Chapter 8

"Oh come on! Just down to Hagrids for a bit! Please Sirius, I want to see if we could do it."
"Why don't you go with-"
April cut him off. "You know perfectly well what Lily would say, and James is at practice, Reemus and Peter are probably with him. You're the only one. Please?"
"No, I have to take this up to the Owlery, it can wait untill tommrow, and it's too risky to go down there alone. It Can Wait." With that he strode off.
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"APRIL!"

She hear their voices dimly. She tried to hold up her head, yet she was too weak. Her robe was somewhere in the snow, along with her wand. Blood flowed from her scrates that had ripped though the dress she wore, while the snow turned red. All she remembered was the voice, and it telling her it wouldn't hurt. She had lunged at him, the others around her had attacted her; held her down while he sang a chant, what happened while he chanted, she couldnt remember, all she knew was that she was fadding, and being dragged along the ground. The shouts of Sirius, Dumbledore, James, and Lily growing dimmer by the second.

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April stood up, and walked away from the island, still holding her coffee. She went out to the deck, Sirius made to move after her, but Dumbledore stoped him.
"She needs to be alone."

"But..."

"But nothing Sirius. Has been living a lie for the past 16 years. You cannot expect to help her deal with that. She needs to be alone.

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April remembered everything now. She remembered how after she had blacked out on the Hogwarts yard, they took her to her grandmother's, and done the same thing to them. She supposed now that it must have been the Obliviate incanitum, although how he did it, or why was beyond her.

She had been on the porch for thrity minutes, standing, staring, and drinking her coffee, when she heard the door open. She went and sat in one of the chairs, as did Dumbledore.

"I don't think, he used the Obliviate charm. He may have used a form of it, but not the real thing." April said softy, letting her soft British accent flow.

"Why do you think that?"


She thought a moment. "Because I could have blocked it. Because you might have broken it. You would have. I remember him, he was chanting, almost singing."
She bolted up. "Do you know what I mean?"

"No, I'm afaid I don't."

April raced to the living roomm then back to the porch. She sat her laptop on the railing, and becond Dumbledore over.

"This, this is how he did it." She pulled up a website, and sound started streaming. Next, she pulled up the source code.

"Do you know anything about computers or programing?"

"Saddly, no."

"Well, this is a web page." She pulled up Yahoo. "See how on this page, there's no sound?" Now she pulled up the source code for Yahoo. "This is the code, that makes Yahoo run. Now, lets say this is the lyrics of a song." She pulled up the site with the music. "Now you see, this page has music embeded in it. It's the exact same as Yahoo, only with sound. You don't really notice the sound, it's just there. When you look at the code, you see this snipit for music. The creator of this page took the Yahoo code, and used it on his page, and then burried a song in it."

Realization dawned on Dumbledore's face. "Brilliant," he wispered, "brilliant. He hypnotised you, with the song. And then sprung the incantium on you." He paused and watched her silently stairing into nothing.