hand on the gate.

`Don't be stupid boy! Ostendo Incantatem' Moody spoke gruffly, his wand pointed towards the gates. The black old gates seethed and a black, tar-like liquid started seeping down all parts of it, bubbling. Ron looked horrified at the liquid, and Moody grabbed a twig on the ground, and pushed against the gate. Once the twig touched the black liquid, it started moving up towards Moody's hand. Moody dropped the twig instantly, and before it even hit the ground, it was encompassed in black. Everyone jumped back, and looked at the twig carefully, and just as they thought it was safe, the twig burst into flame, and vanished after a few seconds. Ron was as pale as Nearly Headless Nick.

`Thanks' he whimpered. Remus blasted the odd tar covered gates open, and the group carefully walked onto the pathway that led to the house. Harry walked over the threshold, and felt his scar hurt again. Some memories from the Pensieve, of the young Tom Riddle came to the front of his mind. He shook his head, and continued on with the closely packed group towards the derelict manor.

It was old, and very large. It was a country manor, and would have been a beautiful place to live, perhaps a few decades earlier. Some of the windows where shattered, or boarded up, the roof was loosing tiles, and ivy remained unchecked against the walls, as it sprawled across its face. It was damp, and in the earliness of February, the dead trees nearby and brown and dry grass that showed in the patch-worked snow made the house seem dead in itself; something from the past that should have been buried long ago.

As they walked up, Remus stopped, and turned towards Harry. `Harry, what's the importance of this house?'

`Yeah Harry, even I have to ask. This place screams darkness' Topher added. The group was three-quarters to the house, and stopped, turning towards Harry. He sighed, and decided to just tell them.

`This is the Riddle House. It's Voldemort's father's old house.' The reaction, was as Harry expected.

`Voldemort's father! Why in the world do you need to come here!' Remus said, loosing a bit of his calmness. Moody placed a hand on his forearm to calm him down, but it didn't work that well.

`We're searching for something really important, and Dumbledore thought it might be here' Harry answered quietly. The house was so close, and yet they were standing in front of it arguing about why they were there. Remus was upset, but closed his eyes and took a huge breath.

`Alright, alright. We didn't come all this way to turn around. I want each of you to stick closely to one of us though, understand? No one goes anywhere alone' he ordered. Everyone nodded, and they once again moved closer to the front doorway, which was boarded shut. Remus swished his wand, and the wooden planks flew off and passed over the group.

`Alright. Harry, you'll come with me on the first floor, Ron with Topher on the second, Hermione with Moody on the third. Take things slow, and we'll meet back up on the ground floor. Be careful.' Everyone nodded, and Moody once again placed the Revealing Charm on the door, and nothing appeared to happen at first. Remus waited for a few seconds, and waved his wand to open the door, but still nothing happened. Topher gave an unhappy sigh, and levitated one of the boards that were on the door.

`Move' he stated. Remus moved out of the way, and with a flick of his wand, Topher sent the board crashing into the door, opening it fully. The board hit a wall inside the house with a crack, and hit the wooden floor loudly. Harry looked at Topher, but he was already making his way inside.

`We don't have the time. We need to be quick; cautious, but quick. Let's go' he stated, entering the house with his wand brandished. The three students followed after, and Remus and Moody followed closely. They walked into a long and wide hallway that had rooms branching off from it on both sides. The house inside was pitch black, and all six of them had to cast light with their wands to see.

At least an inch of dust covered every surface, and the floor told Harry no one stepped in the house in decades. The walls were all covered in red patterned wall paper, faded from all the years. Victorian-like paintings hung the walls, and walking up to an old cabinet, old black and white pictures of family sat on top. They all slowly walked farther into the dark and hauntingly-empty house, and stopped at the stairwell.

`A gold cup with two handles, and a badger right?' Ron asked quietly in the wandlight. Harry nodded, and Ron looked up at the stairwell, then around the floor they all were on.

`This is going to take some time, more so in the dark' he uttered. Harry forgot to tell them of one more helper he was planning on asking to come.

`Just wait. Dobby?' he called quietly. A fantastically loud crack occurred near them, and all three older men turned instantly towards its source, to find a shivering and scared house elf.

`Please sirs! Don't curse Dobby! Harry Potter called for Dobby's help, and Dobby came with quick speed!' He crouched low, and only stood up after the three wands pointing at him lowered, and resumed their cautious scanning of the house.

`Dobby, we're still looking for that cup, we think it's in here. Can you help us search for it?' he asked. Dobby scurried over quickly, and nodded excitedly.

`Oh yes sirs! I can help find Harry Potter's cup!'

`Good. Start on the top floor, and work down' Harry instructed. Dobby nodded happily, and with a snap, he disappeared.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron bid each other farewell, and they moved to their floors. Remus and Harry stayed very close, and moved back up the corridor, and started in the first room.

Checking the old sitting room, Harry had to be very meticulous with his search. So many trinkets littered every surface, all still covered in massive amounts of dust. Remus kept watch around the room, and notice Harry's problem.

`Here, move back' he said. He swished his wand, and all the dust vanished from all the surfaces, including the floor, and Harry thanked Remus. His task was much easier now, since he could actually see the colour of the items.

Moving along into the dinning room, and found a large hard wood table, with chairs set out. Eeriness crept through the air, as their wandlight fell on the surface of the table, and Harry found table setting for three set. Some bowls, and other items for dinner were placed, all full of decomposing remnants of food. Harry took careful look at all the cups on the table, and he and Remus were startled by creaking above them, but remembered the others in the house.

The kitchen took a long time, but Harry couldn't find a cup that looked like Hufflepuff's. Coming back into the hallway, they met up with Hermione and Moody, who couldn't find anything. Dobby was moving through the second floor, since he finished the third, and he didn't find the cup either. Moving into the last room, the drawing room, Remus entered first, and stopped in the doorway stiff.

`What's wrong Remus?' Moody asked, his eye still swiveling in all directions.

`Something terrible happened here' he answered gravely. He moved in slowly, and when Harry entered, his scar burst into immense pain. He was on his knees before he even remembered where he was, as his knees sunk through the heavy dust and blew it into his face, making him cough as his face screwed up in pain.

`Harry, Harry what is it!' Hermione asked frantically, moving over and preventing Harry from falling over. Remus was already turned around, and trying to get him out of the room. Moody kept watch, and Topher and Ron came down the stairs quickly.

Harry could hear distant laughing, and the screams of three distinct people, and he tried to use his Occlumency. Feeling his mind as its own, and focusing once more on some happy memory, the pain from his scar subsided, and when his memory of the hug from the summer pasted though, the pain stopped completely.

He opened up his eyes, and found himself kneeling on the dusty floor, with Hermione holding onto his side. Remus was giving orders to get out of the house as fast as possible.

`That's it, we need to leave now. Ron, come help me with-`

`I'm fine Remus. Someone was murdered in this room, and it just hurt a little. I'm fine, really' he asserted. Remus was not convinced however.

`I don't care Harry, this is too dangerous. Let's go.' He moved over, and pulled Harry up, but Harry shrugged him off.

`No, we need to find the cup. Did you have any luck?' Harry asked Ron. Remus stopped his exit, and stood in the room, still very attentive to any sounds.

Ron shook his head. `No, nothing. Dobby was just finishing, and then coming down here.'

Harry turned, and still holding his Occlumency strong, started looking around the drawing room. Keeping the cup in this room would make the most sense now to Harry, remembering this is Voldemort. Hiding it in the room he killed his father in would be expected by Voldemort.

Harry started going over the room closely. Hermione and Ron both entered, and everyone remained quiet. Over the fireplace, Harry noticed some cups sitting, and his heart leapt when he noticed a gold, double handled one.

`Ron, Hermione!' he called, as he moved forward, and dusted off the cup with his wand. It was a gold cup like he was looking for, except the sides were bland; no badger. Hermione cast a Revealing Charm on the cup, and nothing happened. Harry looked at both of his friends hesitantly, and carefully picked up the cup.

Topher and Remus were both watching on quietly. Harry looked at the cup, but found it was just a normal cup. He sighed, and just then a green mist lifted off the cup. Ron was horrified, and Hermione screamed as the mist rose, but it simply disappeared, and everyone kept still. Harry looked back at the cup, and found something sitting inside it.

`There's a note' he claimed, pulling out a folded piece of parchment. He carefully unwrapped it, and moved his wand over so he and the others could read it.

I know what you seek,
a vessel of old,
brave you must be,
to be looking so bold.

But find it you won't,
within this old shack,
a clue I shall give you,
before oncoming attack.

Hid by the faithful,
and kept by the strong,
orphaned by its keepers,
to where it should not belong.

This ancient doubled chalice,
grazed with the golden brock,
can be found in this place,
in the room, in the chest, with the clock.

So go and find this trinket,
and tempt your precious fate,
for the faithful are now coming,
and will make hard, your easy escape.

It was at this moment, when the three students read the last line, that they turned to the doorway of the room, as something began pounding outside the house.

`We need to leave, now!' Remus ordered. Just as Moody walked into the room with the rest of them, the front door burst open, and flew down the hallway, smashing into the wall Moody was just standing next to. Topher took to the doorframe, and shot a Stunning Spell down the hallway, as shouts and orders could be heard outside the house, and down the hall.

`Get everyone back to Hogwarts!' Topher bellowed, as he again threw a spell down the hallway. Remus told them all to Apparate away, and everyone except for Topher turned on the spot, and vanished; everyone except Harry.

Harry turned, but just spun out, and fell over. He Apparated many times before, and couldn't understand. He tried again, but once more, he just continued to twist on the spot. Topher was still desperately trying to hold off the Death Eaters, and make time to Apparate away himself.

`Harry, what are you doing, get out of here! Stupefy!' he yelled, casting a Death Eater down the hallway to fall over.

`I don't know, I can't!' Harry responded frantically. The darkness didn't help the situation, as Topher was only visible when a spell would crash into a nearby wall. He gave off a volley of several different curses, then slammed the door, and performed numerous silent charms on it. Pounding on the outside of the door came loudly, but the door stood its ground.

`We need to go, now. Let's go, we'll side Apparate. One, two, three!' he said quickly, grabbing Harry's arm, and twisting. Harry tried hard to concentrate on staying with Topher, but neither of them left the room. They both twisted around, and almost fell over.

`They must have cast an Anti-Apparation Charm on the house. We need to get out' he exclaimed. Harry's mind began to sink as he realized getting out of a room that they purposely locked themselves in, surrounded by Death Eaters could only lead to capture.

Topher was thinking quickly, glancing out a very small window, when the door began to budge. It was not being pounded anymore, but instead hit with a Blasting Curse.

`The charms must be failing. Prepare yourself Harry, put your cloak on!' he ordered forcefully. Harry pocketed the letter and cup, took out his wand, and draped his cloak over him. The door blasted open, flying off its hinges, and smashing against the fireplace on the other side. Everything was quiet for a moment, when the outline of a dark cloak entered the room quietly. It was dark in the far part of the room, and it was hard to tell if anyone was actually there. Topher stood ready, when a cold voice yelled out.

`Expelliarmus!'

Topher's wand was lifted out of his hand, and flew into the darkness. The room was put into total blackness for a moment, before a noise of something slamming into the wall came, and a fire was started in the hearth. A hand came into sight on the far side of the room in the darkness, holding a dark coloured wand, and it whisked at the door, locking it.

`Ah Toph, I have been waiting for this reunion for a long time' the voice said darkly, still remaining in the shadows. Topher looked beyond rage.

`Waiting to face me without a wand, right? Just like last time. Never tough enough to face me like a man' he voiced, drenched in a hatred Harry thought he could never possess. The man in the shadows laughed, and finally took a step forward into the firelight to reveal his face.

A tall and slender man came into view, wearing the darkest of robes. The hood hung over his face, and contrasted greatly with his skin, which looked as if it had not seen the light of day for years. A small portion of the man's brownish-red hair was visible in the front, and his silver eyes bore into Topher's with a vengeance. Topher stood motionless for the time, but when the man in the cloak smirked, Topher's hands balled into fists.

`I am facing you equally Toph. Just like your father faced his equal when he died' the man charmed evily.

`You know nothing of being equal Lesath' Topher responded. He moved his hand over slightly, and nudged Harry in the shoulder. Seth couldn't see Harry, so he didn't notice the move.

`We'll see. You were dumb enough to try and steal my master's item. Of course, you must have noticed that you can't Apparate. How easy you forget your father's teachings-`

`Stun him' Topher whispered. Harry shot a Stunning Spell at the Death Eater, and he easily fell over before he could understand. Topher ran over to the man quickly, and grabbed his wand. Harry pulled off his cloak, and watched Topher aim at the man.

`Expello Per Sentia' he said aggressively. The man immediately vanished, and Topher turned around to Harry quickly.

`Where's the cup?' he asked, as shouting was still going on, and the door was once again being hit with curses. Harry pulled the cup out of his pocket, and Topher hastily took it from his hand, and threw it across the room.

`What are-`

`Back to Hogwarts. One, two, three!' he yelled, as the door was beginning to break down again. He grabbed a tight hold of Harry's wrist, and Harry gave a twist, and felt the siphoning envelope him. Topher was moving along next to him, and they quickly hit the ground outside the gates of Hogwarts, where Remus, and the others were all standing around worriedly.

`Thank Merlin! What happened?' Remus expounded joyfully, coming over and giving Harry a hug. Harry accepted it, and comforted his father's old friend, reassuring him he was alright.

`The cup Harry had was cast with a Disapparation Charm. Anyone holding it couldn't Apparate. When you guys left, he was still there with me. Now, lets get back inside the gates before anything else happens' Topher informed. They all quickly moved to the gates, and when they opened, Harry's face fell as he found a not-so welcoming welcome committee there for them, which consisted of Professor McGonagall, Mr. Filch, and of course, Umbridge.

`Where were you all at this time of night, and . . . wait, is that a scorch mark! What have you been doing!' Professor McGonagall questioned sternly, noticing a burn on Harry's cloak that must have come from the fire when he approached Topher. Filch was positively glowing at the scene, and Umbridge was her usual chipper self, wearing a confident smirk.

`I can explain Professor' Harry started, loosing his confidence in an instant, when the Professor looked at him. Filch was looking ready to dance with Umbridge he was so happy.

`Shall I get the whips ready Headmistress?' he asked eagerly, rubbing his hands together. McGonagall stared at Harry and the others for a second, before looking to her side, and remembering Filch and Umbridge.

`No Mr. Filch, that won't be necessary. You six will come with me to my office, now' she commanded. The three students started their way up to the castle, and the adults followed. Filch grumbled his way back to the castle, muttering about students getting away with everything, and Umbridge stayed at the gates for a moment thinking.

`What yeh thinking about Supervisor?' one of the guards asked. She turned, and looked back up at the group heading for the castle.

`I think it's time I called in a friend to help with Mr. Potter' she said to herself, starting her way up to the castle herself.

Harry and the rest made their way into the Headmistress's Office, and immediately knew they were in for trouble. Professor McGonagall came around her desk, and rather forcefully took her hat off, and sat in her chair, looking over the Order members, and her students.

`Where were you? And don't tell me you can't tell me' she added. Her voiced told Harry she was uncompromising with answering, and did so truthfully.

`We went to the Riddle House' he answered.

`Why did you go there, and why did it require your fellow students, a professor, and two Order members?' she asked exasperatively. Harry looked to Dumbledore's portrait for help, and he was relieved to see the former Headmaster smiling at him.

`I asked him to Minerva. He has that task I told you about to do, and the Riddle House was a place he needed to check' Dumbledore put simply. Harry watched McGonagall's reaction carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief when her shoulders relaxed.

`Alright, but next time tell me where you are going, and when. I don't want Dolores getting wind of this, and causing unneeded trouble. Now, you three to your dormitories. Remus, Moody, if you could wait outside for a moment, I need to talk to Topher alone, then you two afterwards.' Harry and the rest bid McGonagall goodnight, and Harry received a meaningful wink from Topher. Remus and Moody bid the three of them goodnight, telling them to just Floo if they need help again, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione started off.

`So what happened when we left? Remus wanted to go back, but Moody kept him with us. You should have seen it, I thought they were going to duel about it' Ron informed. Harry told them about the cup, and more particularly, the Death Eater that knew Topher. They all started off towards the East Tower, when Harry stopped at the base of the staircase.

`What's wrong Harry?' Hermione asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

`Topher wants to talk to me, and I have questions' he said. The wink told Harry he wanted to speak to him.

`Well, he'll come by this corridor, so you'll see him. At least we know the cup isn't in the Riddle House' Hermione pointed out with a sigh. `Hey' she added, with some worry, `did Dobby get out?'

`I don't know. Dobby?' Harry voiced, and with a crack, the many socked house elf appeared next to them.

`Oh Harry Potter has called on Dobby again! Dobby is ever so lucky!' he squeaked.

`Are you alright? We didn't know what happened to you?' Hermione asked. Dobby looked horrified at her, then began to sob; his cries echoing in the large hallway. All three tried to shush him, and succeeded slightly.

`I is sorry miss. Dobby is still trying to get used to being asked if he's is OK' he said, sniffing loudly. `But Dobby is good. Dobby put charms on the back door, and other door to the drawing room for his friends.' Dobby smiled up at Harry and the rest, and they smiled back.

`Thanks Dobby. Why don't you go and get some sleep' Harry suggested. The house elf gladly accepted, and vanished. It was then that footsteps could be heard, and Topher came around the corner looking tired.

`Oh, there you are. Thank you for staying up. I thought it would be best if I explained what happened' he said. Hermione and Ron started up the stairs, but Topher said it was alright.

`You'll hear it from Harry anyways. Let's go to my office.' The group went to his office, and lighting a few candles, they all relaxed in the quiet room, and sat down for a moment or two before going on.

`You see, firstly, as I said, the cup inhibited you from Apparating. When the man said to remember my father's training, he was talking about foreign objects, and how if something is going wrong, it's more than likely because of them. I thought it was the Death Eaters casting a charm on the house, but I was wrong. Harry threw the cup away, and we came back.

`Now, as for the man that came in the room, he is a Death Eater. His name is Lesath, and he . . . used to be my best friend.'

`Your best friend?' Harry asked in surprise. Topher nodded, and continued.

`Remember the first memory I showed you, about how I was at a friend's house; he was that friend. We grew up together, and were friends for years. He was home schooled as well, so we got along great with that. My dad taught him some things on defence, and his mother taught me some things on potions.

`When we became older, around your ages, he began to change a little. He told me that some of his uncles and relatives were Death Eaters, but for the longest time he hated them. He wanted nothing to do with them. He was pretty normal back then; liked Quidditch—pretty good size for a Beater actually—and he was looking at going into Magical Law Enforcement. We thought we'd be great, since I was hoping for Auror training.'

`So what happened?' Hermione asked. Topher lowered his head, and sighed.

`Once day, after I hadn't talked to Lesath in a while, he left. Didn't know where he went, and I was worried. I tried search for him, but couldn't find anything. My father helped, but no one knew; not even his own mother. We were coming back home for a search outside Thirsk, when we found him; standing outside our house.

`He changed a lot. Looked like he did tonight; pale, skinny, almost unnatural. He was in a black cloak, and I assumed the worst; he became one of them. My father took out his wand, and approached him, but at least ten more black cloaked figures Apparated around us, and both our wands few out of our hands. He laughed, and told us how wrong we were to fight against Voldemort; how he was the true leader. He said my father's redemption was impossible, but mine wasn't. I had to watch as my father was tortured, then murdered by my best friend.'

The three students sat motionless in their seats at the utter disbelief at the memory. Harry couldn't imagine having to watch someone like Ron or Hermione kill his parents right in front of him. Hagrid said Topher lost his father, but never mentioned he actually had to watch him die. It did explain the mystery behind his friend though.

`It was that guy that was there tonight, he murdered your father?' Harry asked, trying to be as patient as possible. Topher looked at the three of them, then nodded back to Harry.

`Yes, Lesath did that. He's deep in Voldemort's circles now. I wouldn't like anything more than to kill him, but I know I won't. I could have done that tonight, but I just put him in a bad spot for the time.'

`Bad spot?' Harry questioned.

`Yeah, it's a spell I'm going to teach you next weekend. It's called the Destination Charm. You just think of where you want to send someone, and banish them there. It's hard to do, and it's not polite to do it to friends. But for enemies, it works easy. Like tonight, I sent him to the middle of the Pacific. He'll get wet, cold, and all that other stuff, which is good enough for now.' Topher actually smiled this victory in this, and stood up.

`Well, you should all be getting to bed. It's late, and if the Headmistress found you here, she'd have my head.' They all agreed, and left for their dormitories.

`Well, there's only one more place left to check' said Harry. Ron gave a sigh, and looked up towards the stairwell that lead to Gryffindor Tower.

`Only one more place, with Death Eater's appearing out of no where, and almost getting killed. Shouldn't be a problem now should it?' he said with a chuckle. He bid the two Heads goodnight, and went up to his tower.

With Ron gone, the couple walked slowly back hand in hand, and when they entered their common room, Hermione held Harry in a tight embrace, clinging on to him like she was the only thing keeping him there.

`I was so worried tonight. Promise me you'll be more careful when we check the Orphanage?' she stated. Harry knew it wasn't a question, and nodded, giving her a kiss. They went to their dormitories, and Harry took the riddle that he found in the cup, and put it in his trunk for safe keeping.

*

Harry went and talked to Dumbledore's portrait the next day about the whole trip, and expressed his sorry about the incident that occurred.

`I am sorry to hear it did not go well, but at least we know the cup is not there, and no one was hurt. This riddle, can you say it to me?' he asked. Harry dictated the riddle back to Dumbledore, and he nodded after a few moment of stroking his beard.

`And what do you make of it?' he asked Harry. Harry looked at the riddle, and tried to figure things out. He was never good at riddles.

`Er . . . the cup isn't in the Riddle's House . . . um, it's being guarded . . . it's were it shouldn't belong . . . and it's in a chest, in a room with a clock. That could be anywhere though' Harry concluded gloomily. Dumbledore nodded again, but was not convinced.

`Look at the wording Harry. “Orphaned by its keepers, where it should not belong” . . . `

`What, the Orphanage?' Harry wondered. Dumbledore nodded again, and Harry tilted his head in confusion.

`We already thought that. Besides, how do we know this is even talking about Hufflepuff's Cup?' Harry asked

`It says “a vessel”, and “a doubled chalice, grazed with the golden brock.” A brock is a badger, so I'm sure it's talking about the cup in question.'

`So . . . so when should we go to the Orphanage? Should we wait, or get more Order members this time?' Harry asked. Dumbledore thought once more, and surprising to Harry, shook his head.

`No, no more Order members. In fact, only you, Ron, Hermione, and Topher if you wish. Keep it to a minimum. As for time, I think you should go tonight.'

`Tonight! We just got back last night, and really, we just got back.'

`I know Harry, but I have been conversing with my fellow portraits, and they have found that things are getting worst. St. Mungo's is starting to become over crowded, and soon they won't be able to keep up. The Auror Department is scattered everywhere, and the Ministry in general is in chaos. We need to move fast Harry; faster now than ever.' Harry was of course worried on many fronts about this endeavor, since Professor McGonagall said to tell her when they would be leaving the grounds, and the idea of telling her the next day of another trip did not bode well in Harry's mind.

`Professor McGonagall probably won't let us go' Harry mentioned.

`She's already given you permission' Dumbledore asserted, nodding towards her desk, where a sheet of parchment was sitting, giving he, Hermione, and Ron permission to be escorted by Topher off the school grounds that night. Harry sighed, realizing he really had no choice in the matter now when they would be going to the Orphanage. He pocketed the note, and agreed with Dumbledore.

`Just be careful Harry. Be weary of others, and keep watch of Death Eaters' he advised. Harry said goodbye, and joined Hermione and the others in the Great Hall for lunch. He got Hermione and Ron alone in the East Tower, and explained their trip for that night. Hermione protested about going that night, but Ron surprisingly was for it.

`One of Luna's neighbors was killed on Friday by Death Eaters. Luna's a little shaken, but alright' he explained, seeing Hermione's response, `but we need to get moving with these Horcruxes. Are we meeting Remus and Moody again?' Harry lowered his head, and started pacing around, and Ron grew nervous. `Harry? They are coming, right?'

With a sigh, Harry elaborated. `No, they aren't. It'll be us, and Topher. Dumbledore thought it would be best if we lessen how many people go. He said it would be less impact, and less people to worry about.' Ron was not convinced, as was Hermione, but they both nodded.

`We'll be fine guys, don't worry. We'll Apparate back like we did last night if there are troubles' Harry said, trying to sound encouraging and mask his own discontent. He thought they would have had at least a few days, maybe a week, or even a month before trying the other place; not one day.

`When do we leave?' Hermione asked.

`Same time as last night; seven.' They all started off on their homework for their classes, however Harry found it hard to concentrate. He wrote a few lines in his transfiguration essay, but did not get close to the foot and a half he planned too. When seven came close, the three once again donned their cloaks, and quietly exited the Entrance Chamber. Luckily this time, Filch was not around to bug them.

They reached the gates, where a different set of guards were waiting, along with Topher. He was talking to them about some matter, and when he saw Harry and the rest, he bid the guards goodnight.

`Hello everyone. I know you're worried because of Remus and Moody not being here, but don't worry. Apparate if there is trouble, alright?' Topher encouraged. They all nodded, and the guards opened the gates. Harry assumed Topher got them to be more accommodating to them tonight. They all walked out of the grounds, and turned towards each other.

`Alright, everyone hold on to each other. Same as last night; Harry, you know where we're going?' Topher asked. Harry nodded, and taking hold of Hermione and Ron, he thought hard of the Orphanage he saw in the Pensieve. They all gave a twist, and Apparated away.

Once their feet hit the ground, they looked around the dark night, and found themselves standing in front of an old and dilapidated square building, surrounded by high iron railings. Stone stairs lead up to an old set of grey wooden doors, and an empty courtyard bordered the building. They looked around the empty darkened street, and slowly started up towards the front steps.

`What is this place?' Topher asked quietly, as they moved forwards.

`This was the orphanage that Voldemort grew up in' Harry answered. Topher looked astonished at Harry, but kept moving after a second. He wiped the front door, and it revealed an old bronze name plate.

Perdita Orphanage
Founded September 1897

Hermione cast the Revealing Charm on the door, but nothing happened. Topher kept watch of them from behind, and Ron slowly opened the door.

Once he budged it open, it gave an all-mighty creak, that echoed around the entire neighborhood. They all cringed with the sound, and Ron forcefully opened the door the rest of the way, hoping to dampen the impact, but the damage was done.

`Well, if anyone's here, they know we're around' Ron droned. They slowly made their way in, and lit their wands.

The inside of the orphanage was much like that of the Riddle House: covered in a large amount of dust, and damp beyond words. The walls were bare, and the white of the drywall was stained grey and yellow. The wooden floor boards creaked with every step, and the group stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

`We're looking for a room with a chest, and a clock. Look everywhere, but be careful' Harry said to Ron and Hermione.

`Hermione, you go with Harry, I'll go with Ron' Topher stipulated. They all nodded, and Ron and Topher started up the stairs, while Harry and Hermione started moving around the bottom floor.

As they walked through some of the small office-like rooms, and the common rooms, Harry felt something was not right in the building. They heard Ron and Topher moving around upstairs, and were kept on their toes with every creak.

Moving into the kitchen, they continued to check, but Harry was feeling there was no chance it was on the bottom floor. They didn't find any chests, or even a clock in any of the rooms. As he finished checking through a cupboard, he turned and found Hermione looking worried at him.

`What's wrong?' Harry asked quickly, moving over and placing a hand on her shoulder.

`There isn't any noise coming from upstairs' she pointed out. Harry listened, and realized it was true. He hadn't noticed that Ron and Topher's footsteps stopped sometime in the last while, and fear gripped his mind.

`Let's go check' he told Hermione, taking her hand, and moving around the house, and to the stairwell. They stopped at the bottom, still straining their ears to hear something, but there was no sound. They cautiously moved upstairs, and tried as hard as possible to lessen the groans of the stairs. Once they reached the top, they heard the sound of a chair being moved in a nearby room, and both of them raised their wands in that direction.

Silence again filled the house, and Harry's mind was thinking the worst; that Death Eater's had caught Ron and Topher. In a house like this, it would be easy to catch someone off guard. They slowly moved down the hallway, and stopped when they noticed a small amber light coming from one of the rooms. Harry looked at Hermione, and she nodded to continue.

They moved down the hallway, pass a few old and moldy smelling bedrooms, and came closer to the lit room. They were close to it, when a sound of an opening door groaned behind them. They both turned around fast, but found nothing moving. They moved back towards the stairwell to find the source of the sound, and stopped when one of the doors moved.

Standing completely still, Harry looked at Hermione, and took one step forward, his wand still pointed at the doorway.

Suddenly, a blast of red light came from behind them, and hit Hermione square in the back. She slowly fell over, and Harry panicked.

`Hermione!' he yelled, crouching down and checking Hermione. He pointed his wand, and shot a Stunning Spell in the direction near the lit room. He saw he missed, but saw the face of his attacker. His rage boiled to overwhelming levels, and he was about to send a barrage of spells at the man, when a Stunning Spell hit him from behind, and Harry fell over next to Hermione.

Unable to move—anger swimming through his veins—he watched as the two men he wanted nothing more than to banish from the Earth walk up from opposite directions.

`Move them into the room with the others' the taller man stated, who came from the lit room. The other nodded, and levitated Harry and Hermione to the room at the end of the hallway. Looking around as much as he could, he found Topher and Ron bound and gagged in one corner, next to an old and heavy looking wooden chest. The light in the room emanated from a small fireplace on the opposite wall, and the blonde haired man dropped Hermione and Harry down on the floor.

Harry, anger running through him like violent river, summoned his non-verbal spell, and he was released from the bind, but he found his wand was not in his hand. Anger still hot on his mind, he resorted to jumping on the nearby younger man.

He was in mid air when the dark haired taller man bound him around the sides with a white chord that shot out of his wand. Harry fell to the floor hard, and was unable to move.

`I'm going to kill you!' Harry raged at the two men. The younger man in black looked at the other, and the taller man walked over to Harry.

`I'm sure you want to, but you won't Potter. You will sit there, and listen' the man answered evenly. Harry was still trying to work against his ropes, but to no avail.

`I'm going to listen to you, you rat! You're a bloody murderer!' Harry yelled back. The tall man was loosing patience.

`I am not a murder!' he yelled back. Harry laughed sarcastically in response.

`You killed Dumbledore! And you are just as guilty you slime!' he spat at the other man. The taller man pushed Harry back against the wall, so he was sitting next to Hermione, who was bound by ropes as well, and gagged like the others.

`I know why you came here Potter' Snape said, changing the conversation.

`Oh do you?'

`Yes, I do. Looking for a cup I imagine. I'm surprised your small mind was able to solve my riddle.' Harry's mind was twisting in both rage, and hopelessness in the words. If Snape had the cup, the chances of finding it were gone, let alone destroy it.

`You won't find it here though Potter' he added. Harry's mind was burning with being told this whole trip was now wasted, and he could have lead all of them to death.

`Then why won't you just kill us?' Harry responded.

`Because that is not my plan. We are enemies of Voldemort, and such, your allies' he divulged, pointing to Malfoy behind him. The room was silent for a moment, then Harry laughed again.

`Allies? You have to be kidding! I can't believe you, and Dumbledore was a madman to believe you before!' Snape was getting aggravated by this, and stood forward.

`You want to know why Dumbledore trusted me? I'll show you why!' he yelled, reaching into his dark robes, and throwing two objects on the dusty floor. They hit with a thud, and skidded across the floor, so they sat right in front of Harry. He looked at them in shock.

It was a gold cup, with two handles, but broken entirely in half. The gold badger was parted right down the middle, and Harry's face was shocked as he looked up at Snape.

`You won't find Hufflepuff's Cup, because I destroyed it seventeen years ago!'

Spell / Name Meanings:
Ostendo Incantatem - L. ostendo: show, incantatem: the art of enchanting (Ostendo Incantatem = show the enchantment)
Expello Per Sentia - L. expello: banish, per: through, sententia: thought (Expello Per Sentia = banish through thought)
Perdita - L. Perditus - lost, name of Hermione's daughter in "A Winter's Tale"
Brock - older term for badger (Old English brocc)

A/N - Alright, there you go! Now com'on folks, and take 5 seconds to review! It's all I ask!

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A/N - Here you are folks, Chapter 23! You get to hear lots of backstory that goes past just my story here, and means to explains things from the actual books. We get to hear about why Snape “killed” Dumbledore, the whole business behind Hufflepuff's Cup, and things like that. Also, at the end, there's a return of a lovely character we all cherish (cough cough). :) Just remember to review folks!

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Snivelling the Cup

`I don't believe you' Harry responded, still shocked at the statement. If Snape destroyed Huffleuff's Cup so long ago, why would Dumbledore send him to find it now? It made no sense to Harry.

`I can prove it to you' Snape said calmly, looking over to the corner of the room. Draco kept checking the doorway, and out the window.

`Draco, we are safe here. The Dark Lord would not step inside these walls unless absolutely needed' reassured Snape.

`I don't care Snape. Even I don't trust you' Draco said, peering around the old and musty curtains. Snape turned back to Harry and the others, who were still struggling against their binds.

`If you're on my side, then why did you attack us and tie us up then hey?' Harry spat.

`Because you're appallingly predictable Potter. I knew you would try to kill me if I didn't explain my situation first' Snape replied.

`I still want to kill you; you killed Dumbledore!' Harry replied. Snape was getting frustrated again with the situation.

`He was already dying you stupid boy! He drank a Dolomors Potion. It causes the person to relive every horrible moment in their life, and then kills them slowly, and painfully. He was begging me to kill him.' Harry laughed harshly.

`Oh, so now you're a saint? You killed him, and I saw it! You killed him with a Killing Curse!' Harry almost shouted. He was trying to sit up, but having a terrible time against his bonds.

`Potter, if we were still at Hogwarts, I'd take points from you for your stupidity! If you saw me perform the curse, then you would have noticed how Dumbledore rose up in the air; the Killing Curse doesn't do that! If I hit him with a true Killing Curse, he would have just fallen over. I said the Killing Curse, but performed a silent Levitation Charm, so he would rise over the edge of the tower. It was the fall that killed him.'

`I don't believe you. You're a murderer, plain and simple' Harry retorted angrily. Snape stood for a moment watching Harry, then approached him—his face emotionless as usual. Hermione and the others wiggled violently to get free, but it was no use. Harry watched the man come closer, and wished for nothing more than his wand in his hand, so he could kill him. Snape bent down, and pulled out a pocket watch, and opened it.

Harry wondered what he was doing, but understood when he put the tip of his wand against his temple. A silver string of water-like material came out, and he cast it into the bottom of the watch back, which filled it perfectly.

`Let's try this then, and see if you can get it through your dimwitted brain' he said calmly once again. He moved the watch closer to Harry's face, and Harry tried to squirm away, but he couldn't move well enough. The tip of his nose touched the silver memory, and Harry was pulled inside.

Harry's side hit the stone floor hard, as he was still bound in his cords. He glanced around as best as he could, and found himself in the Headmistress's Office. It was Dumbledore however, who was sitting behind the desk, with all his silver instruments on the desk in front him. It was night, and Dumbledore was quietly writing on something. Only the sound of his quill against the parchment filled the room, until a knock came at the door. Dumbledore called the person to enter, and Snape came into the dark room. Harry's anger came again to a boiling point, seeing Snape and Dumbledore in the same room.

`You asked to see me Professor' Snape stated, his black cloak following closely behind him and blending into the dark corners of the room as he approached. Dumbledore nodded, and motioned Snape to sit. He did so, and Dumbledore put down his quill with which he was writing.

`Tonight I will be leaving the castle with Mr. Potter to look for the locket. I believe it is in the cave Regulus told you of.' Snape had no reaction to this news, and Dumbledore continued on. `Have you learned anything from Mr. Malfoy?”

`Nothing new Professor. He is trying to fix something, but I think he has finished his work. The Dark Lord has called several followers to him the last few days, so I am concerned something may occur' Snape mentioned.

`It is possible. With my absence, Voldemort may attack the castle. I have called you here to tell you that, in the event something may happen, you must ensure Draco's survival. I believe, knowing Voldemort's past, the locket will be well guarded, and may result in my injury becoming worst' he explained, gesturing to his blackened arm, that made Harry cringe with remembrance of the injury.

`What are you saying Professor?' Snape asked.

`If I return, and the infection has spread farther, or the cave's defences were beyond me, I want you to do what I know Draco is not capable of.' Snape stared at Dumbledore without blinking, and then leaned in slightly.

`Albus, I can't . . . I can't kill you.'

`You must. If I live, then you and Mr. Malfoy will die. My part in this war is coming to an end, I can see that much. You do not have to kill me with the Killing Curse. Fake the curse, and let me fall over the edge of the castle. You will have appeared to kill me, and I will be dead. I do not want Draco becoming a murderer, because you know just as well as I that he walks far from his father's path.'

Snape sat in the chair motionless, and Dumbledore let him for a few moments, before inclining his head, and looking over the edge of his half-moon spectacles. Snape lowered his head, and rubbed his forehead in frustration.

`I know this is a lot I ask of your Severus. I am sorry, but it is the only way. You would have to leave with the Death Eaters, but I am sure your Occlumency would keep you safe' Snape looked up at the old man again, and his eyes—Harry noticed—rested on Dumbledore's blackened arm. He looked back at Dumbledore, and slowly, with sadness in his face Harry never knew he could express, nodded.

`Thank you Severus. You have helped both the Order and myself countless times, and I hope you and Harry will overcome your problems, and work together.' Snape's face changed slightly at the mentioning of Harry's name, but it was short lived.

`I will try Professor.'

Harry was then pushed outwards, and found himself hitting another stone floor, this time with Snape in front of him holding the pocket watch. Harry looked at Hermione, and found her eyes looking worriedly.

`Is that proof enough?' Snape asked snidely, Harry's head snapping back to the greasy haired man. Harry was still trying to process all the information.

`How do I know that isn't fake?' Harry asked, trying a long shot excuse. Snape sighed with annoyance.

`Potter, you can't fake a memory, no one can. That is a memory, you just saw me pull it out!' Harry was still wracking his brain trying to understand.

All this time, it was obvious to Harry that Snape was evil. He constantly ridiculed and harassed Harry at Hogwarts, and never showed him any respect. He continually told Harry how horrible he thought James and Sirius were, and he antagonized Sirius in staying in Grimmauld all that time. He put Harry through all that torment during his Occlumency “lessons,” and last year—Harry just now remembering—he stunned Professor Flitwick during his escape from Hogwarts.

`Then why did you always treat me like rubbish, and teach me Occlumency wrong? Why did you stun Professor Flitwick last year? Why . . . Why were you so evil?' Harry questioned. There were so many questions at Snape's loyalty passing through Harry's mind, it was hard to keep it in order.

`I treated you like that to maintain my secret. Everyone was to suspect I was a Death Eater, and still was. Why did I treat you so? Because I did hate your father, and his ill-mannered “friends”. Lupin I could tolerate, since he normally kept his mouth shut; but the arrogant Black? The idiot Pettigrew? And Potter, the worst of them all? No, I could never learn to abide their presence. You are much like your father, and as such, you are arrogant, boastful, and untalented. I despised that Dumbledore took a liking to you, though I understood his reasonings.

`And I knew you would be terrible with Occlumency. Always too much misplaced anger, and immaturity, just like your father; you would never succeed. If you wanted to be treated as the “famous Harry Potter,” then you should be a natural at everything right? I made it my point to show there are some things you could never learn with all that falsely placed glory.'

Harry was going to respond, but let it slip. He had a feeling he could use his Legilimency later to his advantage if he needed.

`Stunning Flitwick and being my normal cheerful self was again, part of being the Death Eater.' Harry laughed again at this.

`So what, it was all just one big act? Is that what I'm supposed to believe? That still doesn't explain Hufflepuff's Cup, or why we're still tied up on this stinking floor' Harry commented, trying to still figure a solid question to prove Snape's allegiance. Harry knew before hand that you could not fake a memory, but he needed to try.

`It was an act Potter, some of it. Hufflepuff's Cup will require another dip into the watch. As to your restraints, I am willing to let you free, but with no wands. If any of you even twitch, you will be back in those binds.' Snape motioned Draco to pick up all their wands, and he did so, stepping back to the far corner of the room. Snape moved over, and with a swish of his wand, their bonds were lifted. Harry stood up quickly, as did the others, and stayed in place.

Snape took the memory out of the watch lid, and put it back to his temple. He then closed his eyes for a moment, Draco keeping his own wand trained on the four others in the room, and Snape again pulled out a memory, and dropped it into the lid of the watch.

Just as he was opened his eyes and looked at Harry, Topher shot out his hand, and his wand soared out of Draco's shaking hand, and across the room. Snape's eyes snapped to him, and Harry took action.

`Expelliarmus!' Topher yelled, while Harry gave Snape's leg a kick to disorient him. Draco's wand, along with the others flew across the room and into Topher's hand, and Snape's wand flew over as well as he yelled out in pain and clutched his leg. Harry heard a snap when he hit it, and was inwardly pleased with himself.

`Here' Topher said, lobbing Harry and the other's their wands, and keeping his trained on Draco. Snape was on one knee, still holding onto his left leg.

Harry took his wand, and pointed it directly at Snape's heart. Only a few minutes ago he wished for this situation; for him to have his wand, and for Snape to be at the receiving end of it. But as Snape looked at him, he found his thoughts changed on the situation.

Harry was starting to feel unsure about Snape. Making him see that first memory caused Harry to question his belief that Snape was entirely evil. He still felt Snape killed Dumbledore, but Snape's explanation about the Killing Curse was correct; it didn't cause the victim to rise in the air.

Confusion was gripping Harry, and he felt that this was what Snape wanted; to make Harry question his intentions, and make him unsure.

Ron moved over to the window Draco just finished looking out of, and looked back to the rest of the group. `There's no one the-` he started, looking back out. Fear gripped his face, and he leaned closer to the dirty window pane. `There are Death Eaters here! They're coming into the building!'

Topher ran to the window, and Hermione kept her wand on Draco. Draco looked petrified, looking from the window to the door. Any bit of colour from his face disappeared, and he looked like he could faint at any moment.

`You knew they were coming! You're still a Death Eater!' Harry snarled, moving forward—his wand jabbing into his Snape's neck. Topher moved away from the window, and came over to Harry.

`Harry, we need to go. They'll be here any moment.' Topher looked at Snape for a moment, then back to Harry.

`They didn't come for you Potter, they're here for us. We need to go with you. Give me my wand, and let's get out' Snape asserted. Harry was not convinced.

`I don't believe you. You stunned us and were waiting for other Death Eaters, that's why Draco was watching.'

`They killed my father and my mother! They're chasing us!' Draco shouted frantically. The doors downstairs banged open, and people began to stomp inside, and up the stairs at the end of the hallway.

Topher still held Draco and Snape's wands, and was hesitantly waiting for Harry to respond. The pounding footsteps of the Death Eaters in the house were becoming louder, and both Hermione and Ron came closer waiting for Harry to decide.

`Let's leave them here. Apparate back to Hogwarts' Harry decided. Topher and the others nodded slowly, while Draco breathed in deeply with the answer and moved into the corner of the room looking scared beyond words. Snape looked at Harry, and did nothing, then glanced at Topher.

Harry knew this was an act, and that when the Death Eaters would enter the room, Snape would act calm, and Draco would stop is pathetic dramatics. Harry and the others took a step back, and thought of the gates of Hogwarts. The pounding steps were approaching the room, and the four gave a turn, but nothing happened. Topher sighed angrily, and hastily waved his wand at the door, locking it.

`They cast another Anti-Apparation Charm on the building. We're going to have to fight our way out.' A loud pounding on the door came, and Harry could hear spells being slammed against the outside of the door. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Topher moved in front of the door, ready for who might come through. Snape moved over, and Draco came and helped him on to his feet.

`We need to get out of the house. Stun, blast, just clear the way and run' Topher directed. They all nodded, and the door continued to creak as spells blasted its exterior. The spell began to loose its strength, and the door began to budge. Harry held on to Hermione's hand, looked at her for support, and looked back just as the door blasted off its hinges and across the room.

`STUPEFY!'

`AFLATUS!'

`CRUCIO!'

All three spells came flying out of wands; the first from Harry, the second from Topher, and the third from the incoming Death Eater. The Cruciatus Curse flew past all four of them, and the Death Eater was slammed against the opposite wall of the hallway like a piece of lumber against a house. More spells were being shot through the doorway though, from the sides by other Death Eaters.

Harry and the others dived to the edges of the room, and Harry found himself next to Topher, while Ron and Hermione were on the other side of the room. Snape and Draco were a few feet from Harry on the same side, trying hard to not get hit by spells.

The room was alight by red, blue, and green lights as spells flew from the doorway, as well as from the sides of the room. There were more Death Eaters though, and Harry found himself Shielding himself more than throwing offensive spells.

`Protego!' Harry yelled, as a Disarming Spell shot from the doorway. The spell deflected to the ceiling, and Harry looked back to see a Stunning Spell fly from the doorway, and hit Hermione in the chest.

`HERMIONE!' Harry yelled, trying to get up and reach her. Topher held him down, and pulled him back towards the wall, just as a Cruciatus Curse missed him.

`I'm giving Snape and Draco their wands' Topher yelled between spells. Harry was still keeping an eye on Hermione, who Ron was moving behind him to protect her, and looked back. Not waiting for a response, Topher took the two wands, and threw them to their owners. Harry looked back frantically, but found Snape moving closer, and shooting off a Disarming Spell at the doorway, while Draco cast a Stunning Spell at a Death Eater.

Topher gave Harry a nudge to continue, and the two of them, along with Snape and Draco shot off a barrage of spells and curses at once, overwhelming the Death Eaters on the other side. Topher moved closer to the side of the doorway as the others continued, and just as there was a tiny gap in spells, turned in the doorway, and moved his wand in a massive right to left movement. Spells from the Death Eaters stopped at once, and the Orphanage went eerily silent. Harry wasted no time, and rushed over to the other side of the room to see Hermione.

`Hermione, Hermione? Are you alright?' he asked frantically. Ron used a Renneverative Spell to revive her, and she was slightly groggy. She nodded, and Harry helped her up, along with Ron.

`Thanks Mate, are you alright?' Harry asked Ron, who had a nasty looking cut on his arm. He nodded, and the three of them turned towards the doorway to see Topher binding the Death Eaters in the hallway, Draco again looking out the window, and Snape standing in the middle of the room, fixing his leg that Harry only minutes before kicked.

`Do you believe me now?' Snape asked, a large amount of resentment present in his voice.

`For now. We need to get out of here, fast' Harry responded, making his way to the doorway. Topher was already down the hallway, calling everyone else to hurry up. The Death Eaters were gone, and the doors in the hallway were all locked; muffles coming from each of them.

Harry and the rest moved down the hallway quickly, and down the stairwell towards the entranceway. Exiting through the front doors, they moved out into the bare courtyard as the cool outside air made Harry shiver slightly. Making their way across, the wind caught up in some of the trees just outside the yard, and Harry turned to see the trees swaying. They continued on, and stopped just as they reached the front gates. Topher opened it for everyone, and they made their way across the street hurriedly. Harry glanced back at the gate just as Topher was turning, when a bolt of red light hit his back and he fell over.

`Topher!' Harry yelled, running over with Hermione and Ron. Snape followed quickly, and looked around for the culprit. It didn't take long for Harry to see that it came from a dark-cloaked figure standing close by. The figure removed its hood, to reveal Bellatrix Lestrange; laughing evilly at the group in the hollow night.

Hermione reached over and held onto Harry's hand, more than likely to keep him from launching at the woman who murdered Sirius. It worked, and Harry's mind kept level, and he squeezed her hand back. Bella looked at Harry and Hermione for a moment with her cold and dark eyes, then her gaze moved to Snape, who moved in front of them.

`Ah Severus, I knew you would be so foolish. The Dark Lord will be pleased when I drag you before him. Crucio!'

Her Torture Curse whizzed by Snape, and he took his wand and raised it to respond.

`Sectumsempra!' he expelled. Bellatrix screamed in pain as gashes appeared on her face and front. A particularly nasty looking gash was right under her left eye, and extended all the way to her chin. Snape did not bother to wait, and stunned her quickly; silencing her screams, and causing her to fall over with a thump on the pavement.

`We have to move. Get to the other side of the street' Snape ordered sternly, as Hermione revived Topher. The group moved over, and kept close watch of the Orphanage. Noise and bangs were coming from the building, and they quickly moved farther away so they would be able to Apparate.

`We need to go with you' Snape told Harry and the rest. Harry was hesitant for a moment, but seeing him injure Bellatrix like that made his case a bit stronger in Harry's mind.

`Alright. Give him the address' Harry told Hermione. She looked at Harry questioningly, just as another loud bang occurred inside the Orphanage.

`Hermione, give him the bloody address!' Harry restated, some anger encroaching into his voice. She hastily reached into her pocket, and found a scrap piece of parchment and her traveling quill, and wrote down a small sentence. She gave it first to Snape, who read quickly, then to Draco—who was still looking around frantically for Death Eaters. Once he finished, Hermione burned the parchment, and looked at the rest.

`Topher, Side-Apparate with Draco, I'll Side-Apparate with Snape. Unless you want to get splinched, I'd suggest going right to Grimmauld' Harry declared. Snape looked to protest—probably because he thought it was childish—but the Death Eaters from the Orphanage burst out of the front doors, and began pelting curses at them. Topher quickly moved, and grabbed Draco's hand, twisting on spot, and disappearing with Draco. Ron and Hermione Apparated away with speed, and Harry—thinking of Grimmauld's front lawn—looked to turn when Snape grabbed his arm.

`NOW!' he yelled, and Harry gave a turn, feeling the siphoning envelope him, with Snape bumping into him along the way.

The group of Death Eaters stopped firing spells, and two walked over to Bellatrix—their steps sounding in the empty courtyard. Snape's Stunner was just lifting, and she stood up—blood still trickling down her chin.

`Are you alright Bella?' one of the masked men asked in a hoarse voice. She wiped her brow, and looked to where Harry and the others just vanished from.

`I'm better than alright. The not only is the mudblood their secret keeper, but she and Potter are in love. The Dark Lord will be very pleased about this.' She turned, ordered the others back to the caves—and with an evil grin—Apparated herself.

*

Landing on the parched front lawn, Harry and Snape were right next to the others. The air here was cold and still; very much like that outside the Orphanage—minus the spells flying through the air of course. The group quickly entered the house, and Harry made his way to the kitchen to make sure no Order members were there. He thought he was in luck, seeing very few lamps lit, when he found Lupin sitting at the table.

`Harry! What are you doing here?' he asked, looking up from the Daily Prophet that he was reading. Harry, for the first time he could imagine, was upset to see Lupin. It would have made things easier if no one was around. He would have to explain the whole situation to Lupin before Snape and Draco could enter the room, otherwise there would be yet another duel.

`I was doing something. Remus, I need to you do something for me, please' he started off, sounding very cautious like he was approaching a live tiger. Lupin could tell something was up.

`Harry, is everything alright?'

`Everything is fine, I just need you to do one thing.' Lupin put down his cup, and looked at Harry in wonder.

`Alright Harry, what is it?' Harry took a deep breath, and approached his father's old friend.

`I need your wand' Harry articulated. Lupin did look to question his request, but must have caught the look of hope in Harry's face. He pulled out his wand from his grey robes, and gave it to Harry.

`Thanks Remus. Now, please, I need you to not go off your rocker over this' Harry began, walking over to the doorway to where Topher and the rest were waiting.

`Over what?' Lupin asked again, sounding more worried now than before. Not having his wand in his pocket made him feel exposed, even if he was in a secret house.

Harry gave a deep breath, and opened the door, letting Topher in, followed by Hermione, Ron, Draco, and finally, Snape.

`Oh, hi there Topher, Hermione . . . Ron, Ron! Malfoy is behi- YOU!' Lupin yelled. He started off sounding alright, but by the end he was off his seat, automatically reaching for his wand that Harry luckily got from him before hand. Harry swiftly moved back into the room, and tried to calm Lupin down.

`Harry, what are you doing! He's a Death Eater, he killed Dumbledore for Merlin's sake!'

`Remus, REMUS!' Harry yelled, trying to get him to stop. Snape remained quiet, as did Draco—who was looking at his surroundings in mingled disgust—as they stood on the opposite side of the table.

`Remus, they're on our side! Dumbledore was already dying from a potion, and knew he was going to die. He told Snape to levitate him over the edge of the castle' Harry divulged to both Lupin and the others. Lupin snapped his eyes to Harry, still looking for answers.

`How do you know?' he asked, still sounding frantic, but slightly calmer.

`He showed me a memory of him and Dumbledore before we left Hogwarts the night he died.' Lupin looked over at Ron and Hermione for help, but they were just as confused as he was. He looked to Topher, and found he was the calmest of the whole group.

`It's true Remus, Severus is on our side. Dumbledore told me last year why he trusted him, and showed me the same memory that is locked in Snape's pocket watch that proves his allegiance' he professed. Lupin was still confused, but Harry was quickly angered by this information.

`You knew about the cup! Why didn't you tell me! Why did you and Dumbledore lead me on, we could have been killed!' Harry shouted, side stepping Lupin. Snape remained quiet, and Topher was taken aback with this outburst.

`I had to stay quiet Harry, Dumbledore made me promise. You have to ask him why, I don't know. All he said is you would be going to two places: an old manor, and an orphanage. He said I would have to go with you both times, and that you would be looking for Snape.'

`I wasn't looking for Snape, I was looking for the cup' Harry said confusedly.

`Did you find it?' Lupin asked.

`Here' Snape voiced, speaking for the first time. He pulled out the shards of Hufflepuff's Cup, and threw them on the table. Lupin looked at Snape with disgust, hesitantly walked to the table, and looked at the cup for a moment, before finding the halves of the badger.

`Is this?'

`Yes, it's Helga Hufflepuff's mark' Snape answered monotonously. Lupin turned with the shards still in his hands, and looked at Harry.

`This was the cup you were looking for? Why is it so important?'

`Because . . . well, erm-`

`Because it was a Horcrux' Hermione announced, sounding thoroughly annoyed at Harry dancing around the subject.

`A what?' Lupin responded, not understanding the gravity her statement.

`A Horcrux; something that contains a piece of someone's soul. It was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes' she exposed. Lupin reacted in the correct fashion now, and immediately threw the cup pieces out of his hand, and let them land with a clunk on the table top.

`Voldemort's soul? What- . . . what are you talking about?' he asked, confusion gripping him entirely.

`It's a long story Remus, and we don't have time. I need to see that memory in Snape's pocket watch, and we need to get back to Hogwarts before McGonagall comes looking for us' Harry remarked. Lupin looked back at the cup with worry, but kept quiet, and nodded, sitting back at the table—though keeping some distance from the cup.

`Sit down, and give me the watch' Harry instructed to Snape. He felt a bit triumphant, being able to order Snape around, even if they were on the same side. Snape was of course displeased by the tone, but sat down, and produced the watch. Draco sat down as well, and continued looking around the room. Topher took a seat across from Draco, and kept his wand out just in case. Harry moved the watch closer and Hermione and Ron approached him from both sides.

`I want to see this' Hermione stated.

`Yeah, me too mate. If this was what made Dumbledore trust Snape, I want to see it' Ron added. Harry nodded, and gave Lupin his wand back.

`Keep an eye on them. We'll be back in a second.' Lupin seemed better with his wand in his hand now, and nodded. Topher did so as well, and Harry opened up the watch, and found the silver memory still inside. Ron looked at it questioningly.

`Um, Harry . . . how do you-I mean, how do I-`

`Just stick your nose in it, and it'll do the rest' Harry answered. Ron nodded, and Harry bent over the watch, and entered the memory.

Harry landed in a sitting room—which had the look of a miniature library—and soon Ron and Hermione landed next to him.

The walls were covered in shelves full of old leather-bound books, of which most appeared motionless for years. A worn and neglected sofa, a cracked leather armchair and a shaky wooden table sat under a small flood of amber flicker from an oil lamp hanging above. On the table stood a small iron cauldron, filled with a black tar-like potion that was steaming a purple mist, which was fogging the room slowly as it spread outwards, hugging the floor.

`Where are we?' Hermione asked quietly. Harry shrugged his shoulders, and observed the room carefully.

Harry saw movement in the corner of the room, and found Snape walking from the shadows towards the cauldron. He came forward quietly, and sprinkled an orange paprika-like substance into it, and the potion turned even deeper black; absorbing all the light that fell on it from the old and dusty lamp above. The purple mist intensified, and began filling the air. Luckily, Harry remembered this was a memory, so he would be saved from smelling the potion.

`That's the Cassus Animus potion' Hermione pointed out. Harry nodded, and all three were startled by a knock sounding through the room.

Snape's head jerked up from the potion, and faced the door. He moved around the table—his footsteps creaking the floor below him—and opened the door. He mumbled something to the person outside, and opened the door fully to reveal Albus Dumbledore standing outside; his silver beard standing out in the darkness.

Dumbledore entered the room in a grey and dark blue coloured robe, and glanced at the walls, and the ceiling. Snape closed the door behind him, and turned to see Dumbledore smiling.

`I quite like small houses. You're never too far away from anything, and can get anywhere with only a few paces.' Snape continued to frown at the old man, and moved closer to the potion, entering the light.

`This is not a house, this is a slum' Snape pointed out bluntly. Dumbledore continued to glance around, and his gaze fell eventually found Snape's unhappy look. Dumbledore looked at the cauldron, and stepped forward.

`Ah, is this the potion?' he asked, trying to forget his attempt at being nice to Snape.

`It is. It's ready to be used.'

`I understand, do you have the item?' Dumbledore asked. Snape moved to the section of the room farthest from the door, and reached up to one of the many dusty books. It was hard for Harry to see in the darkness, but Snape pulled down on one of the books, and a section of books on the same shelf next to it opened up like a cupboard. The books were only an inch deep, and mounted onto a wooden cabinet door. In the hollow, a single golden object stood in the centre. Snape carefully reached in, took hold of the object, and moved back into the lamp light, the hidden cupboard door closing.

The instant the light cast on the item, it was easy for Harry to distinguish it as Hufflepuff's Cup. Though it was very worn and tarnished—the gold unreflective and dull—the cup was still a magnificent piece. The handles looked like a set of arms of a plump woman, her hands resting on her waist in frustration. The golden badger, even though it was not well maintained, stood proud on the side of the cup.

Snape offered it carefully to Dumbledore, and he took a cautious hold of it. He looked at it closely. He tilted the cup in the dim light, and with his other hand, moved his half-moon shaped glasses to take careful examination of the badger.

`Amazing, simply amazing. This cup is over twelve-hundred years old. It is a shame Voldemort had to pick such an object as a Horcrux' he commented, holding down from his vision, and instead looking towards the murky potion. He took a few steps forward holding the cup closely, and leaned over slightly. He quickly pointed his wand at his nose, and sighed in contentment. Snape approached, and Dumbledore leaned away from the potion.

`Not the most pleasant smell is it?' Dumbledore stated rhetorically. `The cup needs to be put in the potion. The only question is whether the soul needs to be activated for the potion to work.' He paced around for a moment, his eyes fixed on the cup in his hands, and turned back to Snape, still pacing—his robes following behind him and kicking up dust from the floor.

`Hmm . . . How do you think the cup could be activated?' Dumbledore asked, placing said object on the table next to the potion that would destroy it.

`Since it's a cup, I gather drinking from it would be the most likely method' Snape answered, the lack of enthusiasm clear. Harry was beginning to notice how he would look out at the door every once in a while. He wondered if Snape was doing this either because he was worried of someone entering, or he was expecting someone.

`That sounds correct. Let's try just dropping the cup in first' Dumbledore suggested. Snape nodded shortly.

Dumbledore took his wand, and levitated the gold cup above the surface of the black potion. He lowered it slowly, so the potion oozed around it, and let his wand go after the cup filled, and was lost to sight. The room was dead to sound, and only the small amount of dust in the air moved in the lamp light. A few seconds past, and the potion continued to stay dormant like a pond, and Dumbledore took his wand, and lifted the cup out.

`It appears it will need to be activated. I gather the metal of the cup protects it from the potion. Shall I activate it?' Dumbledore asked, as he tipped the cup allowing the potion to pour out slowly like molasses. The cup slowly lowered to the table once again, and with a flick, was clean of any remaining potion.

`I will do it Albus. It will be a testament to my true loyalty, and redemption for what the Dark Lord did to my friend' he asserted. Dumbledore lowered his head in agreement, and took a step back.

Snape was apprehensive for a moment, but walked up to the table, and took hold of the cup. It was going to be a difficult thing to do, and Harry knew it. Snape had to take a drink from the cup, but at the same time throw it into the potion. It seemed to Harry that the Snape in the memory was having the same dilemma in his mind, and Dumbledore stepped forward.

`Might I suggest doing this' he offered, levitating the cup into the potion, so it floated on top. He then gave a swish to the cauldron, and the cup seemed to stop bobbing in the thick potion. Snape gave a curious look at Dumbledore, and he approached the cauldron with caution. He looked at the cup, and found it not to be moving, in any direction. Wondering, he gave the cauldron a slight nudge, and the cup and the potion remained motionless.

`I solidified the potion. This way, you can drink from the cup, and it will be submerged in the potion' he explained. Snape glanced at Dumbledore and nodded with the realization, and pointed his wand at the cup. A small jet of water came out, and filled the cup half way. Dumbledore came closer with his wand out just in case, and Snape picked up the cauldron. It was small, but Harry could tell it weighed enough from the struggle Snape was having with it. He lifted it up and tilted it slightly. The potion remained motionless, and the cup stayed in the centre. With one final jerk of the cauldron, the water came falling out of the cup, and Snape drank the liquid.

As fast as he could, he lowered the cauldron and hastily set it back on the table. A massive roar filled the little room like that of a tornado, and Dumbledore swished his wand at the potion, and the cup fell into the darkness of the blackened liquid as it began to bubble violently, and dark green fumes erupted from its surface. Many of the old books on the walls began falling down and slamming onto the floor as it seemed the tiny room was being shook by a massive being like someone would shake a muggle snow globe. Snape moved to the edge of the room, next to where Dumbledore was, and in the midst of all the noise and chaos, he grabbed his head and hunched over in pain.

`Severus, Severus are you alright?' Dumbledore asked worriedly, as put his hands on Snape's shoulders trying to steady him.

`The Dark Lord . . . he . . . he knows' Snape stuttered in pain. The cauldron gave a violent rumble, making the flimsy table it was sitting on almost snap like a twig, and the potion began to churn and fade into a vile shade of olive. Snape seemed to recover, and slowly stood with Dumbledore's aid. Dumbledore was still looking at him worriedly, but Snape just nodded, and they looked back at the potion. As they looked back, the potion seemed to calm instantly, and the howling and violent rattling of the rooms ceased.

They both stayed back, and watched the potion carefully. Harry remembered what came next, and covered his ears, Hermione and Ron doing the same. It helped very little though, as a sudden, piercing scream blasted the entire room, and no doubt half the country. The brownish green surface of the potion reflected a shadowy face, which looked much like that of the older Tom Riddle, who was screaming in excruciating pain. The face slowly sank lower until no longer visible, and it, along with the scream, died away and the potion finally turned a sick, swampy green. Dumbledore and Snape both approached, and looked in to find the cup, broken exactly in two, floating in the potion.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and with a heavy clang of metal on metal, the two cup pieces rang against the bottom of the now empty cauldron. He reached in, and pulled out the two sections. Examining it carefully, Harry noticed the badger was broken exactly down the middle. Snape was panting, as if he just ran a marathon, and Dumbledore approaching him with the cup pieces.

`Are you alright?' he asked. Snape took a few breaths, and nodded.

`I am . . . The Dark Lord . . . was inside . . . my head . . . he never has . . . been before' he panted. Dumbledore moved Snape over, and sat him down in the cracked leather chair.

`I imagine that was the part of his soul. What did it say?'

`It said I was a fool to try and destroy his Horcrux . . . and that nothing could stop him' Snape responded, still gathering his breath. Dumbledore nodded, and took a seat on the edge of the couch.

`Meant for those who are weak minded. One needs the mental strength I believe to make the soul stay in the potion.' Snape nodded, and looked at the shards that Dumbledore put down next to the empty cauldron.

`You have my trust now Severus Snape' Dumbledore acknowledged, holding out his hand. Snape took it with a firm grip, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were pushed out of the memory.

Harry landed back in the kitchen of Grimmauld, and everyone was still sitting down. Harry looked at Snape, who looked vastly weathered to his younger self in the memory, and sat down. Hermione and Ron sat down next to him, and they too looked at Snape.

`Do you trust me now?' Snape asked to Harry.

`We'll see, I have questions. When was this?'

`About two months before your parents died.'

`And who was this “friend” of yours?' Snape paused for a moment, breaking his gaze with Harry, and looked back, his expression changed slightly.

`Regulus Black.'

`You knew Regulus?' Lupin asked. Snape nodded, and continued.

`Of course I knew him, he was a Death Eater. We understood each other. He was from a family that didn't understand him, and so was I. I helped him move into the deeper circles of the Dark Lord's service.'

`Why did he die?' Harry asked. Sirius always said he got in too far, and was murdered, but Harry always wondered why Regulus was killed, and what scared him to want to get out.

`Because he, like me, learned what the Dark Lord was doing. The Dark Lord called a meeting of his closest and most trustworthy Death Eaters: Bellatrix, Lucius, Rosier, myself, and Regulus. At first, the Dark Lord was unsure of Regulus, but I swore he was trustworthy. He took us to a distant cave, and revealed his deepest secret to us.

`He told us of his Horcruxes. At the time, they were hidden, but he wished for a single and trusted Death Eater to guard each of them. Lucius was given a diary, Rosier a ring, Regulus a locket, Bellatrix a snake, and myself, a cup. He told each of us where they were, and to check on them.'

`He just told you? Just like that?' Ron asked sounding astonished.

`He was at the height of his power Mr. Weasley, and quite arrogant. He did not tell us exactly what the objects were. He said it was important they remain safe, and that they contained the power to do great, evil deeds. He knew his Horcruxes were safe, but he wanted to make sure. If we all died trying to get to them, then he would be satisfied. If we didn't, then he'd kill us anyways, and hide it once again.'

`So what happened?' Hermione asked.

`We left, and when I met up with Regulus, he was petrified beyond words. At first I thought he was worried over guarding the locket, but he was worried over the locket itself. Coming from such a notably dark family, he knew what the locket really was, and how evil a Horcrux was.

`He said he didn't want to be a part of the Dark Lord's service anymore; that he wanted out. I told him he should reconsider, but he wouldn't have it. He said he made a terrible mistake, and that Sirius was right to discourage him from becoming a Death Eater.'

`So how did he end up dead?' Harry asked again, wanting Snape to get to the point.

`I told him about my work with the Order, and the potion I was making with your mother. At the time, the potion was brewing, and he told me he would get the locket so it could be destroyed with the cup, that I found in the muggle Orphanage behind some terrible curses. He left, but never returned.

`I found out later from Bellatrix that he ended up here, at Grimmauld, and that he professed to his mother that he was joining the Order of the Phoenix. He said he stole the locket, but she didn't believe him, nor did anyone else for that matter. She was so disgusted by him—turning into his brother Sirius—she disowned him, and called Bellatrix to bring him before the Dark Lord. I had to watch as he was tortured over and over again, until at last put to death. The Dark Lord sent several Death Eaters to the cave, and none came out, which meant the protection must have been strong enough.'

`That's how he died?' Lupin asked, his voice croaking from not speaking in a while. Snape nodded slowly, and took a deep breath.

`It was then that I knew my allegiance to the Order. I felt I had to fight the Dark Lord, not just because I wanted to, but because I owed it to Regulus. It was because of me that he died.'

Silence filled the room for a moment as everyone took in Snape's words. Remembering back to the horrible Occlumency lessons, Harry remembered seeing Snape as a child with his parents yelling, and how he looked so helpless. Then he remembered those memories from when his father and Sirius tormented him, and for the first time in Harry's life, he felt bad for Snape, learning now of how he lost his best friend.

Regardless of how mean he was to everyone, he had a horribly tough life. Always being picked on, then falling into the ranks of Death Eaters, and having his best friend killed in front of him, knowing it was his fault. This feeling of sorrow to Snape however was short lived as he once again returned to his snide self.

`So do you trust me, or are you going to throw us to the Death Eaters?' Snape asked.

`Firstly, you can stop with the attitude, and secondly, I trust you, but what about Draco?' Harry answered.

`What about me Potter? I hate this as much as you do, but the Dark Lord killed my parents. He made me watch my father get tortured in front of me' Draco informed grimly to the rest of them.

`It's true, I was there' Snape reassured.

`So why should we trust you?' Harry asked Draco. Draco was getting noticeably frustrated.

`Because I want him dead! I'm not my father, I don't want to be my father. I looked up to him all my life, and in the end it was nothing. He was reduced to living in a cell, then being let free only to be murdered by the man he loved more than his own bloody family. I hate the Dark Lord, and I hate Bellatrix!' Draco spat.

`Well that's all well and good, but we need proof' Hermione explained.

`I don't have any' Draco responded. Harry was unpleased by this, but Topher rose from his seat, and smiled.

`I have a solution' he announced, pulling out a piece of parchment, and writing something on the top.

`Both of you, sign this' he instructed, pushing the parchment and quill towards Draco, who looked at it oddly.

`What is it?'

`We need proof, this will help' Topher answered, however Draco was still hesitant. `Don't worry Draco, it won't hurt you, and nothing will happen so long as you remain loyal to the Order' he explained. Draco carefully picked up the quill, and wrote his name on the parchment. Snape followed without question, and Topher quickly summoned it back to him, and pocketed it.

`Good, we have insurance, just in case. Now' he said louder, getting up from his chair again, `we need to return to Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall will be wondering where we all are if we don't show for breakfast.'

`Breakfast?' Harry questioned. Topher smiled with one side, and motioned to the small window, through which Harry noticed a dull blue sky peering through.

`It's morning! We have to get back!' Hermione asserted anxiously.

`Alright. Remus, can you put them upstairs, and make sure they stay out of the way?' Harry asked, getting up from his chair.

`I can, sure. I'm the only one here right now, but Kingsley is supposed to stop by this morning sometime.' Lupin got up from his seat, and turned to Harry. `Harry, I am a bit nervous having both of them in here though, with me by myself' he disclosed. Topher came over, and reassured him though.

`Don't worry Remus. They do anything' he said, brandishing the parchment they just signed, `and you won't have any troubles.' He looked at Lupin, smiling with both sides, and Lupin nodded.

`We'll be back soon—and don't think of going anywhere' Harry stated aggressively.

`We're prisoner's Potter, whether we like it or not' Snape remarked bitterly. Harry smiled at the idea that now Snape was confined to Grimmauld, and turned to Hermione, Ron, and Topher.

`Let's go, back to the gates' Topher said quickly. Harry thought of the gates, and gave a turn, Apparating out of Grimmauld.

His feet landing on damp grass, Harry was surprised by how bright it was. The sun hadn't risen yet, but it was close. The sky was a dark shade of blue, and was on the brink of declaring day.

The four of them walked up to the gates, and Topher talked to one of the gate keepers. He seemed to have a difficult time with the man he was talking to, and came walking back in frustration.

`Something wrong?' Ron asked. Topher sighed, and rubbed his forehead.

`The guards I talked to last night I knew. They had no troubles letting us in or out, but they switched a few hours ago. I didn't think we would be that long, and these new guards are pompous yaks. They've called Umbridge down.' The mention of Umbridge made Harry's mind sink. He knew she would have a field day with this, and have a delightful time telling Professor McGonagall how she found “that Potter boy” outside the castle again all night. Harry worried for Topher too, because his job could be in jeopardy.

The group stood in the morning chill in quietness, waiting for the plump and exceedingly annoying woman to come from the castle. Harry saw her walking down, and she seemed to be purposely taking a long time to get there. By time she did arrive at the gates, the sun was rising and casting morning rays on the castle.

`Open the gates' she instructed to the keepers. They opened them, and the group entered. Umbridge's toad-like face grinned at Harry, and she stood in front of the group.

`You three may leave. Professor Terrwynebas, Professor McGonagall would like to speak to you. Granger and Weasley, Professor Fourmove will be speaking with you, and as for you Potter' she pointed, with a stubby finger, `you'll be coming with me.'

Harry sighed, and the group sauntered up towards the castle. Umbridge motioned towards the small chamber located off the Entrance Hall that was usually for the first years before being sorted. Hermione gave Harry a sorrowful look, and he tried to smile, but there was no use. He was tired, thoroughly confused over the night's events, and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on his bed in the East Tower.

He slouched his way to the door, and looked back to see Umbridge standing closely behind him, grinning happily, like she just caught a huge fly. Harry sighed, and opened the door, only to find the second most disgusting person he wanted to see in Hogwarts there, sitting on a chair, with one sitting in front of her. Her long and painted red fingernails clutched a piece of parchment, along with a red quill.

`Oh, Harry, so wonderful to see you again' Rita Skeeter said happily, motioning him to sit down, and giving a large grin to Umbridge, who entered the room and closed the door behind her.

Harry wondered what else this day would throw at him.

Spell / Name Meanings:
Dolomors Potion - L. dolor: pain, suffering, mors: death (Dolomors Potion = suffering death)

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A/N - These next few will be getting very complicated, and very interesting I think. For now, I do hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm almost at 400 reviews, so please review! :)

Also, thanks to hpfan73 for pointing out an error in the time-line. Snape uses the Cassus Animus Potion 2 months or so before James and Lily are killed, but Lily didn't give her notebook to Dumbledore and Snape until the night they died.

An edit will be put in soon, having Lily asking about her book and the potion, rather than giving it to Dumbledore. Dumbledore will say that Snape is still going over the book at that moment, but that the potion was finished, and it was successful. Snape has to gain Dumbledore's trust before September, because he's hired at Hogwarts on Sept. 1, 1981, and it was during early 1981, when Regulus is killed, when Snape approaches Dumbledore to join the Order. James and Lily were in hiding by this time, so they limited their excursions. Lily's book however was unable to be returned to her, because Snape still had it, and was at the time (the night of Oct. 31st) still working on the potion, and other potions in the book.

Of course if any of you have an idea as to how it could be edited, please feel free to suggest an alternative.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The Darkness Approaches

`Alright Harry, if you're unwilling to give me information on your trips out of Hogwarts at night, I'll just have to report my own theories. Now, what about you and Miss Granger?' Rita Skeeter asked Harry, after pelting him with questions about the two nights before; Harry not answering any of them.

`What about her?' Harry asked, sounding aggravated.

`Well, I believe I was right all along wasn't I? You two are an item. Very touching' she added, scratching down notes on her parchment. The room they were in was small, and Umbridge seemed to make it smaller with her pacing around Skeeter and Harry, who were sitting in the middle of the room on the only chairs.

`Things between Hermione and I are none of your business. Besides, I thought you were done with your writing days' Harry mentioned, his eyes locking onto Umbridge, who continued her slow encircling, like a vulture waiting for an injured animal to die.

`Oh Harry, my business is a fickle one, and there are always opportunities. My good friend Dolores told me she could set up an interview with you, and I have several papers already itching to publish this lovely little chat.'

`I doubt they will when you learn nothing from me' Harry responded. Skeeter laughed harshly at this, and wrote another comment on her parchment. Umbridge was behind her, and tried to read, but Skeeter saw her leaning, and clutched the parchment close to her, hiding it from the vulture's sight. Harry wondered why she would keep secret the notes she was taking on Harry from Umbridge, but figured it was Skeeter being paranoid over her only break in the last two years since her last interview with Harry.

`Oh, I'm sure we'll learn plenty from you Harry. We have all the time in the world' Rita explained happily, looking at Harry with her bug-like eyes peering through her fake jeweled spectacles.

It was then that a loud knock came at the door to the room. Skeeter clutched to her parchment dearly with her large, man-like hands, and Umbridge gave a sigh—strutting over to the doorway, and opening it slowly. She carefully peered out the doorway, but immediately closed it when a spell was fired at her from someone on the other side, and smashed into the door with a crack. She turned back to Harry, who was turned in his seat, and she looked completely infuriated.

`This is an imposter! Potter is outside. Leave him, I must catch that boy' Umbridge told Skeeter. Harry gave a strange look to both Umbridge and Skeeter, but stayed in his seat.

`I'll stay here and watch this one; you bring the boy here' Skeeter told Umbridge. Umbridge nodded, and opened the heavy wooden door cautiously. Not having any spells cast at her, she swung it open quickly, and ordered two Aurors passing by to search for Harry. The door closed with a thud, and to Harry's surprise, Skeeter pointed her wand at the door, and it locked with a click.

`Hmmm' she said quietly, looking at a patch of stone floor in front of her with a strange expression. She wrote something short on her parchment, and stood from her chair. She turned, and began to pace around behind her chair, and looked back at Harry.

`Well then, if you're not Harry Potter, then there is no need for you' she stated in a rather dark tone compared to her normal, rather annoying one. She pointed her wand at Harry, and he quickly dove out of the way before the spell she cast hit him, and instead turned the chair he was sitting on into shards of wood.

`Expelliarmus!' Harry yelled, his wand pointed at Skeeter. She moved out of the way quickly, and was able to avoid the spell.

Skeeter then turned, and kicked her chair at Harry. Harry dove again to miss getting hit by the chair, but in his dive, Rita cast her own Disarming Spell, and Harry's wand flew out of his hand while he was still in mid-flight. Harry hit the stone floor hard, and felt naked without his wand, as it was now happily in Rita's hand.

`What, did Voldemort get to you?' Harry asked angrily from the floor, looking up at an oddly emotionless Skeeter.

`Something like that, yes' she answered, as the door began to thud and pound from the outside. She pointed her wand at Harry's chest, and he desperately tried to think of a way out.

`Ava- . . . Avad- . . . ` Skeeter started, but began to twitching violently. Her wand was still pointed at Harry, but it seemed like she was struggling somehow to say the curse.

Wasting no time, Harry reached up and stole back his wand. Skeeter was still struggling, and had closed her eyes like she was fighting some internal battle. Harry backed up, and tried to open the door, but just as he reached it, it seemed Skeeter finished the battle.

`Ava- . . . Avada . . . Avada Kedavra!' she shouted, the green light flashing towards Harry. He hastily threw himself to the stone floor, and luckily dodged the Killing Curse as it slammed into the heavy wooden door. He looked up and found Rita's expression lifeless, and her eyes hazed as she continued to fire spells at Harry; the pounding on the door becoming more intense.

Harry ran behind a stone pillar that stood in the corner of the room, and quickly reached into his pocket. He was desperate, and had only one way to escape the room. He would try to fight back, but Skeeter was firing so many Killing Curses, he would for sure get hit by one if he tried to get into a good position.

Pulling it out of his pocket, he put the Time Turner around his neck, and just as another Killing Curse was being fired by Skeeter, and a booming crack came from the door, he flipped the hourglass once.

The scene around him began to change, and he saw both he and Skeeter dueling, then Umbridge re-entered, and she was pacing in a circle. Everyone looked shadowy, and before he knew it, Harry and Umbridge were out of the room, and soon after that, Skeeter was too. The room slowly returned to normal, and only Harry was inside, still standing behind the pillar.

Harry wasted no time, and ran out of the room towards the Headmistress's Office. Heaving the password to the stone gargoyles, Harry quickly entered and found the office empty. Fear beginning to enter Harry's mind, he asked some of the portraits, and learned the Headmistress left to go and speak to a professor. Which one, they did not know, but Harry ran out and began his early morning and tired search.

Checking the Charms room and the Astronomy office, Harry found both of them were empty. Time was running out quickly for Harry, and he needed to hurry. He and the others would be returning to the castle very soon.

While running to the Potions dungeon, Harry suddenly stopped, and remembered what Umbridge said when they arrived. He turned around, and made a mad dash to the Transfiguration classroom, where he finally found Professor McGonagall, talking with Professor Fourmove.

`Potter, What is the matter?' McGonagall asked after Harry ran through the doorway and approached the two professors, catching his breath from the sprint.

`Where's Umbridge?' Harry asked. Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Fourmove, and then to Harry.

`She's more than likely looking after her rounds. What is wrong Potter; why did you run here, and what are you doing up so early in the morning?' Harry looked around, and took a seat at one of the desks, and the Headmistress and Potions Master came closer.

`Professor Terrwynebas, Ron, Hermione and I are going to be coming back to the castle soon. We had to make another trip to find . . . something.'

`Going to be coming back? But you're here' Professor Fourmove pointed out. Harry reached under his collar, and pulled out the Time Turner to show the two Professors. Professor McGonagall was not impressed.

`Potter, we gave you that Time Tuner under the notion you would be using it only for your lessons, not to warn us you are coming back from field trip to save you from getting in trouble' she explained flatly.

`Professor, Umbridge is going to be letting a Death Eater into the castle in the next hour-`

`Stop Potter' McGonagall said abruptly, putting her hand up. `You cannot come back in time to warn us of things to come.'

`But I know I already did!' Harry avowed.

`And how is this?' McGonagall asked.

`Because Umbridge tells us that you want to see Professor Terrwynebas, and that Professor Fourmove wants to see Me, Hermione, and Ron. Where you planning on doing that just now?' Harry asked. McGonagall looked again to Fourmove, but just for a moment.

`No Potter we were not. Who is this Death Eater Umbridge is bringing into the castle?'

`Rita Skeeter. She tried to kill me' Harry divulged. Professor McGonagall was stunned by this name.

`Skeeter? She could not be a Death Eater; she does not fit the profile. She's much too . . . selfish. But you say she tries to kill you?' she asked. Harry nodded, and Professor McGonagall thought for a moment.

`When are you due back?' she asked, Harry taking a glance at the old clock on the left-hand wall.

`In about ten minutes' Harry realized, hoping the two women would make a decisive choice.

`Alright Potter, we will do this, but there is a lot of explaining to be done once this is all over. Iona, can you go and inform Dolores about our requests for Professor Terrwynebas and the students?' The young transfiguration professor agreed, and quickly exited the room. Professor McGonagall signaled Harry to move as well, and they began their way to her office.

`Was this trip tonight successful?' she asked as they climbed the quiet and empty stone stairwells, lit with a dampened morning glow from the windows.

`Somewhat. It's hard to explain, and I need to ask Professor Dumbledore's portrait some questions first if you don't mind' Harry asked, trying to sound as polite as possible, remembering how he felt manipulated again by Dumbledore.

`Very well Potter, but quickly. I am glad to see you are safe, but I disagree with the time you are arriving back at the castle. I was told by Professor Dumbledore's portrait that these excursions were to last no longer than three hours' McGonagall informed as they reached her office. They entered quietly, and McGonagall let Harry walk in first. He moved right to Dumbledore's portrait.

`Good morning Harry. I am very glad to see you alive and well. How was your trip last night?' he asked, like one would ask how a trip to the corner store went.

`You knew about the Cup? It was already gone' Harry said darkly.

`It is gone, yes Harry.'

`Then why in Merlin did you send me out to find something that you know doesn't exist anymore!' Harry yelled, his hands clenched in fists at his sides. Professor McGonagall looked to interrupt with her dislike for Harry's tone, but Dumbledore raised his hand to motion it was alright.

`You needed to find Severus' Dumbledore answered simply. All that did however was enrage Harry more.

`Oh yes, find Snape. He stunned all of us, and tied us up! I was ready to kill him, and part of me still wants to!'

`I know Harry, and I am sorry. I did not know how Severus would go about trying to convince you of his allegiance, but-`

`Why the lie?' Harry interrupted. `Why did you lie to me about the Cup?'

Dumbledore lowered his head, and sighed. `I did not really lie to you Harry. You were still searching for the Cup, but the shards of it are in Severus' possession. So, to find the Cup, you needed to find Severus.'

`But why do we need to; the Cup's already destroyed. Snape can go rot as far as I care' Harry admitted, looking away from Dumbledore's reaction.

`Harry' Dumbledore started, leaning forward in his painting, and lowering his voice to calm either Harry, himself, or both of them. `Harry, you saw the memory; Severus destroyed a Horcrux. He was the first to destroy a Horcrux; before me, before you. That is important Harry, because it is proof of which side Severus is on. He can be difficult sometimes, I know' he continued, as Harry gave a harsh laugh, `but he has helped me, the Order, and yes Harry, you. He has helped you more than you know.'

`How? By teaching me Occlumency wrong? By taunting Sirius? By always preaching about how horribly he thinks my father was?' Harry stated, anger again rising back up in his chest and his stomach.

`No Harry. For some things, you will have to talk to Severus about, but the Occlumency was partly my fault. I know he taught you incorrectly, and it was not entirely my idea to do that.'

`What do you mean “entirely”? Did you tell him to teach me wrong; to allow Voldemort to get more into my head?' Harry ranted at the painting.

`No Harry. I simply asked Severus to find out what you were seeing, and what, if anything, your visions could be. He found the only way to get the visions to come up, was to make you relive harsh memories, and get you angry. He only told me after some time, and it was then that I stopped your lessons. I knew they were doing worst for you than good.'

`You didn't stop them; I did. I looked into his memories, and he threw me out of his office.'

`Yes Harry, and who do you think told him to leave his memories in a Pensieve like that? Don't think I forgot a few years ago, when you got curious of my Pensieve' Dumbledore informed cautiously.

`You mean, you knew I would look into it, and see those memories?' Harry asked in disbelief, wondering if he was so predictable. Dumbledore nodded, and the vision of Harry as Dumbledore's puppet began to increase in Harry's mind. Harry was going to respond back angrily, when the door to the office opened, and Professor Terrwynebas, along with Hermione, Ron, and Professor Fourmove came inside.

`Harry? How in the blazes did you get up here before us?' Ron asked, looking up at Harry in wonder.

`I have to go and stop Umbridge' Harry told Professor McGonagall all of a sudden, dropping his conversation for now with Dumbledore's portrait, and remembering his past self.

`No, I want you to first tell me what happened' she demanded. Harry told her quickly about going into the side room from the Entrance Chamber, and how Umbridge and Skeeter were there. He explained about Umbridge answering the door, and mentioning an imposter, then how the problems with Skeeter start. Professor McGonagall understood it well enough, and was convinced that Harry would not actually see his past self.

`Well, it sounds clear. Professor Fourmove, go with Potter and bring Dolores up to my office for a nice chat. Professor Terrwynebas, can you detain Rita once Umbridge is out?' Professor McGonagall asked. They all nodded, and as they left, Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.

`Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, can you stay here, I wish to discuss something with you?' he asked. They both looked at Harry, and he knew full well that Dumbledore wanted to talk about him. Harry nodded to them with a bit of dislike to Dumbledore's talking behind his back, and they stayed behind.

Walking down the cool stairwells in the early morning light, Professor Fourmove remained quiet, along with Harry and Topher. They reached the Entrance Chamber, and Harry led them to the side chamber. Both the Professors waited around the corner, as Harry walked up, and banged on the door.

Some shuffled footsteps could be heard, and just as the doorway opened up, and Harry caught Umbridge's toad-like face, he shot a Blasting Curse at the door, and she quickly closed it. Harry moved quickly down the hallway, and right on queue, Umbridge opened the door, and took notice of Harry running away.

`You two` she yelled at two passing Aurors. `Get Potter!' she ordered as she slammed the door behind her, and began moving her short hoof-like legs down the stone hallway, coming around the corner to find three wands pointing at her. She stopped abruptly, and the two black cloaked Aurors bumped into her back. The three of them looked at the two Professors and Harry.

`You will give me your wand. The Headmistress wishes to have a word' Professor Fourmove said sweetly. Umbridge raised her rather bulbous chin, and the two Aurors behind her moved closer.

`I think not. Potter here is to be questioned, and you have no authority over me Professors' Umbridge replied, looking at Harry with a sick grin.

`I have no troubles banishing you and your guards to the Forbidden Forest. I'm sure the centaurs will be thrilled to see you. Isn't that right Firenze?' Topher asked, looking around the group.

Harry smiled brightly as he saw Umbridge's eyes grow wide as the sound of hooves against stone could be heard growing louder behind the group. Harry tilted his head around Umbridge's wide frame, and found the large centaur walking towards the group. The Aurors looked to see him, but Umbridge tried desparately to maintain herself, and not look at the approaching Divination Professor.

`Mercury predicted the traveling of people to evil places, and of a sacrifice to be made for those who venture' he informed the group, coming closer and looking at Harry with his bright blue eyes. Umbridge, who had begun to shake, looked down to the stone floor, noticed his long shadow approaching, and burst through the Professors and Harry quickly.

`Alright! I will go to McGonagall's office! Here!' she shouted, throwing her wand back to Professor Fourmove.

`There's an imposter in that room down the hallway' she explained to the Professors as she began walking up the stairwell, still not looking back.

`Don't worry, we already know' Topher responded. Professor Fourmove ran to catch up to Umbridge, and took her up towards the Headmistress' Office, along with the two Aurors. Topher and Harry bid Firenze goodbye—as he was on his way out towards Hagrid's Hut, and approached the side chamber door. A crash came from within, and they hurried up.

Trying to open the door, and then using a spell, the door failed to move. `There must be a Cementing Spell on it. We're just going to have to blast our way through it' Topher said. They backed up a little, and heard Harry from inside the room.

`What, did Voldemort get to you?' the Harry inside the room said. Harry and Topher both pointed their wands at the door, and began throwing Blasting Curses at it. It looked like the curses were having some effect; yet when Topher stopped, he walked up and tried to push the door, but found it to be exactly how it was before.

`Avada Kedavra!' came from the other side of the door, and both Harry and Topher stood back again, and threw Blasting Curses again at the door; at a closer distance and with a quickened pace. Just as Harry began worrying if the door would actually come down, he saw it creak open after a barrage, and Topher quickly vaulted into the room—the door making a loud booming sound when it opened—and Harry followed behind.

Reaching inside, he found the same chair as before in pieces on the floor. The corner of the room was empty, and Topher bound Rita in cords, and took her wand from her.

`Harry, pick up her notepad please' Topher asked, motioning to the clipboard and the dropped red quill. Harry took it, and looked at the paper and was surprised.

`It's blank' he exposed, showing it to Topher. Rita laughed harshly again, and looked at Harry again with a hazy expression.

`The Dark Lord will soon have you in his clutches Potter. You and your Mudblood love will plead for death before the end' she hissed. Topher tapped her with his wand, and she fell into a deep sleep.

`Whoops' he said sarcastically, bringing her out of the room. Some early risers came down—or up—from their dormitories, hearing the sound of the curses. They all had their wands out, and as Harry looked at the two dozen or so, he was proud to see students from all four houses, and every one of them were members of the Guard.

`We heard Blasting Curses and assumed the worst' Neville informed, who was still managing with the arm of his shirt.

`Harry, is that Rita Skeeter?' Ginny asked, who was standing with a few other Gryffindors as they saw Topher levitate her above the ground. A few more students were arriving with their wands, and asking others what was happening.

`It is. I'll explain later' Harry said quickly, looking at the group.

`Yes, everyone back to their dormitories, now' Topher ordered. Harry almost forgot he was Head of Gryffindor house, and all the students hurried quickly back to their dormitories, no doubt to tell all the rest of the students. Topher gave a flick of his wand, and the three began their way to the Headmistress' Office.

`Well, there goes any secrecy' Topher admitted as they approached the first staircase.

`Why would she be working for Voldemort?' Harry wondered aloud as they climbed the stairs, and Topher levitated Rita up.

`She's not working for them on purpose Harry. Did you notice her eyes?'

`I did, they were hazy, and it had me wondering. Was she-`

`Yes, under the Imperious Curse I believe. Was probably ordered to gather information on you, and try to kill you if possible' Topher suggested. They moved up into the next staircase, and remained quiet for a while as Rita was slowly levitated in front of them.

`How did you know about Umbridge and the centaurs?' Harry asked as the came closer to the Headmistress's Office.

`When she came to the castle in August to work out the rounds for her Aurors, Professor McGonagall told me about her little trip in the Forbidden Forest, and her love for centaurs. Just in case something like that situation occurred' he explained, a smile wiping across his face, as they rounded the last corner, and reached the Headmistress' Office. They entered, and brought Rita in; finding Professor's McGonagall, Fourmove, Slughorn, and Flitwick; Madam Pomfrey, Umbridge, Hermione, Ron, and the two black cloaked Aurors.

`Was there any trouble? Are you both alright?' Professor McGonagall asked.

`We're fine Professor, although by breakfast every student will know that Rita here is in the castle. It seems she was under an Imperious Curse. Strange you did not notice her eyes Dolores' Topher pointed out, everyone focusing on the stout woman.

`She was wearing a cloak when she entered, so students and staff would not wonder. I asked her about her eyes, but she said it was just a healing spell that was wearing off' Umbridge justified. Professor McGonagall looked away in disbelieve of Umbridge's stupidity, while both Madam Pomfrey and Professor Fourmove laughed at it.

`A healing charm? Even I'm no good at Healing, and know that no charm for the eyes has any lasting external effects' Professor Fourmove exclaimed.

`Why not?' Hermione asked.

`Because it would impede the person's vision' Fourmove answered, Hermione nodding in understanding.

`That has nothing to do with what's happened. Do we know anything about who could have cursed Rita, or any information she took?' Professor McGonagall asked, getting the conversation back on track.

`She asked me where I have been going on my trips outside the castle, and . . . ` Harry hesitated, glancing at Hermione for a moment. Professor McGonagall was not up for waiting however.

`And Potter?'

`And about me and Hermione' he admitted, looking at Hermione who was nearby. She looked a bit worried over the news, her brown eyes growing slightly wider, but she stayed collected.

`Don't worry' Harry continued, `I didn't tell her anything, I swear' he reassured both Professor McGonagall and Hermione. Hermione smiled lightly at Harry, and nodded knowing he was truthful.

`We believe you Potter. Is this the notepad she wrote on?' Professor McGonagall asked. Harry nodded, and handed it over. She gave it Professor Flitwick, and he placed it on a chair to look at it. After waving his wand over it a few times, he scratched his head slightly, and looked at the notepad again.

`This notepad is connected to another I believe. When someone writes something, it appears on the other notepad' he explained.

`So someone was getting Rita's notes' Professor Fourmove stated.

`Yes, and you can judge how far away the other notepad is, by how fast the ink disappears' he pointed out. He took the red quill, and everyone leaned in closely to see him write.

I have the real Potter. What should I ask?

The writing evaporated quickly, and before the tiny Charms professor finished the dot on the question mark, almost all the other writing was gone.

`Is it me, or was that fast?' Ron questioned rhetorically.

`Very fast. The other notepad must be no farther than Hogsmede' Professor Flitwick maintained.

`Professor Fourmove, contact the Ministry, and let them know about this immediately' Professor McGonagall stated. The black haired professor nodded, and quickly exited the room.

`Poppy, can you take Rita to the Hospital Wing. I want her isolated, so none of the students see her' Professor McGonagall maintained. Madam Pomfrey agreed, and levitated Rita out of the office.

`Professor Slughorn, can you please bring up some Veritaserum for Rita; we need to—`

`There's a response!' Professor Flitwick squeaked, as writing appeared in dark faced letters.

Ask Potter if he is searching for something in the Department of Mysteries

Harry immediately looked at Topher, who wore just as worried a face as Harry did.

`The Department of Mysteries? Harry m'boy, you aren't looking for something down there are yeh?' Professor Slughorn asked gruffly. The professors, along with all the portraits—who had been listening to every word—looked at Harry for an answer.

`I . . . I am, I think' he responded, looking to Topher for help.

`We're both looking for something. Something very important, powerful, and dangerous' he professed.

`And just how are you getting information about the Department of Mysteries?' Umbridge inquired rudely from her side of the room.

`You let someone who was clearly under an Imperious Curse into the castle, which almost resulted in a student being killed Dolores. You are in no way justified in asking a question, so stand there and be silent' Professor McGonagall commanded, Umbridge responding by huffing and turning away slightly from the group, no one really caring about her performance.

`I have a source inside. Voldemort shouldn't know though, I've only dealt with one man, and he's trustworthy' Topher explained, everyone except Harry, Hermione, and Ron shivering at the word Voldemort.

`As I was saying, Professor Slughorn, can you please bring up a bottle of Veritaserum to find out where Ms. Skeeter has been, so we may know how long she's been under the Curse' Professor McGonagall asked. Professor Slughorn agreed, and waddled out of the office towards his potion's room in the depths of the castle.

`Professor Flitwick, can you please find out as much information as possible about that parchment. Find out where that person is on the other side, and what else they have been asking about.'

`Are you sure it's best to have him reading it alone? I mean, remember the diary and Ginny?' Hermione said, looking at Professor McGonagall.

`Do not worry Miss Granger. I will take great care of this parchment, and will be sure not to read too much into it. Now, if you will excuse me' Flitwick requested, picking up the parchment and walking out the door.

`Now, Dolores, what to do with you?' Professor McGonagall wondered.

`You can not lock me up; I am the Supervisor of the Auror detail' she announced, trying to raise herself up to look a measly one and a half centimeters taller. It did not work.

`We will survive, do not worry Dolores. These two Aurors will escort you to the North Tower, where you will wait until a Ministry official arrives to relieve you' McGonagall said, a bit of what Harry thought was happiness seeping into her voice.

Umbridge looked at the two Aurors, and was surprised to see them coming next to her, and holding her arms as they began to walk. The three quietly exited the Headmistress' Office, and McGonagall put her hand to her forehead, and for the first time Harry could remember; she showed signs of tiredness. She quietly moved around her desk, and sat down in the high winged chair.

`Potter, did I hear you correctly earlier? Did you go out searching for Severus Snape?' McGonagall asked to the group in her office, which now consisted of the same one that just returned to the castle that early morning.

`We didn't go searching for him, but we found him. He's at Grimmauld right now with Malfoy' Harry informed.

`Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Both of them at Grimmauld? By heavens Potter, you can't be serious? Snape killed Professor Dumbledore, and Draco Malfoy set it all up!' McGonagall said loudly, her eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and anger.

`No Minerva, Severus Snape did not kill me in the way you think' Professor Dumbledore's portrait announced quietly. Everyone looked at the portrait, as it took a deep breath (although many would question why it would need to breath), and continued on.

`I drank a potion that night that was killing me. Snape levitated me over the edge, and let me fall, because I was already dying—quite painfully I might add.'

`Potter, is this true?' McGonagall asked, turning around to face Harry.

`I guess. I didn't know what the potion was, or did. Snape told me the same thing though; that he levitated him over the edge, and it was Dumbledore's own decision, not his' Harry admitted, though not too happily.

`Severus said it was a Dolomors Potion' Topher put in. McGonagall's face grew pale slightly, and she looked gravely at the portrait.

`Oh Albus, is that . . . is that true?' she asked gravely to Dumbledore. He nodded, and she closed her eyes for a moment before nodding. `I understand. So that means . . .'

`That means' the portrait continued, `that Severus Snape is on our side. I trust Harry here can confirm his allegiance.' Dumbledore looked at Harry over his half-moon shaped spectacles, and Harry nodded.

`It's true, Snape's on our side' he admitted despondently.

`But what of Draco? Surely he can not be trusted, after what he did' Professor McGonagall said, looking at the portrait.

`Young Mr. Malfoy is more of a worry, because I do not know what has happened to him since he left Hogwarts. Did he tell you anything Harry?'

`He said Voldemort murdered both his parents—his father right in front of him. He said he hates him' Harry explained.

`Hmm' the portrait responded, thinking for a moment while other portraits in the room conversed quietly. `Did he say he wanted to help us?'

Harry took a moment to try and remember back, but the morning was turning into a blur fast. He was quite tired from the lack of sleep.

`He said he wanted Voldemort dead, and Bellatrix' Harry said, remembering Draco's rantings in Grimmauld.

`Don't worry Professor McGonagall' Topher assured, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out the piece of parchment he had both Snape and Malfoy sign. `A bit of insurance, just in case' he explained, putting the parchment on the desktop.

`What is this?' Professor McGonagall asked, picking it up and reading it.

`It's a Bonded Parchment. Both Severus and Draco signed it, swearing allegiance to the Order. If either of them break it . . . well, let's just say, they won't get that far' Topher said with a devilish smile.

`Bonded Parchment?' Ron asked, Hermione turning to him quickly.

`It's the spell I put on the sign-up sheet for the DA' she informed quietly.

`Alright' Professor McGonagall said, taking the parchment and putting it in a pocket of her green robe. `If you three could go to the Great Hall for breakfast, I have some things to discuss with Professor Terrwynebas here. Please inform the students that Rita is visiting the castle for Prophet business. You may have the morning off from classes to rest.' Harry protested.

`Professor, I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore's portrait more, there are questions I have that need-`

`I know Potter, I know' she admitted, holding up a calm hand. `But this is important. Perhaps Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley can help you' she offered.

`Harry, let's go to breakfast, please' Hermione insisted, holding onto his arm, as both support, and to keep him from jumping around the Professors, to yell at Dumbledore's portrait.

`We will talk later Harry, I promise' Dumbledore assured from his portrait, looking at Harry with his gentle blue eyes. Harry sighed tiredly, and nodded.

`Please report back here at six tonight, after supper. You can discuss more with Professor Dumbledore then, and we will be having a meeting with some Order members to discuss what is to be done with Mr. Malfoy and Severus' Professor McGonagall maintained. Harry agreed, and he, along with Ron and Hermione, left the Headmistress' Office, and began their slow and sleepy walk to the Great Hall.

`So what did Dumbledore talk to you two about while I was gone?' Harry asked, getting right to the point.

`He told us about Snape basically, and that we should try to support and help you' Hermione said calmly, still holding onto his arm.

`Yeah mate, that was about it. He knows you're mad, but he wants you to come back and talk to him later tonight' Ron put in, Harry looking at his red-haired friend in astonishment.

`Why does he want me to go back? Just to hear more of how I'm his little puppet in his game, and for me to just get more angry at it all' Harry asked. Hermione stopped Harry in the middle of the hallway, and looked at him closely.

`Harry, you're not a puppet. He's always felt horrible for keeping things from you, but he needs you to go back, because you know more than him, and he wants to help you' she explained to him, trying to maintain a lock on his eyes as they darted around.

`Let's go get some food, and some sleep. I swear, I'm gonna fall over if I don't sit down' Ron insisted, as he continued down the stairwell. Harry sighed, and Hermione placed her finger on his chin, raising his head to look at her.

`Ron's right, it's been a long night. Let's get some breakfast, and then we can sleep alright?' she asked sweetly. Harry looked at her as she was basked in the morning rays of the sun, and he nodded. She moved closer, and gave him a slow and seemingly time-stopping kiss. For the moment as they lingered—Harry forgot his earlier problems, and took comfort in Hermione's ability to calm him in even the tensest moments. His shoulders fell, and he relaxed his arms as they draped around Hermione's comforting form.

`I'll meet you two in the Great Hall!' Ron shouted from the other end of the hallway, as he looked back at his two friends, and left. Harry did not bother responding, and instead allowed his kiss with Hermione to continue quietly in the empty stone hallway; the orange and yellow from the sun casting down through his closed eyes.

Harry and Hermione slowly parted, and Harry smiled at Hermione, as she moved her arms around his neck, and began playing with his hair in the back of his head.

`You missed that, didn't you?' she asked playfully. Harry smiled, and gave her a hug, looking out the window to see the cool morning mist spreading through the Forbidden Forest. Harry's thoughts turned to the multitude of tasks before him, and worry to Rita Skeeter's questions about him and the girl he held in his arms.

`Don't worry Harry' Hermione said, as they moved to look at each other again. `You'll be alright; we're all hear for you' she encouraged. Harry moved a strand of her auburn hair out of her face, and placed it slowly behind her ear.

`I'm worried about you. If Rita was asking, that means he knows' he admitted.

`Then we'll face him together' she said determinately, but still softly. Harry gave her a kiss, and the two started their way to the Great Hall hand in hand.

Turning around the corridor, Harry could hear a couple behind a stone pillar making some rather obvious noise. Taking out his wand, he moved around, and his mouth fell open at the sight.

`Neville!' Harry breathed, as Hermione came around and looked as well. The couple instantly broke apart, and the other individual was identified.

`Ginny!' Hermione said, sounding and looking astonished. Neville was blushing like a tomato, as was Ginny, who was still keeping a hold of Neville's hand to keep him from falling over in embarrassment.

`Don't tell Ron please. For the love of Merlin, don't tell Ron' Ginny pleaded quickly. Neville was still looking like he just ate something rather distasteful.

`How long have you two-?' Hermione asked.

`A couple of months' Ginny answered. Neville was getting pale, and looked at Harry with immense worry.

`I'm . . . I'm sorry Harry' he finally voiced.

`Sorry?' Harry asked.

`Because . . . because you . . . and Ginny, last year . . .' he began, as he started to hyper-ventilate.

`Relax Neville, I think it's great you two' Harry said with a smile, looking at both Neville and Ginny. Ginny smiled happily at Harry, and gave him a hug.

`Thank you Harry' she whispered in his ear happily. Neville hunched over and slowly regained his breath, and Ginny moved back over and gave him short kiss.

`Com'on, let's go to breakfast' Harry insisted after a short laugh at it all. Everyone agreed, and as they started down the stairwell, Ginny asked about Skeeter.

`So what was she doing in the castle, and why did Professor Terrwynebas stun her?'

`If anyone asks, she was here for a Prophet article. Truthfully, she was under an Imperious Curse to get information on me' Harry explained quietly.

`Are you alright?' Neville asked.

`I'm fine, yeah. But McGonagall is having a meeting tonight with some Order members about it all. We'll have to see how things are with the fake story at the Guard meeting tomorrow night.'

As they entered the Great Hall, it seemed the truth was not going to wait until the next night. A surprisingly large number of students were up early on this Monday morning, and Harry had to rethink his plan.

`Why was Skeeter here—who was that woman—why was she stunned—`

`Alright! The Guard will meet tonight at eight pm in the Room of Requirement. For those still wishing to join, find out from other members were it is. We'll explain what happened then' Harry affirmed. Everyone seemed to accept that, and made their way back to the house tables. Ron was already diving into his food when Harry and the others sat down, and he gave both Ginny and Neville an odd look.

`Are you two seeing each other?' he asked, taking careful look at Ginny. Neville dropped his fork at the question, and on his way to pick it up, banged his head on the table.

`We are, is that a problem?' Ginny asked angrily. Ron was going to respond, when Hermione interrupted.

`That's great Ginny, and you too Neville.'

`Yeah, that's wonderful guys!' Harry added in, making Ron look at his friends, as they casually started at their breakfast.

`So Ron, is it a problem?' Ginny asked again, Neville stopping for a moment to wait for his response. Both Harry and Hermione glanced at Ron, and he gave a sigh.

`No, it's great. Congrats guys' he said with a chuckle, digging into some jam for his toast. Harry and the others smiled at each other, and broke into laughs when Ron began looking at them questioningly.

As breakfast continued, the daily owls came swooping into the Great Hall, and the regular Daily Prophet landed in front of Hermione, carried by a Burrowing Owl. Harry was going to look at it with her, when another owl found itself in front of Harry.

`Hedwig, what do you have there girl?' he asked, taking a note that was in her beak. The snowy owl took a few pieces of bacon from Harry's plate as he read, and waited for his response.

Dear Harry,

Can you come by the hut tomorrow afternoon? Grawpy and I have a surprise for you!

Hagrid

`Hagrid asked us to come by his Hut tomorrow' Harry informed Ron and Hermione.

`We have a free period before supper' Hermione answered, looking through the front page of the Prophet, which was stamped with dangerous and wanted wizards and witches. Harry wrote a reply telling Hagrid of the time they could be expected, and Hedwig—after a soft pat—flew off and through to the outside.

`Things are getting worst' Hermione stated, placing the newspaper down on the table. `Over thirty dead in one night, and five missing. The Ministry is so overrun, they're even having trouble protecting St. Mungo's, Muggles, and even the Ministry itself.'

`I hope Dad's alright' Ron said with a tinge of fear, looking at Ginny who looked just as worried.

`It says the Ministry is still safe, but that Ministry officials are so spread out, it wouldn't take much defeat it' Hermione said, reiterating the newsprint.

Breakfast finished quickly, and still more people came to question Harry about Skeeter. He continued to explain that he would tell everyone at the Guard meeting that night, and it seemed most of the students in the castle would be showing up.

The trio bid farewell to the others, and very sluggishly made their way to the towers. Ron asked if he could sleep in the East Tower, because there would not be any students going through it, and they let him sleep in the common room. Hermione charmed a make-shift bed for him, and although it was not a four-poster, he fell asleep almost instantly. Harry and Hermione, both overly tired from the day before and the night spent away, gave each other a kiss, and slumped their way to their dormitories. Harry changed slowly, and fell asleep quickly on his bed.

After what felt like a short sleep, filled with odd and yet wonderful dreams of himself and Hermione, as well as Luna, Draco, and Crookshanks; he woke up to find the room dark. He figured he closed the drapes before going to sleep, but as he rolled over and looked out, he was surprised to see that it was in fact dark outside. He smiled as the stars twinkled in the night sky, and remembered back to his kiss with Hermione that morning, and her insistence in being calm with Dumbledore.

Sitting up all of a sudden—making his head dizzy for a moment—he looked out the window, and began panicking; it was already the evening, and he missed his afternoon classes. He hastily got up from his bed, and frantically searched for his wand. Finding it, he made light, and realized he was still in his clothes from the day before. He ran to his trunk, and threw on his Hogwarts robes quickly, making sure his Head Boy badge was on, and vaulted his way down the staircase—still feeling groggy and knowing his hair looked as messy as ever.

Reaching the common room, he looked and found Hermione sitting at the desk, and Ron still asleep on the bed in the middle of the room; in between the two chairs and the fire, which was burning quietly.

`What time is it?' Harry asked quietly, approaching Hermione.

`It's five thirty. Don't worry, I talked to Professor Fourmove about class, and she said it was alright to miss it' she informed.

`So how long have you been up?' Harry asked, going over to take a look at Ron, who was sprawled out on the make-shift bed, looking to fall off soon.

`About an hour or so. I went to talk to Professor Fourmove, and just checked about Rita Skeeter.'

`And?'

`She was under an Imperious Curse, and had been for quite some time. There's no idea who, but someone very skilled at it. Professor McGonagall said she'd explain more at the meeting tonight. Don't forget you have a Guard meeting tonight too' Hermione reminded Harry.

Harry quickly planned out his meeting for the Guard, and just as he finished, Ron finally fell out of the bed, and with a thud, woke up and got ready for supper. The three of them left and quickly ate supper, and Harry dialed his fake-Galleon to let the DA members know about the meeting tonight. He confirmed the meeting with members, and the trio left the Great Hall; making their way to the Headmistress' Office again.

Not seeing much of the day light was effecting Harry's eyes a little, but adjusted and hoped he could sleep that night so he would not become a day sleeper. Being awake only at night made the castle feel darker, and less vibrant than usual.

`Stars and Moons' Harry said to the gargoyles, and they jumped out of the way for the three students. They all entered, finding Professor McGonagall sitting at her desk, with Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye, and Baldric.

`Harry, Hermione, Ron; are you alright?' Remus asked, getting up from his chair and looking over Harry carefully.

`We're fine, just tired a little. We came to talk to Professor Dumbledore' Harry voiced, hoping to remind Professor McGonagall. Harry did not expect, or really want anyone else in the room during his conversation, but it seemed he was not that lucky.

`We know Potter. He told me that he wanted us all here for your conversation, in that it dealt with subjects we should all know about' Professor McGonagall divulged. Harry was not pleased, but went ahead towards the portrait.

`Where is Professor Terrwynebas?' Hermione asked.

`He will be arriving shortly with someone of importance. Do not worry Miss Granger' Dumbledore offered, before looking back at Harry.

`Harry, I know you have many questions, and that most revolve around Severus' he started, Harry staying calm like Hermione asked him to. `I want you to ask me what is on your mind, and I will do my best to explain everything.' Harry took a deep breath, and tried to forget the extra five people in the room.

`Why didn't you tell me I was searching for Snape, and not the cup?' he asked calmly, Hermione smiling at Harry for keeping relaxed.

`Because I knew if you were searching for Severus, you would wish to murder him. Regardless of what I could say to you, I knew you would not believe he was on our side. I knew it would take seeing his memories, and his destroying that cup to make you believe.'

`So why did you get me to search the castle, the Riddle House, and the Orphanage if you knew he would be at the Orphanage? We almost got killed in the House' Harry asked, some heat entering his voice, but he continued to stay relatively relaxed.

`Part of our plan, in case Severus would have to escape from the Death Eaters and Voldemort, was for him to hide in two places: the Riddle House, and the Orphanage. Both are heavily entrenched in Voldemort's mind, and he would not step into those buildings lightly. They already had magical spells on them, and would be good places for him to hide.

`The problem was, which one was he in? I figured by this time, he would have had to escape Voldemort, and hopefully Mr. Malfoy with him. So, it took a search of both places to find him. Searching Hogwarts was honestly just to get you thinking you were looking for the cup. I am sorry, but I had to deceive you in that way' Dumbledore said, still sounding as calm as he ever did.

`What about Topher?' Harry asked all of a sudden.

`What about him Harry?'

`How much did you tell him about me? He's still a stranger to me in many ways, yet he knows more about me than I tell him' Harry stated. He did not like questioning Topher behind his back, but it was something that troubled him.

`I told Professor Terrwynebas as much as he needed to know. He is a very open individual with the ones he trusts Harry, so I'm sure you can ask him, and he will tell you whatever you wish to know. But as for my part, I told him that it was important to continue my research to help you, to go with you on any trips you may take to find objects called “Horcruxes”, and about your need for extra lessons on defence—focusing specifically on spells that use love.'

`That's it?' Harry asked.

`Basically, yes. I told him about Snape of course, because I knew on at least one of these trips, you would be going out to find him, even though you would say you were looking for a cup. Anything else he knows, it would be from either other staff, or from you directly. Do you still not trust him?' Dumbledore asked, looking over his half-moon spectacles.

`No, I do, believe me I do. It just bothered me how much he knew about me' Harry admitted.

`Well, realize that there were things you knew about him before he told you. It works both ways Harry.' Harry nodded, and Dumbledore decided to change subjects. `So, when is your next meeting for the Guardians?'

`Tonight, at eight in the Room of Requirement. It looks like the Guard will be over half the students in the castle' Harry appraised.

`That's wonderful Harry' Remus said, Harry turning and just remembering the others in the room.

`Yes, we were wondering' Hermione started, looking at Harry, `could some of the staff come and help students?'

Professor McGonagall pondered for a moment, and nodded. `I believe it is possible, however staff would be doing it voluntarily. I can not make all the staff help during non-classroom hours, but I will encourage it entirely.' Harry was happy to hear this, and turned around as a knock came at the door, and Professors Sprout, Sinistra, Flitwick, Slughorn, and the rest of the staff entered into the office—Professor Binns floating through the wall. Professor McGonagall took her seat at her high-winged chair, and the professors conjured their own chairs, and sat around the edges of the bookshelves in the room. Harry looked at the group, and still found that Professor Terrwynebas was absent from the office.

`As you all are aware, Rita Skeeter was allowed into Hogwarts early this morning by Dolores Umbridge. Rita was under an Imperious Curse, and Dolores neglected to notice. Rita attacked Mr. Potter here, but we were able to subdue her before any injuries took place. Ms. Skeeter was brought to the Hospital Wing, and is now stable, while Dolores is secure in the North Tower, pending a replacement from the Ministry.'

`What information were you able to get from the parchment?' Professor Fourmove asked Professor Flitwick.

`Very little. It seems I do a terrible written impression of Rita, and the other person quickly stopped writing. They were asking mostly about Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, as well as the Department of Mysteries, and Hogwarts.'

`What did you find out from the Veritaserum?' Professor McGonagall asked Madam Pomfrey.

`She was under the Imperious Curse for a while; at least a few months. Who knows how much information she's gathered since then.'

`Who is in charge of the Aurors at the moment?' Professor Sinistra asked, after a few quiet moments.

`This gentleman here, Baldric Branwen is in charge for the moment. Nymphadora is assisting, but all seems to be running smoothly. I think the Ministry will not send a replacement quickly, because of the troubles they are having themselves.'

`Yes, what is the news from the Ministry?' Professor Sprout asked, looking over at Tonks, who gave a sigh, and turned around in her chair to face everyone.

`In the past two days, there have been nine attempts to storm the Ministry. All have failed, but we are loosing numbers. The Ministry is calling up trainees to guard the Ministry entrances, however Death Eaters are not holding anything back. The Minister himself is rumored to be coming here in the next few weeks, to discuss setting up the Ministry here.' The portraits breathed and started talking almost as loudly as the professors did.

`You mean, the Ministry is actually going to be overrun?' Professor Slughorn asked worriedly.

`It's worst than before. You-Know-Who has many more followers, and the Dementors and Giants are moving through the country side like brushfire. There are even reports of Death Eaters attacked Dragon keeps in Romania, as well as in Portugal and Sweden' Tonks said dreadfully. Everyone was deeply quiet with the information, and Hermione held onto Harry's hand shakily. Harry noticed, and placed his hand on top, trying to calm her.

`So what should we do? We can't continue classes like normal with all this chaos' Madam Hooch expressed evenly.

`I agree Rolanda, but we must maintain order. The students must be kept in the castle, and classes must continue. Mr. Potter, along with Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley have started a student defence organization to train students in the event that the castle is attacked. They have asked if any of you can, to come and help them with their lessons. The group is rapidly expanding to the entire school, and they need help.' Hagrid stood up at this, and looked at the other staff.

`I don' know abou' the rest of yeh, but if Hogwarts is attack'd, I want'a make sure all the students er able to defend themselves. I'll help yeh Harry' he said proudly, walking over and extending his large hand. Harry stood, and accepted it greatfully.

`I'll help too Potter' Professor Sprout said, offering her hand. Soon, almost all the professors were offering to help. Professor Trelawney admitted she could not duel at all, and Madam Pomfrey offered to help train some upper year students in quick healing spells. Madam Pince, the librarian, agreed to have books on effective defence spells available to the students and staff, and Professor Binns explained he would talk to the ghosts about helping in some manner.

Harry told all the staff about the meeting that night, and they agreed to come and help out with the lesson. Talk moved on towards the Order, and news of it was less heartening than the Ministry.

Numerous Order members had gone missing in the past few weeks, and large portions of England remained unprotected. Most Order members were centered in London, Manchester, Bristol, Glasgow, Dublin, and here in Hogsmede; to protect the town, but more so Hogwarts.

Grimmauld became closer to that of a refuge for members, many of whom arrived at the house with injuries and other sicknesses. Snape and Draco had in the one day since their arrival helped with injured members, as well as work on potions for healing purposes. Harry was surprised of course to hear them helping the Order, but tried to remind himself they were on the same side now.

The Order decided for the time to let Draco and Snape continue their work at Grimmauld. It was not under any attack, and the magic protecting the house was still strong as Order members were inside. Of course, it was easy to let them stay there, since they could not leave the house, and could not tell anyone where it was.

As eight approached, Harry reminded Professor McGonagall about the Guard's meeting, and everyone stood, and made their way to the Room of Requirement. Reaching the staircase, Harry was shocked by the massive number of people waiting at least two hallways away from the Room.

`This has to be every student in the castle!' Professor Flitwick squeaked from his low vantage point. Harry glanced around, and smiled brightly at the mix of all four houses, and years of students that mingled together waiting for the meeting.

`We can't fit everyone into the Room we have, and it'll take at least an hour to get there' Ron proclaimed.

`Can we do this in the Great Hall Professor?' Hermione asked Professor McGonagall.

`Of course. Filius, can you and Remus clear out the tables for the students?' she asked. Harry turned, and smiled at Remus, thinking he had left.

`Even though I'm not a Professor, I can still help out!' he said with a smile, leaving to the Great Hall. Hagrid began bellowing at the students to make their way to the Great Hall, and soon every student in the castle, along with most of the staff, and a few Order members were assembled. Harry nervously stood on the platform where the staff table would have sat, and cleared his throat.

`Welcome to our new members. This is the third meeting of the Guardians of Hogwarts, and we've decided to move into the Great Hall, because we're the whole school now.' A group of students began cheering over this, and soon the whole hall was erupting in pride over the unity of the school. Harry was beaming at the outpour, as was the staff, Ron, and Hermione.

`The Professors and some members of the Order of the Phoenix have offered to help, and will be moving around with DA members.'

`What happened with Rita Skeeter?' a short second year Ravenclaw asked who was close to the front. Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall for a moment, and she nodded.

`She was under an Imperious Curse. That makes learning these spells even more important, so please work hard, and try your best. This is just in case, but it is very important to learn' Harry advised. He stepped down, and told the DA, and staff that Shield Charms would be the focus tonight, as well as Disarming, and Blasting Curses. Hermione offered the lead the group to go with Madam Pomfrey with healing spells, and after a few upper year students and DA members went with her, Harry began his lesson with the Guard.

Midway through, as spells and Shield Charms appeared throughout the hall, Harry felt someone tug on his sleeve, and he turned to find Luna smiling at him.

`What's wrong Luna?'

`Topher wanted to see you' she stated, motioning towards the doorway that led to the offset room where Harry went after his name came out of the Goblet of Fire. Harry told Ron and Professor McGonagall where he was going, and he quietly entered the side chamber.

Walking down the dark lit steps, Harry came to the base, and found Topher standing towards a side wall, looking at some of the many old trophies that littered the room from the floor to almost the ceiling.

`Oh Harry, it's good you have come. Is there anyone else with you?' he asked, sounding anxious.

`No, I came myself. Topher, what's going on, why are you here?' Harry asked. Topher gave a flick of his wand, and the door up the stairs clicked. Harry was beginning to get nervous over his moves.

`I have someone I wish for you to meet, and you must promise me you'll keep his identity a secret.'

`I promise' Harry affirmed, as the two of them moved across the room quietly in the dim light.

`I mean it Harry, you can't tell this to anyone; not even Hermione' he stressed.

`I promise Topher. Who am I meeting?' Harry asked, as they came to a pile of trophies covered by an old and beaten cloth.

`You're meeting me Mr. Potter' an old and raspy voice sounded. The old cloth began to move, and a man emerged from the other side; an old man Harry did not expect to find in Hogwarts, since he only ever saw him in his bar in Hogsmede.

`Harry, this is my contact in the Department of Mysteries: Aberforth Dumbledore.'

A/N - I know this chapter was a bit long, but I hope you liked it! Again, please review!

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