This chapter is short, but necessary. I hope this answers any questions you have about the extent of Dumbledore and Voldemort's knowlege about Hermione. Only 2 chapter left now :)

Chapter Thirty Eight

Insanity Rules

Dumbledore sat back in his seat, stroking his beard as he became lost in his thoughts. He had been so busy focussing on destroying Voldemort's Horcuxes that he had underestimated the Lupus girl.

She was gaining supporters fast, how many he didn't know for sure. But he was sure that she hadn't marked them yet.

Dumbledore had been out the night before, ignoring the fact it was a full moon, and had been weaselling information out of Peter Pettigrew on where to find Voldemort.

If he wanted to win this war, he would have to join forces with Voldemort, it was the only way.

Dumbledore crossed the room to his pensive. He pulled it open and released a memory from its bottle, letting the white essence soak into the water of the Pensive.

After images began to swirl in the water, Dumbledore lent down and put his head into it. Into the memory he had forced out of the head of Harry Potter himself.

The setting swirled before coming into focus as a classroom. Professor Trelawney flitted around her students, trying to be all mystical and mysterious.

"Would you look at that? That Mudblood has joined us once more." The unmistakeable voice of the Malfoy Heir drawled.

Dumbledore looked up to see Hermione Lupus shoot a glare in her son's direction.

"It's not like I had a choice. Damned Dumbledore." Hermione muttered viciously.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. She had obviously been developing hatred and suspicion of him since then.

Harry smiled at her, shaking his head. "Mione, he means well." He told her.

Dumbledore smirked. He truly had Harry under his thumb.

The memory went on until Trelawney tried to use her 'mystical' nonsense on Hermione.

Hermione laughed coldly. "Sure, you always knew. Or did you know because our esteemed manipulating Headmaster told you so?" She snarled.

Dumbledore's eyes glazed with hate as he stared at the girl. This was not good at all.

His attention was drawn to the Greengrass girl's table as she began to recite the Prophesy which may prove to be his undoing.

"The Pure werewolf, hidden for years, will find herself facing hard months. No price will be too low, she shall suffer unimaginable horrors. Time will be set in reverse and she shall find love. The Pack of the white wolf shall be the only true knights. She shall rise up and defeat the Dark Lords, those ruled by power and insanity. The pure wolf has come to save us all."

Dumbledore scowled. He was clearly mentioned in the Prophesy and it was obviously Hermione who was to kill him.

"Who is this wolf supposed to protect us from?" Harry asked, drawing Dumbledore back to the conversation.

"I think Greengrass said something about the Dark Lords. But there is only one." Ron replied.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Hermione muttered under her breath. "Dumbledore is pretty manipulative."

Dumbledore pulled himself out of his pensive and narrowed his icy eyes at the surface of the memory as Hermione's darkened face with amber eyes flitted into view.

"Very observant Miss Lupus. But I will be the one to kill you, that I promise you." He spat, turning sharply on his heel and striding from the room.

In the Pensive, Hermione's amber eyes stared out at the Headmaster's office, the memory not doing justice to the piercing effect of the werewolf's eyes.

Voldemort sat on his makeshift throne in the dark ball room of Riddle Manor. News had gotten back to him the year before from one of his young Deatheaters of a second Prophesy.

It was said that he would be killed by a werewolf. Voldemort scoffed at the very idea. "No Half breed will kill me." He muttered.

But then again, she was no half breed. Voldemort had been there when said wolf was sent into the past. It was he who had accidently smashed her time turner, who had sent her into the past. It was he who had started the events of the Prophesy.

Voldemort hissed slightly, angered he could no longer turn to his familiar for comfort. Dumbledore had killed her along with his other Horcuxes. Voldemort shuddered as he realised he was now mortal.

A slow smirk came over his snake like face, making it even more terrifying. Dumbledore may have made him mortal, but Voldemort had repaid the favour.

Dumbledore had created his own Horcrux, one of the reasons he was still alive. His Horcrux had also resided in his familiar. The Phoenix known as Fawkes.

It had been hard killing the immortal bird, but a combination of a deadly poison which weakened the bird and a well placed Bombarda soon took care of him.

The doors were thrown open and Wormtail came into the room, snivelling some excuse or another.

"Wormtail! Enough of your excuses. Just tell me why you are here before I decide to Crucio you." Voldemort snapped.

"My Lord, Dumbledore is here." Wormtail told him, stuttering slightly and shivering.

Voldemort rose up higher on his throne, red eyes boring into the door. "Let him in."

Wormtail bowed and slipped from the room. Not long after he had left, Dumbledore walked through the doors.

"Tom." Dumbledore greeted with a stiff nod.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort returned.

"Please call me Albus. I have a proposition for you, Tom." Dumbledore began.

Voldemort leaned back slightly, intrigued. "Do go on."

"We both have a certain pest we wish to be rid of. I know Potter is also a concern, but with my help I believe we can be rid of them both. Together we can rule the Wizarding World." Dumbledore explained.

Voldemort began to mull over the offer. 'It will get rid of the problem of the two who can kill me. Besides, afterwards I can kill the doddering fool and create a new Horcrux from his death. So far, I see no downsides. It will double my army.' He thought.

Dumbledore watched his nemesis mull over his offer and let a sly smirk cover his face. 'After he has taken care of my problems, I can kill him. Once the Deatheaters have seen I have killed their master, I will rule them. And I can create a new Horcrux with his death. This is the perfect plan.'

"Alright. I accept your offer." Voldemort smirked. The two men sealed the deal with a handshake.

"Then tonight we attack." Dumbledore grinned.

Dumbledore and Voldemort stood side by side. Dumbledore's army were few, as most had left him to join Hermione, but that didn't stop the crazy old man. The Deatheaters sneered at his army, but Voldemort silenced them. Straightening up, both men led their armies towards Hogwarts, a see of White and Black side by side, merging to make grey.

Hermione sat in the Gryffindor tower, staring out of the window as she was prone to do every now and again. A sea of grey came into view, moving ever closer to the gates.

She could see Dumbledore and Voldemort at the front, leading them. She sighed and turned to Harry. "It's time. The final battle is upon us."

Please Read and Review. I hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully I can get the last two up soon. Bellatrix is coming up soon and you shall see how she reacts at seeing Hermione again. Next Chapter: The battle begins and Harry and Hermione fight Voldemort.