Nadia flew fast through the chilling October air. She shivered slightly. She now wished that she had brought her cloak along with her. She was halfway back to her dormitory when she remembered that she was supposed to be destroying the charm.

Silently, she glided over the middle of the lake. She wanted to make sure that no one ever found it again, and what was the chance that they would dive to the bottom of the lake? Picking a spot, she descended slowly. Nadia wanted to make sure that it didn't float. She hovered barely an inch above the water, then let the charm drop from her hand. As it slowly sank into the murky depths of the lake, its song slowly flickered and died. From the castle she could hear a shout of fury. She knew that Harry had realized that the charm was silenced forever too.

When Nadia arrived back at Dumbledore's office, half of it was destroyed. Dumbledore was calmly watching Harry wreak havoc on his office with his wand and bare hands. He would blast a silver machine from a table, and then upturn another, finally wrecking the shelves. It went on for ten minutes, until Harry sank into the middle of the floor, and let out a moan of grief, pain, and hate. He then began to sob uncontrollably into his hands, occasionally hiccupping words that sounded vaguely like "precious," "mine," and "hate them." Dumbledore let him cry for another five minutes before walking over to him and leading him in front of his desk, where he conjured another chair. Harry fell into it, still sobbing.

"Harry, I know this is hard for you, but you must let it go. No matter what you may believe, that trinket would have done you more harm then good. You were already ripping apart Gryffindor house, whether you know it or not. You affected all of the fifth, fourth, and sixth years! You're just lucky this young lady realized what you were doing," Dumbledore said soothingly.

Harry slowly raised his head from his hands. His eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks had small trails on them from the continuous path of his tears. For the first time for a month, he looked on another person's face not with anger or hate, but with understanding and sorrow. The spell had been broken.

"What was that thing?" he whispered.

"A weapon." Dumbledore said dramatically. "It was a weapon developed thousands of years ago when Salazar Slytherin was feeling particularly resentful towards Gryffindor. It was merely a month before he left the school. He created a charm, beautiful in its form, but distorted in its purpose.

"He designed it to be heard by few, and to enchant few. He knew that if only a couple people were enchanted by its tune then it would bring down the house better then if many were. The more people that were enchanted, the more they would be at peace with each other just to sit upstairs and listen. But if fewer were, then there would be more argument and disruption. He therefore started by limiting the song to be heard by only orphans. It will surprise you that I can hear it too, doesn't it?"

Nadia stared at him. She had never known Dumbledore was an orphan! Nevertheless, she listened intently to the story.

"But he thought that was still too much. He decided that only boys were to be enchanted."

Harry interrupted. "Then how come you weren't enchanted?"

"I am not a boy anymore, Harry. I am a man. Anyways, Salazar came up to Gryffindor tower one night to visit Gryffindor. While Gryffindor was coming down, Slytherin changed the charm to a pin, and quickly stuck it in the notice board. Then, he wrapped it in an enchanted paper that could only be removed by one substance."

Harry interrupted again. "Murtlap essence."

Dumbledore nodded, "Exactly. The idea of the pin was to destroy Gryffindor house. One or two people would be enchanted and attached to the pin. They would become distant from their friends and argue with them often. This would lead to more arguments as the others became testier. This would eventually destroy the houses unity, friendship, and regard for their teams and house points. Therefore, they would just be a group of bickering people who were bunched up into one tower.

"And as more people came into Gryffindor, the others would change them into the same thing that they themselves were. Soon, there would be no Gryffindor. It would fail to exist. Yes, people would be sorted into Gryffindor, but it would be as though the house was given the Dementor's Kiss. It would be empty, a mere shell of the joy which had once existed there."

Silence followed Dumbledore's speech. Harry looked as though he had been smacked in the face. He knew that it had already begun. Hermione and Ron were growing distant, blaming each other for Harry's sudden anger. The sixth years no longer cared for each other. It had begun to spread to the other years also. It seemed that Nadia had stopped it just in the nick of time. There was still time to mend broken ties with friends.

Dumbledore snapped both of them back to reality. "You may go now. I expect you may want to apologize to a few people."

*~Shorter, yes I know. But full of information! Just one more chapter to go, then I think I'm going to be making a LotR fic. It'll be a gag fic, making fun of the fellowship and everything. It'll probably be a diary of Legolas or Aragorn. Well anyways, hope you enjoyed this fic as much as I did writing it!~*