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"I'm coming… waiting- I'm going to pounce. Slither like the serpent- Salazar Slytherin will be reborn- only power… hungry power. Soon so very soon- the chamber may be sealed, the basilisk dead but the influence of darkness lingers. Pity, shameful… I rise, my death-eaters. My rein." Albus's voice was anything but his own, it was cool, sharp… each word angled. Looking around the wing Harry saw many faces he recognized, looking in horror at his son.

"What?" Harry shouted outraged at their reaction.

"He… he…" Madam Pomfrey stuttered.

"He hissed…" Hermione said faintly. "He actually hissed!" Her voice growing higher pitched.

"He didn't, Ron didn't he not?" Harry looked to his second best friend, willing him to stop the thoughts he was having.

"Mate… oh… he's a parseltongue…" Ron looked at his feet as he finished speaking; as if begging Harry to not scream or shout or become outraged. Albus sat on the pillow of his iron bed, arms wrapped around his knees- far away from the infirmary. He was whimpering… well that's what Harry thought but his thoughts were untrue as he saw people again recoiling in horror; it was only when he listened closely he heard the distinctive hiss in every whimper. Harry sank to the floor, afraid to watch what his son was becoming.

"When? When did he…?" Harry couldn't finish his question; there was too many answers he just couldn't cope with. Please… he though please no. The idea of Voldemort being free in Albus's head made the hairs on Harry's neck stand on edge.

"Harry it was… Madam Pomfrey would you say maybe ten minutes ago?" McGonagall asked. The matron nodded her head vigorously as if not wanting to open her mouth. "Potter, he screamed something about the dark and then well…" She looked deeply into Harry's eyes; Harry could see her choosing her words cautiously. "He started to say something about very soon but it sort of… well Potter it sort of turned into a hiss." She ended quietly, looking again deeply into Harry's eyes. Harry turned to look at Hermione and Ron both were looking at him with the same look of panic.

"Dumbledore?" Harry questioned them. They both nodded; without another look at his son sat curled in the corner, Harry ran from the hospital wing all the way up to gargoyle, screamed cats until he saw the spinning stairs- he clambered onto their surface inpatient for the stairs to turn.

"Move!" He screamed. The door this time was just a door in which he pushed open with every ounce of strength so that it made every silver instrument in the room rattle. "Dumbledore!" He screamed but this wasn't anger, no it was desperation. "Help." He whispered.

Dumbledore sat grand in his painting, one hand on the curved rest of his chair the other resting on his lap. "Harry… Harry…" He said almost sympathetically.

"What do I do? How… How do I help him?" this time tears rolled down his cheeks, falling into his collar.

Dumbledore considered Harry for a moment, watched him through his half moon spectacles. "Harry, you need to understand two things. One is that what I'm about to tell you goes against every part of magic you know. Secondly this stays between us… we do not speak of this second. Agreed?" He looked around at Ron and Hermione as he spoke, they quickly agreed, whilst Harry nodded staring deeply at Dumbledore. "Well there is one way we could beat him… Voldemort that is. Using a piece of magic forgotten long before even the founders of Hogwarts- the ability to raise those from the dead." His words left the office in utter silence; Hermione was actually sitting with her mouth open in utter bafflement.

After several minutes Hermione found her voice, "But that's… impossible!"

"Yes my dear but this is one piece of magic I know… I know is real." Dumbledore watched Hermione. "Yes long forgotten but any less powerful… I think not."

"How will… how will it us defeat You-Know-Who?" Ron asked cautiously; after remaining silent since they entered the office.

"Well Ron, we lost many, but they are not gone- we will recall those who we need. They will return to us how they would have been now, if death had not succeeded in taking them." Dumbledore let them think for a few moments. "Now as you will remember the time turner had its fault and so does this spell- you must only bring back those who you have reason to need… not those you have reason to want; do you understand? Anyone who you need?"

Harry knew what this meant, he couldn't bring back his mother- or his father, they were the people he wanted but he didn't need.

"Lupin and Tonks?" Hermione said warmly. "We need them- both are skilled… aurors."

"Quite right!" Dumbledore chuckled. "They are people we need if we are to be victorious- anyone else?"

"Mad-eye Moody!" Ron shouted. "He's the best we had." Dumbledore again smiled in encouragement.

Ron waited a heartbeat. "I really wanted to say Fred but I know he is someone I want… not what we need." Ron again stumbled over his words; Hermione placed a warm hand over his. He looked into her face tears falling down his long nose- leaning into Hermione's embrace.

"Yes Mr. Weasley, and should I say it takes a strong wizard to admit that would be wrong." Dumbledore smiled at Ron, his piercing blue eyes as bright as sapphires.

"Sirius; Sirius Black. I don't just want him, we need him. I was going to say my parents but I realised… realised that maybe I need Sirius more… he was in the original order but he's the only person who knows. "Harry spoke in rushed words, as if trying to be done with his explanation.

"Yes Harry." Dumbledore spoke again encouragingly.

"You!" Hermione squeaked. "We need you; you've always been the one we need!"

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkled and his dimples showed. "Is that everyone?"

"Yes." The three of them recited solemnly.

"Well then close your eyes, picture the people or person you said- only the one you thought of; whisper their name- draw your wand and repeat after me 'Hectro dethio!"

Harry felt the ground shake under his feet, and then suddenly all went quiet apart from the sound of feet on the carpeted floor. He didn't dare believe, couldn't believe- then Hermione screamed in delight, along with Ron. Harry felt compelled to open his eye- when he did he was undoubtedly filled with hope.

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