A/N: This is, for me, my first attempt at writing a story. I cannot garauntee I will write more, or that I will update frequently if I do. I have very loose plotline for this.

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- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmasters Office -

"I knew I was right about you!" Moody snarled, his scarred and mutilated visage twisted into the most frightening look Harry had ever seen on him, which was definitely saying something. "Filthy, Scumy, Traitor!"

Harry inched back a few places subtly. "Yes, you were," He agreed placidly, his finchers inching ever so slowly towards his wand; the slightest hint of scorn entered his voice as he added snidely, "And much good it did you,"

Ron and Hermione were staring at him, their expressions resembling the one a person might wear after having been bashed on the head with a frying pan; their mouths lolling open, and their eyes as wide as they could go. Harry might have laughed at it at any other time, but facing a pissed off Moody, and a number of slowly comprehending Order Members, he didn't think it was exactly the right moment.

No sooner had his hand reached his pocket and grasped hold of his wand than Dumbledore spoke, with no hint of a twinkle in his eyes, his expression full of unspeakable disappointment.

"Why did you do this?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

Harry scoffed, trying to buy time as he slid his wand out of his pocket and behind his back, pointing it loosely towards the door. "Why did I do this? You want the truth? I did it formy own reasons; I did it because Voldemort had something to offer me, something that you couldn't."

Dumbledore's expression darkened, "Power?"

It was more a statement than a question, but Harry answered it anyway.

"Not Power," He disagreed, "I have enough power, and I know better than to think Voldemort ever would or could give me more than I already have. It's something more important than mere power, but I can't tell you what it is..." Harry's voice caught as he trailed of, and he grasped his wand tighter with his suddeny slick hand, "...but you'll find out soon enough."

Harry knew his time was running out; he had act quickley, or it would be too late.

"I'm very disappointed in you Harry," Dumbledore intoned sternly, "I'm sorry it has to come this my boy..."

Harry saw his wand raising slowly.

Now.

"So am I," He breathed.

......

BANG!

There was a sound, like the shooting of a gun and thick grey smoke filled the office, making them cough, and making their eyes water. The smoke refused to be banished by spellwork, and it took a good three minutes for it to clear enough for them to see.

Harry was nowhere in sight.