Bleary eyes blinked wearily as Harry awoke and stared into cheerful brown eyes, framed by adorable blonde locks.

"Willow?" Harry asked, still without his glasses and his vision rather blurry.

"Just hold still a moment," the girl murmured, before sliding a familiar pair of framed glasses over his nose, and hooking the ends over the tips of his ears. His vision sharpened immediately, and he recognized the white, sterile hospital wing.

"Now do you recognize me?" Willow asked sassily, trying to raise on eyebrow, but failing to do so, and just kind of widening one eye more than the other.

"Don't be stupid," Harry replied, lifting an arm and whacking her gently on the shoulder. "Of course I don't remember you."

"Why you!" Willow exclaimed angrily. "First you spend the past two weeks practically ignoring me, and then once I spend all day sitting by your bedside, waiting for you to wake up, you don't even recognize me."

"Ah, Willow, I was just joking," Harry tried to say, but the little girl was on a rant, and refused to listen to him.

"It's not like I was even worried about losing you. I didn't check the state of your soul every five minutes because I cared about you at all. I was just bored, you get it!"

"Willow I didn't mean…. Wait, you were what?" Harry asked, confused, but she didn't hear him.

"It's not like you're the only family I have left anymore. It's not like I'm going to-to c-cry if you leave me!" The eleven year old orphan burst into unstoppable tears as she buried her face in her arms.

"Ah, Jesus and Merlin," Harry swore, before leaning over, wrapping Willow in his arms, and tugging her onto the bed with him. She nestled on top of him, her tears dampening his shirt, but he simply held onto her, pressing his lips against her forehead

"I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?" Harry said firmly.

"You don't know how close you were though. I could feel you leaving," Willow said between sobs.

"Big brothers never leave their little sisters alone. I promise you that," Harry said, conviction in his voice. Willow seemed to draw strength from his words, but it didn't stop the tears from flowing down her face. She was still only young, still just a child. She didn't deserve to go through the things that she suffered.

Even when Willow settled down, she didn't leave the bed, but instead sat down cross-legged bedside Harry, who had himself propped up on the pillows. Her eyes were red from crying, but she was smiling once again.

"So, Jesus and Merlin?" She asked slyly.

"Not this again," Harry groaned, "Actually, you know what? Those two aren't that bad of words. You can say those if you want."

"Then what about the mother-something word you say all the time?"

"No!" Harry shouted, before glancing around the Hospital Wing to see if he had disturbed anyone. Thankfully he hadn't and turned back to the grinning Willow. "No, definitely not," Harry said in a much lower voice.

Willow giggled beneath one of her petite hands. "You're a naughty big brother." Harry just replied by reaching out and ruffling up her hair. Willow leaned into his hand, enjoying the physical affection, something many eleven year old orphans lacked and desired deeply.

"So, can you explain what I'm doing here?" Harry asked the young girl, "The last thing I remember is kissing Ginny in the Great hall."

"And it was so romantic," Willow squealed, wrapping her arms around Harry in a hug and rolling around over him. "You confessed your love to her and then you kissed her and there were flames everywhere and it was really, really beautiful and I'm really, really, really happy for you!"

"Thanks Willow," Harry said gratefully, even blushing slightly, "Do you know where Ginny is right now though?" he asked. He had kind of passed out right after confessing his love, and the whole thing seemed a little awkward now. Willow didn't reply immediately however, but Harry just shrugged it off.

"It's fine if you don't know, I'm sure I'll see her soon." Harry smiled at the thought of seeing Ginny, but then he suddenly frowned. "Willow, how did you know about all that stuff?"

"I watched it of course!" She proclaimed happily. "I never knew you could be so romantic!"

"What were you doing in the Great Hall though?" Harry asked, rather concerned. Tom had been there, along with Dumbledore. His big brother instincts were kicking in, and he realized that he trusted neither of those wizards around Willow.

Willow's smile flickered away, and she suddenly looked rather nervous, even a little afraid. She curled up near Harry with her mouth close to his ears so she could talk softly.

"Do you remember when we were on the seventh floor balcony?" Willow asked, and Harry nodded in confirmation. "And we discovered that I was a… a necromancer."

"It's not a bad thing you know," Harry said soothingly, watching her wince as she said the word.

"But I did some research about it, and none of the books say good things about it," Willow said sadly. Harry reached out and mussed up her hair again.

"Then you're going to make history," He said confidently. She smiled weakly at him, before continuing her story.

"I couldn't go to Hogsmeade because I'm just in first year, so I was in the castle when suddenly I felt a broken soul. I don't really know how to explain it," Willow said quickly, seeing Harry's confused look, "But I just sensed it. I was drawn to it. It was really eerie, almost like I wasn't in control of my body."

"And you ended up in the Great Hall," Harry said in a horrified voice.

"It was terrible Harry," she whispered, "You couldn't see her soul, but it was tainted by something nefar… nefious… nefiarus…"

"Nefarious?"

"Yeah! That's the word. Something nefarious was wrapped around her own soul, bleeding her dry. It was terrible, like the soul was screaming out for the rest of it, but it the rest of it had left it. I could feel it pulsing, sucking me towards it."

"And then when you started talking to Ginny, I could see how much you loved her, so I tried to do anything I could to help. I remembered what I did with my parents. I allured them to the world of the living, so I did the opposite with Ginny's soul."

"…you dragged the tainted soul into the afterlife, didn't you?" Harry asked, his heart plummeting as he tried to imagine what Willow had been forced to go through.

"It was terrible," she said, shuddering, "but by the time you kissed Ginny, I had completely removed the tainted soul. It was unable to survive outside of her body, and it destroyed itself."

Harry silently wrapped his arm around Willow and brought her closer to him. He silently vowed to never let her near such evil ever again. She was just a child. She didn't deserve to be a part of such things yet.

"So," Harry finally said, "Does this mean my big confession speech to Ginny about burning Tom and saving her was all a heap of rubbish?"

"Not all of it was rubbish," Willow said sheepishly.

"But I didn't actually have any part in saving her. I just kissed her and blew fancy flames around her, thinking that I was actually doing something useful?"

"…It was really romantic?" Willow added helpfully. Harry just groaned as he leant back in his pillows.

"Uhh, this is so embarrassing. How am I ever going to explain that to Ginny?" Willow was strangely silent when Harry waited for a reply.

"Umm, Harry. There's actually something about Ginny," Willow began slowly.

"What is it? Please don't tell me you already told her about my stuff up!" Harry begged.

"No, of course not," Willow said quickly.

"Someone else didn't figure it out and tell her, did they?" He asked desperately. "No wonder she's not here. No wonder she doesn't want to meet me."

"No Harry, she doesn't know anything about that at all," Willow said again.

"Then what's up? Why isn't she here?" Harry quizzed, starting to become suspicious.

"I really didn't want to be the one to tell you this," Willow said pleadingly, staring at him with big, brown, puppy-dog eyes. Harry realized that whatever this was, it was serious.

"What happened?" Harry asked frantically.

"Ginny was sent to Azkaban," Willow said sadly, staring up at her big brother, who was suddenly staring into empty space with glassy, unseeing emerald eyes. His body was frozen, except for his shoulders, which were shaking violently. The bed beside Harry suddenly blew up, searing hot flames scorching all the way up to the roof.

"Harry?" Willow said uncertainly, "Don't do anything rash. You shouldn't go against Dumbledore-"

Another bed blew up, this time sending sizzling feather down breezing across the room, singing the edges of Harry's own mattress. Willow shrunk backwards as the two fires raged within the room.

"Dumbledore?" Harry repeated slowly, his eyes flickering with emerald fire. "Dumbledore sent her to Azkaban?"

"Harry, please calm down," Willow begged, reaching forward with one hand, trying to comfort her brother. The moment that her hand touched his shoulder however, blazing, flaming wings erupting from his back, and Willow screamed as the fire rushed past her. Instead of burning her however, they simply tickled her skin with a warm, pleasant sensation. She continued to cry nonetheless though.

"Willow! Willow, calm down," Harry shouted, her scream snapping him back to reality. Harry withdrew the wings, so that the flickering feathers were no longer brushing Willows body, and drew her into a warm embrace.

"Wait here, I'll be back before you know it," Harry ordered standing up, but Willow just gripped onto him even tighter. "Chrome!" Harry called, and the firefox hopped up onto the bed, curling into Willow's lap.

"I just lost you, I don't want you to go again!" Willow cried, but she let go of him as she clutched onto Chrome.

"I'm sorry," Harry said sadly, "but I have to. It's Ginny."

Without looking back, Harry marched out of the Hospital Wing, still wrapped in the thin gown, but with blazing wings, six foot long on each side, burning on his back.

He would've tried to run, but his body was too sore and beaten, so all he could manage was a threatening, unstoppable march. Students scrambled out of his way as he walked by, his flaming angel wings flapping softly around them.

"Harry!" Ryan called when he passed by him, but Harry didn't hear him. Ryan instinctively glanced behind him for Ron or Hermione, but they were both still at St. Mungo's, recovering from their injuries from Voldemort.

"Harry, I'm going to get Moony and Padfoot. Wait up!" Ryan called, but Harry marched on relentlessly. Even when he finally reached the entrance to the Headmaster's office, guarded by the stone gargoyle, he didn't hesitate. The gargoyle, sensing his violent intentions, launched itself off of its pedestal, claws and wings outstretched as it flew towards him.

Harry's wings whipped out in front of him, and cut into the gargoyle like a blade. The stone didn't sever however, and Harry was forced to slide his feet to the side to avoid the grating claws.

The gargoyle flew up into the air, swooping in a loop over Harry's head and crashing down at his back. Harry's two wings stiffened however, and the gargoyle impaled itself on the sharp tips, dangling as if caught on a spear. The gargoyle cracked in half, and collapsed to the ground.

The entrance to the Headmasters office was still blocked however, so Harry held out his hand against the stone wall guarding the spiral staircase. Muttering under his breath, he let the heat contained within his body to flow into the entrance. The magically infused stone resisted him, but eventually the stone was heated white hot, and not even magic could keep it together. The door exploded, enveloping the staircase behind as well.

With no staircase to climb up, Harry jumped up, his wings pushing down in one powerful sweep, and launching himself up the ten meters, his feet gracefully touching down on the carpeted floor of Dumbledore's office.

"Give her back," Harry growled, stepping towards the shocked wizard who sat behind his desk, the hand that had been reaching out for a lemon drop frozen.

"Now Harry, calm down," Albus said soothingly, "Violence will not get you anywhere-"

"GIVE GINNY BACK NOW!" Harry roared, the very walls of the room shaking. The windows rattled, and the fine, purple rug at his feet shriveled under the pulsing heat. Albus was mostly unfazed however. It seemed that the old wizard had seen far more impressive displays of magic within his time.

"You misunderstand Harry. It wasn't my decision, but a unanimous vote by the Wizengamot to send her to Azkaban," Albus reasoned. He also dispelled the two hissing fireballs that flew across the room at him.

"But it was your decision, wasn't it!" Harry shouted.

"Perhaps it was," Albus admitted, before leaning forward at his desk. "Think about it Harry. The darkest wizard alive has possessed her for the past six years of her life. Can you be certain she poses no threat?"

"You're going to kill her over a muse?" Harry said softly, his anger barely restrained.

"I've never killed anyone in my life," Albus said defiantly, finally standing up, and swishing his cloak in annoyance. "I have never murdered anyone. Each and every one of my actions has been to preserve life. Miss Weasley will be free to leave Azkaban once this war is over."

"That's too long. Let her go now," Harry argued, refusing to be compelled differently.

"Alas, I see that arguing with you is pointless. I'm sorry, my boy, but I have no choice but to restrain you." Dumbledore had his wand in his hand faster than his age belied, and even though Harry sent out tendrils of fire towards the old man, Albus transformed his magnificent mahogany desk into a trident that shot right through the flames. The trident slammed into the stone wall, trapping Harry's neck beneath the prongs. He spread his wings out furiously, trying to escape, but Dumbledore banished a lemon drop at his forehead. The small projectile smashed his head into the stone wall behind him, and although still conscious, Harry was too dazed to control his magic, and his angelic wings disappeared.

"I see you have taken a liking to young Miss Weasley. Unfortunately, it is deemed far more favourable for the outcome of this war for her to be with your brother. I apologize, Harry, for it takes a monster to tamper with love, but to win this war, I shall become the monster that is needed."

Harry struggled against the trident, but he was trapped securely in place, and could do nothing but watch as Dumbledore raised his wand towards him.

"Obliviate!" Dumbledore bellowed, and a sludge of silvery substance escaped from the tip of his wand, threateningly advancing towards Harry.

"Don't you dare touch my godson!" Sirius Black bellowed as he flew up the smashed spiral staircase, clinging onto the back of the stone gargoyle, imbedded with snaky, shadowy lines that held it together. The gargoyle collided with the incoming memory charm, the black tendrils holding it together pulsing with a silvery aura as the charm was rendered ineffective. Meanwhile, Sirius launched himself off of the gargoyle, rolling when he hit the ground, and whipped his wand in a horizontal swish towards Dumbledore.

A black, serrated crescent moon billowed outwards. Dumbledore brought his own wand down, and the countless Headmaster and Headmistress portraits came crashing down. The indestructible objects collided with the blade of darkness, causing the paintings to scream in frustration and shock as they were sent bouncing around the office.

"You are meant to be dead!" Dumbledore shouted in fury at Sirius who was banishing the trident imbedded around Harry. "I saw it with my own eyes. James Potter killed you, and Kahlan Joken confirmed it."

"Don't act so surprised headmaster, I've always been known for my pranks," Sirius replied in a deadly voice, darkness gathering at his feet as he readied himself for a fight. Harry took position at Sirius's side, the flickering light of the flames at his own feet colliding with the inky darkness from Sirius.

"A Black, and a Potter," Dumbledore muttered, staring at Sirius and Harry, before his eyes lit up. "Of course, you and James were best friends. He never would have killed you."

"Perhaps," Sirius replied darkly, trying not to comprise anyone.

"And Kahlan, you two were in love. Why would she ever want you dead?" Dumbledore explained, staring at Sirius with cold eyes. "Perhaps, it is time for you to realize just what it feels like to lose the person closest to you," Dumbledore whispered, and for the first time, Harry saw true madness in the Headmaster's eyes.

"You took Fawkes from me, and so I shall take Kahlan from you."

"You will not touch her," Sirius growled, his teeth baring.

"And you will giver Ginny back," Harry growled, imitating his godfather.

"Do you honestly believe that you can defeat me?" Dumbledore asked, pure magic crackling out of the tip of his wand. "I have fought through two wars, and have the resources to win this third war. I have lived through the darkest times of humanity. I have faced monsters you have never even witnessed in your worst nightmares. You are just mere children, you cannot defeat me."

"But you are no god Albus," Sirius snarled twirling his wand.

"You're just an old man," Harry finished, jabbing his wand forwards.

A spear of fire erupted forwards, and inky darkness twined itself around the edges, causing black flames to spew outwards like explosive propellants. Albus summoned a Hogwarts portrait to deflect the spear, but the indestructible charms were torn apart by the combined darkness and fire magic. Albus leapt out of the way, avoiding the fiery spear, but when it collided with the stone wall of the office, black, curving lances burst outwards. Albus sent orbs of white magic at the incoming lances, and although each orb impacted the lance, instead of banishing them, they exploded in intense bursts of fire.

A smokey haze filled up the office as a result of the explosion, and once Sirius waved it away with his wand, they saw that Albus had abandoned his outer robe, as it had been thoroughly scorched. He was left wearing a pair of ordinary black pants, and a bare chest, revealing countless, horrific scars littering his body. Claw scars, teeth marks, bullet wounds, scorched skin and magically twisted skin was only the beginning. It was the body of a warrior.

"I am no god," Dumbledore whispered, his eyes sad as he stared at Sirius and Harry, "If I were, there would be no wars, no death, and no heartbreak."

"I am just a man cursed with power."

The room shook with the sheer magical energy Dumbledore began releasing. Harry and Sirius finally realized that every other time they had seen the leader of the light fighting, he had been holding back. His magical aura was so intense that they could barely breathe. Sweat was trickling down their necks as they struggled to remain standing upright.

"I can never truly use all my magic without hurting those around me," Dumbledore lectured, reminding them that he had once been a professor. "Because I am cursed with so much power, it falls upon me to protect others. You may think that my actions are terrible, but if by keeping someone away from their parents," Dumbledore stared at Harry, "Or by condemning an innocent man to Azkaban," The cold blue eyes stared at Sirius, "could save countless lives, and only I have the power to do so, than I shall do so."

"You may call me a monster, but I am the monster that will save your lives."

Harry's legs were shaking as he struggled to remain upright. Sirius looked no better either. His ragged black hair was matted with sweat, and plastered to his face. Neither were in any condition to win a fight against Dumbledore. It was simply impossible.

"Got any plans?" Harry asked Sirius desperately.

"Actually, just one," he admitted, "We just need to distract him for a minute."

"Right," Harry said, rolling his eyes, and turning to Dumbledore, pure magic pulsing out of his feet, "No problem."

"Ready pup?"

A crackling, lightning blue phoenix appeared out of Dumbledore's wand, flapping its wings loftily as it faced them.

"Let's go!"

With a majestic sweep of its wings, feathers shot out of the phoenix like arrows. Harry summoned solid fire to his wand to form a blade, and struck at the incoming energy projectiles. For each arrow he struck, they exploded in a deafening sound wave, completely vanishing his flaming weapon. Harry focused his magic into reviving his weapon as quickly as possible, else he be impaled. He was still struck by several feathers however, which left gaping, bleeding wounds in his legs and shoulders.

The gargoyle from earlier leapt forwards on Sirius's orders, and tackled the bird out of the sky. Sirius tapped his wand against the ground, and all light in the room vanished instantly. Screeching could be heard from the phoenix, but once Dumbledore vanished the darkness, the gargoyle was vaporized, leaving nothing behind but a pile of sand and ash. Sparks crackled threateningly from the phoenix as it faced them. Sirius had blood running down his face from a curse Dumbledore had shot off in the dark, correctly predicting Sirius's location.

"Fifty more seconds," Sirius panted, his blood splattering noisily against the stone ground. Harry stumbled forwards, the wounds on his leg preventing any rapid movement.

"This plan of yours better work," he muttered, before scrunching up his eyes in concentration and recovering his flaming angel wings from earlier. He rushed at the phoenix, his wings fluttering behind him through the air. With his fists coated in white flames Harry punched the phoenix, detonating a massive explosion at the same time.

The phoenix vanished, but Harry was thrown backwards, crashing into the wall and coughing up blood. Sirius went on the attack as Dumbledore recovered from the magical backlash of the destroyed phoenix. From his left hand, five spiraling lances of shadow shot out from the fingertips, spiraling towards Dumbledore. From his wand, a shadow eagle with a drill like beak erupted, intent on impaling the headmaster.

Dumbledore raised his wand, and with a brilliant light that blinded the occupants of the room, the shadows vanished. As everyone tried to recover their eyesight, a tremendous crash was heard, and glass shattered to the ground. As Harry's eyesight cleared he could see that Sirius had destroyed the great, stain glassed window within the office. Perhaps he had incorrectly predicted where Dumbledore was standing?

Harry finally recovered from his crash and despite his whole body aching, he launching himself at Dumbledore, his flaming wings flapping and his burning sword flickering hungrily. With a ferocious shout, he brought the weapon down at Dumbledore.

In a casual, almost nonchalant action, Dumbledore grabbed the blade in mid-strike with his bare hands. Harry tried to escape, but Dumbledore held the weapon in an unbreakable grip. The old man was about to raise his wand, but Sirius burst forwards, wielding a long, shadowy knife. Dumbledore was forced to let go of Harry to deflect Sirius's weapon. With a swipe of Dumbledore's hand, Sirius was sent tumbling across the room, crashing into chairs and fallen paintings.

Harry constructed the densest, hottest wall of fire between him and Dumbledore, but a wrinkled hand shot through the wall with ease, reaching out for Harry. With an explosion at his feet, Harry launched himself backwards safely, but when he landed, he found he couldn't stand on his feet anymore, the pain being too great.

Sirius stumbled forwards, an orb of glistening blackness between his hands, his wand currently sheathed, and threw it towards Dumbledore. The ball sucked in all of the scattered debris within the office as it dragged itself towards Dumbledore, but despite it's incredible force, the powerful wizard simply shot a bolt of light out from his wand. The flash of light went right through the orb, vanishing it, and pierced Sirius in the shoulder. He collapsed to the ground in pain as blood flowed out of the gaping wound.

"Ten more seconds," Sirius murmured, struggling to remain conscious.

"Until what?" Harry asked desperately.

"Until Kahlan arrives," Sirius whispered.

"You can keep talking, but it's over for you two," Dumbledore said sadly, "Within Hogwarts there is no way to apparate. You are stuck here. Once you wake you shall have no memory of this fight. Truly, I am sorry, but it must be done, for the greater good."

"Why would you bring Kahlan here," Harry whispered back to Sirius angrily, ignoring Dumbledore. "We're meant to be keeping her safe from Albus!"

"I didn't mean her. I meant the other Kahlan."

"You mean…?"

"Yes, I do mean."

Dumbledore raised his wand, and was preparing to cast an obliviate spell on the two of them, when a familiar, rumbling shook the room. Moments later, an enormous black flying motorcycle came flying into the room through the stain glass window Sirius had smashed open earlier. There was no rider on the bike however.

"Good girl," Sirius cooed as he flipped his legs onto the vehicle, which purred in acknowledgement of the praise. Harry quickly clambered on in a burst of adrenaline, ignoring the pain in his feet.

Albus sent a destructive curse at the motorbike, but she moved on her own, and jolted forward several meters, avoiding the curse. With a loud, roaring explosion, the motorbike tore out of the room, flying through the smashed window and entering the Hogwarts skies. Albus ran to the window, sending a barrage of curses, but by now Sirius had control over the bike, and was expertly driving the vehicle, avoiding most of the incoming curses. Harry sent roaring fireballs at the remaining curses, protecting the bike.

"She's back in action!" Harry shouted, laughing gleefully, patting the edge of his motorcycle.

"With a few improvements too. I decided to give her a bit more of a personality," Sirius replied gleefully, shouting over the rumbling engine.

"So that's how she found us then?"

"Sure is. Isn't she a good girl," Sirius praised, and the bike replied by putting on a burst of speed.

"So where do we go now?" Harry asked.

"We're flying to Kahlan's home. We have to get to her before Dumbledore, or else… well, I don't really want to think about that."

"Alright then, let's go," Harry said. His injuries were practically crippling him at this point, so he just let Sirius take over.

They flew for about half an hour, roaring across the England skies. The chilling, whipping wind was a strong reminder that Christmas was just around the corner. School at Hogwarts would be stopping soon for Christmas Holidays. If Harry needed to go into hiding, now was perhaps the best time to begin. Chrome was with Willow, he would protect her and lead her to him during the break.

Sirius finally descended beneath the clouds, but what they saw was not promising. The four story apartment building in which Kahlan lived was billowing heavy black smoke, and Muggle fire trucks and police cars surrounded the building.

"No!" Sirius roared, about to bring the bike into a dive downwards, but Harry grabbed his godfather's arms.

"Sirius, we can't! We're too injured! If Dumbledore is still down there, we'll be caught immediately."

"Then what do we do?" Sirius exclaimed unhappily. He understood Harry's decision, but his emotions were running rampant.

"We find my parents. Dumbledore will be going after them next," Harry explained, and Sirius's body stiffened as he realized that Harry was right.

"Shit," Sirius swore, turning the bike around, and roaring towards Godric Hollow.

"Can't you apparate us there?"

"Can't. Too injured," Sirius replied bluntly. Harry then realized that just like him, Sirius was barely maintaining consciousness. He was only doing slightly better than Harry because Harry had only just woken up in the hospital wing an hour ago.

Harry passed in and out of consciousness, and all too soon he realized they were parked outside Godric's Hollow. Sirius slipped off the bike and stumbled towards the front door.

"James! Lily!" Sirius shouted, "Plan Peacock, let's get moving!"

James's pale head popped out of the front door moments later. He took one look at Sirius's wounds, and his son sprawled on the back of the motorbike before nodding.

"Plan Peacock it is then. I'll meet you there," James said, slipping a piece of paper into Sirius's hands. "Show it to whoever you need to."

"Will do. Be careful James, don't let Lily get hurt. Dumbledore already got his hands on Kahlan." James's eyes widened.

"And Ginny," Harry coughed from the motorbike.

"That son of a- Shit, we need to get going then." James stared at his son with fierce eyes. "Don't worry Harry, I promise we'll help her. Kahlan too."

"Alright Dad," Harry said, his words slurring. Sirius limped back to the bike, and held out the slip of paper for Harry to read.

"The Potter's live at 96, Peacock Place. Sirius, what is this?"

"That, is our new safehouse. Hold on, it's going to be a long flight. We can't floo in until we've walked through the front doors at least once and the fidelious recognizes us."

"Right," Harry said, not really understanding at all. He simply grabbed onto his godfather's body, and held himself close, letting the darkness close in around him.

When Harry awoke, it was to the comforting sensation of a warm hand against his forehead, brushing his hair backwards. He moaned softly as he relished the sensation.

"My poor baby," a sweet, soft voice said, "You should never have had to go through any of this."

Harry peeled his eyes open and couldn't help but smile as his mother stared down at him, worry in her eyes. He also couldn't help but look at the increasing bulge in her stomach.

"Which baby are you talking about," Harry said in a rough voice, smirking.

"Both, I think," Lily replied, placing one hand on her stomach, and leaving one hand on Harry's forehead. "Neither of you should have had to go through all of this stress."

"It's fine mum, I'm used to it," Harry said truthfully.

"I know," She replied, "And that's why I'm so sad."

A sad silence blanketed them, but Harry was forced to break it. His mother's red hair was reminding him of another girl with red hair that needed his help.

"How long have I been asleep for?" Harry asked.

"Sirius arrived with you just before dinnertime, and you woke the morning afterwards. We have some breakfast prepared for you, if you're hungry that is."

"Has the paper arrived yet?" Harry asked, not caring too much about food. Lily sighed, and looked like she wasn't going to answer.

"It has," A tired voice said, and Harry glanced up to see Sirius shadowing the doorway. He had the paper scrunched up in his hands, and seeing Harry's eager look, he threw it over to him. Harry managed to catch it, but Lily still shot a look at Sirius.

"Weasley sentenced to Azkaban for affiliating with dark arts," Harry read, before glancing further down the front page, "Kahlan sentenced to Azkaban for affiliating with Sirius Black."

"I wonder what crime is considered worse," Sirius said, trying to joke, but failing miserably.

"What are we going to do?" Harry asked Sirius desperately. "We can't let them stay in Azkaban."

"I know!" Sirius roared. He froze, and collected himself before speaking again. "I spent thirteen years in Azkaban. I refuse to let Kahlan spend more than three days in there."

"Which means?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Sirius, don't you dare involve my son in your stupid plan," Lily demanded, but godfather and godson ignored her.

"It's going to take quite a bit of planning," Sirius explained. "We're going to need to develop a couple of tools, and we'll need some more help-"

"But," Harry said eagerly.

"But we're going to break into Azkaban."

Are you ready for it? Because we're just going to keep getting bigger, better, more epic with bigger explosions, flying vehicles and new weapons and magic. This story aint over. It's just beginning.

Yes, that's right, I'm blatantly advertising my own story within my own story.

Cheers

-Council