Authors Note: I'm back! and i'm editing and updating all my stories. With the help of my Beta Reader of course! I didn't abandon you guys :p . Beta'd by KITKAT Ps: I Do not own Harry potter. I just like to play with the characters.

Live, love, be, believe.

October 30th, 1996

Moonlight shown through the windowpanes of the headmasters' office, casting luminous and somewhat ominous shadows, as if they were to foretell what was to come. The floating candles around the room cast warmth light onto several silver objects scattered across the room, but to the occupant of the room, this provided no comfort.

Professor Dumbledore stood looking out of a window with his hands clasped behind his back. Peering over the tree tops of the forbidden dark forest, behind half-moon spectacles. A feeling of sadness suddenly overcame him from waiting this long to share withholding information. He didn't have time to dwell on this particular nagging emotion.

In the distance, he heard the gargoyle moving and the sound of stone scraping against stone as the stairs to his office rose. He turned and made his way to sit in his throne chair and took a seat; resting his old bones in it and bowing his head down, lost in thought as he pressed his cupped hands together against his mouth with both elbows resting on either side of him and on the ends of the chair.

Dumbledore only had to wait ten seconds before the door to his office opened up and seven Hogwarts students poured into the room. The first to walk in was a boy with a pale complexion with un-kept black hair and round rimmed glasses; even if his scar wasn't visible to the naked eye, Harry Potter was very easy to make out within a crowd. Next to follow in after Harry were two redheaded Weasley's, two blondes, and a girl with bushy brown hair. Behind the group of them were another pair of boys. One dark skinned and the other awkward looking with platinum hair.

"Harry, Draco, you're probably both wondering why I've asked for you to come and bring those only you can trust with you. Please, sit, sit." He pointed to the seats and conjured up three extra chairs for the ladies. Once they were seated, the platinum haired boy spoke up.

"I only brought Zabini. He's the only one I could trust with anything important." The dark skinned Italian nodded curtly in agreement.

"I brought Luna, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Neville. May I ask what this is all about, Professor?" Harry asked, interrupting Draco.

Dumbledore surveyed the group before giving them an answer. Interesting group of people. However, they may be able to make it work.

"This is about a possible way to get to Voldemort's, uh...weakness so to speak. I called you all here because this will be no easy task. You will need Mr. Malfoy's assistance and his knowledge of the defenses surrounding the snow caved tombs."

"Professor!" Malfoy exclaimed, standing quickly up in alarm. "Are you completely crazy? No one can get in and other of there alive!"

"Except for your family, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy folded his arms but didn't say anything more on the matter, though it was clear to everyone within the room that he wanted nothing to do with Dumbledore's request.

"What do you need from there, Headmaster?" Luna asked curiously, in her dream-like voice.

"Not what. Who." He said gravely, surveying his students. He hated to put such a heavy burden on their young shoulders.

"Professor?" Harry questioned. "What does this have to do with Voldemort- Shut up, Ron. He's back now, isn't he? Get used to it." Ron winced, having whimpered at the sound of the Dark Lord's name. "And what's inside of the ice caves?"

"The ice caves are where certain kinds of witches and wizards are put to rest, but only those who've met their soul mates can be buried down there. It takes determination, skill and love to be able to get in and out of their alive." Miss Granger interrupted, with a matter of fact tone.

"Why do we need a dead person?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Dumbledore sighed. "This person... Is his weakness. She isn't dead."

"You're talking about Amaya Waters, aren't you, Professor?" To his surprise, it was Neville who had spoken up. His ears went pink as everyone's attention turned on him.

Understanding clicked in the eyes of Draco, Blaise and Hermione.

Dumbledore got up and walked over to Forks, stroking the fine feathers of his chest. "For those of you still confused, Amaya Waters is and always will be the only person Lord Voldemort ever had feelings for. She is in a sense, his sister; and in later years, his best friend, lover and confidant. A few years before his defeat and at the height of his power, Amaya was hit with a powerful spell by your mother, Harry."

"What did the spell do, Professor?" Harry asked, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"It put her into an eternal sleep. There is no known cure, however Poppy believes, she knows how to revive her. Which is why I've asked you and Mr. Malfoy here, to bring the people you trust. I want you to go and retrieve her."

"Why us though?" Harry asked, removing his glasses and wiping them off with his sleeve.

"You and your friends have enough skill to do it. However, you'll need Mr. Malfoy's help."

"Because the Malfoy's are Amaya's guardians, aren't they? I remember reading it in one of Hermione's books." Miss Weasley asked, looking directly at Malfoy and ignoring his glares.

This wouldn't have been Dumbledore's original choice of a group. He hoped they could get over their hatred toward each other to get the job done.

"My grandfather was her guardian, yes, and we are the keepers of that resting place. Fine, I'll help but only because I'm curious and I promised gramps, if I was ever asked to retriever her, I would." Draco declared, glaring mostly at Harry and his friends.

"Alright, I want all of you to pack and be ready to follow Draco's instructions. You'll be traveling by broom. Good luck."

As Dumbledore watched the young teens leave, he wanted to tell them everything. But that had to wait, time was of the essence. Tom Riddle would know what he was up to now, because of his connection to Harry. Which meant he would halt all of his attacks for now to see if they'd be able to retriever her. One thing he knew for sure, Voldemort would stop at nothing to get her back.

Sneak Peak

August 31st, 1938

She hummed as she rocked back and forth inside of her small cell. Trying to ignore the sounds of screaming that filled the hallways at night. She could feel one of the doctor's greedy eyes watching her. But they didn't dare touch her. Not after last time. She gave a sadistic smile and giggle as she watched a particularly, interesting looking spider crawl along the ceiling. She was waiting, and it didn't take long for her to hear for what she so desperately longed for every night.

Hello Amaya.

A male voice greeted in her head. She put her hands over her ears in an attempt to embrace the voice inside of her head. Longing to hug the real thing and be near him again, but alas, this was all that she had of him for now. A bodiless voice inside her head.

"Hello Tom. Are you getting me out of here like you promised?" She asked aloud.

The Doctor's already thought she was crazy, and it didn't hurt to fuck with their minds.