Little Seer

by HuskyWalker

Voldemort won the first war. Harry is happy to live as an unnoticed squib at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, visions and rebels don't allow that and Harry soon catch the attention of the dark lord.

37. Chapter 37

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"Shit!" Harry cursed when he saw spells heading straight towards them. Whatever spell Lupin used was drowned in the noise, but a piece of the wall next to one of the younger werewolves was ripped off and placed in front of their group, shielding them from incoming attacks.

"Those people are crazy." Harry concluded, watching as a few werewolves broke off and attacked as soon as their makeshift shield broke under the onslaught of spells, and proceeded to tear their attackers apart, limb by limb. It didn't matter that Lupin was the only one in this group with a wand, the rest of them were a force to be reckoned even without the aid of a twig and fancy words.

Whatever Dumbledore wanted to achieve with this attack, the old goat would have to fight to get it.

Harry gritted his teeth as one of the werewolves fell, taking his opponent down with him. While they had superior strength, there were spells created for the specific purpose to take them down.

Harry glared at the wizards as he was stuck in the middle of their group, hidden under the Invisibility Cloak together with Diablo. Greyback had ordered it, claiming that it would be easier for them if the enemy didn't know that they had a squib walking in their midst. And while Harry could see the logic in his reasoning, it irked him to be told that he was basically useless in this kind of situation.

Harry wanted to do something, but Greyback had made it clear that he was supposed to stay unnoticed; he supposed hurling potions on them wouldn't help him to do that. And it was hard to get a clean shot when people continually stepped in front of him.

The fact that Lupin hadn't moved from his side further irked Harry. It was like the man didn't trust Harry's ability to take care of himself. Lupin might be a spy for Voldemort but Harry didn't trust him the least.

He still couldn't believe that they were unable to leave the same way as the pack had entered. Apparently, the goblins had made the tunnel with the intention of one day invading the Ministry, and when they did so, they would either be certain of victory, or they would be facing their certain death.

Harry didn't like the thought of leaving the fight to others, even if Greyback's arrival proved that Voldemort knew about this invasion, or whatever he was supposed to call this. But he was time after time being proved a burden rather than useful.

Harry crashed into Greyback's back as the board shouldered man stopped rather abruptly, the werewolf giving no sign that he noticed it as Harry jumped back with a hasty muttered curse. He had already discovered that these people were willing to give up their lives to keep him alive, only causing Harry to want to get out of here all the sooner.

It didn't help that he was in one of the places he least of all wanted to be. At current time Harry was absolutely convinced that some greater force was out for him. Why else should he be in the Ministry the day the rebels attacked? It was the only reasonable explanation Harry could think of.

A hand around his arm yanked Harry out of the course of a stray curse, done so fluently that only a keen observer would know that there was an invisible person in the werewolves' midst, and for once Harry thanked his luck that the Order members were too occupied to take notice of that kind of details.

"Stay close to me if you don't wanna be trampled down, pup." Greyback's whole body was tensed, as if ready to jump, the longing to join the ongoing fight shone from him but the alpha had so far made an effort to keep Harry safe between him and Lupin, and it didn't look like he would be changing tactic any time soon.

"Tell the damn furball, that if he keeps yanking us around like this, I'll be sick. And if that happens, he will be bitten." Harry wasn't sure if Diablo could vomit, but he dutifully gave the message to Greyback. If nothing else, it might stop Diablo's body from tightening around his own body to the point of strangulation.

Grunting, Greyback kept glancing sideways at him, unnerving Harry with the fact that the werewolf was able to pinpoint his exact location each time despite the cloak he was wearing. It had to be because of those noses of theirs. "This is going to slow."

Harry got no warning before he was swept up and placed on Greyback's back. Instinctively, Harry wrapped arms and legs around the other, the only thing that stopped him from falling off when Greyback jumped forward and joined into the fight, closely followed by Lupin.

He clung tightly when Greyback landed among their attackers, taking one of the nearest out with a blow to the head that sent the man crashing into a wall and he didn't get up again after hitting the floor.

Harry buried his head into Greyback's shoulder, concentrating on not falling off. He knew they made a strange sight; the cloak no longer able to hide him fully through the hood was staying up. Subtlety had been forsaken in favour of moving faster.

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The Master suit had been claimed by him when they had decided to use Grimmauld Place as headquarter. Sirius hadn't protested, opting to stay out of his childhood home as much as possible while he had still been alive.

The death of the last Black had been a deviating hit to them. With Sirius' execution they had suffered. Despite being a so-called traitor, the Black name had power, and they had received much silent support, such as information and resources, and those whom had been less inclined to cooperate had been convinced, if nothing else than because of some debt of another they had owned to the old pureblood family.

All that had been lost with Sirius' death, but Dumbledore had seen a light at the end of the tunnel. Nymphadora's pregnancy couldn't have come at a more convenient time. It was cute that she thought she could keep it a secret but the runes Alastor had engraved around the door let him know the status of those who entered through that way. He had not known who the father was; Nymphadora had been just as tight-lipped about this as the existence of her child. Since she hadn't shared the news with anyone it would have worked in his favour.

It wouldn't have been hard to make people believe that the child was Sirius', inbreeding was far from a rarity among Purebloods, and there had hardly been an age difference to speak of.

He had been so sure that Nymphadora would cooperate with the plan, it was for the good of them all, including herself and her unborn child. As for the farther, he would either see the brilliance of the plan, or he would be oblivated. The Order of the Phoenix was needed to opposite Tom, and to be able to do so they needed resources to survive.

It had been his plan to talk with Nymphadora after her stint to Gringott's, he had figured that she would be more agreeable after a successful mission.

But Nymphadora had not returned from her mission. If rumours were to be believed, she was in Hogwarts, and not in one of the cells he knew Slytherin had had built in the depth of his dungeon. In one night he had lost Harry and the young Malfoy, both valuable in their own way. To add salt to the injury they had not gotten the Horcrux that was supposed to be in Gringotts.

It was a few days later he had learned that Remus had left, answering Albus' question about who the father of the child was. Thinking back he concluded that it was for the best that he had let Nymphadora go. If the child inherited its father's taint, it would have been useless to his plans.

They had taken several hits lately, mostly those whom had been sent out for the Horcruxes, and managed to destroy the abnormalities, too many in his opinion. Thus he had decided that it was time to do something that surely would lift the spirit of his people, such as getting a prophecy. Once they heard that Neville was destined to defeat Tom, Albus knew that they would regain their fighting spirit.

Nodding to himself, the old wizard popped a lemon drop into his mouth. Yes, everything would go along nicely, while those inside the Ministry would be busy dealing with the attackers that set off the bombs, a smaller fraction would be sneaking into the Department of the Mysteries to snatch the prophecy before leaving unnoticed. If everything went smoothly, they would be back again soon.

The door slammed open, sending Dumbledore into a coughing fit as he swallowed the sweet. "Headmaster Dumbledore, Minerva just sent a Patronus, Harry Potter's in the Ministry!"

Coughing fit forgotten, Dumbledore stood, sending his chair crashing to the floor. "Are you sure, Peter?" The last of the living and loyal Marauders nodded, breathing harshly, as if he had run the whole way to deliver the news to him.

"Yes, sir." Busy thinking over what this meant, Dumbledore missing the disapproving glanced Fawkes sent the other wizard.

"This is an opportunity we cannot afford to miss. Assemble those you can, I'll go ahead." Dumbledore Apparated out of the office. Now where Alastor was no longer there to nag him about constant vigilance, he had changed the wards so he could Apparate in and out as he wanted to. It was an advantage to have a quick escape in case that he should ever need it.

With the leader's sudden departure, Peter became very aware of the attention he was getting from the remaining occupant in the room. Raising his hands to show that he meant no harm, Peter took a step backwards. "Nice bird, what a fine bird you are, nice bi-" Hissing, the phoenix spread it wings and the temperature rose a few degrees.

Forgetting all about a slow retreat, Peter turned around and ran out of the room, barely remembering to close the door, though it would not do any good if the phoenix decided to give chase. He didn't know if phoenixes ate rats, but just to be sure, he would refrain from turning around it.

Fawkes twittered before tugging his head under his wing, satisfied that the vermin was no longer sullying the room with its presence.

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"Go horsey, faster!" Harry buried his face in Greyback's shoulder, trying to hold back the laughter that treated to spill. If he had known that Diablo was an adrenaline junkie, he would have taken the snake out flying.

Somehow, Greyback knew that Diablo was insulting him. "Tell that overgrown worm that if I hear one more hiss from him, I'll use him as dental floss." Not knowing whether Greyback was serious, Harry dutifully relied the message.

"So what, this is good. I'm the world's fastest snake." Giving it up as a lost cause Harry decided to keep quiet. Other than to stop annoying others, Harry failed to see why Diablo had to stuff it. With all the noise they caused themselves one had to be deaf to not know that they were there.

When Greyback lurched to the side, Harry had to concentrate on holding on to not be thrown off when a spell hit where Greyback had been about to step. "Where do those fuckers keep coming from?" Greyback growled to no one in particular as he almost danced sideways to avoid another curse, doing his best not to turn around so Harry would be open for the attacks.

The part of the corridor they were in held nothing they could use as cover, leaving them completely exposed to the attackers, who were busy keeping them at bay while attacking at the same time. Seeing one of the werewolves fall after being stuck while trying to get close, Harry tensed his legs muscles. Going back would get them nowhere, and who was to say that there was no one following them?

It was a core and a half to not fall off when he let go of Greyback in favour of sticking his hands into his pockets. "What do you think you're doing, pup? Get your hands back where they belong!" Ignoring the order, and the snickers he was sure he heard coming from Diablo, Harry continued digging.

Two more had fallen when Harry returned to clinging to Greyback as he had previously been doing. "Hurry up and throw this!" He held the vial, its contents already bubbling, in front of Greyback's face.

Luckily, no time was wasted asking questions. Greyback simply grabbed the vial, which looked comically small in his hand, and threw it. By some stroke of strange luck none of the spells hit the vial as it sailed through the air. It was above the rebels' heads when the vial exploded sending shards of glass and potion flying everywhere with more force than such a small thing should contain.

Screams sounded as they were hit. Harry watched as the four wizards withered in pain, lying on the floor. Harry stared wide-eyed, seeing the effect of the potion for the first time outside the books. There was made a quick work out of them, probably more a mercy kill than anything else as their necks were snapped. The one closest to him had half of his face burned away before his neck was broken.

"What was that?" Lupin looked rather green around the gills before turning to face Harry. "What kind of things is it that Snape has you brewing, Harry?"

Ignoring that Lupin was using his name without permission Harry rubbed the back of his head. "Meh, Doxycide. The label does say that it's not supposed to be shaken."

"...They should make the warning bigger." Greyback merely grunted, stepping over one of the already cooling bodies, a signal for them to continue onwards. Harry rested his head on Greyback's shoulder, slightly annoyed that he was being carried like some invalid. But as they moved onwards, he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the same speed as those people, at least not without the assistance of a broom and with the twists and turns those corridors did, Harry had a feeling that it would be no ease thing to do.

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"Stay still, kitty, Crucio!" The annoyance that had once been her Transfiguration professor animated another one of those stone figures, which Bellatrix wasted no time to blow to kingdom to come. Seriously, why did they have those kinds decorating the Ministry? They weren't pretty and had absolutely no use.

Unless there was a Transfiguration professor set on teaching her former pupil a lesson.

Once this was over with, she would suggest a makeover of the whole place, and with a little luck her Lord would allow her to stand for it.

Crackling, Bellatrix drew back, dancing towards the opening left when the elevator had fallen with its precious cargo, only to be forced back again when a stone head of a griffin hit where she had been just seconds before.

Once again MewGonnagall stepped in her way. "What is the matter, kitty, can't take a little resistance?" McGonagall looked rather rattled, her hair bun undone and smudges of dirt smeared out all over her.

To her great annoyance, McGonagall just smiled, as if Bellatrix was still one of her students. "I remember when you were my student, transfiguration was never one of your strong points, you preferred Defence Against the Dark Arts. If I recall correctly, you said that it was because you didn't have to sit still in those lessons. Speculum Pila!"

In high speed glass formed and shot up round them and closed above their heads, closing in the two witches and cutting them off from the rest of the world. Curious Bellatrix reached out and tapped a long nail against the glass, giggling at the clear tone it made. "Oh, such a pretty bowl. What good do you think showing off your skills will do you?"

"Lady Lestrange, while I appreciate your praise I did not do this to impress you. By studying your way of duelling, I have come to the conclusion that you belong to the group of fighters whom rely a great deal on their mobility under a duel. By restricting the space, I've made it less possible for you to pull one of your normal stunts." Now she remembered why it was that she had spent most of her Transfiguration lessons asleep, McGonagall liked to lecture and she was so, so boring to listen to.

Whirling her wand between her fingers with a lazy grin, Bellatrix turned so she was fully facing the other witch. "How about I show you some of my skill? Aguamenti!" A powerful jet of water shot from the tip of her wand, narrowly missing McGonagall moved out of the way before she could be hit. Bellatrix made the spray of water follow her, having to concentrate as to not be knocked off her feet by the force of it. The constant attack stopped McGonagall from making a counter attack but that was not the only reason to why she was keeping up the constant spray of water.

It was up to their waists, making it hard for both witches to keep moving around. "Don't you know that cats don't like water, 'fessor?" Faster than the professor could dodge, Bellatrix ended the spell she had been using only to shot off another one right after that which hit the old witch square in the chest. Bellatrix giggling, watching as McGonagall was shrunk and forced into her animagus form.

A wet and very disgruntled looking cat was glaring up at her, swimming hectically to keep its head above the water. "What a sweet little kitty you make." She cooed at the enraged cat, but quickly turned her attention elsewhere. The witch was no threat in this form, and she absent minded brushed away some blood from the cut on her cheek before lighting up in a delighted grin.

"My Lord, over here, I'm right here!" Not sure whether she had been heard, and completely ignoring those who had arrived with the Dark Lord, Bellatrix waved to catch his attention and started jumping, sending water flying and creating waves inside the glass bowl.

As a proof of her Lord's greatness, not that she needed one because there was a reason to why she was his most loyal follower, the Dark Lord noticed her right away, heading towards her, while sending those who dared to step in his way or attempt to delay him, to their deaths.

Soon enough she had her Dark Lord standing in front of her, this strange glass being the only thing that separated them. Bellatrix had already attempted a few spells, but so far she had not even been able to make a scratch in the glass.

The Dark Lord looked unimpressed, managing to do so without even changing his facial expression, and Bellatrix hung her head. It would not surprise her if her Lord let her stay in here as a punishment instead of allowing her to join the fight, especially when he learned that she had failed him so badly.

Her head snapped around when sharp claws dug into her shoulder. Lips twisted into a sneer, Bellatrix pointed her wand, feeling the feline freeze in realisation of the situation she had put herself into. Perhaps her Lord would be less disappointed with her if she took care of this vermin? "Avada Kedavra." A green light shot from the end of her wand, hitting the cat before McGonagall had a chance to move out of the way.

The animagus' muscles relaxed instantly and she fell into the water with a splash when Bellatrix shock her robes to free it from its burden.

She looked up again, only to find her Lord pointing his wand at her. Bellatrix didn't move. If her Lord wanted to punish her, it would only prolong the punishment. No sound reached her despite the fact that she could see her Lord's lips moving.

Bellatrix squealed in delight when cracks formed and spread on the glass that was holding her captive.

The glass broke, releasing the water and it moved with a speed and force that knocked the nearest ones off their feet before they realised what was happening, her Lord looking entirely unaffected by the sudden onslaught of water and now where she was looking, his robes were completely dry, as if the water hadn't touched him.

As expected of her Dark Lord.

The tide of the fighting had been turned with the newly arrived help. Those at level five weren't used to duelling or fighting, and thus hardly had been a challenge against the resistance. But now where her Dark Lord and fellow Death Eaters, easily recognised with their white masks and black robes, were there and taking over the control, the rebels were being forced back by their sheer number.

Much like a puppy eager for its master's approval, Bellatrix stood in front of her Dark Lord, waiting for his order. "Where is he?"

Her grin fell. She had known that it would come up, yet it still angered her to know that she had failed the mission her Lord had bestowed her with. And she had grown to like her dearest nephew, though he was so sweet and defenceless, like a small animal, it gave her all the more reason to go all out when it came to defend him.

"He was in the elevator when it fell. McGonagall delayed us, but Rabastan and Rodolphus followed after while I stayed behind to take care of the trash." She reported, feeling the urge to shift on the spot under her Lord's unwavering look.

He strolled past her and stepped over the dead cat without signifying it with as much as a glance. "Stay here and clean up the rest of this mess." He stopped by the opening the elevator had left behind. "Well done." Not sure if she had heard correct, Bellatrix swirled around but her Lord had already taken the last step and had started his descent.

With a wide grin, Bellatrix danced over to the opening and leaned as far forward she could without losing her balance. "Make sure that he's okay, my Lord!" Not sure if she had been heard as her Lord had already been swallowed by the darkness, turning into the black smoke that allowed him to travel faster than if he had merely been levitating himself down, Bellatrix turned around and headed towards the nearest fighters, intending to burn off some of the pent up energy she was feeling.

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"I'm sorry, sir, but my orders is to make sure that you do not join the fight, sir." The young menace of a Healer apprentice was blocking his way forth with his own body. Under normal circumstances, he would have found such behaviour annoying but now Severus was debating the quickest way to eliminate this miserable excuse of a person.

The young man emitted a strangled sound under the heat of his glare but stubbornly stayed in the doorway. "Make use of yourself and go heal some of those idiots who thought it was a good idea to go for their wand when they hardly know how to use one. I am done here." He had already checked over the injured and, not spotting the familiar mop of black bird nest, had concluded that there was no reason for him to stay here.

The Dark Lord may have ordered him to take hand of those, but he was not a Healer, and the injuring were already being carted to St Mungo's, bare those who could not be afforded to be moved. Those had Healers working on them, while others were standing guard, attempting to keep the fighting at a bay.

If Harry was not among the wounded ones, it meant that he was out there and getting into more trouble which Severus would have to save him from. Severus refused to think that there could be other reasons to why Harry would not be where he could see him.

"Levicorpus, Langlock!" Faster than the menace could react, Severus had him hanging head down from ceiling far above his head, and the imbecile's tongue glued to the roof of his mouth so he would not slur more insanities.

Holding his wand ready, Severus let his dark gaze wander over those staring at him, face impassive at their fearful expression. "Now, if there is no one else who wants to attempt stopping me, I will go and look for my son." With that, Severus strode of, satisfied that no one seemed interested in trying to hinder his task.

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"Any idea to what we do now?" Harry's question was met with silence from his companions.

He understood their silence. Hogwarts had many strange rooms, some which only appeared on certain days, or only let you in after completing some strange ritual. Some rooms changed their contents, or shifted to random parts of the room as they wanted to.

Still, he could not claim to have stumbled over a room which started to spin as soon as the door closed behind you so one would not know which one they had entered through.

Lupin sniffed, moving cautiously from one door to another as he repeated the process with each of them. He stopped in front of one door, taking a piece of chalk from his pocket and drew a smiley on the door. "This is the one we entered through. What is our next course of action, alpha?" Lupin asked as the remains of their small group all turned their attention to their proclaimed alpha.

Harry didn't need to look at Greyback's face to know that the cogs inside his head were turned. "We go through that door!" Not bothering to wait and hear if others and better suggestion, Greyback flung the door open so it smacked into the wall and left a small dent in it.

Both Harry and Diablo stretched, curious to why Greyback was making no move to step inside the long and rectangular room. The only light was provided by the lamps hanging down from the ceiling on golden chains. There were a few desks that looked to have been abandoned in haste as papers were spread over their surfaces, but Harry found his eyes seeking out the enormous glass tank the desks surrounded.

Pearly white brains drifted around in the deep green liquid. Dismissing the human brains, whatever experiment the Unspeakables were doing with them was much likely not of his interest, Harry found himself far more interested in the liquid. Perhaps it was some kind of potion, but he didn't recognise it.

He would have to mention this to Severus. Together they could sit down and work out a plan for how they would get back here and see what else that might interest them that was being hidden from them.

Before he could wiggle down from Greyback's back so he could get a closer look at the potion, and possible also a sample for further examination, the door was slammed closed and the room was spinning. "Why did you do that? I wanted to take some of it home with me." Harry complained, looking at the two doors now bearing a smiley.

"It's just brains. If you don't have enough of your own, I will gladly smash a few heads and you can start your own collection."

It was only when his hand was grabbed after making contact with Greyback's head that he realised that it might not have been his best idea. Swallowing he returned the glare he received head on. "It's the liquid, not the brains, I'm interested in. What am I supposed to do with someone else's brain when I have my own?" Harry shook his head, seriously confused by the offer, but at least Greyback let go of his hand with merely a grunt as an answer.

Honestly, why should he be interested in brains when there was an unknown potion nearby?

Harry drew his hand back, flexing his fingers to make sure that everything was as it was supposed to be.

"Shall I bite him? I will gladly do it, my teeth are itching." Taken back by Diablo's sudden offer, Harry showed the snakes head back under the cloak, feeling it was the best option currently. Greyback was looking rather close to snapping, and Harry was not interested in seeing whether the werewolf genes could be transferred to other specimens. Luckily, Diablo merely grumbled something Harry decided he was better off not listening to.

The next door opened, showing cases and cases, with strange mist-filled orbs lined up on the shelves. This time it was Harry who wanted the door closed. The small hairs on his arms were standing, though it might have something to do with the cool air coming through the opening and nothing with the sense of dread he was feeling. He had a pretty good idea of what kind of room this one was, and he had no real wish of going in there.

"This is the room." When Greyback made to go inside, Harry gripped the doorframe with both his hands, refusing to let go of it and forcing Greyback to stop. "What do you think you're doing pup?" Hands grabbed his, trying to pry his fingers away from the wood so they could move on.

"I'm not going in there!"

Harry's glare didn't lessen even as Lupin let go of him. "And why not?" Greyback's question made Harry pause, pursing his lips in thoughts. He couldn't put a finger on it, but something about the room filled him with trepidation though he seemed to be the only one affected by it.

"Something about it just doesn't feel right." Harry finally mumbled, knowing that he would have to say something if he wanted them to listen to him.

"Did you see something?" He had to shake his head at Lupin's question, unsure of how he was supposed to voice this feeling.

His hands were grabbed and Greyback turned round, forcing Harry to let go with his legs unless he wanted to end in an awkward position. With a glare at Lupin who was holding him, Harry wrenched himself free, turning back to Greyback who had bend down so they were on eye-level. "Our main aim is to get you to safety. The elevators don't work, so we have to do something else. If the idiot, whose head we busted in, is right then there should be an exit in there in case of an emergency."

"Fine, then let us get moving." Harry didn't even attempt to put cheer into his voice. He didn't like the idea one bit, but at least it seemed better than staying here.

This time Greyback made no move to pick him up. "Just stay close. I don't wanna go looking for your arse if everything goes to Hell." A hand pulled his hood up so Harry completely obscured from view. "Forward." As one they moved, Harry stayed behind Greyback but not on his heels.

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"I would say that it is safe to assume that they have found each other." From behind him Rabastan hummed, stepping closer so he could have a better look at the corpse Rodolphus was kneeling by.

"What makes you so sure of that?"

It was when such questions left his brother's mouth he wondered why his parents had bothered to get another child after him. "These." He made a gesture to the bodies spread across the hallway. "Bear signs of being killed by physical strength. Why bother doing that when there are spells which are much easier to use? But if you look closer at the corpses, you'll see that their skin has been melted away at some places. My guess would be that Harry got a little trigger happy with some of his potions."

There were remains of the potion and shattered pieces of glass spread around which only supported his statement.

Rabastan let out another humming sound, clearly not interested in someone who was already dead. But so far it was the state the people they had run into so far had been in. "So, are they just running around, or do you think there is a purpose?"

To this Rodolphus could only shrug. After spending so much time around his sister-in-law, he had learned that sometimes it was best not to assume anything, that way you were least likely to be taken by surprise when something was bound to happen. Their purpose was to locate Harry and bring him to safety, if those werewolves were doing the same thing, then it was just as well.

Getting on his feet Rodolphus spelled his robes clean of blood and mess. "We better get moving. If our Lord find out that we are dwelling around, our last punishment will be nothing like the one we will receive this time." Both shivered at the memory. Being skinned because they had failed their task to protect the seer and then having their skin re-grow was far from an enjoyable experience.

"True, true, onward we go." As his brother started skipping, Rodolphus followed along in a more moderated tempo. Bellatrix had rubbed off on his brother more than he had expected, but he himself looked rather forward to get the chance to make heads roll.

Neither brother had noticed it when black smoke passed over their heads while they were occupied with studying the corpses, passing around the corner ahead of them just as they were ready to continue their search for their missing charge.

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A spell flew over his head as Harry ducked, hitting and shattering the shelf behind him. Not bothering to locate the caster, Harry scrambled away on all four, thankful that Diablo was so tightly wound around him that the snake didn't hinder his movements.

They hadn't been prepared to meet others inside the Hall of Prophesies. Somehow, the rebels had managed to hide their presence in a way so not even the werewolves' sharp senses were able to pick up on their presence. Thus they hadn't been prepared when facing attacks from multiply directions. Harry had been pushed into the middle of their small group as soon as the first spell flew, but after that all resemblance to order had been dissolved.

After being separated when Greyback tore off, his golden eyes shining with blood lust, Harry had decided that he was better off dealing with this on his own, and had slipped away from Lupin, who apparently was his self-appointed guard.

A little away from where he was Harry spotted one of the younger werewolves whom had been accompanying Greyback to here. He had had no opportunity to ask for his name, but he couldn't be much older than himself. Right now the werewolf had his face buried into someone's larynx, tugging at it and sending blood flying as he did so.

Harry turned his gaze away, deciding that he had seen enough and did not need to test if he could keep his stomach's contents if he kept looking.

It would probably be sensible to get close to one from the pack, they couldn't all be lost to reason, and continue to search for the exit that was supposed to be around here.

But Harry had never claimed to belong to the sensible sort. He was much more interested in figuring out what the resistance was doing down here. It wasn't hard to figure out that what happened upstairs was meant as a distraction. Dumbledore didn't do anything without reason, even if it was only him who could see it.

As much as he hated to admit it, prophecies held a certain amount of power, at least as long as people believed in those. In Harry's opinion, every man and woman out on the street could make a prophecy. But when others started to believe in what was being said, it gained importance. And he knew of one prophecy down here which Dumbledore would like his followers to hear and believe in.

The headache hit him with the force of a bludger, sending Harry back onto his knees as he had been about to stand. With a pained grunt he grabbed his head, fingers entangling into his hair as images washed over him with a power that threatened to sweep him away.

Well aware that he was rooted in place, Harry saw shelves with mist filled, dusty glass orbs pass him with an almost neck breaking speed. It all bleed together into a blur until it stopped with a jerk, allowing him to look at the shelf he found himself in front of.

Row number 97.

He moved again, stopping when he was right in front of one of the orbs.

S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D

Dark Lord

And (?) Neville Longbottom

A pale and slightly chubby hand with dirt under the short nails reached into his field of vision, grabbing the orb and withdrawing.

When he tried to turn to follow the hand, Harry found himself back in his body. Surprised, he jerked, ramming his head into a shelf and sending the orbs falling to the floor with a crash. "Crap!"

It didn't go unnoticed, as much as Harry had hoped for otherwise. He threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding a curse that hit where he had just been, and wasted no time moving on.

Following the numbered shelves, Harry moved much slower than he liked to, to ensure that he stayed covered all the time. As previously proved, people paid much more attention to their opponents than to their surroundings.

"There is someone here." Diablo's voice right into his ear made Harry pay more attention to his surroundings. Trying to calm his breathing he moved forward, trying to move more careful than before. Though away from the main part of the fighting people, the noise of it still reached them not helping on Harry's nerves. While it helped him to go unnoticed, it also worked as a smoke screen for anyone else whom might be around.

He would just get the prophecy and then find a way to hightail out of this place.

At row number 97 Harry stopped, relief sweeping though him at seeing that the small orb was still there. So he hadn't been too late, but if he stayed for much longer, it might change.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." Harry's hand paused, his fingers just short of touching the glass orb. He certainly hadn't expected for him to be around here.

"I think it has already been proved that we couldn't be less alike." He couldn't keep a brief touch of bitterness out of his voice, his eyes wandering around as he tried to locate the other. Was it only one other, or was there more around? His own position had already been given away by his hand sticking out from under the cloak. But he didn't move. If they tried anything, he could at least knock the orb off the shelf and hope that it would be crushed.

In fact, that didn't sound like such a bad idea now where he was thinking about it.

A heavy sigh came from his left, and Harry twisted slightly at how close it sounded. What he wouldn't give to know where they were. He was quite sure that Diablo would warn him if there was more than one, but even the snake could be tricked by magic. If not for the slight movements against his body, he would have been inclined to believe that Diablo had fallen asleep.

As if reading his thoughts, Harry heard someone move, and shortly after Neville's face came into view where he had heard the sigh. He looked ragged, even more than the last time Harry had seen him. "That's not what I meant. No one can remove a prophecy without consequences but the ones who are in them." Harry didn't speak, merely frowning as he thought of those he had seen being smashed. Of course, he hadn't been in direct contact with those glass orbs, so for all he knew Neville might be speaking the truth.

It also meant that he couldn't simply snatch the prophecy and make off with it. "Then you pick it up." Pulling his hand back, Harry stepped aside so Neville could come to.

Nothing happened when Neville picked up the orb, allowing Harry to let out a small breath he had been holding. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting to happen, perhaps some lighting to start, or the sound of thunder? No matter what it seemed rather anti-climatic watching Neville stand and stare down on the orb in his hand.

"Thanks, I'll be taking care of it for you." But Neville didn't hand the orb over even as Harry held out his hand for it. By the way Neville was still staring into the strange mist inside the thing in his grip, Harry was quite sure that the other hadn't heard a word of what he had just said. "Neville, hand it over." Harry put some force into his words, stepping closer with his hand still out, hoping that Neville wouldn't try to resist him if he had to take the prophecy from the other teen.

But it seemed like Neville had forgotten all about his presence, at least until he started speaking. "It is fascinating how something so insignificant looking can wreck so much havoc. Because of this thing my whole life has been like this. Having to bear the expectations of others and their disappointment when I failed to do so. Both of your parents died because of this thing, and, if circumstances had been different, we would probably both have been brought up with the intention of making sure that the prophecy would be fulfilled."

Finally, Neville looked up at him, blinking as if he had just broken out of some strange trance, traces of emptiness still visible on his face. It made unpleasant shivers run down his spine seeing Neville like this, Harry couldn't recall seeing something like that on Neville's face before.

"I think it's best you take it."

Harry blinked, the only way he was able to express his surprise at the rather sudden turn this seemed to have taken. Just seconds before he had been quite convinced that he would have to wrestle the prophecy away from Neville if he wanted it, and now he was being offered it for free. It smelled rather fishy to Harry. "Why should I?"

Confusion washed over Neville's face, staying only long enough for Harry to see it before it was gone again. The seer stared avidly at his friend, still unsure if what had caused this sudden change and vary that Neville might decide to pull one on him. "Why?"

This time Neville needed no more prodding to start speaking. "I am a selfish person." Neville said with a sad smile, as if his words were meant to himself rather than anyone else. "I never wanted to be a part of this, and if people hear this prophecy, this web around me will only tighten. So, perhaps it's for the best if I simply disappear."

"You aren't planning anything stupid, are you?" Despite everything, Neville was his friend. And with how Neville was acting, he might very well be planning to commit suicide.

"Don't worry, Great Britain just doesn't seem all that safe to someone who is on the top three of You-Know-Who's list of people to kill."

"If Voldemort really has such a list, I think that you are nearer the bottom of top fifty. Of course, with the speed he can work through such a thing, it might not matter where on such a list one is." Harry mostly mumbled the last bit to himself, not wanting to spook Neville. "So, what do you plan on doing if not follow your so-called destiny and slay Dark Lords?"

"I have always been interested in plants, and I bet there is still a lot out there that just waits to be found."

Mindful of Diablo, Harry drew Neville into a hug. "Then I wish you all luck in the world." He pulled away and watched as Neville covered himself completely with his own Invisibility Cloak and listed until the noises of fighting downed out the sound of Neville's footsteps.

"You're leaking."

"Shit!" Harry busied himself with whipping away the tears, not understanding why they were falling. It wasn't as if he was close to Neville any longer.

But it still made him happy to know that Neville would be getting away from all this.

Perhaps it would be for the best if Harry followed his example.

Wrapping himself and Diablo securely in the cloak, Harry wanted to smack himself. The way Neville had acted told the seer that he already had a way out of this place. But since Neville had already left, there was no way for him to ask if he could follow along.

Storing the prophecy in one of his pockets, Harry moved forward. If any of the werewolves were in condition to move after winning, they would be able to find him by following his scent. Until then Harry intended to look for an exit.

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"Sectumsempra" Severus did not bother with the former hindrance, as the plum, red headed witch fell. Even if he had not hit anything vital, the slashes were deep enough to ensure that she would soon bleed out, unless the counter curse was applied. There seemed to have come an influx of rebels. It was aggravating since they were in his way to get to wherever Harry was.

"Sevy, when will you teach me all those nice spells you keep pulling out of your sleeve?"

The Potions master side stepped the arm Bellatrix had planned on slinging around his neck. The witch had blood splattered over her face and clothes, and her demeanour was entirely too cheerful for this kind of situation. "If I did teach you, no doubt you would find some mayhem to use it to." Unless Harry was wearing that cloak of his, the brat had managed to get separated from one of his watchers. But as far as Bellatrix was aware, Harry was not dead, otherwise she would already have blurted it out.

So, Severus would allow himself to assume that his brat was still alive and together with the two somewhat more sane Lestranges. "Where did you last see Harry?" When Bellatrix broke into a fit of giggles, Severus was very much tempted to strangle her.

"He took the lift down without waiting for anyone, what a naughty nephew I have, oh yes indeed. Or, maybe he isn't all that naughty, because it was a spell that sent him falling down." Severus felt like he had been punched in the gut, images of Harry's mangled and still body flashing past his inner eye.

Before he could gather himself, Severus grabbed Bellatrix by the collar of her robe and pulled her so close that their noses were almost touching. "And you didn't think of going after him. Our Lord assigned you to ensure Harry's safety. If I find that a single hair on him is out of place, I swear, Bellatrix Lestrange that-"

Bellatrix slapped his hands away, her face for once void of its usual amusement. "Stop that hissy fit of yours right away. I was busy dealing with a kitty." They moved, stepping out of the way of a badly aimed curse, neither letting go of the other. "Rabastan and Rodolphus went after him as soon as they got the chance. Furthermore, our Lord went too. No matter what kind of misfits my little Harrykins gets himself into, it is nothing the Dark Lord cannot handle. Avada Kedavra!"

Severus moved his head slightly to the side, allowing the curse to pass and hit a wizard who had tried to sneak up on them. Or maybe he had just been trying to get himself somewhere safe, it was a little hard to tell given the situation. "The Dark Lord went after him." Severus said, mostly to himself. As much as he wanted to head out and find Harry to see for himself that the brat was okay, he had to admit that Harry was safest by the Dark Lord's side. Only Dumbledore would present a challenge, and it was doubtful that the leader of the resistance would show himself here without a good reason.

"Very well." Hurrying down would not do much of a difference. With the Dark Lord and the Lestrange brothers with him, even his brat would be hard pressed to get himself involved in something he was not supposed to.

Calmed by that, Severus turned away from where the elevators were. Once he had helped cleaning up this mess, he would head downstairs. Doing it this way would leave no one space to complain about his choice of action.

Distracted as he was, Severs failed to notice the spell aimed at him before it hit him in the back. He was aware of Bellatrix yelling epithets and sending curses back as his legs gave out beneath him and the pain spreading through his whole back caused blackness to fill his sight.

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"I want a rat. A nice, juicy rat, not one of those white ones they tend to be too fat. A black one would do nicely."

"You sound rather racist right now."

"I have no idea of what you're talking about, little speaker. But the black ones taste the best." So typical of Diablo to go in for racism without even knowing that he was doing it, probably because he was hungry. But despite the amount of things he carried around in his pockets, a rat, black or white, did not count among them.

Besides, Harry would say that he had a few things on his mind that was more pressing than a hungry snake. Such as the fact that he had found his way back to the room with the rotating doors.

He had already attempted twice, and each time he had ended opening the door to the brain room. At any other time, Harry would have been delighted for the opportunity to gather a few samples, but it would have to wait for a day where the rebels weren't attempting to overrun the Ministry and he had a prophecy in his pocket.

Stepping back into the middle of the room, Harry scratched the back of his head, waiting for the room to stop spinning. It would be so much easier if he had something to mark the doors like Lupin. Somehow the marks the werewolf had made had disappeared while they had been elsewhere. "Hey, Diablo, can't you smell which door we came through?"

The big snake removed its head from his shoulder, moving one way another before settling down again. "There are too many scents." Of course, things couldn't be so easy for once. "Why don't you get one of those fancy visions?"

True, it probably would be easier if he somehow could provoke forth a vision. But the mere thought of how vulnerable it would leave him, even with Diablo there, made Harry hesitate. Besides, he wasn't even sure how he was supposed to get a vision on will. And if someone came in, they might stumble upon him while he was covered by his cloak.

Before the seer could make a decision on which door he was supposed to try next, the door right in front of him opened and through it stepped Dumbledore.

Harry felt himself freeze up, his body unwilling to move in case it should draw attention despite the Invisibility Cloak he was wearing.

The old wizard stopped one step inside the room, his gaze sweeping around before settling down around where Harry was.

"Good evening, Harry. It's good of you to wait here for me, now come along we need to hurry if we do not want unwanted people to run into us." Correction, Dumbledore was not looking at the spot where Harry was, he was looking at him.

Harry stared at the hand offered him, his brain taking a moment to realise what Dumbledore was talking about.

Feeling Diablo move around, Harry broke whatever spell that had kept him in place and took a few steps backwards. Should Dumbledore decide to act, Harry was quite sure that the added distance would do no good, but at least it made him feel a little safer. He wasn't sure how the old man knew that someone was here, not to speak of his identity. "If you think I'm going with you, you're more deranged than I thought old man."

The sadness shadowing Dumbledore's face almost made Harry feel guilty about his choice of words, he quickly shock his head to get rid of the ridiculous notion. There was no reason for him to feel quilt about anything related to Dumbledore.

Harry prepared a sideway jump, but Dumbledore foresaw his intention and acted before him. The age old hand, with much more strength than Harry had thought could be mustered, grabbed him before he could move. It effectively dissolved all his hopes that Dumbledore might have been bluffing about knowing where he was.

Fingers closed around his upper arm, reminding Harry about cold steel.

Dumbledore stepped closer, towering over him. Harry looked up, straight into those blue eyes and regretted it.

It felt like how he had imagined facing a dementor. Panicking, Harry struggled. While one arm was captured, he reached for his pockets with the other. It didn't matter what he could get his hands on, even if he could merely cause a small distraction he would be more than happy to make use of it.

His body went lax and limb, his fingers letting go of the vial he had just taken out of his pockets. It fell to the floor and proceeded rolling away without the glass cracking. Harry wanted to swear up a storm, that vial had been the last potion he carried with him that was not for healing purposes.

A loud series of hissing broke the trance Harry had been lulled into, stopping the mental attack and also freeing his body.

Harry tumbled and landed on his tailbone, wincing at the sharp pain the shut up through his spine.

Looking up he found that Diablo had left him and thrown himself at the wizard, attempting to pin the man's arms so he would be unable to throw any spells. With a predator's well-honed skills, Diablo kept attacking, moving his body and teeth to inflict as much damage as possible.

For a short moment of time Harry was filled with hope as he sat on the floor, watching the fight. It looked like Diablo had the upper hand in the struggle, having successfully wrapped his whole body around that of Dumbledore and was now tightening his hold.

But then Dumbledore's body distorted and turned into a ghastly white smoke. It wavered around the snake, who moved around wildly but was unable to escape from its sudden prison. "Get out of here you fool, you can't do anything here!" Diablo's voice was croaked and sounded like it came far away despite the fact that they were in the same room. The snake's body writhed as if he was in great pain.

Shaking his head, like he was just going to leave Diablo, Harry dove for his friend. He was pretty sure that Dumbledore didn't intend to kill him, so he might be able to save Diablo if he also entered the strange smoke the wizard had turned into.

But the smoke changed before Harry could reach it. It seemed to pull into itself before expanding, exploding soundlessly, sending Harry flying by the power of it.

His back slammed into something, probably a door, which gave away from the collision.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as Harry stumbled down a few stairs. Despite the soreness spreading through his body, Harry scrambled to his feet, standing still for a moment, unsure of what he should do. His feet had already taken a step towards the destroyed door before Harry realised what he was doing and forced himself to a stop. There was a chance that Diablo was alive, and without him there Dumbledore might decide to leave the snake on its own. So as much as he wanted to see whether Diablo was okay, Harry knew that he could not and turned around.

A low sting of curse words slipped over his lips as Harry realised where he had ended.

In the middle of the room stood the Veil on a small platform, and covered by black fabric that moved as if someone or something was touching it on the other side.

Panic clocking his throat, Harry took a step back, but halted when he remembered that he could not go that way. Dumbledore would be coming through at any moment, after all the hole in the door left no doubt about where Harry had went, and the cloak had already proved to be completely useless against the man.

Life really sucked at times.

Decision made Harry humped forward, his back burning with each step he took. With a little time he might find a way out of here, or a place he could hide, preferably somewhere far away from the Veil. Just being in the same room as that thing gave him the willies.

But he didn't have time because Dumbledore stepped in, having returned to his concrete form with Diablo nowhere in sight.

Harry turned and ran like the hounds of Hell were chasing him, he knew it was a stupid idea to take his eyes of the enemy, but Dumbledore didn't look like he was in a talkative mood, and Harry had no desire to stay closer to him than he absolutely had to.

And Dumbledore didn't waste time this time to try and talk him into coming along willingly. It seemed like the man had finally lost his patience.

Harry didn't hear any spells being cast, but he definitely felt it when it hit him in the back, sending him falling to the ground while he cursed himself for taking his eyes off of Dumbledore.

Unable to take off in time, Harry felt blood running from his nose when his face met the floor. His back felt like it had been rubbed raw with sandpaper. But while painful it didn't stop him from scrambling to his feet and turn around so he didn't have his back to Dumbledore. "You've really sunken so low that you attack a defenceless squib with his back turned to you, old man?" Goading Dumbledore was probably not the smartest thing to do, but Harry lacked other options. And people consumed by emotions were less likely to think rationally.

But instead of taking up the bait, Dumbledore smiled the previous anger while dealing with Diablo was gone. And it scared Harry far more than he had thought it would. "Now Harry, this is not the time to be troublesome. If you insist on acting like a child, you will be treated as one."

Dumbledore wasted no time saying the spells, and Harry had to dive to the side to avoid getting hit. He continued his almost acrobatic movements, sometimes the spells getting too close to comfort, constantly moving around the room. Somehow Dumbledore managed to stay between him and the door the whole time.

Stumbling Harry grabbed behind him, trying to find something that would keep him from falling. His hand found something soft and rather fragile feeling that gave after when he tried to use it to keep him upright.

He landed on the stone steps with the tattered, black cloth in hand. He had seen it so many time, knew what it belonged to, and yet Harry could not stop himself from looking behind him, if nothing else then because he really wanted to prove himself wrong in this case.

Before he knew it, Harry was standing and had moved up the step so he was standing right in front of the Veil.

He knew that this was supposed to be bad, but for some reason Harry could not quite recall why so. How could something so pretty be bad? In fact, he was sure that if he touched the weird substance inside the Veil, he was sure that it would feel just as nice as it looked like.

Vaguely Harry was aware that something was going on behind him. He could hear voices, belonging to people he knew, but it all sounded so distinct as if they were far away from him. His feet wouldn't let him move to look what was going on behind him, instead Harry was rooted in the spot, not being able to look away from the archway in front of him.

He lifted a hand, not sure if he really wanted to touch the thing, but he was curious. Would he be able to feel something if he touched the Veil, or would his hand pass right through it?

The choice of what to do was taken from him when Harry got a powerful shove from behind, sending him stumbling forward and directly into the archway he had been regarding.

Unlike what Harry had thought, he didn't meet hard surface when he fell, nor did he fall right through the archway and simply land on the other side of the dais.

It felt like thousands small hands belonging to babies were grabbing him, pulling him with them inside whatever was behind the fabric.

Faint whispering and murmuring noises surrounded him, drowning out whatever else sounds that might have been.

He fell into a world of grey, thick mist.

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Harry...

It was a long time since Voldemort had felt helpless to this degree. Not even in the orphanage where he grew up had it lasted long before he had understood that he had a power to hold over the other children. They had never dared to as much as look at him the wrong way after they had found Billy's rabbit hanging from the rafters one fine morning.

At Hogwarts he had made a name for himself, first through knowledge, then his prowess and at last they had found out about his ancestor.

He had barged into the room without hesitation; the grilled corpse of Harry's snake had only made him speed up, knowing that something was wrong for Harry to leave the reptile behind in that state. And he had come in time to see Dumbledore walk up to Harry, who was standing frozen in front of the Veil with his back to both of the wizards.

His wand had been raised, ready to cast a spell, not a deadly one in case that he might hit Harry, something which Voldemort knew was doubtful for someone with his skills, but it was a risk he found himself unwilling to take. "Leave Harry alone, Albus, the seer is mine!" Voldemort bellowed, his magic reached out to grab hold of Harry and pull him to him and out off the danger the boy didn't seem to notice he was in.

Dumbledore heard his arrival, turning around to face him and at the same time pushed Harry, sending the seer falling forwards and into the Veil.

He stood stiffly, watching as Harry fell with a peaceful expression on his face, as if he knew something which no one else was aware of.

He disappeared into the Veil's depth as smoothly as many criminals had through the decades, letting himself be swallowed up and left the room without leaving a trace behind of ever having been there.

Something tugged in Voldemort, if he had moved sooner, faster, he might have been able to catch the boy before he fell through. There had never been a case of someone being pulled back from the Veil on their way into it, so he had no idea of what kind of damage it might have caused to Harry's mind. But he would have been able to work with it.

But Harry had already passed through the Veil and Voldemort had no way of retrieving him from it.

There was a strange burning sensation in the back of his eyes, but Voldemort ignored it and clenched his hands, the feeling of his wand reminding him that he was not helpless as he had been when Dumbledore first had come to inform him of what he was.

His magic, needing some kind of outlet made the air around him crackle in response to his anger and some of the chairs nearby caught on fire. Voldemort ignored it. The wards around the room would stop the fire from spreading further, so it was no concern of his, he could fully concentrate on Dumbledore, who looked entire unfazed by what had just happened.

"I wonder, Dumbledore, if you are aware of the mistake you have committed, or are you so consumed by your claim of the Greater Good that you are unable to see what is right in front of you?" It was a wonder that he managed to keep his voice as calm as he did. But Voldemort had years of practice not to let his temper get the better of him, and no matter how tempting it was, this time would be no different.

The dust on the floor moved, as if a wind was sweeping through the room, but neither wizard paid it any notice. Both had their wands ready, neither of them casting a spell just yet. It was as if they were in their own little world and everything else was holding its breath, waiting to see what they would do.

"Don't speak as if the lost of Harry actually means something for you, Tom. I know that someone like you only saw him as a tool that could give you an upper hand when dealing with others." Sometimes he had to wonder if Dumbledore was projecting his darker desires onto him. He was sure that Muggles had something to say about such matter.

Instead Voldemort snorted, lazily moving his wand in a complicated pattern. He smiled bitterly as he noticed how Dumbledore's eyes followed the movements. "Yes, I remember. You do not believe that I know about love. In fact, you have the gall to believe that it will be able to defeat me." He side stepped the spell Dumbledore had sent at him, still keeping up the wand movements as he did so. It was almost complete.

"There was one person I cared enough for to the point where it could be called love. He was the only one I let close enough to my person, to, if he had actually tried it, might have had a chance to drive a knife into me if he had wanted to. Such a shame that you managed to turn him away from you and your case when you first met him."

It was boredom and a tiny bit of respect for the man which had stopped him from erasing Dumbledore's existence so far. He had let himself enjoy the game as no one else seemed able to offer him even the smallest bit of resistance. All others were too afraid or didn't make a proper challenge.

Then his little seer had come waltzing into his view, acting like he, Lord Voldemort, was nothing more than an annoyance at the best of times. It had been different, like a fresh breath of air after having spent ages inside a musty room.

And now Harry was gone because he hadn't ended this game of cat and mouse sooner.

"You speak as if you are able to put an end to me, Tom. But I have lured your secret. Harry revealed that you have committed the greatest crime of all and split your soul in a foul attempt to gain immortality. Since then I have had people out, searching for objects that contained your soul pieces. I must admit it, seven is quite an ambitious number, but then again, you were ambitious from the day I met you."

The laughter that left him was dry and hollow. "You are a fool, old man. Too caught up in your own belief to see what is right in front of you. There never were any Horcruxes. I have no need for that. It would be too boring to live forever. Once my time comes, I'll meet Death, but my legacy will still be there long after I am gone from this earth."

"No, I found the objects; there might still be some more out there. But you will be defeated once they have all been destroyed. I have trained Neville well, even if I die, he will know what to do and be able to take up the mantle after me. He is the one foreseen to defeat you." It was almost pitiful to hear the man ramble on like this. And Voldemort was determined to put an end to it.

Stopping swirling the wand, Voldemort took a step back, looking disturbingly calm. "One of the benefits by spending time with a seer is that you learn that the future is not set in stone. It is true that a prophecy about me exists, but it only says that the so-called Chosen One has the power to defeat me, not that he will actually be able to use it. And such things sometimes only get fulfilled when people believe in it."

With that he unclenched his free hand and spread his fingers.

His shadow surged forward, powered by the light from the torches he had gradually turned stronger and brighter with his wand movements, turning the shadows around them deeper and darker. Connecting with Dumbledore's shadow, dark tendril shot up and penetrated Dumbledore from several angles, leaving the old man no space to escape through.

Dumbledore coughed, slouching forward, the shadows being the only thing keeping him standing. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as Dumbledore tried to suck in enough air to speak.

A shudder went through the body and more blood joined the still growing pool on the floor before Dumbledore slouched fully. "Avada Kedavra."

It was somewhat a disappointment how easy this was done. Those times he had entertained himself with the thoughts of facing Dumbledore like this, he had imagined it going differently. He would have preferred dragging it out and making it as painful as possible. But his anger had caused the tendrils to do much more damage than he had originally intended. The spell had just been to ensure that the old man would stay dead.

Pocketing his wand Voldemort strode to the dais, passing the hasty cooling body and stopping at the bottom of the steps.

The Veil held no proof of anyone passing through it, just like every time a criminal had been executed using this method. If he had not witnessed it personally, he might have been inclined to believe that it had not happened.

It had started becoming a pattern; cleaning up the mess his seer left in his wake, but Voldemort would ensure that this was handled as well.

The sound of several pairs of people arriving had Voldemort turning away from the Veil, schooling his features so that no emotion could be seen. Greyback, Lupin and a few other of their ilk stood in the doorway, looking no worse for wear. Given their accelerated healing, it was close to impossible to tell what kind of trouble they had run into. But judging from the blood painting their clothes and skin, he would say that they had faced quite a challenge.

If it had not been, none of them would be returning to their pack due to their negligence of the task he had given them. "As it stands, I am considering if it is worth the hazard negotiating an alliance with a new alpha." He said lazily, as if the thought of doing so was a mere annoyance. "Unless you can explain, why you and your warriors were unable to contain your beasts long enough to complete the task I set you, all you had to do was bring Harry to safety." He met Alpha Greyback's stare head on, feeling a faint satisfaction when the werewolf looked away as the first.

"We were ambushed and got split up. By the time we had finished them off, we'd to track his scent. It seems like someone met with the pup. I sent two of my own to track its owner down." Greyback looked up briefly to meet his gaze; clearly the werewolf was not completely willing to admit defeat.

"Make sure that they do not make themselves known. As soon as they know the identity, I want to be notified. I will decide on a course of action after that." It had to be one of Dumbledore's people whom had met with Harry. But if so, why had they not tried to capture the boy?

Deciding that he had had enough of those wolves already, Voldemort strode out, satisfied that they split to let him pass without hesitation, before joining up behind him.

There was too much to do to sit around and pout. Taking care of the dead and wounded, punishing those of the rebels whom had been captured, announcing Dumbledore's ending and general damage control. As soon as all this was properly dealt with, he would set every able Unspeakable to work on the Veil. Even if he had to create several Horcruxes to keep himself from dying before it was completed, he would be getting Harry back from behind the Veil.

Of course, there was no guaranty what state, both in mind and body, Harry would be in once he was received. He might be no better than a vegetable, or they would be unable to get his body. The soul was the most important piece. As long as he got that he could recreate anything else from the scratch if he needed to.

No matter the cost, he would be bringing Harry back.

If any of the werewolves noticed the faint scent of salt water, they were wise enough to not comment on it.

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Drifting around in the mist, he had long since lost any gratitude he had for being alive, or at least he assumed that he still counted among the living. Perhaps he had died the moment he had passed through the Veil and had simply failed to notice it so far.

It was a little hard to tell in this strange place.

There was no ground to walk on, or it might just be so far below him that Harry's could not reach it because of the lack of gravity in this place. Harry had found that he had somewhat control over where he went when he made clumsy swimming motions. It was a slow and hard way of getting around, and he had no idea if he was actually moving because the scenery stayed unchanged, but it made Harry feel better than doing nothing.

Grabbing his ankles, Harry rolled through the air, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. Looking for an exit seemed like a pretty good idea. It was the only thing he had left doing now where he had finished cursing his own stupidity and panicking over the fact that his vision had come true despite his attempt on otherwise.

He tried not to think of how the others were dong. Each time he had tried his mind kept producing gruesome pictures and they certainly did nothing to help with his situation.

"I wonder if this happens to all whom comes through the Veil." Harry mused fully aware that there was no one around to answer the question. But at least it filled the silence. "Perhaps we are all floating around, and none of us would know that others are here because of that blasted mist!" The volume of his own voice startled Harry, setting off a giggling fit until he started coughing.

Brushing away tears from the corner of his eyes, Harry settled down. Acting like a maniac would not get him out.

He was no longer messing around; the mist around him frozen in place like it had been all the time. Sighing, Harry tilted his head back. It was a little hard to make actual plans when he had no knowledge about this place. Wherever this was, it seemed like going on forever.

Though, it could be interesting to try and make a potion in here. How would the lack of gravity affect the potion's efficiency? Perhaps he could coax Severus into participating in the experiment. Someone would have to ensure that the ingredients could not float off before they were needed. And they had to figure out a way to light a fire in here for the cauldron.

First he would have to talk Severus into following him through an execution tool, that would be fun.

But before any of that could be done, he would have to solve the original problem and find a way out of here.

The seer's head snapped back, almost giving himself a whiplash in the process, when he noticed something moving, and by the look of it, it was heading directly towards him.

Split between staying and fleeing, Harry watched it come closer, soon realising that the thing was humanoid. It moved faster and easier than he had managed to so far, and it was the first proof Harry had that he was not all alone in here, all the more reason for him to wait for it to reach him.

He really hoped that it would be friendly minded. Besides, he was still wearing the cloak, so until he deemed it safe, he could just stay silent and observe.

"Prongslet?" The gruff voice sounded just as its owner came into view, confirming Harry's belief that it was another human. But it didn't explain why the cloak was failing to work, twice on the same day was two times too many.

Black looked no different from when he had entered the Veil. Shaggy hair and a crazed look in his eyes that reinforced Harry's belief that he was better off alone. "Fuck me sideways."

Black snorted. "Sorry, but you ain't my type." The wizard stopped far too close for Harry's liking. He was just standing there, looking at him as if really seeing Harry for the first time. "You look just like your father now, but you have your mother's eyes."

The words cut a cord inside Harry and he was moving, only realising what was happening when he felt his hand connect with Black's chin. The man staggered a few steps back, surprise clear in his face. "They gave what was needed to make me, but they weren't my parents." Harry dodged rather wobbly away when Black stroked back at him.

Doing this might not be his wisest decision, but hitting Black was far more satisfying than Harry had imagined. Black grabbed him by the collar and lifted him so they were on eye-level. "Your... your parents sacrificed their lives for your sake!" Black yelled, drops of spit hitting Harry's face.

"Wrong. They cared nothing about me. All the cared about was Dumbledore's stupid rebellion. They made their choice and they paid the price for it!"

Oh this is bad. Harry knew from experience that pointing out what he saw as the logical explanation was not always the wisest of ways to go. That belief was only strengthened by the way Black's eye was twisting.

Harry couldn't do anything to break his grip and he was forced to hang from the man's hands. Considering that he had been floating this whole time, it shouldn't make that much of a difference, but Harry definitely did not like this.

"James and Lily would be so disappointed if they could see you right now." Black whispered, venom dripping from his voice. "I don't care if you're their kid, you have been reduced to You-Know-Who's plaything, and it's probably because of him that you ended up here, he betrayed you!" Abruptly, Black let go of him, as if the wizard could no longer stand to touch him.

Rubbing his throat, sure that the grip had left marks; Harry regained control over his movement, watching Black warily. "It was Dumbledore whom pushed me through. Voldemort was trying to safe me from being kidnapped." At least Harry assumed that was what had been going on. He had been a little distracted at that time.

That brought him a short time of silence as Black mulled over what Harry had just said. "You are mistaken. Dumbledore wouldn't do something like that. You are James' son." Currently it seemed like Black was trying to convince himself more than anything else. But when the eyes focussed on him, Harry had a feeling that he would have been better off if Black had stayed in his own world."

"If Dumbledore really is so great, then why does he not care about anything but his case? I didn't see him try to free you while you were captured. Or anyone else of your kinds when they were arrested, killed or tortured." This time a fist hit him square in the face, sending Harry spinning backwards before he gained control over his movements.

His nose wasn't broken, but it hurt like hell. Blood was gushing down his face and Harry grimaced at the taste as some of it slipped inside his mouth. "Really? You think you can hit me and then I'll see the light?" Judging by the look on Black's face, that was exactly what he had thought.

"I'm sorry, Prongslet, but you shouldn't say things like that." Now fully convinced that Black had gone off the edge, Harry knew it was in his own best interest not to aggravate Black more. The man had already attacked him, sure, Harry had done the same but this man was clearly dangerous.

"So, do you know a way out of here?" It was doubtfully that he would receive a positive answer, but it would be worth a try.

"There is an exit, but you can't go through. No one can. The white dementore stops you every time." Black mumbled, rocking back and forth to soothe himself.

"Eh, thank?" Was he merely humouring a madman or was Black serious? Last time Harry checked, there were no white dementors. So Black had most likely lost his marbles, if he had had any in the first place, and Harry really needed to get out of here or at least away from the man.

As if sensing his thoughts, Black's smile died. "You can't leave, you hear me Prongslet? You can't leave me; I don't wanna be alone in this place!" Black surged forward, easily eliminating the distance Harry had slowly been putting between them. "James would want us to stay together. That'll make him happy, and if Prongs is happy, he'll come back and I'll not be alone any longer." Hands closed around his neck, the pressure on his windpipe was hard enough that Harry was getting no air into his lungs.

Dark spots were dancing in front of his eyes as Harry tried to wiggle free, but Black seemed too far gone to notice any of the kicks and hits Harry managed to land on him.

In the next moment the hands were gone and Harry was breathing in air as if his life depended on it. A quick look around proved that Black was gone.

Around him dark shapes took form in the mist, but they were too far away for Harry to see who or what they were. He didn't know why they never seemed to come near enough for him to see what they looked like, but he was thankful that they kept their distance.

Experiencing Black had been bad enough in Harry's opinion.

The oddly formed shapes started drawing closer. Harry took in another sharp breath, icy air filling his lungs to the border of painful.

"James!" Harry froze as the scenery took form around him, too familiar for Harry to hope that he might be mistaking about this. It was still affecting the view.

"Run Lily, I will hold him back!" It was as if his feet had been nailed to the floor, Harry wanted so much to run away from here, from what he knew what was about to happen here, and yet he could not do so.

Lily, with hair that could be mistaken for fire, clung to James, both of them staring fearfully and knowingly at the door. Both wore the customary robes for Death Eaters, and Harry didn't have to look around to know that there would be a pair of mask thrown into a corner of the room.

This time he heard the explosion as the door flew off its hinges and passed straight through him. It hit the wall on the opposite side of the room and crumbled to dust.

As one the pair had taken out their wands and were now pointing their sticks at the intruder.

Wanting to turn away, Harry was stopped when a hand clamped down on his shoulder, forcing him to watch as the first curse was thrown even before Voldemort had stepped through the doorway.

"Voldemort." He had to admit it, Lily had guts. So far he hadn't met many rebels whom would dare to utter the Dark Lord's name.

Voldemort seemed to be of the same opinion, felling James with a single non-verbal spell before giving the witch his full attention.

Lily, however, seemed content to ignore the wizard's presence, staring down at her husband's still body with glassy eyes, as if she could not quite believe what she was seeing. "James." It was nothing more than a whimper, but in the silence around them she might as well have yelled out the name with how clearly Harry heard it.

Harry wanted to get closer; he hadn't seen this before and was quite interested in seeing what was going to happen.

"Mrs Potter. Some would say that it is a joy to finally meet you. You and your husband have gotten quite the reputation by opposing me. I must compliment you, not everyone has what it takes to infiltrate my ranks. Dumbledore must be quite desperate if he believes such a stunt would work." Voldemort stepped around the downed wizard, leaving Lily with no illusion about safety or protection. "The thing is, if not because you had been doing it, you might have been able to pull this off."

Harry watched as the pair moved. Each time Voldemort took a step, always ensuring that he was between her and the only exit, Lily would match the move with one of her own. At one point they passed through him, causing Harry to shudder at the sensation.

"How did you know?" Lily was fishing, dragging out time so help could arrive, or she could find a way out, alive. If that happened, she would undoubtedly hand over any information to Dumbledore.

Only, Harry knew she would not get out of here alive.

Voldemort smirked, and it held none of the teasing or warmth Harry had grown used to. "I must admit it is impressive. Dolohov will be punished for not noticing that a pair of his robes went missing. And don't worry; I will soon enough fix the loophole you used to do this. One of mine recognised your hair colour." Voldemort reached out, capturing a lock of her hair. "Truly particular, no one, not even a Weasley, has something this intense."

"Don't touch me, you-you monster!" Lily yelled, slapping his hand away and reaching for her wand.

"Fiery. I can see why he begged for me to let you live." Voldemort already had a shield up when Lily remembered how to use her wand and threw a curse. "And talented too, not many at your age can manage to cast a non-verbal spell. Even if my source did not try to save you because of his love, I might consider sparing you. Think about it, after proving your loyalty, you might study under me. I am a generous man and will overlook your dirtied blood because of your power."

Lily stopped her attacks. "Severus." Harry licked his lips, watching her reaction carefully. He knew of their connection, and for Harry it was one more reason to dislike her. He still hadn't figured out why he was seeing this vision, illusion, thing, but it was interesting.

"Yes, he was quite desperate when he begged me to let you live. So accept my offer and you will not have to die here and now."

Lily grimaced, the tears giving her eyes a bright shine. "Death is just the next grand adventure."

"Brave words, Mrs. Potter. I do hope that you still believe in them by the end of this session. Crucio."

Lily didn't resist. She let the spell hit her and fell to the ground, body spasm and her mouth open in a silent scream. Her wand rolled away, out of reach and leaving her with no defence.

Watching them tone out left Harry on an edge. Despite having watching most of it more times than he cared to count, the seer was on the edge. First Black and then the Potters, what was the point of showing him people who meant nothing to him?

"They could have." Startled by the rattling voice sounding right next to his ear, Harry swung around, forgetting that gravity was back and send himself falling to the floor, much like Lily had done before, just without all the flopping around as he mimicked a fish above water.

When Black had talked about white Dementors, Harry was convinced that the convict was crazy. Now Harry was wondering if he too had lost it. In front of him stood, he wasn't sure if it was the correct word when he could not see its feet because of the tattered cloak, a tall white counterpart to the Dementors guarding Azkaban. Only, this one could apparently speak.

"Excuse me, what do you mean?" He wasn't sure if this one had the ability to suck out his soul, and he would rather not have to test it, so Harry found it best to be polite.

Its hood was up so he couldn't see its face, but Harry got the feeling that it was laughing at him. With no sound and its face covered, he couldn't be sure. Harry scowled at the white Dementor, able to suck his soul out or not, he didn't like being laughed at by strangers. "Now, now none of that." The white Dementor said. "My name isn't white Dementor but Tiresias."

"Are you reading my mind?" He asked, not sure how he was supposed to deal with this. It didn't feel like the thing Dumbledore had attempted to do with him, and Legilimency had nothing on him. Damn, but he was sure he had heard the name before, maybe read it in one of the many books in Hogwarts' library.

Pale, bone-like fingers snapped in front of him, reminding Harry that now was not the time to let his thoughts drift off. "You find yourself inside the Veil, something people usually only experiences for a few seconds before their bodies demolish, and that is what you ask about?"

"It's strange to me, I mean; I have never had someone successfully reading my mind. You aren't using Legilimency and yet you're somehow able to answer my question before I speak them." Harry said with a one-shouldered shrug, panicking when he realised what he had just told him. "Wait, you are serious, aren't you? I am not sure how long I've been here, but why haven't I vanished yet?" He patted his body, breathing out when he had confirmed that his body was as solid as it had been the last time he checked it.

"Don't worry, it seems like you are defying the norm." Harry nodded, more than happy that he apparently was different if Tiresias' words were true. "Of course, it might just have been delayed for some reason. But don't worry, if that is the case it will be over before you have even registered it has started." He said far too cheerful for a Dementor.

That wasn't very reassuring, at all. It also meant that there most likely was a time limit to how long he could spend in here. Harry shuddered when thinking of how long he had already wasted. Black had mentioned something about an exit, and something not allowing anyone to pass through. "You are the white Dementor!" He exclaimed, pointing at him with wide eyes.

Meeting the white Dementor was good, it meant that at least some of what Black had said had been true and the way out should be nearby.

On the other hand, it could hardly be worse, because the white Dementor was supposed to guard the exit and Harry had the feeling that it did so quite effectively.

His hand was slapped aside. "Has no one taught you it is considered rude to point?" Harry did not answer, too busy rubbing some life back to his hand. Where he had been touched, his skin had grown cold in the matter of seconds.

"Sorry Tiresias." He apologised, suddenly more nervous than frightened by his presence. So much on his goodwill right now and he would rather not offend him more than he had already managed to do. "Can you let me through the door so I can get back to the Land of the Living?"

"I can."

The burst of happiness he felt died shifty after its birth when Harry noticed that there was something wrong with the way Tiresias had worded his agreement. "Will you show me the exit and let me through?"

Again Harry got the feeling that he was being laughed at, as if it all was nothing more than a game to the other one. "No."

Harry was up close to him as soon as the words had passed Tiresias' lips, slightly annoyed by the difference in height. "Why not? It's not like I was meant to be here, I have people out there whom I love and I have to return to them!"

A great force shoved him backwards, but this time Harry refrained from falling. As soon as the pressure relented he stood straight, scowling right back at Tiresias. "You all think you are something special." Tiresias sneered. "Please let me back, I am not meant to be here. My family is back there. I can't leave my lover just yet. All of you are so selfish. Thinking only about yourself. Passing through the Veil comes with a price. Once you are through, you cannot turn back." His arms flailing around but Harry had stopped listening at his rant.

"What is the price?" He had to repeat it twice before Tiresias fell quite. Now sure that he had the other's attention, Harry carried on. "You said that passing through the Veil comes with a price. It must also apply the other way, so what is the price?"

Tiresias moved closer, seeming to shrink until they were about the same height. "Don't you worry child. No one has been able to pay me a sufficient price. What makes you think that you are so different?"

Gnawing on his lip, Harry's brain was working overtime. He needed to keep him talking. Tiresias might let a hint slip. "You said that people dissolve the moment they pass through, then how do they negotiate with you?" And how did it explain Black and the Potters? Perhaps something in this mist made him hallucinate. There was something creepy about this mist so he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

"I like you, so I will answer this last question of yours. While it is true that the body dissolves, the soul stays here. It becomes the mist that surrounds us. When I will it, I can pull out their memories, everything that made them them, and make them mine."

Shuddering, Harry pulled his hands close to his chest. "Awesome, really creepy but also totally awesome." He had been right, there was something about the mist, and he would have preferred if he hadn't gained that bit of knowledge. Could souls be affected by potions? The body and mind definitely could. "But what about the price?"

"There is nothing you can pay me which will have any interest for me. Our talk is over, now enjoy your time left. If your soul is as annoying as you, I will love to pick your memories apart. You must have annoyed a lot of people in your life, so it will keep me entertained for a while if nothing else." The white Dementor withdrew, for all intentions it seemed like the conversation was over.

Harry knew he couldn't simply let Tiresias leave. Whether the images had been created by this guy didn't matter at this point, but he couldn't let this opportunity slip through his fingers. "You are lonely!" He yelled out, surprised that Tiresias actually stopped in his tracks, though the white Dementor didn't turn around to face him.

Barely daring to breathe in fear that he might chase the other away, Harry slowly lessened the distance between them. "I don't know how long you've spent in here, but if people disappear when they enter, they can't be much fun." He would have gone crazy long ago if he had been in Tiresias' shoes. "I mean, it's not like you can have an actual conversation with souls."

Tiresias' head turned, giving Harry the impression that he was looking at him though the shadows inside the hood made it impossible to say for sure. "And what, pray tell, do you think you can do about it. I have been here long before you humans started sending people through the Veil, and I will be here long after that."

If that was not the words of a lonely person, Harry was not sure what he was supposed to call it. And it just gave him an idea. "How about knowledge of the future?" He spoke with a sureness Harry definitely did not feel. But at this point Harry was not sure what else he was supposed to say.

He had buried his hands in his pockets to hide the fact that they were shaking. The orb's glass felt cold and smooth against the tip of his fingers. He had completely forgotten that he had put the prophecy in there for safekeeping. But right now it worked as a reminder for Harry that he did in fact have something to trade with.

He just hoped that it would turn out for the better.

"You said you could pull out memories from people's heads." He reminded, watching the other carefully as he spoke. "I have had lots of visions for longer than I can remember. They are not always accurate because people and their actions affect them, but you are free to pull them out of my head in return for letting me go back."

Harry was quite sure that he hadn't blinked and yet he missed it entirely when Tiresias suddenly was in front of him, far closer than Harry liked him to be. The fingers gripping the sides of his head, forcing Harry to stay still, and that strange numbness was slowly spreading from the touch.

"Let me see if you are speaking the truth." Tiresias mumbled and suddenly those fingers that had been cradling his head felt like needles trying to penetrate his skull.

Harry was pretty sure that he was screaming. He couldn't hear if it was the case but from the way his throat was vibrating it was likely.

Vision after vision was pulled forth, watched, turned and observed before being roughly pushed aside so the next one could come to.

It was done so fast so when the last vision, kind of creepy that he had to re-watch the Potters' deaths again, and the hands let go of his head, Harry found himself sitting in a heap of limbs, trying to convince himself that the world normally did not spin like this.

Tiresias had yet to move. "How interesting. It seems like you indeed are different from those normally coming into my sanctuary." Harry was too busy to keep his last meal from coming up to show any interest other than a weak grunt. But he made a note to himself to find out what Tiresias meant on a later date.

"What is the price?" He pressed out through gritted teeth, tilting his head back to look up at the other. Luckily, it seemed like the world had gone back to normal now, or at least as normal as it could be where people's souls were floating around for all to see.

Tiresias was moving away, and Harry, fearing that he would be left alone, soared to his feet, regretting the move when it felt like icicles were stabbing his brain. He had to concentrate to stay upright.

The white Dementor lifted his fingers to where Harry roughly deemed his lips to be and the seer got the disturbing impression that the other was licking them. "The price?" He urged again, trying not to let his indisposition show too much. The sound of his own voice made him wince, and whatever Tiresias had done to him made Harry wish that he would dissolve so he wouldn't have to deal with this any longer.

Tiresias nodded. "A price, yes. You said your visions. I am willing to take them as a payment, and in return you will be allowed to go back and all that."

Harry wanted to jump and shout in joy, really he wanted to. But all he managed to was an exhausted smile. "Lovely, now let me go home." After all, Tiresias had already looked through the visions he had had, now it was time for the white Dementor to fulfil his part of the agreement.

Before he could move Tiresias was up and close on him again. "Then, it is a deal, as you say nowadays." The hands were on his head again, and this time Harry knew for sure that he was screaming when he felt something inside his mind being pulled at.

Something loosened inside him, but by this time Harry couldn't manage much more than a pained whimper. He crumbled together on the ground, breathing heavily and staring up at Tiresias from his spot.

Tiresias was holding something between his hands, it was black, wiggled around as if it was alive, and Harry preferred to think that it had not been inside him. "Wh-what is that?" He croaked out, managing to make a vague gesture towards the thing Tiresias was holding.

Tiresias was looking at him, Harry was sure of it. "Your visions, I have taken them, now they are mine." Searching his mind Harry sucked in a panicked breath when he realised that he could not recall a single one of the visions he had had.

"You took them all?" If this was how it felt when Tiresias took the memories from the souls, Harry really hoped that there were unable to feel it happening.

Tiresias nodded. "Yes, don't worry you will have others. But those will keep me entertained for a while. Now sleep, little seer, I will make sure that you return home safe." A cold hand touched his forehead and Harry sunk into darkness, hoping that Tiresias would keep his word. "We will meet again, little seer, απόγονος μου."

According to Google translate; Speculum Pila is Latin for glass ball

Yeah, sorry about the delay. Someone I know had cancer and it took a turn for the worse. We buried him a week ago, so I didn't feel much like writing before now. Luckily, you got the length I promised.

Little seer is about to come to an end, I think one, maybe two chapters, then it's done. We will see.

Until next time