Elisabeth woke in the hospital wing almost a week later. She had no memory of the previous days but was told by Hannah that she hadn't missed much.

"You had us pretty worried there baby girl." Hannah said when Elisabeth woke up on the seventh morning.

"What 'appened to Dublader?" She asked, her exhaustion showing in her voice.

"You need some more rest." Hannah said, ignoring the question. "I'll get you some tea and then you get some more sleep. I'll call your dad and tell him you were up, he was worried." She bustled out of the room and Elisabeth fell back asleep.

She woke the next morning and demanded Hannah tell her about Dumbledore.

"I do not need more sleep! I need to know what happened in that room!"

Hannah sighed and sat on the edge of Elisabeth's bed. "Dumbledore, as you probably know, is extremely old. Years ago he mastered the magic of Australian aborigines, called "Aduantu Etwilla." Which means "taking magic." What happens is he finds himself in the company of other wizards who haven't mastered this magic, which is illegal by the way, and he saps energy and life from them. It was better when he was headmaster and had constant company with other wizards, it didn't have such a devastating effect but now, no one will go near him except in large groups because he's even more dangerous in his old age. In fact, Liam is the only one who will go near him."

"He shouldn't." Elisabeth said. "He's too young. Hannah tell him he's too young. He won't listen to me."

Hannah smiled. "What did Dumbledore say to you?"

"The chamber will be opened." And then she turned over and fell back asleep.

Hannah tossed excessive amounts of Floo powder into her fire and called Harry until he came up, coughing and hacking, into her office.

"What?"

"Dumbledore told Elisabeth that the chamber was going to be opened."

"Bullshit." Harry said simply. "Dumbledore is barking mad. Besides, I killed Voldemort and the basilisk." He stopped as a sound came from the ajoining hospital wing.

"The 'pider said so. S'true, he said so." Harry looked at Elisabeth, her face hot with fever, lying in the bed. She was talking in her sleep.

"Aragog." Ron's voice.

"Nuh-uh. Aragog is dead, besides, she's just hallucinating.Why are you here? God, that's creepy, you just show up at EXACTLY the moment.."

"Ask the wife. Harry, you remember what it was like when no one believed you. When no one belived you didn't open the Chamber. Maybe you should consider Elisabeth's story."

"No. That crazy old bastard has convinced her of some cock and bull story. I gotta get back to work. Come over for a beer later though." And he stepped back into the fire.

Ron sighed and Hannah placed her hand on his arm. "He doesn't want to belive it. It means that he'll have to admit that he couldn't end the cycle."

"I know Hannah." Ron said, sighing.

"Why are you here, by the way?"

"Hadda talk to McGonagall." He sighed.

"About Hermione?"

Ron nodded. "It's all we need right now, for her to lose her job."

"I know it. She's got me on probabtion too. At least when Dumbledore was here he didn't have everyone but his pets on thin ice."

"Dumbledore never hurt anyone." Ron said evenly. In these times you had to be careful about who you confided in.

"No, he didn't." Hannah replied carefully. "Although I don't know that he was the best thing for this school."

Ron turned and faced Hannah. "You don't? Why not? What did he ever do to put this school in jeopardy?"

"Nothing. That's what, he was the best thing for this place. Everything that went wrong here was fixed whe Dumbledore was in and now look." Ron answered for her, shaking his head.

Hannah, had been trying to answer shrugged. "Are you going to be here for a while? Yes? Then I'm going to take my break."

"He's really mad isn't he?" Elisabeth asked Ron when Hannah left.

"Not at you pet. He's mad because he can't stop what's going on, so instead of helping you he's doing the worst thing he can do. Ignoring it. Don't blame him Elisabeth, he's had a hard life."

Elisabeth sighed. "I don't want to be the chosen one! I just want to be Elisabeth. Last year I wasn't even a witch and know I have to be the chosen one!"

"You've always been a witch. You can deny it but it's always there. Like Anna and William trying to deny being Weasly's. It's not on the surface, it's something that runs inside of you. It's your blood."

Elisabeth sat quietly for a minute. "Ron?"

"Hm?"

"If the Dursleys never told my dad that he was a wizard why wouldn't he tell me?'

Ron bit his lip. "Your dad had a -tough- life. There were so many drops, he wanted you to be a squib, he didn't want to explain everything and then have you not get your letter. And he could forget about everyone else a little bit better when he didn't have to think about witches and wizards and so forth. I don't think Hannah was right, getting him to send her letters. I think he might have come back sooner if she had let well enough alone."

"Hannah was just doing what she thought was right." Elisabeth said.

"Oh I know. And your dad was doing what he thought was right too. Maybe he was, you never know. Maybe we were all right and maybe we weren't. All's I know is you can't blame people for what they've done."

"Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you believe me?"

Ron smiled a half-smile and tipped his head forward. "I haven't got the slightest doubt. But you are going to have to look a little harder for other support. You may find it's hidden in the most unlikely places." He winked and left the room.