Voldemort smirked at Dumbledore, "Seems as though you forgot something, Albus. Hosts always remember the memories before they are controlled."

"But the wedding?" I asked, confused. I looked down at my left hand and saw my wedding ring. "I don't remember my own wedding." I turned to Sirius, who was confused. "I don't remember anything. I came here to look at the cloak and when the memory ended, Dumbledore was here. How long's it been?"

"Four years," Remus said with his arm around a familiar looking girl. "It's the summer before Harry's fifth year. The Order just started up again."

My gaze flickered to Dumbledore, who was glaring at me. "You are going to join him?" Dumbledore hissed out.

"It's better than joining you!" I growled. "Killing my sister caused you to lose me."

He raised his wand a muttered something, but I dodged it easily. Green flash.

"You tried to KILL ME!" I shouted. "Who next? Sirius? Remus? Oh, let's try Harry."

Severus grabbed my arm to keep me from running at Dumbledore, spell ready to be shouted.

"The time will come," he said lowly.

I glared at Dumbledore and turned to Harry, "Harry, surely-"

"You traitor!" Harry bellowed.

I flinched back, "He killed your mother! You can look with your own eyes! Point your wand at the cloak and say Memorelgo Projecti."

Harry was hesitant, but did as I said. He pointed his wand at the cloak in the middle of the floor and shouted, "Memerelgo Projecti!"

A blinding white light shot out and hit the cloak, then the scene took over and Dumbledore growled at me as the Order stood transfixed, watching. I coudln't bear to watch it again. I had my wand pointed at Dumbledore and ready to strike. Once the memory ended, Harry gasped and looked disgustedly at Dumbledore. "How could you!"

"Because he wanted power," I explained, glaring at Dumbledore. "He taught us to believe the wrong things and to go against the ways we wished. We put innocent people in jail when the only crime they committed was protecting themselves from Dumbledore. From protecting themselves from manipulation. Something we've been subject to our whole lives."

"You got Peter to work for you, to go and tell you-know-who," Sirius growled, his arm tightening around my shoulders. "You brought him there and blamed their deaths on him."

Voldemort was laughing. "I believe this fight is between Dumbledore and I. We shall settle this ourselves, not with any interferrance."

I was about to protest, to just kill Dumbledore myself, but Voldemort gave me a vicious glare and I was silenced. Harry gestured for Sirius and I to come over by him and slowly, Sirius and I did so. I nodded to Remus's girl. "Who's she?"

"Nymphadora Tonks," Remus said.

I smiled at Tonks, "I know your mum, Tonks."

"She prefers to be called Tonks though," Remus finished lamely.

I giggled and then looked at Sirius, who was gazing at my wedding ring. "You seriously don't remember?"

I shook my head, "I'm so sorry. I remember nothing from when I ran out of living room until now."

"Nothing?" Sirius pleaded.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. I kissed his cheek and put my arms around his waists, hugging him.

"So you don't remember anything after the wedding? Nothing?" he asked again.

"Why?" I asked, pulling away. "Is there something I should remember?"

"Not now," Remus interrupted quickly. "After this is over, you can tell her."

Sirius looked at Remus for a second before nodding at me. "Please, just be careful."

I nodded, slowly and unsure. My attention was drawn back to Dumbledore and Voldemort as I heard and saw curses being cast. Harry was about to get drawn into the middle of it, but I rushed to his side, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. "Don't you dare."

He pulled from my grasp and into the middle of the fight. "Harry, no!"

I was grabbed and thrown backwards, into someone's chest while I helplessly watched Harry from the side, as he tried to bring down Dumbledore as well. A spell hit him in the chest and he was wrenched backwards, into the wall. I heard Ginny scream Harry's name as she tried to get to him, but Molly held her back. Ginny had changed as well.

I was too shocked to move. Harry wasn't moving, and I felt my eyes tear up. He can't be dead. If Harry was dead, Lily and my brother would be lost from the world forever. I turned around and felt the tears fall as I looked at Sirius. I buried my head into his chest and Sirius hugged me to him, but watched the battle over my shoulder.

"You've lost old man," Voldemort laughed coldly, causing my blood to chill and my back go rigid. I felt Sirius tense also.

"Oh, but this has just started, Tom. I have succeeded in one thing at least, and they've all helped me accomplish this somehow. I've succeeded in learning Harry's secrets, as well as yours, and I've succeeded in bringing down your people. At least all of them are dead, in prison, or insane, Tom. And the only ones I've know to have escaped is Pettigrew, Severus, and Croutch. Lucius and a few others act like they never were apart of your side."

"Once on my side, always on my side," Voldemort said cruelly. "The Mark is permanent and will always prevent you from controlling them, Albus."

"That may be so, but I can alter my magic in different ways than it is now. I can start to control your people again," Dumbledore said matter-of-factly.

"Not if I kill you first," Voldemort hissed, steadying his wand.

"You don't have it in you to kill me. You've looked up to me since you first discovered magic. You and I both know you don't have it in you."

"I've killed the woman I loved. I can kill you," Voldemort said softly and with a flourish of his wand, a green light shot out, only to have Dumbledore dodge it. It hit the wall and a picture frame fell from it. I never remembered having it there. It must have been something I did that I didn't remember.

"Avada Kedavra!" Dumbledore shouted. Voldemort barely dodged it and I gripped my wand, looking into Sirius's eyes.

"Do you trust me?" I whispered.

"With my life," he answered immediately, then backtracked. "Why?"

"Promise me you won't stop me," I said and without waiting for an answer, I pulled myself from his grasp and snuck along the back door of the room. I went to the bedroom next to my own and took the secret passage so that I'd be a few feet to Dumbledore's left, but he wouldn't be able to see me. There was a mirror there. I emerged from the wall and hid behind the mirror, my wand peeking through a hole I could barely see through.

"Avada Kedavra," I whispered. The green light caught Dumbledore off guard and another green light hit him square in the chest. As soon as Dumbledore fell, Ginny and I ran to Harry's side. I flipped him so that he was laying on his back and pressed my hand to his neck, feeling for a pulse.

"Come on, Harry," I begged. "Not you too. Not bloody you."

Ginny muttered a spell, trying to figure out what spell he was hit with. We both knew it wasn't the killing curse.

"I don't know!" Ginny cried. "Hermione!"

"It's a sleeping spell," Hermione said immediately as she knelt at my side. "I recognized it instantly. It puts the host in a deep sleep, only to be roused by something they want most."

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