A/N: The last chapter was quite confusing I agree. I wrote it in a hurry, but that's no excuse. I'll try to be better. This one might be a bit short, sorry.

Voldemort looked up at Minerva and then at the servant. "Chain him." The servant bowed and grabbed Albus. He pulled him up and clasps the chains around his wrists. "Would you like to see you child before you die?" Voldemort asked Albus. He picked up the serpent dagger and tossed it to the servant. "Tear the child from its mother." The servant bowed and he turned on Minerva.

"You don't want to do this…" she pleaded.

"I have no choice."

"Yes you do." He walked towards her and she swallowed hard. He raised the knife and swiped. She caught his wrist with both hands trying to hold him off. He was too strong and threw her off. "No!" she screamed. "Artimus!" He froze with the dagger held high.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort demanded.

The servant turned around and faced Voldemort. He picked up Albus' wand while dropping the knife. He flicked it and Albus fell to the floor. Then he flicked it again and Voldemort froze and yelled in pain. He put the wand away and raised his hands above his head. Instantly flames burst from them and encircled him. His masked burned and so did his clothes leaving him naked. He had long glossy white hair and his eyes were a bright flaming orange.

He did strange hand movements which sent Voldemort up into the air screaming. He flicked a wrist and Voldemort flew into the wall and fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. Minerva stared in disbelief. He turned around to her and the flames died away. His eyes no longer glowed the strange orange but went into a deep void of black. He closed his eyes and turned his palms to the ground. Instantly clothes appeared on him.

"What, what did you do?" She asked as he helped her up.

"It has long been a secret power in my family. I believe Albus used it to defeat Grindlewald."

"What kind of…"

"That is not for you to know."

"Wait you said in your family and if Albus used it then you have to be his brother."

"Indeed. Please sit." There was suddenly a chair there and she sat down.

Artimus looked at her for a brief moment and knelt down beside Albus he turned him over and realized that he was barely still alive. He started searching threw Albus' clothes and pockets.

"What are you looking for?"

"I know Albus created a cure for dragons poison. I also know he would have known we would be in Grindlewalds house and there may be more dragons poison hidden away in here. He would have brought the cure….Ah!" He pulled out a small glass vile with this white milky substance in it. He poured it into Albus' mouth and Minerva saw him drink it.

He left them and went looking for Aberforth. Moments later he came back with Aberforth following him. "Albus. I can not carry both you and Minerva. You must get up."

"How do…"

"Voldemort doesn't exactly keep you identity a secret." He whispered as Albus groan and opened his eyes.

"Artimus?" he asked as he took his brothers hand and stood. Artimus nodded. "I thought…"

"Please we mustn't waste any time. Voldemort will return and we will have to fight him."

"I thought that was Voldemort." Said Aberforth.

"No that was a decoy incase you out smarted him. As soon as I pulled the cold out Minerva he was took call down the real Voldemort." He looked around at them hard. "Alright this house is swarming with his Death Eaters." Aberforth opened his mouth. "I will answer you questions later. Now there is a secret tunnel out of her behind that bookcase. If he comes down here and finds us gone he will follow. So Aberforth you take her," he said pointing at Poppy. "And Albus you take Minerva. So the tunnel curves but is only one tunnel. I will follow behind just incase. When you come to the end. Wait for me so I can go first incase of an ambush."

Albus nodded and picked up Minerva. Aberforth grabbed Poppy and put her on his shoulder fireman style. They followed Artimus to the bookcase which he opened. He turned to them. "Are you ready?" They all nodded. "Then go." Albus then went threw first into the dark barely lit tunnel.