Fudge sighed. “What if things are already too dark and too divided to put them back the way they were again?”   “They cannot ever go back to the way they were Cornelius,” Dumbledore told him darkly. “Once we push back the evil forces at work here, we must not take things back to the way they were, or another evil force will rise in place of the one that will fall, and we will be back to the exact same battle all over again with a different enemy.”

Harry ran a hand through his messed up hair and sat down on the edge of his bed. He needed something to distract himself, and his broom, leaning against the side of his wardrobe caught his eye. If only he could sneak outside, he thought. At least Ron would be proud if he managed to get past the auror guards. What could they do to him if he got caught? Turn him into Dumbledore or Snape? He’d get a slap on the wrist, if that.

Ginny raised her brow, and said, “Ron’s having a fit because he can’t find you. You might want to let him know where you’ve been before he goes out on a hunt for Voldemort.”

“It’s that bad?” Harry asked. Ginny nodded, and looking up now, Draco laughed, trying to disguise it as a cough. Ginny eyed him for a moment, but then turned back to Harry.

“Haven’t seen you much the last couple days,” she said, trying to make conversation.
“Just trying to stay out of Ron’s way,” he told her.
Ginny nodded. “He gets in these moods sometimes… he went on all summer about Slytherins and Voldemort and how you and him were going to beat them all.” Harry’s stomach tightened at this news. He was defeated before he ever tried to get Ron to understand about Draco.

“It was the truth though!” Harry said indignantly. Severus gave him a sympathetic look. “Truth or not, it has never stopped Gryffindors from claming that I take the side of my own house over others before..."

“Draco, get down!”
“Filthy piece of-”
“Gerroff-”
“Avada-”
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“There’s a lot of people on that list.”
“There’s going to be more too. I don’t understand why the paper said to stay inside your house… once the Dark Lord is out of large targets he’s just going to start in on smaller ones. I think he’s pretty pissed off after his failed attack on us last year. Anyone’s a target now.”

“Get up,” Snape said angrily. Draco stayed where he was but stared up into his eyes.

“I hate you.”

Harry opened his eyes. “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Ron said, his voiced tinged with anxiety. “I think its happening. They’re coming!”

"Harry would want us to remember all that was good about him, not how he isn’t here anymore. If people look at the good example Harry set about how to be good and righteous, then he’s not really dead… just living on in a different way… through us.”