IN WHICH THE TEAM DECIDES THAT A PLAN MUST  BE MADE

"Merloyn?" Dumbledore said as the flash of silver brushed past him.

He hadn't answered the questions yet and before anything he heard a cry of "Oh shit!" then another flash of silver had passed him. Then after that a flash of black. The others sat there stunned, while Ron sat, melancholy and slumped in the corner. His face was that of a pained boy, a boy that suspected that the one he loved was going to do something dramatic and risky, that she was doing it for him, that he couldn't do anything about it, and strangely enough, that he didn't quite understand it all and that he was completely out of his mind. Otherwise he would've gotten up surely, he would've risked those dreams coming true to attempt to stop her. Ronald Weasley truly and deeply loved Merloyn Malfoy and vice versa. Professor Albus Dumbledore, current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin First Class, first rank member of the Order of the Phoenix, knew this for sure.

The Prefect's Dorm

"You don't want to this Merloyn,' Harry pleaded.

Draco had explained his suspicions to the other boy on their sprint here and it had been confirmed when they walked in to find a room full of incense, flowers, cloth, candles and a dagger, with Merloyn in the process of putting all the objects into the shape of a circle.

"Don't I Harry?" she replied desperately. "Don't I? Don't I want to save Ron? This might be the only chance Harry. You don't understand. Its evil. Its powerful. And those combinations don't go nicely together. It's not a fairytale, life. Love won't defeat evil, and it's the meaning of evil. If you've seen the thing's it's made people do. But this is the real world, and sacrifice could work. He's confused enough to fall for it. I would do anything to save Ron Harry, you should know that. And I'd still do it if the level of success was only 7%. But this has a high chance of success and what's a life worth? Is a single life really worth another's? A million other's? The fate of the whole Light Side? I don't think so Harry and this is the only solution I can come up with so if you have a better idea than tell me or otherwise step out of the way."

Draco was standing in the corner. Harry plainly did not need him and he didn't want his twin to feel outnumbered.

"All I know is that what-ever a laudabilis is, you're important to this war, that you're not thinking properly, that this still has a big chance of not working and that," he sighed. "You'll be no good to us dead."

The girl burst into tears and threw herself at her bestfriend.

"What else can I do Harry?" she whispered. "What's the point of being a god damn laudabilis if I can't do anything. If I can't even get the one I love out of a trauma? If I can't do anything?! I'm useless! I'm absolutely useless!"

She was getting more desperate now and her body was shaking jerkily as tears streamed down her face.

"You're not useless sis," Draco said stepping out of his little corner. The emotional outburst had been his queue.

"You're great. You're the most amazing person I know and I know a lot of people. You're smart, caring and as far as I know you're a great laudabilis," he continued.

"Then why can't I do a god damned thing? Why can't I do a bloody thing?" she continued to sob.

"Because you CAN do something Merloyn," Harry replied. "The only thing is that we don't know WHAT it is we need you to do but I promise you this, you CAN do something. You've already done lots of things. You've saved my life countless times, you've helped Draco with your father, you've become the best student Hogwarts has ever had. And in the long run those things count. You can do something Merloyn, the only question is what."

"What we need," Draco concluded, walking around the two. "Is a plan."