Chapter Eleven: Floo of Time:

Hermione Granger sat down, enraged that she had been captured. She was chained to a chair, unable to move, as Riddle stood over her, with a calm, indifferent expression in his eyes. She spotted Harry Potter and Allison Riddle, sitting on the oth4er side of the room, obviously afraid of her. She would destroy them, there was no way about it, as she looked at the elder Riddle, before a sneer appeared on her face.

"You can look all you want, but I'll never talk, I'll never betray Dumbledore to you," said Hermione in a stubborn tone of voice, as if she was confident there was no way that they could make her talk. "Chaining me to a chair like cowards, after knocking me out from behind, Dumbledore won't forgive this, he's not going to let you get away with this."

"It has never been what Dumbledore allows with me," responded Riddle calmly, as he looked at Hermione, right into her eyes. She had some pretty good Occlumency Barriers, but Riddle had broken far older with lots of experience and it was just a matter of finding her breaking point. "Don't try to fight me, girl, it will be a lot harder on you later."

"NO!" shouted Hermione stubbornly, but the chains negated her magic, she could not break out and fight back. These cowards had her trapped. "I won't…Dumbledore will make all of you pay, for ruining his perfect…"

Hermione was silenced, numb and unable to respond with anything other than a stare. She struggled but her mind felt weakened as Riddle continued to comb through her mind. Riddle looked at her, refusing to back off, as he knocked down all of her defenses one by one, as Hermione began shaking like mad, trying to do everything in her power. The charm that Riddle had used on her, had also prevented her from closing her eyes. She felt like she was trapped.

On the other end of the room, the group awaited, but Harry was in deep thought. He needed great concentration to be able to locate Ginny.

"Dumbledore's done as she expected, I'll be damned," said Harry as he got out of her trance as he looked at the group. Allison prompted him with a nod to give more information. "Molly can't get into her mind, so she's being taken straight to Dumbledore, and the artifact's right there."

"So what are we waiting for?" asked Allison as she clutched her wand. "Let's go down there and shut down Dumbledore before and for all."

"Patience, I need to get enough of a fix on Ginny's location to create a Portkey to bring me there," offered Harry and he had several eyes on him. "Yes me, I'll rescue her, bust James out of there, take the artifact, and then hopefully reverse things. I'll also knock Dumbledore around a bit if he gets in my way but I'm going home."

"Harry, Dumbledore's stronghold, it has to be crawling with all sorts of surprises, there is no way you can fight it on your own," offered Jade with a bit of concern.

"I can and I'm going to, I'm going to put things back the way they should be," said Harry with stubborn persistence, there had been doubts in his mind that he would return home, everything would be back, but the fact that Dumbledore had his hands on the artifact meant it was not going to be easy.

"Harry, you need help," stated Allison in a stubborn voice and he looked at her. "If you fail because of your own stubbornness…"

"I never fail," answered Harry, but this was untruthful, as the flashes of several people who had died and he had been forced to watch had flashed in his mind. Even he realized how much of a lie this was, the moment he spoke and several people looked at him dubiously. "Okay, maybe I do, but I'm not about to have any more blood on my hands…"

"Oh for Salazar's sake, not you too!" shouted Allison and Harry looked at her. "He broke up with me, to protect me and now you're trying to shove me out of the way. Didn't I do well enough out there…"

"It's not about you doing well enough, you can be the smartest witch of your age and still get murdered in cold blood," hissed Harry in Parseltongue and the others looked confused, except for Allison, who looked grudgingly impressed. "A little present as a result of that night when I beat….You-Know-Who."

"I know who," responded Allison as she looked at her father, who nodded, before he turned to the group.

"Mr. Potter, I would honestly ask you to reconsider your efforts to storm Dumbledore's stronghold by yourself, young Miss Granger's mind told me some interesting facts, some of them interesting in the sense of how disturbing they are," commented Riddle softly and the others looked at them, before he decided to elaborate. "Weasley Manor is secure and yes, I know you managed to escape that, but Dumbledore's fortress makes it look poorly secured. There are guards, trained in all forms of magic, and other defenses, traps, false hallways that lead nowhere, security trolls, even giants patrolling the outside, not to mention a misdirection ward for anyone foolish enough to Apparate without Dumbledore's consent."

"A misdirection to where?" asked Bellatrix, even though she doubted she wanted to know.

"Right into a volcano," answered Riddle shortly and some looked unconcerned. "I'm sure given a few moments, we could find a way around…"

"Here's the plan, come with me, knock out any guards, stay out of my way, I'll take care of Dumbledore, get the artifact, Ginny, and James, and that will be all," said Harry swiftly, and this was the last word.

"You will take care of Dumbledore?" asked Allison in a bemused voice. "When Dad couldn't even…"

"Yes, I can," answered Harry stubbornly, as he finished the Portkey, holding his hand up for complete silence, as he got a fix. He needed all of his wits around him, as once he went through, he only had seconds to disable the misdirection ward. Time was running out, the ruse that Ginny was doing would only hold up and Dumbledore would find a way to rip into her mind to find out the truth. Fortunately, because of the connection they had magically created, it was proving to be just a simple matter of concentration on both ends, trying to exactly pinpoint the location. With the Portkey in front of him, Harry made a few last minute calibrations, before he turned to the rest of the group, a slightly annoyed expression etched on his normally calm face. "I suppose there is nothing I can tell you to discourage from coming and because this has to be done, you can come, but I warn you that, I'm not leaving without my wife and that artifact. If it goes, I have created an emergency Portkey, that I will give Tom momentarily."

He handed the Portkey to Riddle, who nodded, hoping that he could have a few words with Dumbledore as well, but much to his interest, Harry appeared to want to deal with Dumbledore even more. The group gathered around the first Portkey, as Harry concentrated, it had to work, because if they hit the misdirection field before he could knock it out, their goose was cooked, in the most literal sense of the word.

-

"Ginevra, this is getting rather tiring," commented Dumbledore in his best grandfatherly tone of voice, but he was losing his patience with the girl. "I need to know whether or not you told those misguided individuals that you ran off with anything that might hinder our mission. I'm not angry with you, just concerned."

"I don't know what I could have told them that might be of a concern to you," said Ginny evenly, hoping against all hope that Dumbledore would accidentally give her a clue, right now they were in bright room, with color splashed on the walls, with bright pictures of Phoenixes. It was almost unsettling and they were a bit away from the office where Dumbledore had her brought before she was dragged her. The one with the artifact they needed to figure out whether or not they could have turned home.

"Come on, I only wish to know what you might have known that they might have coaxed out of you, I'm sure you were just temporarily lead astray, no one is angry with you," said Dumbledore and Ginny just rolled her eyes. "Well Molly is angry, but she will calm down, I'm sure her threats to strangle you to death are motivated by rage, it is always a shock when a child has been lead away from their destiny. You've been in Weasley Manor, there must have been things you might have overheard, accidentally I'm sure, that could be of interest to others who wish to harm everything we have worked for. Ginny, I must know, so I can help you find your way back to where you should be, don't force me to use measures which may harm you. You are still a valuable asset to our cause."

Ginny took a deep breath, trying to keep her mind on Harry, but she did not know how much longer she could stall Dumbledore. She was running short on time and Dumbledore looked at her with a remorseful look.

"It is a shame that they did this to you, tampering with your mind to turn you against us but I know I will be forgiven with what I must done," said Dumbledore remorsefully and Ginny braced herself, she knew what was going to happen next.

That was if there was not a loud explosion outside that had caused Dumbledore's attention to divert. He flicked his wand, causing chains to rise out of the chair and snap Ginny's legs and arms to them.

"Forgive me, but I need to ensure your secured a situation has presented itself," said Dumbledore, as another explosion rocked the entire base of his base of operations. He wondered who could have brought them there, he knew nothing could have happened to the Weasley girl, he had his guards check her for tracking spells several times. They looked her over from head to toe, but nothing was found. Dumbledore moved, over, tapping his wand, to access the security control. "This is Albus Dumbledore, to Security Control, we have a breach, please isolate and notify me of the problem and bring the intruders, if any to me at once for Re-Orientation."

"Sorry, Security Control can't come right now, they're a bit tied up at the moment," commented a very familiar voice.

"Tom," said Dumbledore was both annoyed that he was found and proud that his adopted son had been found out. He tried to access the spells around his base of operations manual, as he began to secure this floor with secondary security measures that had been developed by Caruthers, until he figured out the entire location. Exactly how they got inside was the Million Galleon question, his security was airtight, as he moved around. "Misdirection ward is down, both of them, how did they…well it doesn't matter, I still have a few surprises to teach them the error of their ways."

Another loud blast echoed from the floor and Dumbledore moved forward, going to the next room, as he called the security on this floor to guard this room. He rushed out the back door, ignoring Ginny, as she tried in vain to free herself. He needed to get it operational now, it was the only escape he had and unfortunately, his plans would be moved up by this unfortunate incident. It was by a stroke of luck that he managed to complete it but he had yet to test it.

"Is the Web of Time hooked up the Fireplace?" asked Dumbledore to the team in the room.

"Yes, we just finished it," reported the security.

"Excellent, go outside, guard my office with your lives, the fate of our world past, present, and future depends on my ability to successfully operate the Floo," responded Dumbledore as he walked forward.

-

"Two levels of security have been knocked out!" shouted a voice triumphantly.

"With many more still to come I'm sure," responded Riddle dryly. "What's the status, Harry?"

"Ginny is three floors up, but Dumbledore did something to increase the security up there, now that we're in, so everyone be on their guard for anything," said Harry, as he stepped around a downed security guard, who shuddered but offered no signs of movement.

"Ginny, are you okay, he didn't hurt you in anyway?" asked Harry, his voice etched with concern.

"No, he was about to force himself into my mind, but other then being chained to a chair, I'm fine," reported Ginny. "Beats some of the stuff we've been through when we were fighting Death Eaters."

"Something that I won't argue with, hang on, security looks a bit tight here, I need to concentrate on that, talk to you late, love you, bye," said Harry hastily.

Harry broke off the transmission, in time to see a group of individuals, on a platform above the building, creeping around, attempting to get a good shot at the group, who were too busy with the security guards below. Harry knocked one of the security guards to the side, the blast causing him to crash against the wall and with another effort, vanished the bolts from the platform. The wizards were taken off guard by this simple, yet effective gesture, as they fell several dozen feet, some of them having limbs snapped and others only being lucky enough to be knocked unconscious. The impact of the magical attacks from the others had put the group out of their misery, a loud crash echoed throughout the building, and Harry stepped back, a sigh escaping his mouth, as Allison managed to fight two of them off at once, but this was only a fraction of how well her father was doing. Several of the guards were blasted forward, before black ropes shot out of the wall, binding them against the wall, giving them just barely enough room to breath.

"You could escape," commented Riddle as he looked at them, as their wands were summoned to others, before thrown across the room. "But I wouldn't recommend trying."

"Next floor, stairs are rigged, give me a moment," said Harry without taking a breath and he removed the curses from the stairs, that would suck them inside the steps, where they would be trapped until Dumbledore released them and another one that served as a back up, that would cause spikes to shoot up from underneath the stairs. "Okay, got that one and that one, let's go, we're making good time, only another floor after this one."

"Don't look now, but we have a problem," stated Lily, as she held her wand, but there was a wall, with interconnected waves of magically created beams of life. It was much like a laser guided security system and each beam appeared to have a different trap from what it was triggered.

"Perceptive as usual, Lily, that does look like a tricky one to take down," agreed Riddle before he turned to Harry, who looked at it.

"Try to take one down and they will trigger the others, moving around them won't work out well," said Harry, as he muttered to himself, but he saw a glowing orb at the end of the hallway, before he concentrated. The orb, whatever it was, most likely another artifact that Dumbledore picked up, was magically charged, like the ancient protections around Hogwarts. "See that orb?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, it was hard to miss it, it was the brightest thing in the room, giving off a golden light.

"That's the thing that is giving power with all of these defenses, I must give Dumbledore credit," said Harry grudgingly. "It is likely this one thing will be able to power this entire hallway for several years straight without burning out and needing to get magically recharged, so whatever artifact he's picked, he's done a good enough job."

"But it can be disabled?" asked Allison, as she frowned, it would be really unfortunate, if they came this far, only to be stopped by this death trap infested hallway.

"Give me a couple of minutes to figure it out," said Harry as he analyzed the hallway, he had disabled some security systems before but this appeared to be a whole entirely new level of sophistication than even he was used to. The orb illuminated the hallway, almost taunting him, but it was fastened to the wall. Harry discovered this and there was a clamp that connected it in place. Harry levitated a small pebble into his hand, before he tapped his wand to it three times.

"A pebble?" asked one of the Resistance skeptically but Harry just ignored him, before he focused on the Orb. It was a common Unspeakable tactic that few would understand, unless of course they were in the Department of Mysteries and worked there.

"Yes, I know it's odd, but just wait a minute," said Harry, as he focused on the orb, trying to account for any traps that he had not caught the first time through. He needed to work quickly, before Dumbledore departed, throwing up the Anti-Apparation and Anti-Portkey wards would only buy them so much time. If Dumbledore left now, they might never be able to find him again, ever. "Okay, a little timing, a little skill, and a little luck."

Harry threw the pebble, maneuvering it with his wand around the security spells. Everyone waited, holding their breath, but none dared breath, as one slip in his concentration and they were all dead. The pebble was charged with magic before it struck the hinge, knocking the orb right to the floor with a clatter. The magical energy beams all faded, as Harry looked at them, before he put his hand up, checking a few things.

"Everything looks to be a go," concluded Harry as they moved into the hallway.

"Logically, that shouldn't have been able to work, you know," remarked Jade.

"Well logic can kiss my arse," muttered Harry, as they ran around the hallway, the next corridor only had one trap that Harry had to disable. Obviously, whoever designed the security would have been content with the first hallway being able to attack the opponent, obviously thinking they would be foolish enough to try and attack them one by one.

"I don't like this," said Riddle calmly. "No guards, you would have thought that the floor before the one Dumbledore was on would be swarming with them."

"On your toes then," responded Harry, before he looked at the door leading to the stairway, the floor where Ginny was, being above. He tapped his wand, finding a few security measures, one that would incinerate a person's hand if they touched the door knob without authorization. Nothing that Harry could not handle removing, as a flick of his wrist had caused each and every one of the spells to vanish, before he pulled the door open and checked the stairs for any . Thankfully, there was nothing on the stairs, as they moved up the stairs. Harry pushed his way toward, as he blasted open the door swinging it open. "Ginny!"

"Harry, I knew you would make it here, but never mind me," said Ginny hastily. "Dumbledore's calling security, he doesn't want you to reach his office."

Harry released his wife, before pulling her into a hug and kissing her briefly, before they moved forward and Harry turned to the others, looking over his shoulder.

"Last chance for you to back off, because right now, I can't worry about any of you and neither can Ginny," answered Harry and Ginny looked off to the side, before she nodded, holding Harry's hand firmly, as they both held their wands, before they blasted down the doors. An miniature army of security guards moved forward, wands drawn, but the Resistance moved forward, as the battle continued.

-

"Exactly how much time until it is completed, Percy?" asked Dumbledore.

"About forty five minutes is the soonest we can hope for," said Percy from the other end of the communication. "All of the children are working as hard as can be expected but they are not talented enough. Your Elite is ready, in position."

"Security is falling bit by bit," said Dumbledore calmly, as he turned away, as he looked at the fireplace, Caruthers had an excellent job in figuring out a way to reconfiguration the Fireplace, magically fusing it with dozens of time turners and the Floo Powder had been modified. This was not a plan that Dumbledore had just thought up on a whim, no it had been planned for several years but until the Web of Time had fell into his hands, he had nothing that could power such an endeavor. Dumbledore walked over, a small, worn black book in his hand, along with the dozens of books on his desk, what little bits of history that were available from that particular era. Percy looked. "Do what you can, I will see what I can do, but it may be a mission that I have to undertake on my own."

"Understood, sir," said Percy with a nod, as he faded and Dumbledore turned with a sigh, as he heard the sounds of battle from just across the hallway. He looked at the Web of Time, it lit up the room with a multitude of lights, as it fed magic straight into his fireplace.

"Time Floo is operational, ready to move right away," said Dumbledore, as he checked some things. The Phoenix fire charged Elixir was ready, the portal re-orientation was complete, and he had read up on the history, what little he could find about this man, prior to when he became a famous public figure. He tended to keep his past clouded in mystery but Dumbledore enjoyed a good challenge. He strapped one of the arm bands and was ready to depart at the drop of a hat.

-

"Too many of them, even for us," grumbled a voice from the back.

"Keep fighting!" snapped Lily angrily, she was not getting up, besides she needed to find James and she had come too far not to try. Dumbledore would know where he was being kept, if she was not too late. Lily blasted one of the attackers up, causing him to crash into the ceiling with a thud. The attacker laid on the ground, looking rather limp as two more were wrapped up tightly.

"They seem to be rather interested in keeping an eye on that door," commented Allison, as she repelled a spell back at her attacker, sending him into another wizard, who clumsily tripped over his feet, allowing him to drop down. Several miniature blasts of fire that were quickly put out, and the Cult of the Phoenix were being backed off, but they would fight to the very last wand. They would not let Albus Dumbledore.

"Time to use that to our advantage, I think," remarked Harry, as he threw one of his attackers to the ground, before he knocked one away from Ginny, long enough for her to catch her breath and blow through him with another blast. Riddle nodded, he got Harry's words, as he cut a path, not to mention a couple of body parts, as he made his way to the door. He had a few scores of his own to settle with his loving adopted father anyway.

"You shall not pass," stated one of the guards but a loud crack and all of his ribs broke at once from the dark curse that Riddle threw at him, puncturing his internal organs and killing him almost instantly.

"I think I'll have to disagree with that," remarked Riddle calmly, as he blitzed through the attack, continuing the fight. More security guards were taken out, but Riddle moved closely as possible, as the Resistance he gathered continued to fight valiantly against odds that were getting a bit more even by the moment. He raised his wand and blasted open the door, and bolted inside.

"Tom!" shouted Dumbledore in a surprised voice, but he kept his finger tips firmly on his wand. "How nice you to stop in…"

"Don't try and stall me old man, I'm here to finish you off for good," responded Riddle in a cold voice, as he held his wand. "It's been too long, you might have gotten lucky surviving the last time but this time, I'm going to ensure that you're dead by burning your corpse and fixing a Portkey to the ashes, sending them straight into the sun."

A blast of black light erupted from Riddle's wand but Dumbledore dodged the attack, completely reducing the spell to nothing. Two more attacks were blocked by a conjured stone shield and Dumbledore swung his wand out, blasting Riddle into the air, knocking him down to the ground, but he pulled himself back up.

"There is no need for us to solve our conflicts with violence Tom," said Dumbledore, as he deflected another curse, careful not to hit either his fireplace of the Web of Time. "However, I'm getting a bit fed up with your attempts to rebellion. Why don't you join me? Together we can accomplish much, two great minds like ourselves, but instead you hinder the progression of a peaceful, blissful, magical utopia."

"Utopia only by your standards, Dumbledore," responded Riddle, as he sent an organ shredding curse right towards Dumbledore's heart but Dumbledore blocked it. "It is an existence of mindless slaves by others…"

"I think you're reading me wrong, my son," responded Dumbledore in a hurt voice and the use of the word "son", had only prompted Riddle to kick up more vicious and slightly more lethal attacks but Dumbledore kept up better than most younger men would. Still, Riddle would not be denied, as he continued to fight as hard as it could be expected, throwing several spells, as the attacks concluded outside. Dumbledore blasted Riddle right into the wall, nearly knocking the book shelf over in the process. "I'm not your enemy, I don't know where I went wrong but I'm willing to sit down with you and make amends whenever possible."

"What, in a nice cushy, re-orientation facility?" challenged Riddle and Dumbledore just had a disappointed look on his face, before he threw a couple of spells, not wanting to hurt Riddle, just incapacitate him enough so he could not ruin this mission.

"I wish you would look at the bigger, brighter picture, no one will ever harm anyone again," responded Dumbledore with a frown, as Riddle threw a spell at him that would have sliced a normal man's jugular to ribbons.

"Yes, no one would harm anyone again, because they wouldn't have a free thought of their own, beyond what the great and mighty Albus Dumbledore would tell them was acceptable," responded Riddle, regretting the necessity of having to dig into deeper into dark magic to beat Dumbledore, beating him last time had taxed him to his limits and this time, it appeared he would have to push himself behind those limits, before he was blasted into the air by the backfire of his own curse. Dumbledore waved his wand and chains shot out of the wall, before the pulled forward, latching Riddle into the wall.

"Such dark magic being used, harming others, because you disagree with what must be done, if you had just given me a chance to explain, I'm sure that you would come to understand the necessity of my cause in life, but the point is now lost, considering you will not remember this conversation," said Dumbledore, as he did not bother checking with Percy, the Web of Time had completed integrated with the Floo, he could leave right away.

"You won't get away with this," responded Riddle.

"I'm actually insulted by the clichéd response, Tom, I thought you were much better than that," said Dumbledore, in a disappointed voice but before he could move in, a blast of magical energy knocked him right into the wall. The smoke cleared, and Harry Potter appeared, with Dumbledore getting to his feet. "Ah young Mr. Potter, I presume. I congratulate you on your skilled escape, but I'm afraid, you're out of your league right now."

"Try me," responded Harry as he threw another vicious attack but this time Dumbledore was ready, creating a shield that bounced back the attacks, as he heard the last of the security falling, Dumbledore would be outnumbered, even his abilities would not. He spotted Dumbledore dueling with the Elder Wand, he had to get that blasted thing away from him, if he did not, all was lost. "Come on Dumbledore, you can do better than that. Surely you could defeat me and show me the error of my ways if you try harder."

"I could, but in moments, it will be a moot point, when I eliminate the one mistake that lead to this unfortunate world," said Dumbledore cheerfully as he blocked an attack, before he pushed Harry backwards and a wall of fire erupted. The heat was so intense, that Harry had to disable it from afar, something that would take much longer than he could, especially since the fire was making him delirious. He squinted, making out the image of Dumbledore through the fire, right in front of the fire place. He could not properly aim a spell and Dumbledore disappeared a second later, fires shooting up. Perhaps Harry could be imagining things, but he could have sworn he saw the image of an hour glass, as the others walked inside of the office. Bellatrix quickly freed Riddle, who walked over, as they helped get rid of the wall of fire, too late to make a difference.

"Dumbledore's left, right into the Floo," voiced Riddle but Harry's eyes appeared right on the artifact, that thing had caused him so much grief, but he could use it, providing of course he could get it working. He looked at it, the Runes on it were blinking, vanishing and reappearing at will, as a muffling sound from behind a wall. Harry moved forward, to see what the cause was and it was a false wall, masking something. Tapping his wand, the wall dissolved slowly revealing a clear wall, right behind a miniscule jail cell, with the cramped, pained form of James Potter.

"JAMES!" shouted Lily, as she brushed Harry aside, enraged at the barbaric situation her husband had to suffer. He looked at her, with the faintest signs of recognition, but it was obvious that he had only been fed just enough to remain alive for whatever use Dumbledore had planned on him. She moved over and Harry waved his wand, causing the jail cell to spring open. A couple of wizards moved forward, helping James up, as he looked num.

"Dumbledore was breaking him down for something, removing his will, no doubt he had a plan," said Bellatrix and Lily just looked more angered at Dumbledore than ever before, but Harry turned his attention to the Web of Time, as Ginny walked over behind him, frowning as Harry took a close look at it.

"Surely, you're not just heading home," whispered Ginny in an urgent voice but Harry just waved off her complaints, before he moved onto the task at hand, trying to figure out how it worked.

"We'll know if we can in a minute," said Harry, as Allison walked over, looking from Harry to Ginny. "Well isn't this a piece of bad news."

"What is it Harry?" asked Ginny and Harry looked from the Web of Time to the Floo.

"Dumbledore's not just left the building, he's left this time," remarked Harry casually, even though this got the attention of everybody, even Lily turned away from James for a fraction of a second, as a Portkey was prepared to get him out of there, for some medical attention. "Perhaps I should be more specific, he or maybe his Unspeakable, as restructured the fireplace into a time travel device of some sort, a Time Floo for lack of a better term. Normally, it would not work, but connected to that thing, it works better than anyone can expect."

"Then why not use that thing to travel back before Dumbledore used it and disconnect it?" asked Allison but Harry shook his head.

"That would open up a Pandora's Box of Paradoxes that will take much too long for me to even wrap my head around but trust me, I'm saving you a headache or two or ten by not going into detail of exactly why," explained Harry, before he looked around on Dumbledore's desk.

"Look for anything odd, Ginny," communicated Harry. "Anything that would point to what Dumbledore would be trying to accomplish, because I think we can follow him and shut him down for good."

"I think this might qualify as odd, Harry," said Ginny suddenly, as she pointed out the worn and very old black book. Several other people moved over but Ginny gave them a stern look. "Don't touch anything, until Harry can figure out whether or not it's cursed."

"I doubt it," muttered Harry, as he looked over the book.

"Do tell us what it is," prompted Jade.

"A Floo Directory from the year nine thirty seven," responded Harry calmly. "A few years after it was created and limited in scope, the Ministry of Magic hadn't even been formed during that time."

"Why would Dumbledore want a Floo Directory from a thousand years ago?" asked Allison and Harry's eyes snapped up at her, something that Dumbledore said clicked with him, as he quickly moved over.

"I know and we have to work quickly in finding a way to stop him," said Harry grimly. "He's going to eliminate the one man that Gryffindors loathe above others and personally blame for every single dark uprising, by concluding that all of the members of his house at Hogwarts are dark."

"Salazar Slytherin," hissed Riddle in Parseltongue, realizing that his time could be limited if Dumbledore was successful.

As this chapter ends, we reach the end of the story. It looks to be fifteen, maybe a bit more, but unlikely. Thanks for reading!