Chapter 17 Penelope looked at Angelina, studying her. She was standing the furthest away from the group. Angelina smiled evily and Penelope started walking towards her. "Penelope!" Percy screamed and tried to reach for her but missed. "Stop!" Soon Penelope was standing next to Angelina. Angelina turned and looked at her, smiling wider. She placed her hands on her shoulders and began to suck her soul from her, the blue smoke held them close and in the air for a few seconds before dropping Penelope limply to the ground. "Pene-" Percy started, but was stopped by his own tears. Angelina landed on the ground softly and threw her robes behind her. She began to laugh looking at the group. "Pathetic, thats what you all are." Harry whimpered as he backed up into the couch. He held his hand on his scar. "It hurts." "Ah, Dearest Harry Potter." Angelina shook her head. "Do you know what today is?" Harry held his head, Hermione and Ron were at his side. "Fight it Harry." Hermione pleaded. "Ah yes. Fifteen years ago today." Angelina touched her chin as if thinking. "Lord Voldermort killed you're parents." She took a step towards them. "Are you going to join them?" Harry screamed in pain, holding onto his scar. "You-" His voice shook. "Leave us alone." "Stay in a group." Hermione whispered. "It can't get us if we are together." They all backed onto the couch, all of them sitting onto it, placing a hand on Harry. Harry sat up, removing his hand. Angelina became startled as she watched Harry sit up. "You can't hold out forever." Angelina took another step towards them when the fireplace began to rattle. Bright green flames shot out and danced on the floor around them. "What's going on?" Angelina stepped back as the green flames chased her. She tripped over the small of the rug and the flames lept onto her completely covering her. The room glowed a brighter green as the flames devoured the body of Angelina, then grew dark and she was gone. They all sat on the couch in the empty living room exchanging glances. The fire place lit up again. "Harry." The fireplace called out and two figures emerged. A man and a woman, Harrys parents. "Mum. Dad?" Harry asked, sitting up, his scar no longer hurting. "Yes Harry." The woman replied. "At the crack of dawn this house will destroy itself on orders from you're father and I. Leave quickly. You're professors and fellow classmates are worried about you all. Again, We have built a support system to get from our world to yours. Go Now, don't look back." Harry nodded, watching the figures in the fireplace, tears welling up in his eyes. "Lets go." Fred was the first to the door, followed closely by George. He threw open the door and the early morning sun blinded them and the street of Hogsmead. Professor Dumbledore stood on the porch, his face twisted in fear and worry. Harry, Ron and Hermione helped Percy to the door. He was still crying and upset about Penelope. Draco, Susan, Cassie, Cedric and Oliver were the last to enter the doorway. "Ah, My students!" Dumbledore raised his arms. "Hurry now, come out." All following Dumbledores orders they left the house and joined him on the porch. He turned and they followed him onto the streets of Hogsmead. Dumbledore stopped by a rather large black dog and patted his head. He looked to Harry. "I believe someone has been worried about you Harry." "Snuffles!" Harry, ron and Hermione yelled in unison and pet the dog as it approached them. "I see we are missing four students." Dumbledore folded his hands. "Well, may they rest peacefully." He bowed his head toward the house. "Now we must return to Hogwarts." As then walked down the road of Hogsmead they were greated by several different students. Fred and George immediataly began reciting their heroic tale of saving everyone to the crowd and recieved tons of applause. "Ah. Fred Weasley." A mysterious girl from the crowd smiled at him. She winked and dissappeared into the crowd. "George, did you see that? It was a girl!" He ran into the crowd with an attempt to find her. Draco stood against a fence by himself watching the house. It began glowing a green and soon just vanished into the early morning. He sighed. "I'm sorry about you're friends." Cassie approached him her head down. Draco nodded avoiding her. "I never actually thanked you." Cassie folded her hands and turned to see Oliver, Susan and Cedric approaching her. "If it wasn't for you then we possibly wouldn't have made it." Cassie shrugged. "Yeah, if you didn't kill Oliver, then we'd all think he was Oliver." Cedric added, then looked very confused. Draco nodded. "Yeah. You didn't let me run out the door remember? If I knew anyone that was a huge jerk to me I'd let them run out that door." "We may not like you, but we're not Barbaric." Oliver shook his head. "Do you think it's over?" Susan asked. "Far from it." Cassie shook her head looking at Harry. His scar was glowing a faint purple. "Far from it."