Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, so I don't own Harry Potter.

~*~*~Chapter Thirty-Five: The Right Thing to Do~*~*~

Larisa took aim at Harry with her wand.

"Remember, I don't want to do this..." She murmured, and Harry nodded. She made eye contact with Harry, then said the spell. "Legilimens!" Instantly, Larisa began to see images and memories that were not her own, many of which involved a very large seven year old chasing Harry around. There was one, however, that startled Larisa. Voldemort was punishing Avery, and he told Avery to go get Rookwood...

With a gasp, she took the spell off Harry and staggered backwards, hitting the door of Snape's office.

"The last memory...The one with Avery and Rookwood...What was it?" She gasped. Legilimency was quite painful to perform.

"Just...just a dream..." Harry said, his eyes wandering over to Snape, who was standing in the corner. "Just a dream."

"A-alright..." Larisa stuttered. She made eye contact with Harry again and rose her wand. "Legilimens!" Dementors began swarming around Harry, when suddenly they got very faint.

"Protego!" Harry shouted, and Larisa's wand jerked upwards until it was pointing at her. Suddenly, she was again at Bellatrix's trial, then she was going through the day Borislav attempted to kill her, and then it was the day Voldemort returned...

"Expelliarmus!" Larisa shouted, and Harry's wand shot out of his hand and stuck into the wall while Larisa toppled over. She slowly got to her feet while Harry went to go unstick his wand from the wall. Larisa leaned against the door and rubbed her forehead, trying to forget what had just happened. Snape got up from the chair in the corner and walked over to her.

"Do you want me to take over for a while?" He asked.

"Yes, please." Larisa said, rubbing her head. It seemed that Harry's accidental Legilimency had brought on a massive headache, and she was eager to sit down. Swaying a little, she staggered over to the chair Snape had been sitting in and sat down. She propped her elbows on her knees and rested her head in her hands, retreating into the dark corners of her mind. Suddenly, there was a loud scream from somewhere outside the room. Snape looked upwards at the ceiling, as did Larisa. "What the bloody hell is going on?" She said loudly, pulling her wand out. Snape turned to look at Harry.

"Did you see anything unusual on your way here, Potter?" Snape asked.

"No sir." Harry said, looking up at the ceiling as well. There was another scream, and Snape strode to the door and yanked it open, walking out of the office. Larisa hurried after him, and Harry followed. The screams were coming from the Entrance Hall, and Larisa hurried ahead of Snape, clattering up the spiral stairs that lead to the Entrance Hall. It was crammed full of teachers and students, who were all forming a ring around something. Larisa shoved her way through the crowd, her wand out. She knocked a couple of first year Hufflepuffs over as she broke through the crowd, and she saw Professor Trelawney standing in the centre of the ring, looking completely insane, obviously terrified of something. There were two trunks laying next to her, her shawls completely in dissaray. In one hand she held an empty sherry bottle, and in her other hand, her wand. Larisa followed Trelawney's gaze, and saw she was staring fixedly at Umbridge, who was smiling. An inexcusable urge to run at Umbridge and jinx her to jelly roared to life in Larisa, a rage that couldn't be contained. Larisa fought for control as her brain shot into a whirl, making her dizzy.

"This cannot be happening! I refuse to accept it!" Trelawney shrieked, tears pouring down her face.

"You didn't see this coming?" Umbridge simpered. "You can't even predict tomorrow's weather, you had pitiful performance in my examinations, it's a wonder you didn't see this coming."

"Y-you c-can't s-sack m-me! H-hogwarts is my h-home!" Trelawney sobbed as she sank onto one of her trunks.

"It was your home, but now you must leave. You are embarrassing us." Umbridge said loudly, when Larisa broke from the crowd and rushed over to Trelawney. Larisa was panting with insane rage, and she wouldn't be surprised if smoke was coming out of her ears. "Now WHAT do you think you are doing, Miss Rei?"

"What's right." Larisa spat, hatred and anger laced in her voice. Her pupils contacted as she sat on the trunk next to Trelawney. She hugged her, and Trelawney sobbed harder than ever. McGonagall came rushing over and pat Trelawney on the back, handing her a handkerchief.

"There there, Sybill, it's alright. You are not going to have to leave Hogwarts."

"Oh really, Professor?" Umbridge snarled, taking a few steps forward. Larisa couldn't take it anymore, and she stood up.

"You can't do this, ma'am. You have no right. The power to send teachers away from Hogwarts lies with the Head, and last I checked, you're not the Headmistress of this place." Larisa snarled, her left eye twitching dangerously. "YOU'RE the one who is embarrassing this school, so why don't you remove yourself?" There was a sharp intake of breath from the crowd, and Umbridge looked as though she was ready to pull her wand out and curse Larisa, when the front doors opened, and Dumbledore stood in the door frame, his eyes sweeping the Entrance Hall.

"Miss Rei is correct, Dolores. You have every right to sack the teachers, but you cannot send them away from the school." Dumbledore said. "Minerva, will you please escort Sybill back upstairs?"

"Of course. Up you get, Sybill." Professor McGonagall said, pulling Trelawney to her feet. Larisa took Trelawney's other arm, and she and McGonagall lead Trelawney up the stairs.

"Thwarted again, Professor." Larisa hissed as they passed Umbridge.

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Voldemort circled around Sophia, was was kneeling on the ground.

"My Lord-" She began to say, when there was a loud bang, and she fell silent.

"Listen to me, Sophia. I won't have it." Voldemort snarled. Sophia shuddered a little, getting ready to employ Occlumency. "You know full well what I am talking about?" He wove his wand, and Sophia was able to speak.

"Y-yes, my Lord. I know." She gasped. Sophia couldn't hardly believe herself, she was scared. She normally wasn't called upon by the Dark Lord to be yelled at, but now...

"Then WHAT am I talking about?" Voldemort said in a very soft, deadly voice.

"L-larisa." Sophia stammered, truly fearful now.

"Yes. Your daughter, a pureblooded desendant of two very old family lines, one who should be glad to join up with the Death Eaters, one who should want to stamp out mudbloods, has broken rule of mine. A very important rule." Voldemort said, circling around Sophia again. Sophia started to shake a little, but she kept her face unreadable. "Do you know what that rule is?"

"No, my Lord."

"Are you aware that your daughter is in love?" Voldemort spat, and Sophia froze. "Yes, your feeble mind couldn't see it coming."

"H-how did you find out?" Sophia asked, instantly regretting it as the Cruciatus Curse hit her full on. When the curse was taken off of her, Sophia felt as though she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She never wanted to cry again.

"Get up." Voldemort spat, and Sophia scrambled to her feet. "Now, can you wrap your mind around this task I am going to give you?" Sophia nodded rapidly, wanting to get out of Voldemort's presence. "As you know, I am planning to break into the Ministry of Magic. Of course, Larisa will be forced to come. Now, your task is to kill her once we have the prophecy." There was a very loud silence as Voldemort's words sank in.

"Yes, my Lord." Sophia said after five minutes of silence.

"Now get out of my sight." Voldemort snarled, and Sophia turned on the spot and Disaparated.

In May, 1980, the Last will be born.
Different than the rest, but many traits the same as the one before.
Skilled she will be, like the one before.
She will survive the attack when she is five,
but at a horrible price ten years later,
yet bringing her special abilities, not at all like the one before.

Oh noes.