Author's Note: I HATE SHAKESPEARE! Am so dropping next year. Anyway, with that out of the way, I thought I would start writing this new chapter. I hope you all enjoyed last chapter took me forever to write it, but it was worth it.

Dedications: Chapter goes out to the following: KingdomHeartsNerd, Murder-Winter-Cullen, Fan of Fics and 10th Squad 3rd Seat.

In Responses: First too: Murder-Winter-Cullen: To be honest, no there are no connections between Harry's father and Sirius's son via their names. I did notice that when I started writing year 3, but no there are no connections. James Potter [while being Sirius's best friend] was not the inspiration for Sirius's son, his wife; Samantha had a younger brother James, who died when he was five years old from Spattergroit.

Second too: KingdomHeartsNerd: And there are even more surprises to come. Spoiling you? No, I'm not doing that, who would do that? It's cheating! *winks and grins*

Third too: Fan of Fics: I feel for you. Homework sucks! As if they don't give us enough work to do while we are actually in class, they have to take away our free time at home too? Why? It's probably because they have no life, and they want to take ours away too. Selfish! Good luck with your homework, I hope you get everything finished before the Christmas holidays.

Lastly too: 10th Squad 3rd Seat: Oh yeah, very complicated. Adding more than just Hermione and Harry to the end of third year is usually complicated in the general sense, but it was fun to write. Glad you enjoyed it =)

Onto chapter 52 [OMG! CHAPTER FIFTY TWO!]


"Harry?"

Phoebe was tugging on his sleeve. "Come on, Harry! We've got exactly ten minutes to get back to the Hospital wing without being seen - before Dumbledore locks the door."

"OK," said Harry, wrenching his gaze from the sky, "let's go..."

They slipped through the doorway behind them and run along a deserted corridor, pausing at the corner and flattening themselves against the wall as they heard voices approaching. It sounded like Fudge and Snape. They were walking quickly along the corridor parallel to the one they were on.

"...only hope Dumbledore's not going to make things difficult," Snape was saying. "The Kiss will be performed immediately?"

"As soon as Macnair returns with the Dementors. This whole Black affair has been highly embarrassing. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to informing the Daily Prophet that we've got him at last...I daresay they'll want to interview you Snape...and once young Harry's back in his right mind, I expect he'll want to tell the Prophet exactly how you saved him..."

Phoebe felt Harry's hand close tightly around her own, as they caught a glimpse of Snape's smirk as he passed where they were hiding. Their footsteps died away, but the four students waited a few moments to make sure they'd really gone, then started to run in the opposite direction. Up one staircase, then another, along a new corridor - then they heard a cackling ahead.

"Peeves!" Harry muttered, pulling Phoebe and Hermione (who had been in the lead) to a skidding halt.

"In here!" Terence whispered, opening the door to an empty classroom. They darted inside, just in time; Peeves seemed to be bouncing along the corridor in tearing spirits, laughing his head off.

"Oh, he's horrible," whispered Hermione, her ear to the door. "I bet he's all excited because the Dementors are going to finish Sirius..."

Phoebe checked her watch. "Too bad there isn't anything up there too finish off! Three minutes."

They waited until Peeves's gloating voice had faded into the distance, then slid back out of the room and broke into a run again.

"Hermione - what'll happen - if we don't get back inside - before Dumbledore locks the door?" Harry panted.

"I don't want to think about it!" Hermione moaned, checking her watch again. "One minute!"

They had reached the end of the corridor with the hospital wing entrance. "OK - I can hear Dumbledore," said Phoebe. "Come on!"

They crept along the corridor. The door opened. Dumbledore's back appeared.

"I am going to lock you in," they heard him saying. "It is five minutes to midnight. Miss Granger, three times should do it. Good luck."

Dumbledore backed out of the room, closed the door and took out his wand to magically lock it. Panicking, Harry, Hermione, Phoebe and Terence ran forwards. Dumbledore looked up, and a wide smile appeared under the long silver moustache. "Well?" he said quietly.

"We did it!" said Harry breathlessly. "Sirius has gone, on Buckbeak..."

Dumbledore beamed at them.

"Well done, I think -" he listened intently for any sound within the hospital wing. "Yes, I think you've gone, too. Get inside - I'll lock you in -"

The four students slipped back inside the dormitory. It was empty expect for James and Ron, who was still lying motionless in the end bed. As the lock clicked behind them, Harry and Phoebe crept back to their own beds, Hermione tucked the Time-Turner back under her robes, and settled down on her bed, while Terence slipped on the bed beside Phoebe. Next moment, Madam Pomfrey had come striding back out of her office.

"Did I hear the Headmaster leaving? Am I allowed to look after my patients now?"

She was in a very bad mood. Harry and Phoebe thought it best to accept their chocolate quietly. Madam Pomfrey stood over them, making sure they ate it; she then proceeded to give Phoebe several strengthening potions and refused to leave her beside until the younger Gryffindor had taken each and every one.

"Urgh!" Phoebe gagged as the last of her potions slipped down the back of her throat. "It's like taking acid!" she complained!

"Maybe you wouldn't have to take them so often if you were more careful," Madam Pomfrey sniffed, as she took the empty vial, waved her wand and they disappeared. "Now you must rest! You do understand that meaning, do you not?"

Phoebe huffed as she flopped back into her pillows. "Yes," she answered.

"Good!"

Harry grinned at the elemental as Madam Pomfrey left to check on James and Ron. "Phoebe had a row..."

"Shut up, Potter!"

Terence shook his head in amusement, placed is arm around Phoebe's shoulders and hugged her close as her potions started to kick in.

And then, they heard a distant roar of fury echoing from somewhere above them...

"What was that?" said Madam Pomfrey in alarm.

Now they could hear angry voices, growing louder and louder. Madam Pomfrey was staring at the door.

"Really - they'll wake everybody up! What do they think they're doing?"

Harry and Phoebe exchanged looks as they strained to hear what the voices were saying. They were drawing nearer -

"He must have Disapparated, Severus; we should have left somebody in the room with him. When this gets out -"

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Some things never change," she muttered.

"HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roared, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE OR DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS - HAS - SOMETHING - TO - DO - WITH - POTTER!"

"Severus - be reasonable - Harry has been locked up -"

BAM.

The door of the hospital wing burst open.

Fudge, Snape, Dumbledore and Serefina came striding into the ward. Dumbledore looked calm, Serefina confused. Fudge looked angry. But Snape was beside himself.

"OUT WITH IT POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Professor Snape!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!"

"See here, Snape, be reasonable," said Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw -"

"THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howled, pointing at Harry and Phoebe.

"Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieked Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT -"

"That will do, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the ward ten minutes ago, Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?"

"Of course not!" said Madam Pomfrey, bristling. "I've been with them ever since you left!"

"Well, there you have it, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "Unless you are suggesting that Harry, Hermione, Phoebe and Terence are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further."

Snape stood there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behavior, to Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling behind his glasses, to Serefina who had crossed the dormitory and was now checking Phoebe's vitals'. Snape whirled around, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward.

"Fellow seems quite unbalanced," said Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him, if I were you, Dumbledore."

"Oh, he's not unbalanced," said Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment."

"He's not the only one," said Fudge. "The Daily Prophet's going to have a field day! We had Black cornered and he slipped through our fingers yet again! All it needs now is for the story of that Hippogriff's escape to get out, and I'll be a laughing stock!"

Phoebe pushed herself up onto her elbows and called after Fudge: "Does this mean that Harry doesn't have to say how Snape saved his life?" she asked.

Fudge paused, turned around and stared in bewilderment at the young Gryffindor. "Excuse me...?" he spluttered.

"You know, for the Daily Prophet interview?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged strangled looks, as Fudge continued to stare at Phoebe. "How do you know I said -?"

"Said what?" Phoebe asked, feigning innocence.

Fudge shook his head, blinked and said "Never mind. If you'll excuse me, I'd better go and notify the Ministry."

"And the Dementors?" said Dumbledore. "They'll be removed from the school, I trust?"

"Oh, yes, they'll have to go," said Fudge, running his fingers distractedly through his hair. "Never dreamed they'd attempt to administer the Kiss on an innocent boy -"

Phoebe tensed. "What about me?" she snapped. "As if they didn't just try to kill me four months ago! Let me tell you, Minister, you didn't see them tugging my Quidditch robes to get at my face; you didn't have to feel their slimy hands over your skin! Hear their rattling breath as darkness set in..." she was hyperventilating as anger started to take over. "They weren't the last things you saw before you lost the battle between life and death!"

"Well - I - I - Uhh..." the Minister spluttered, looking for the right words to say. It wasn't rocket science to see how much Phoebe loathed Cornelius Fudge, and by the way he was opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish, lost for words, it was easy to see that he either had no idea that Phoebe had died four months previously, or that he had no feelings whatsoever about the whole incident.

Serefina, calmly pushed her goddaughter back down onto the bed, and turned to Fudge. "I think its best you leave, Minister, Phoebe and her friends have been through a great ordeal tonight, and dare I say you are not helping the situation. These are Madam Pomfrey's patients, but where she may be too polite to ask you to leave, I am not!"

Fudge looked disgruntled at being talked to out of context in the way that he was, before he turned toe and left the dormitory. With a swift smile at the students, Dumbledore followed him, leaving Serefina to console Phoebe, before the older Elemental left the dormitory to write home to her parents about what had happened, and that Phoebe was fine and safe.

As Serefina left, Madam Pomfrey hurried to the door and locked it again. Muttering angrily to herself, she headed back to her office.

"Well, you don't hold back when you're angry, do you?"

Phoebe jumped and looked across the ward to where James was trying to sit up. "Welcome back," she smiled. "How are feeling?"

"Like I have been run over by a herd of Hippogriffs," said James. "What happened? Why are we in here? Where's Lupin? Where's my father? What's going on?"

"Relax, James," Phoebe smiled. "We'll explain everything later -"

"You always say that," James interrupted. "But you never do tell us anything!"

"This time I will," Phoebe promised him. "I have some explaining to do, and Professor Lupin is right, if you guys truly are my friends, then you will understand why I kept this from you."

Her friends stared at her with empathy, nodded once and allowed Phoebe to slide under her covers as sleep kicked in.

~*Phoebe*~

When the Golden Trio, James, Phoebe and Terence left the hospital wing at noon the next day, it was to find an almost deserted castle. The sweltering heat and the end of term exams meant that everyone was taking full advantage of another Hogsmeade visit. Neither Ron nor Hermione felt like going, however, so they and Harry wandered into the grounds, still talking about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where Sirius and Buckbeak were now.

This left James, Phoebe and Terence to find Ashlyn, Sarah and Amelia so that Phoebe could explain her whole hidden secret to them in private. Thankfully enough, they found the three other girls in the library pouring over several books on - much to Phoebe's disbelief - "Elemental Magic?" she asked, sliding into a seat beside Ashlyn. "It's a gorgeous day outside and you're in here reading?"

"It was a hunch that I had to check out," Ashlyn answered. "And I didn't feel like going into Hogsmeade, we heard that you were getting out today so I figured do some research before I asked you..."

"Asked me what?"

Ashlyn offered her friend a look. "The truth..."

"About?"

Amelia and Sarah looked up from the books they were reading. "Are you an elemental?" they asked.

Phoebe considered them all for a few moments, exchanged a look with Terence who nodded at her to continue. They were her best friends, if the Golden Trio could accept her secret, then why would her best friends be any different? Granted James already knew the answer, because he had been there when she explained everything to Hermione and Ron earlier that morning, after they had explained how they had rescued Sirius and Buckbeak and now the two of them were on the run from the Ministry.

Turning back to her friends, Phoebe consulted their eager looks, sighed and said "Yes..." she nodded. "I am a four-core Elemental."


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*Shivers* Oh, I just LOVE that ending. =D

Chapter written by xXxKaraBeckerCutterxXx

Chapter updated 14 December 2011 at 02:48am