I do not own Harry Potter only the situations in which I put them in. I also own Amy, who is not to be used by others without my permission.

All of them stared down at the unconscious Death Eater, clearly shaken by his statement. Amy stood up and folded her arms in thought. This was exactly what she had told Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny what would happen. Voldemort had taken the first step to war. He had sent a couple of scouts to check the place over. His next move would be to send a "test group" of maybe about five to ten people just to see what their defenses would be like. This was the step that Amy most feared. She did not mind full out war, it was the early stages of war because that was when people started to panic and make stupid, dangerous mistakes in an attempt to protect themselves.

Amy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. When she looked up again all of their eyes were on her, each pair of eyes clearly saying, "What are we going to do?" They all stood in silence for a couple of minutes until finally McGonagall asked Amy, "What's the next step?"

Amy stared at her a moment before she heaved another sigh and explained, "Well, these two are scouts to get a feel for our defenses, weaknesses, and whatever else. Now, since these two will not be returning to Voldemort, he will start to get concerned that we are going to be tougher than he thought. What he is likely to do next is send in a small army of maybe about five to ten Death Eaters to test how powerful we really are. But, I've also had a nagging thought about all this."

When she did not explain any further, Snape snapped, "Well, what would that 'nagging thought' be, Potter?"

Amy considered her answer before she replied, "I think he may use a spy."

"A spy," Snape snickered. "Why on earth would he use, or need, a spy?"

"I've asked myself the same question, Snape," Amy spat back. She closed her eyes in concentration before she resumed, "If his scouts aren't returning, he may have to go to a plan B; that is, send in a spy. It could be anybody. They wouldn't have to talk to us or anything, just get a layout of the place. It could be one of the Death Eater's kids, a fake 'concerned parent', a bystander in Hogsmeade, I mean, the possibilities are endless!"

Then another thought occurred to her that almost made her sick. She thought back to the conversation she had had with Harry and the others about this same subject. Then she thought how Harry could get inside Voldemort's mind, and how Voldemort could do the same, and as Hermione had told her, it could kill Harry.

"Oh my God," Amy whispered.

As quick as lightening she raced up the Grand Staircase to Gryffindor Tower.

LS

Harry had watched from the window the fight between Amy and the Death Eater even after everyone else had returned to bed. He had almost laughed when Amy had punched the guy in the face, and then dragged his body back to the castle. Once she had disappeared from sight, Harry could no longer see any action going on. He shrugged and decided to return back to bed. He was almost to the stairs when his scar started to burn. Out of habit, and pain, Harry put his hand on his scar and rubbed it, thinking that if he continued to do so the pain would vanish. However, as the seconds wore on, the pain continued to build and build and build until finally his scar gave one last throb, and then he felt as if his scar had been busted wide open.

This was unlike anything he had ever experienced. When he opened his eyes he could see that he was in Gryffindor Tower still, but his vision was very strange. It was like the vision he had seen in movies when a person went back to a memory and their vision was blurry around the edges, and everything else moved in slow motion, and was black and white. He then felt himself being picked up off the floor even though he was not doing anything. His body was moving on its own, it was like he was possessed. Then it clicked. That had to be what was happening because he had no control, and his scar was burning and throbbing to the point where he wanted to die.

He was moving towards the portrait hole, and then he saw his hand reach out and push the portrait open. For some reason he felt the need to keep a low profile as though he did not want to be detected. He was on the seventh floor landing when he heard fast footsteps running up the staircase. He peeked out over the stone railing and saw Amy running towards him. He felt happy to see her for she could save him, but at the same time he felt this hatred for her that he could not explain, and he wanted to kill her.

As she came closer, he felt his hand reach into the waistband of his pajama bottoms and draw out his wand. He knew what was coming next and he tried to scream at Amy to warn her, but he could not speak. Whatever or whoever was controlling him controlled everything, including his mouth. He felt himself walking to the top of the stairs leading from the sixth floor landing to the seventh floor landing. He saw her stop and look up at him in shock, and then he heard his voice say, "You're too late, Amelia. Harry here is going to help me take down Hogwarts from the inside, and you as well."

Then in a split second, he felt his right arm swing around and saw a curse fly towards Amy. She dodged the curse causing the stone to explode where she was standing mere seconds before. She wasted no time in firing a curse of her own which he deflected. Back and forth they went firing upon each other for what seemed like hours. Finally getting aggravated for some reason, he felt himself starting to walk down the steps to her. Instead of backing up, she stood her ground and stared him straight in the eyes, a look he hoped he would never receive from her while he was himself.

Then he saw her fly backwards down the stairs to the fifth floor landing, landing hard on her side. She laid there a couple of seconds before she slowly picked herself up, her side bleeding. He saw where her wand had fallen on one of the steps and moved to retrieve it; however, she was too quick for him as he saw the wand zoom back into her hand.

Anger coursed through him again as he raised his wand again, and this time the spell struck her across the chest sending blood splattering on the walls, causing the portraits to flee from their frames as blood splattered onto them. He grinned again as he watched her fall to her knees. He walked down the stairs and knelt down in front of her and he heard himself say, "You can't win against me, Amelia. Nobody can win against Lord Voldemort."

Voldemort Harry thought please don't kill Amy! She's the only family I have now!

As Harry's heart began to fill with love towards Amy, he felt Voldemort's grip on his soul slacken. In one painful explosion, Harry yelled out in pain, and then as quickly as it had come the pain was gone.

Harry was lying face down on the stone landing, sweat pouring off his face. He was shaking as he raised himself up off the stone. He looked up to see Amy still on her knees, supporting herself with her arms. Harry looked her over and saw that her shirt was completely soaked in blood. She was gasping for air and she was shaking badly. Despite her condition she smiled at him and asked quietly, "Are you alright, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry answered, hurrying over to her on his hands and knees, "but look at you! Amy, why didn't you attack me?"

"I couldn't, Harry," she replied in a faint whisper. "I knew that if I attacked that I wouldn't be hurting Voldemort, I'd be hurting you. It wasn't your fault that he used you, so why should you take all the pain for it? I couldn't hurt you, Harry. I couldn't…."

She collapsed on the landing, her eyes rolling back into her head. Harry stared at her as he watched a pool of blood start forming around her. In his panic he stared to scream at the top of his lungs, "Help! Somebody help us, please?"

He listened for somebody, anybody, to come and help her, but when he heard or saw nothing he screamed again, "HELP!! AMY'S DYING!! SOMEONE HELP US!!"

LS

Voldemort woke back up in his camp. He got up from his bed, and exited his tent. He searched the area for Wormtail and Lucius, and when he finally found them, they came running up to hear what had happened.

"My Lord," Lucius greeted, taking Voldemort's hand, "what is it like?"

"Yes, my Lord," Wormtail chimed in taking Voldemort's other hand, "how easy will it be to take down Hogwarts and everyone in it?"

"Oh very easy now," Voldemort replied, yanking his hands from his followers.

"Why my Lord," Wormtail asked nervously.

"Because I just destroyed Hogwarts greatest defense," Voldemort snickered, looking up into the stars. "I just killed Amelia Potter!"