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Harry put on his glasses and was attempting to get out of the infirmary bed when Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"Hold it right there, Potter. You can't leave until I've removed your bandages and made sure you're all healed up," stated Madam Pomfrey. Harry knew better than to argue so he sat back down and held his hands to her. She quickly and efficiently took the wraps off and examined his healthy hands.

"What happened to the other three?" Harry inquired.

"That's beyond my power to tell you, Potter. If you require an answer immediately, I suggest that you speak with Dumbledore. He'll be down here any minute to ask you why you did what you did to your hands anyway, so just wait until then," she replied. Harry nodded, and at that moment Professor Dumbledore strode in.

Seeing Harry in a fine condition, he said, "Harry, come with me to my office with me. Harry jumped up and followed Dumbledore. As he followed Dumbledore, he looked down and noticed his was still in his dress robes. He imagined what people would think if they saw him on the way. After Dumbledore said the password (Pepper Imp), they entered his office and sat down.

"Professor, what happened to Ron, Hermione, and Draco? Why are they in the infirmary?" Harry asked.

"First things first, Harry, why were you beating yourself up last night?" Dumbledore asked, but he a kind of look in his eyes that he already knew.

"Ummm, uhhh, because…" Harry mumbled, head down. He looked up and met Dumbledore's light blue eyes, feeling them search through his mind. "I was jealous of Malfoy. I got so mad; I just couldn't control myself, sir. I'm sorry."

"As I thought. You shouldn't do something as extreme as that though, when something doesn't go your way. You might have ended up seriously hurting yourself or some other innocent person. You should thank little Michael Panders, he was the one who came to alert me, and he saved you from yourself," said Dumbledore reprimanding. Harry nodded.

"About the others, sir?" Harry asked, concern and confusion in his eyes and voice.

Dumbledore sighed. "This will probably upset you more, but please try to relax." Harry sat up straight in his chair and stared steadily at Dumbledore.

"What happened," Harry said firmly. Dumbledore sighed.

"Last night, from what I have so far gotten out of the witnesses, Leah awoke from a love spell Mr. Malfoy. They were outside at the time, and when Leah refused Draco, it seems he forced her to go with him to a location off the campus. Coincidencely, your friends Ron and Hermione were near them at the time Leah refused him, and as Draco left with her, they followed him. They traveled to a nearby lakeside, and it seems Voldemort was there, waiting for them. Except I think it was supposed to be you who followed Draco. When they arrived and Voldemort appeared, he raged about and used the Crucio spell on Draco, Hermione, and Ron, and (I wasn't able to talk to them long last night) then they told me Voldemort was shouting something when he saw Leah, and he took her with him as he apparated."

Harry's face had turned white. Voldemort had hurt his friends and then kidnapped his crush. Just then Fawkes, who must have flown in the window because he had not been there when he had first come in, landed beside him. Fawkes must have recently molted because he looked quite small, like a half grown. The small phoenix looked up at him with grave eyes. Harry sighed.

"What are you going to do next, Professor? To get Leah back?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore sighed and then said," Well, I'm not sure. I don't know the exact location Voldemort is using as Head Quarters, so I cannot just go and raid anything."

Harry blinked, and thought for a moment before saying something. "He's at his old house, the Riddle Family's home."

"How do you know, Harry?" Dumbledore questioned curiously.

"I had another nightmare last week, Professor. I knew Voldemort's plan for last night. In the dream, and in all the other dreams, he has been at that house, and said that it was his house in one." Harry said, looking at Fawkes.

Dumbledore stood up and faced Harry. "Thank you Harry. You have just provided a most useful piece of information to me. We can come much closer to finding Leah and destroying Voldemort." Harry nodded. "I think your friends should be awake by now, and we can interrogate them more thoroughly." Harry nodded and followed Dumbledore back to the infirmary. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, McGonagall intercepted them.

"Dumbledore, we have just received word that Lucius Malfoy has been murdered. By Voldemort," McGonagall stated.

"Come with us then, we're going to see him and the other two in the infirmary. We'll tell him then," said Dumbledore.

"That was in my dream last week too," said Harry to Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded and kept going, now with McGonagall with him in tow.

They arrived at the infirmary and the three were awake. Hermione explained most of the situation.

"Ron and I were out on the terrace, getting some fresh air, when we heard Malfoy and Leah. They were arguing, and then Draco knocked her out and carried her off. We went after him, being her friends and looking out for Harry because we couldn't find him." Then Draco continued.

"I didn't want to. Father said if I didn't do what he said, that bad things would happen to both me and him…" Draco faded off, and Ron took over.

"We followed Draco to the lake, where he stopped. We were on the verge of a fight when you know who appeared. I watched as he glanced around, I guess looking for Harry. Then he saw Leah…" Ron paused and looked to Hermione. She nodded and finished for him.

"I remember Voldemort's words exactly. He appeared right after Leah had awoken. As he looked at us all, he stopped and stared at Leah. In amazement, he cried 'Deionara!' Leah looked at him, and then something dawned on her. She shouted back at Voldemort, 'She was my mother, and you!' Leah by then had begun looking horrified. Voldemort had the strangest look on his face when he answered Leah. 'My daughter…our daughter…' I can't even describe it. Then, he cast a sleep spell on Leah and then used Crucio on us… It was terrible. Just before I passed out, I saw Voldemort pick Leah up and the apparated with her. That's what happened." Hermione finished and took a breath.

Leah was Voldemort's daughter. Leah was Tom Riddle's daughter. She had his eyes. That little knot that had been tugging at the back of Harry's mind was released. That's who her eyes reminded me and Hagrid and Dumbledore of. Tom Riddle.


Author's Note: Wicked huh? Stay tuned for the rescue, vanquishing of Voldie, and more. I'm starting to tie up the loose ends, so be ready ; ) By the way, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please.