Hi All,

And so, another chapter…And it's a sad one people, so have the tissues handy.

And after reading reviews and thinking it over, I have decided that I will be writing from Clint's POV chose him because he is a neutral character – meaning he's not a god or supersoldier or magical. Clint is the most human of the Avengers, given his family etc. and he shares a sibling relationship with Ginny, so he'll be more open-minded and ready to tackle anything.

Now names are as follows -

MJ - Memory Jacinta

MH - Memory Hermione

MR - Memory Ron

MN - Memory Neville

ML - Memory Luna

MG - Memory Ginny

Enjoy! I own nothing but the story. Everything else belongs to Marvel and J.K Rowling respectively.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Clint's POV

If you had asked me before I had joined SHIELD and saved the world if I believed in magic, I would have looked at you funny and wondered if you needed a psych evaluation. But since having defeated aliens and being surrounded by magical beings that could only exists in books, my answer changed – drastically. Ever since the witches came into my life, I could only watch and observed. At first I was cautious, given my experience with Loki, but then Ginny joined Tasha and I on our missions. It's safe to say that I had now considered Ginny a little sister, and I knew Tasha felt the same, given the fact that I often heard Tasha calling her sestra (cecTpa) – the Russian word for sister.

Ginny was different the other Unknowns I had met before. She was, and still is, kind and fiercely loyal to those she loved, including us. During the time that she had been with Tasha and I, I had gotten to know the red-head woman that often acted before thinking and jumped straight into danger like it was nothing. It was like she wanted to prove that she wasn't a damsel in distress around us, and she could hold up on her own. One of the things I liked about her was her ability to not kill. Given Tasha's and my title as assassins, it was liberating to watch a woman injure with magic, but not kill. While she had the training and the ability to do so, she simply chose to stun or injure the person well enough to leave them unconscious. I asked her once why she chose the route and not in the way that Tasha and I did and she simply told us that she had experience too much killing when she was younger and that it was not the answer.

I never quite understood what she meant until now. Given what I heard and now saw, Lord Voldemort was an evil man who inflicted pain on many and his followers were no better. I thought I had it bad with Loki, but Loki was child's play compared to Voldemort – even though Loki could seriously defeat this man if her wanted to. Watching Ginny, along with Jacinta, Hermione and the other Weasleys, remembering painful memories was heartbreaking. In a way, it made me think that I was lucky with my life. Although, I did have some hardships but I didn't have an evil mad wizard after me when I was younger. To live life with a murdering wizard coming after you would have been hectic, and I was amazed at the strength that Jacinta, Hermione and the Weasleys showed.

And now, watching the younger versions of Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Jacinta, along with their other two friends Neville and Luna walk through a dark corridor, I prepared myself for the haunting scene that I might witness. Jacinta, who was holding on to Steve tightly, started breathing heavy.

"No…it's too soon. It's too early to show this memory. We still have much of fifth year to show. Why would the pensieve bring us to this memory now?" She mumbled, her voice cracking as her emotions continued to rise.

"I have a bad feeling about this." I spoke up. "Exactly what is going to happen?"

I heard Ginny gasp, and she obviously remembered the memory, and Ron looked bewildered before realizing in his head what the memory was.

"This is where my godfather died." Jacinta informed me.

I immediately regretted asking and I closed my eyes in sympathy, giving Jacinta a small smile. She gave a small smile back, before burying herself into Steve's chest.

"Please don't make me watch this." She whispered.

"Maybe we should stop." Steve suggested. I nodded my head in agreement, as did Tony, Thor, Fury and Maria. Tasha crossed her arms, looking at Jacinta with sadness.

Hermione shook her head. "We can't. The memory has to play. It's how the pensieve works. It shows us what we need to see and if we try to leave before it, then there will be serious consequences."

"Like what? I'm sorry, but having Jace watch her only father figure die again is a little bizarre. It's not right!" Tony protested. I nodded my head again, and I could others murmuring in agreement.

"Hermione is right." Arthur remarked. "I don't like it either Tony, but its magic and it's confusing and bizarre and sometimes we don't have to like but to leave a memory before it is finish could result in people forgetting or the memory tampered – and that messes with our minds and that can be dangerous. I don't condone this part of the magic, but we have to follow the rules."

Tony nodded. "I understand. I guess magic can be a bitch sometimes huh?"

There were murmurs of agreement and nodding of heads. Then, we all turned back to the memory before us, watching as the six young students run through a large corridor. Only it wasn't really a corridor, more like a hallway of sorts. There were many tall stacks of shelves, and on a closer look, I saw small orbs. Considering how dark it was, I amazed that I could see well enough. The memory version of Jacinta (MJ) held out her wand, as did all the memory versions did, lighting up the corridor well enough for them and us to see. I could hear MJ count as she passed each stack of shelves, before suddenly, MJ stopped her wand at a numbered row.

MJ waved her wand around her, using the light as she looked for something.

"That can't be right…he's supposed to be here." She muttered, pointing the wand to the ground, and around her. She then stopped, looking up and turning to face the others behind her. "He should be here…"

"Jace…" The quiet voice of the Memory Neville called out and I could see that MN was staring at an orb. "It's got your name on it."

MJ walked back towards her group, heading the direction to where MN was staring. MN moved, allowing her to pass and she reached out to touch the orb, only to stop herself and look back at the group. The memory version of Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna gave her looks of encouragement, but also worry. Taking a breath, Memory Jacinta reached out again, and grabbed the orb. Then, a raspy and low voice filled the air, allowing us, that is the Avengers and present day Weasleys and Jace herself, to hear the voice that seemed to be coming from the orb.

"The one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord shall mark them as his equal, but they shall have power the Dark Lord knows not…And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…"

The voice died off, and we watched as MJ was enthralled with the orb, waiting to see if it would say anything else. It must have on her that could hear it, as the other memory versions looked at each other confused. Then, Memory Hermione noticed something behind her and so turned around before gasping.

"Jace!" She gasped, gaining the attention of MJ, who also turned around.

Walking slowly down the corridor of orbs, was a dark figure dressed in black and was wearing a strange metal mask. If I was honest, the figure was seriously creepy.

"Right, cause nothing good ever came from a dark figure dressed in a creepy mask." I muttered, hearing others murmur in agreement.

The figure walked closer to the group, and I saw that there were more standing behind the first figure. MJ, having gathered her wits and strength, pushed past her friends, standing in front of them with her wand raised, and the orb in her other hand. I saw MH raise her wand, along with the others following suit.

"Where's Sirius?" MJ demanded, her voice wavering but strong.

"You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams…and reality." The figure spoke, pulling out its wand and revealing itself to be a long blonde haired man.

The man was familiar and it took awhile, but I then recognized him as Lucius Malfoy, as I had seen him before in a few memories prior to the one we were currently watching. I knew now, as Ginny had informed us, that Lucius was now in the Wizarding equivalent of a jail, but he still managed to make my skin boil, considering he was the one that gave Ginny the dairy that turned her into a possessed monkey for Lord Dickhead. And now, it seemed that he may have played a part in the death of Jacinta's godfather.

"Gee, Blondie sure gets around doesn't he?" Tony muttered.

"Lucius Malfoy was like a snake you couldn't get rid off. I am glad that he is in Azkaban, paying for his crimes. I hope he rots in there." Arthur spat, staring at the blonde git.

"No love there, Arthur?" Tony asked.

"Considering what he has done to my family and to Jace, spending the rest of his life is him getting of lightly. If I had it my way, well let's just say Lucius Malfoy would cease to exist." Arthur darkly said.

We turned to the Weasley patriarch, looks of shock on our faces.

"Steady on Dad…this isn't the DC Universe…." George spoke. Some of us turned to him, confused.

"I'm confused…" Thor muttered.

But before George could elaborate, the memory version of Lucius spoke once again.

"You see, you saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see." Lucius tutted. "Now, hand me the prophecy."

"If you do anything to us, I'll break it." MJ threatened.

A sharp and cruel laughter filled the air, and a figure emerged from behind Lucius. The woman had black ringly dark car, and a sharp cruel face. Her teeth were yellow and ugly, and her clothes battered and worn.

"Bellatrix…Bellatrix Lestrange. She's the…the woman who…" Jace started to speak, but she couldn't finish the sentence. We all got the gist of who this woman is and just what she did to Jace, Hermione and Ron. This woman could very well be the mother of our current enemy. There was shift in the air and I could feel that the team was angry, as well as the Weasleys. It was obvious that this woman was hated.

"She knows how to play." Bellatrix emerged, her wand pointing at MJ. "Itty…bitty…baby…Potter…"

MN stepped out, standing next to MJ. "Bellatrix Lestrange."

Bellatrix smiled. "Neville Longbottom is it? How's Mum and Dad?"

My heart pained for Neville, as according to Ginny, his parents were still in a hospital being treated for madness. It seemed that the torture that Bellatrix placed upon his parents still did a significant amount of damage on them, and there was no hope of ever bringing them back.

MN raised his wand, preparing himself to fight. "Better, now that they're about to be avenged."

This caused both MJ and Lucius to try and calm the tension between MN and Bellatrix. Lucius held his hand up, trying to calm his colleague, and MJ did the same with MN, trying to calm him.

"Now, let's everybody just calm down…All we want is that prophecy." Lucius murmured, trying to defuse the tension.

MJ frowned. "Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?"

"You dare speak his name?!" Bellatrix screeched. "You filthy half-blood!"

"Gee, she's a peachy person isn't she?" I muttered, wanting to punch her. I knew that I couldn't considering it was a memory but still, the feeling lingered.

"It's all right. She's just a curious girl, aren't you?" Lucius whispered. "Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really…"

We then realized the kids were now surrounded by other figures in masks. Deatheaters, Jacinta called them, had the kids surrounded and blocked in while MJ continued to talk to Lucius.

"I don't remember this many deatheaters. We were lucky." Ron remarked, before realizing what he said. "Jace, I'm…"

"It's okay. We were lucky. That many deatheaters, we should have been dead. If it wasn't for the Order stepping in when they did, there would have more deaths than just the one. I'm sorry to that but, we…I was stupid to bring you and the others along. We could've died." Jace muttered. "If I hadn't been so stupid…"

"Stop blaming yourself. You didn't know that Voldemort had tricked you. You were convinced that Sirius had been taken and you jumped at the chance of saving him. And don't start on the whole 'you shouldn't have risked our lives' thing with myself or Ron or Ginny or even Neville and Luna. We were, and still are you best friends and we would do anything for you, including helping you try to save Sirius. I don't regret the times we got ourselves into trouble thinking we were saving people, I don't regret any of that. I would it again and more." Hermione snapped, walking over to Jace and placing a hand on her shoulder. "You need to stop blaming yourself for the actions of your past. It is the past, and you need to let go. And I know it isn't easy. Believe me, but there is a reason why we're doing all this. We love you. Well, I can't speak for the Avenger part of the group but I can speak for the Weasleys and myself. We love you. And you're stuck with us, no matter what you do."

Jacinta smiled, hugging Hermione.

"I think I speak for all Avengers when I say we've come to care about you, Ginny and Hermione. These memories haven't really helped but I now understand you more than I did before. But Hermione is right. Don't dwell on your past actions and blame yourself. Believe me, I've done things in my past that I regret but I've learned from them. We all have done things in our past that we wish we could take back, but we can't. We adapt and we move on, keeping in mind the lesson we've learned through our mistakes of the past. You have made some but think of what you've gained. You have a family that would do anything for you and most people would kill for that." Bruce stated.

Jacinta nodded, readying herself to say something when Lucius's voice filled our ears and we all turned back to the memory.

"Haven't you always wondered what the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord was?" Lucius was saying, inching closer to memory Jace and the others. "Why he was unable to kill you, when you were just an infant? Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do, is give it to me. Then I can show you everything."

By now, Lucius was within arm's reach of MJ. He could easily grab her and pull her into a choke-hold, but it seemed unlikely he would, given his status as a deatheater. I knew that it was a memory, but I found myself wanting to step in front of the young scrawny teenager and give Lucius what for. I wasn't alone in the feeling though, as from the corner of my eye, I could see both Tony and Steve inch closer to the memory version of Jacinta and the others. Jacinta reached out and touched Steve, assuring him that it was just memory, and she did the same to Tony, touching his shoulder.

"Relax…remember, it's a memory." She murmured.

"Doesn't make me feel any better…" Tony muttered.

"I waited fourteen years…" Memory Jacinta murmured.

"I know…" Lucius crooned, moving closer.

"I guess I can wait a little longer…NOW! Stupefy!"

It was like a bomb went off, with the kids chanting spells all at once, hoping to stun a deatheater. Then, they started to run, and we followed. Left and right, deatheaters were coming at them from every angle as they ran through the halls and corridors, knocking over orbs and trying to take down every threat that came their way. Then, without noticing, the group split, with MN and ML taking off in one direction and MG in the other, leaving just MJ, MH and MR running through the corridors themselves.

It seemed like there was a never-ending supply of deatheaters, considering every turn they took, a deatheater or two would show up, dark black smoke surrounding them. MJ and MH were quick to chant spells at them, with MR trying to find a way out for them. Lucius would turn up every so often, demanding the orb that was grasped tightly in MJ's hand, but she would push on. MH threw spells left and right with MR copying off MH. MH casted what looked like a blasting spell and caused some of the orbs to fall off their spots on the shelves. Then the group was reunited again, coming together and checking each other over. It seemed like the deatheaters had ceased fire, but then, like a bullet, a wisp of dark black smoke was heading in their direction. MG stepped out in front of her group, pointing her want at it.

"Reducto!" She chanted.

A bright blue white light burst down the corridor, causing an explosion of some sort. It seemed to have blown away the deatheaters that were coming at them, but then, like a waterfall, almost all the orbs that were placed on the shelves began falling like dominoes, causing a ripple effect. They all, including us began to walk backwards, as MJ shouted for everyone to get back to a door. Then, the scene changed, and suddenly, we were all standing in what looked like dark dungeon, filled with rocks. In the middle of the area, was a large boulder and an archway of some sorts. There was a veil of sorts in the middle of the archway, and I could hear voices coming off the archway.

"Yeah, cause that's not creepy at all…" Tony muttered.

"Here I thought, all this time…There were voices coming from the archway." Hermione said. "I thought…"

"I was crazy? I did too…but I think it's because at that point, I had seen death. You could only the voices if you have been in the presence of death or someone dying. That's my view of it. Like the Threstals." Jacinta stated.

"Guys, I don't think the archway is the problem." I spoke, seeing the view in front of me.

Standing in front of the archway, was Memory Jacinta, holding the orb in her hand and pointing her wand at Lucius. Standing around her, in a circle of sorts, was her friends. They were all locked in a choke-hold by a deatheater, their wands pointed at the young students. I could see them struggling against their holds but it was no use. Then, the sound of Lucius laughing and I clenched my hands into fists. I really wanted to punch his face in.

"Motherfucker…" Fury blurted out.

Steve didn't tell him off, but instead, moved closer to Jace as she was breathing fast.

"Did you actually believe or were you truly naive enough to think that children stood a chance against us?" Lucius laughed as he walked by MJ. He turned around to face her, holding his hand out. "I'll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now, or watch your friends die."

MJ seemed to think on this for a moment, looking around at her friends, her breathing fast. I turned to see Jacinta and she was trying to calm herself. I then realized that this was the moment that we would witness her Godfather die. How long we had, I didn't know but the way that Jace was acting, along with Hermione and the others, Sirius would show up soon and we would all witness the death.

I had seen death before, but not like this. I saw that Ginny was alone, and so I moved, walking over to stand next to her. She looked at me, then taking a breath, she hugged me, burying her face into my chest, before turning her head to watch the scene before her.

"This is where it happens, isn't it?" I asked.

She nodded her head, and we didn't say anything further.

Memory Neville shouted at MJ, telling her not to give up the orb, but that moment of bravery made Bellatrix grip his hair tighter, causing him pain. MJ was conflicted even more, but she slowly gave in to Lucius's demands, handing him the orb. Lucius stared at the orb, smiling in triumph at defeating MJ and her crew and gaining the orb, holding it high above her head. Then, a flash of white light appeared behind him and I sighed, knowing full well that the relief will be short lived. Standing behind Lucius was Sirius Black dressed in a purple suit, and a look of anger upon his face.

"Get away from my goddaughter." Sirius snarled, before punching Lucius in the face, causing the deatheater to fall.

The room was then filled with pure white light and smoke, indicating that the good guys had arrived to save Memory Jacinta and the others. I saw the orb fall from Lucius's hands, crashing upon a rock and I smiled as I watched him gasp over the horror of the orb breaking. One by one, the other deatheaters in the room were being apprehended by the good guys. I could recognize memory versions of Remus Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt and a woman that I had seen in flashes but did not know.

"Tonks…her name is Tonks. She was pretty cool. You would have liked her." Ginny murmured. "They were part of the Order of Phoenix…"

I held her as she teared up, remembering old friends. "I think so too…I wish I could have met them."

One by one, the Order managed to free the young students from the grips of the deatheaters. Tonks had began to gather them all, trying to shield them from spells flying past them as the others began fighting the deatheaters. I turned to MJ, who was being shielded by Sirius. He casted non-verbal spells as he tried to move MJ to a better spot were she would be protected. I then saw Tonks heading in his direction with MH and ML in tow, collecting all the students as she ran and Sirius headed towards her, casting spells and using the arch as a shield. He stopped, turning to a gasping MJ.

"Now, listen to me. Take the others and get out of here." Sirius ordered.

"What? No, I'm staying with you." Memory Jace stammered.

Sirius smiled. "You've done beautifully…now, let me take it from here."

As if to prove his point, Lucius showed up behind Sirius, calling out his name and raising his wand at him. Sirius stood up, along with MJ. She chose to stay, as another deatheater turned up, standing next to Lucius. Then, the fight started, with Sirius casting spells at Lucius and trying to protect MJ, who was casting spells at the other deatheater. It was a sight to see, watching Sirius and young Jacinta take on Lucius and the other deatheater. The pair worked together, defending themselves from Lucius and his colleague. Flying around the room was the others, defeating their own deatheater and I could see young Hermione trying to get MJ to join her in safety but MJ was too wrapped in fighting alongside her godfather, she didn't see Bellatrix escape from Kingsley and land near the pair fighting Lucius. With the other deatheater defeated, it was just those two against Lucius, then he was defeated.

What happened next happened in slow motion. We saw Sirius turn around to face Memory Jace, the pair smiling at each other. Then, Bellatrix interrupted the moment, casting the Death spell Avada Kedavra to an unsuspecting Sirius. We watched how both MJ and Sirius stared at each other in shock, before Sirius fell backwards into the veil that was in the arch. The body of Sirius Black disappeared within the veil and then the screaming started. MJ screamed, reaching out for the body of Sirius but was held back by Remus. I could see shock, not only on the faces of the people in the memory, but on our faces as well. But more so, I turned to see Jacinta and my heart broke.

She was no longer standing, but instead had crumpled to floor, tears streaming down her face as Steve held her, with Tony leaning down and holding her hand. Hermione had her face buried against Thor's chest and I could feel my shirt getting wet as Ginny cried into mine. I was joined by Tash, who had touched Ginny's shoulder. Ron's face looked forlorn, as did the other Weasleys, and I could see Arthur touching Ron's shoulder. Fury and Maria looked stoic, but I knew that this scene was affecting them in some way.

The screams continued, Remus holding onto a grieving MJ before the scene suddenly shifted and we had moved. No longer were we in the dark room with the arch, but now in front of a large fountain of some sort. There was a banner of Cornelius Fudge hanging from the ceiling on top of the fountain and there was what looked like office windows around it. There was also a large entry way, filled with what looked like fireplaces, dressed in black and green tiles.

"Oh, come on. Haven't we had enough memories today? Why is this thing showing more?" Tony yelled.

"It's how the pensieve works. They show the memories we need to see and they won't let us out until we've seen them." George spoke, his voice soft.

"But…" Tony protested, gesturing to Jace. She was on her knees, her sobs quiet as tears silently ran down her face. Steve then helped her up, holding onto her as she stared blankly at the scene before us.

"I don't like either, but George is right. We have to watch this…" Jace mumbled.

We all turned to the scene before us, and I gasped as I saw Memory Jacinta casting spells at a taunting Bellatrix.

"I killed Sirius Black!" Bellatrix laughed cruelly. "You coming to get me?"

"Crucio!" MJ chanted, her pointed at Bellatrix.

The woman fell, the blast of the spell knocking her down. MJ caught up with her, her wand pointed down at the mad woman. I could tell that the young memory self of Jacinta wanted to do more than just torture Bellatrix, but she couldn't bring herself to cast the one spell we all know she wanted cast. It was in the younger Jacinta's face, and as I looked again to Jacinta, she looked blankly at the scene. I didn't blame her. If someone had killed my family, I too would want revenge.

Then, as MJ pondered whether to cast the spell, a vicious voice filled the air, and shivers went down my spine. Voldemort was here, though his body wasn't, and was encouraging MJ to cast the spell the death spell.

"You've got to mean it, Jacinta…She killed him. She deserves it. You know the spell, girl…"

Bellatrix began to laugh as finally, the body of one dark lord emerged. Voldemort appeared a wisp of black smoke, walking around MJ as he taunted her.

"Do it…"

MJ looked up, before turning around and facing Voldemort. She then raised her wand to him but he simply waved his hand, causing her wand to fly out of her hand and she grunted, keeping herself standing as her wand cluttered nearby.

"So weak…" Voldemort droned on, smiling at her.

She panted, fear creeping onto her face but stood her ground. Then, green fire filled one of the fireplaces surrounding them, and out stepped Dumbledore. I wondered where he had been all this time, considering he went on the run after that Pink Bitch aka Umbridge tried to have him arrested. While, the clueless and idiotic minister Fudge tried to but it was at the hand of Pink Bitch. Never have I disliked a colour more.

Dumbledore stared at the scene before him, his wand by his said. "It was foolish of you to come here tonight Tom. The Aurors are on their way."

"By which time I shall be gone, and you," Voldemort sneered, getting his wand ready to fight, "…you shall be dead."

Then in a dramatic fashion, Dumbledore pushed MJ to the side, before raising his own wand to fight off whatever spell that Voldemort had suddenly casted at him. There were no words, just silent casting of magnificent magic between two powerful wizards and their wands. Bellatrix then left, leaving in a blaze of green fire in the fireplace and MJ sat up against another fireplace, watching the fight take place before her. It was like the fight she had with Voldemort, but more intense and bigger. Voldemort would lash a spell, and Dumbledore would fight it off with a spell of his own. Due to the sheer force of the battle, things around us began to break and blow up, causing MJ to cover herself as debris fell around her. Then Voldemort created what looked like a snake made of fire, laughing as the snake tried to attack Dumbledore. The old wizard retaliated, diminishing the fire snake, and magicked the water from the fountain to engulf Voldemort, trying to drown him. He kept Voldemort in the ball of water, allowing MJ to move her spot and she stood behind Dumbledore. But the water ball didn't last long, and Dumbledore dropped his wand.

Voldemort then lashed out again at the old wizard, the wind pushing MJ over and causing her to fall to the ground. Dumbledore put up a shield between himself and Voldemort, pushing whatever spell casted towards him back to Voldemort. The Dark Lord gathered spell, before releasing it with a cry and making every glass window around him shatter. The glass shards fell like rain, destroying the banner of Fudge, and Voldemort gathered it all, pointing them in the direction of Dumbledore and Memory Jacinta. Dumbledore raised his wand again, shielding both himself and MJ, causing the shards of glass to turn into sand. Then, when that was over, Dumbledore lowered his wand, his gaze fixed on Voldemort. MJ then stood up, and having found her wand, she stood ready to fight. Voldemort sneered, before disappearing in a swirl of black smoke.

"Where did he go?" I asked.

No answered, but I soon got my answer as Memory Jacinta fell her knees, grunting as she tried to fight something within her. I then gasped as I realized that Voldemort had somehow possessed the young girl, and that MJ was seriously trying to fight him within herself.

"He possessed you…how?" Tash asked.

"Because of the Horcrux. Jacinta had a piece of him living inside her. Of course, we didn't find that out till later but it made sense as to how she was possessed." Hermione explained.

MJ struggled, fighting the demon within her but he was strong.

"You've lost old man…." She spoke, but it wasn't her voice. It was Voldemort's.

Dumbledore leaned down on his knees, his hand reaching out for her. Then she gasped, grunting and we all saw memory flashes around her, like videos on replay. I knew that we were watching the memory from Jacinta's point of view, as the memories played above her like montage. The death of her parents, Sirius and Cedric flashed her mind as she tried to fight Voldemort. Dumbledore watched in agony, trying to remind MJ that she was better than Voldemort.

But Voldemort's voice filled the air as memories played out, making it difficult for her to fight him.

"So weak…so vulnerable. Nobody will ever understand you…You are nothing."

"Jacinta, fight him. It isn't how you are alike. It's how you are not." Dumbledore whispered.

Memory Jacinta grunted, the fighting getting worse when she stopped. Emerging from behind the fountain, were the other young versions of Hermione, Ron, Neville and Luna, along with the members of the order. It seemed to remind her of something, as the memories changed to more happier ones, ones filled with love and friendship. And then, I could see that she was getting stronger and that Voldemort was losing his battle of possessing her.

"You're the weak one…" MJ murmured, her eyes on Memory Hermione. "And you'll never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you…"

The dark memories left, and we could see her winning the battle against Voldemort but then, before we could see anymore, the pull of the pensieve fished us out, and we found ourselves in the Weasleys' living room. I turned to Jacinta, but I could see that her face was no longer blank. She was thinking something, as if the memory reminded her of something.

"It's history happening all over again. That's why the pensieve showed me that memory. If this woman is really Voldemort's daughter, what's to say that she isn't exactly like him? And if she is, then she might not know love or friendship. Whereas I do. I have love. And I have friendship." She remarked. "Oh, I've been so stupid. Here I thought I was alone but I'm not, am I?"

Hermione pulled apart from Thor, staring at Jace. "Seriously? So, my heartfelt speech about being there for you always didn't get through your skull but seeing that memory did? I oughta slap you with some sense. Of course you're not alone. Honestly!"

"I don't know whether to allow Hermione to slap you or give you a speech myself but I've said it before Potter, you're stuck with us, whether you like it or not. Seeing Sirius die and then realizing you have family was maybe what you needed to remind yourself that you're not alone. Pretty brutal way to show it but it seemed to have done the job." George stated.

"I've been so silly haven't I?" Jace murmured.

Hermione nodded, muttering under her breath. The pair looked at each before giving each other a hug.

"I'm sorry. You've been here all along and you've put up with me and you've been there. I'm never going to take you for granted ever again." Jace mumbled.

"Good…and apology accepted. I'm not going anywhere Jace." Hermione said.

They pulled apart, with Hermione going back to Thor and Jace walking over to hug George and then Ron.

She reached Ginny and I, smiling at us both and turned to the rest of the group. "I think I'm ready to show the torture memory now. I don't know about Ron or Hermione but we don't have much time and if we are to confirm that Delphani is the child of Voldemort and Bellatrix, we need to know. I know that I am asking a lot, but the quicker we see this memory the quicker we see the war and how to fight their side. Our sixth year wasn't much to see, but it was the year Dumbledore died. It's up to you. I don't mind reliving my sixth year but the quicker we see that memory the quicker we can plan."

Hermione sighed. "Well, while I am a bit hesitant to skip past sixth year, and straight into the torture memory, Jace is right. But not right away. I think tomorrow, depending on where the pensieve takes us, we should started after Dumbledore dies. I for one don't want to relive his death again but it's not up to me. The pensieve is a tricky thing. But if we start off after and before we end up in her trenches, we need to start before."

Ron nodded. "I agree. But that's tomorrow's problem. Right now, I must get home and hug my wife and kid. Seeing today's memories…I need to see my family. So, in saying that, goodbye and I will see you tomorrow."

Ron left, with George then saying his goodbyes and Charlie nodded his head, before heading up to his room. Bill, who hadn't been in the pensieve with us, nodded his farewells and left as well. Maria and Fury gave their farewells, heading back to the Quinjet parked outside. Ginny pulled apart from me, and accepted a hug from Tash, before the two then walked away, whispering to each other. Hermione was in a quiet conversation with Thor and Tony was then chatting away to Jace and Steve. Bruce had taken a seat on the couch, with Molly walking into the room with fresh sandwiches for everyone. I had forgotten that it was still day time, considering what we had gone through felt like hours. But it was.

Since watching the memories, I found myself more understanding the witches and wizards I had come to know and befriend. They weren't anything like Loki, and had a more humane sense about them. I was glad that I could be in the presence of family and I found myself vowing to protect them all, despite only knowing them for a short time. Ginny however was different. She was becoming the little sister I never knew I needed, and I found myself in a similar situation. The last time I had wanted to protect something was when I was tasked to bring in Natasha. Thankfully, I made a different call and she became one of my closest friends. I just hoped that all things would go well and that we would end the threat that was coming after Jacinta.

The daughter of Lord Dickhead and Ugly Bitch wanted my friend dead. I think she will come to find that she's going to have a hard time achieving that goal. But before I could, there was something that I had wanted to do. My cellphone, which had been magicked by Ginny to stop it from interfering with further magic buzzed and I looked to see that I had gotten a text message. I smiled, before looking over at Tash, who as sitting on the edge of the sofa, a sandwich in her hand.

I walked over to Tash, pulling her aside.

"I'm angry. I need to vent."

"Me too…what do you have in mind?" She asked.

I gave her smile. "Well, it just so happens that my contact came through and I now have the whereabouts of one Vernon Dursley."

She smiled at me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

I tilted my head. "Well, think about it this way, I don't think Fury would say no to us borrowing his Quinjet. I think we need to vent a little. Shall we?"

"I thought you'd never ask."