Lei Dumbledore-No hexes, those are cheap shots, especially from Moody, I
have no desire to become a ferret or any other type of rodent thank you.
Ms. Issues- If I told you what was going to happen right now, I'd have to tell everyone and that would completely ruin the purpose of cliff hangers. Hehe thanks for the review
Cresha Potter- Do I really look crazy enough to kill Harry, Sev or Lupin?... wait never mind don't answer that. Hehe thanks for the review.
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Chapter Nineteen-The Traitors
Everything went silent. Bodies of Death Eaters, Aurors, Phoenix members and the staff were strewn everywhere. Some dead, some alive, some mortally wounded. Dumbledore looked at the picture in front of him, it was as though it was all a bad dream, while at the same time he thanked Merlin it was truly and finally over. McGonagall, Moody, Mooney and several other teachers surveyed the damage. Shaking their heads they slowly began to walk towards their people. Leanne stepped over to her husband, Roxanne did the same. Many of the others began to look at the Death Eaters, removing their masks. McGonagall gasped as she pulled off a mask on one of the Death Eaters, Leanne pulled off another mask.
"Oh God, no wonder they got in so easily," McGonagall whispered. Looking between the two dead bodies.
"It doesn't surprise me, even Harry seemed to know," Dumbledore said looking at the dead forms of Cornelius Fudge and Poppy Pomfrey, their faces frozen in pain.
"Harry, where is he?" McGonagall asked.
"Over here," called a soft voice. They looked up and saw Sirius Black now sitting on the floor holding the limp body of his God-son.
"Is he alive?" Dumbledore asked as he hurried over and looked at the child lying in Sirius' arms.
"Barely," Sirius whispered. He looked up and saw Remus trying to wake up Severus.
"How is he?" He asked. Remus looked up at his old friend.
"He too is alive, but not for long." Dumbledore looked up at Mad Eye Moody who was walking towards him through the dead bodies.
"How many dead on each side?"
"There were 180 on each side, about 170 of the Death Eaters are all dead, the rest of the Aurors will be taking them to Azkaban in a few moments. Four Aurors are dead, two members of the Phoenix."
"That's good, better than I expected," Dumbledore said slightly, although he was sad that they had lost any.
"Sirius, I know you want to remain with Harry, but I need you to go fetch me a couple of Aurors that are willing to remain behind, we need someone to help us with these casualties, someone who can possibly work here, with Pomfrey gone." Sirius nodded and hurried off, leaving Harry to Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore, what's going to happen to the Ministry of Magic now?" McGonagall asked. Dumbledore sighed and looked at his friend.
"Well, with Malfoy dead as well as Fudge, that leaves the job to Arthur Weasley, hopefully things will finally change for the better. Remus, can you carry Harry?" The man's arm had stopped bleeding.
"Yes," Remus lifted the limp form of Harry into his arms and carried him upstairs. Dumbledore walked over to his son-in-law and sighed.
"Oh Severus, don't die on us now, your son needs and loves you," He whispered and then slowly picked him up into his arms and followed Lupin. He sighed, this day was to go down in history, and everyone knew it. McGonagall looked at the rest of the forms on the floor, as the Aurors began to levitate the bodies and take them to Prison. Sighing, she slowly walked back into the hall, not surprised to find most of the students looking frightened and white with fear. Sighing she headed towards the front of the room, where Dumbledore usually addressed them. Taking a deep breath, wiping her eyes and composing herself she began to talk.
"The war is over, hopefully forever. However I ask that tonight you all remain in here, until we are able to clear the school, your stuff will be brought down as soon as possible. Seeing as there is still four months left in the school year you shall most likely be sent home with your parents in the next few days so that you may understand further to what has happened. I thank you for your patience. Emily, Draco would you two please follow me, your brother and parents are upstairs waiting for you," everyone looked at the two children and then watched them walk out with McGonagall. Draco looked at the dead form of his father and couldn't help but want to cry. He walked over to him and gently rolled the man over on his back.
"Mum is gone too isn't she?" He asked quietly as McGonagall and Emily watched him. Suddenly Roxanne appeared in front of him.
"Your biological mother is yes, and your father. But I'm here as is your new father. Would you like to go upstairs and see them?" He nodded and took her outstretched hand.
In the infirmary four women and a young man were bustling between beds trying to treat every patient. Emily looked around, trying to find her mother or father or brother. Praying she hadn't suddenly been orphaned in a matter of four hours.
"Emily," she heard a cry, looking about ten feet away she saw her mother standing there.
"Momma!" She cried running and burying her face into her mother's waist.
"I was so scared," the girl cried.
"I know you were baby, I know. I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"Where are they?" Leanne took a deep breath and then knelt down in front of her daughter.
"It's not good baby girl, but the truth is anyone who made it out of this alive just barely made it."
"How bad is it?" She asked.
"Come," a few moments later they were standing beside Harry and Severus' beds.
Harry's head and chest were completely wrapped tightly as well as his left knee and right wrist and arm. What wasn't covered by white bandages was bruised. Under the bandages on his head was a blood spot, that Emily knew was his scar. Harry's normal pallor was worse than usual, his skin almost matching the color or the sheets he lay upon. She watched for a moment, as though making sure her little brother was truly breathing. She could see the faint rise and fall of his chest.
"Your brother nearly died," she whispered. Emily hadn't doubted that, from the looks of him that was obvious. Looking over at her father he looked just as bad. His head, and chest were also bandage. His left hand was swollen and scratched, while his Dark Mark seemed to have disappeared. He had bruises everywhere; his left eye was black as well. He too seemed to match the color of his sheets.
"Will they be all right?" Emily asked.
"As of the moment yes," a voice behind her said. Emily turned to look into the dark hazel eyes of a young man, with brown hair, he looked no more than thirty. Emily smiled slightly, he was handsome. He stuck out his hand and smiled at her.
"I'm Dr. Caden Moore. My wife and I will be replacing Madame Pomfrey. I used to know your father. He's a lucky man to have a beautiful daughter such as you. Although I must admit it's been quite sometime since I've seen you or your brother, I though you were dead." She blushed.
"Caden was a year behind us in Hogwarts, as was his wife. They're very good wizards, and trustworthy. They were the ones to delivered you." Leanne whispered into her daughter's ear.
"Hi," Emily whispered.
"Hard to believe they've grown so quickly," Caden said.
"Yes," Leanne said.
"Don't you worry Emily, we'll take care of them, you just be with them," with that and a soft smile Caden walked over to another bed.
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Dumbledore, sighed as he sat in his office surrounded by yelling. He stood up forcefully.
"SILECNE!" He yelled. He looked at them all, his staff and friends, some of the members of the Phoenix and several Aurors. Rubbing his forehead Albus sighed. Just then the person in question walked in.
"Arthur, good to see you," Albus said shaking his former student's hand.
"Dumbledore, good to see you again, even under such, dire circumstances."
"Yes, well such as it is, it's time to choose another head of the Ministry, however you will be forced to possibly start over. Many who were loyal to Fudge." Arthur nodded.
"I am aware of this."
"Good, there is more however to discuss, such as releasing Sirius Black from his sentence at Azkaban, and the Dementors. They are not pleased by what has been happening, and I fear they may even attempt to break those left out of the Prison and begin the war again."
"We must kill them," Moody said, while he wasn't fond of killing he wanted nothing more than to see this followers dead.
"Alastor," Dumbledore warned.
"Sorry, but the truth is if those people live then there will always remain that chance of war again. I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to chance that."
"While I agree with you Moody, now is not the right time or place to discuss this or decide it," Arthur said. Moody looked at him and smiled slightly. He was correct, and as Dumbledore saw this he knew Arthur would be a great head of the Ministry.
"How is young 'Arry Dumbledore?" Arthur asked concerned for the boy. His wife was as well.
"He's holding his own. I've arranged for the school to close for a couple weeks, seeing as no one will really be up to doing much right now. It's been a scary couple of days," Dumbledore explained.
"Albus, what of Snape, and Lupin. Are they going to continue to teach, and what of Madam Pomfrey's position?" An Auror asked.
"Snape will continue his job as soon as he is well again, whenever that might be. Lupin will remain our Dark Arts Teacher for next year unless, well at the moment for next year he will be teaching here, and I'm signing him on as a teacher here permanently if he wants the job. My daughters will remain here as well. As for Madam Pomfrey's position, my former students Caden and Caitlyn Moore will be replacing her. They are actual wizard doctors and were thrilled to be given the job," Dumbledore explained.
"Dumbledore, sir, may I ask, who threw the curse?" Arthur asked. Dumbledore nodded.
"Severus, Sirius, Remus and I did. We were all aiming in different places, and we got lucky." Albus said.
A/N:Please review, and for those who would like to give their opinion, let me know if you'd like to see the Metatron (Dogma) and Jamie (Truly Madly Deeply) in the next story.
Ms. Issues- If I told you what was going to happen right now, I'd have to tell everyone and that would completely ruin the purpose of cliff hangers. Hehe thanks for the review
Cresha Potter- Do I really look crazy enough to kill Harry, Sev or Lupin?... wait never mind don't answer that. Hehe thanks for the review.
Please anyone that would like to AIM me my AIM is Spooky2486, I'm on most of the time. Please also remember that I am a busy teenager, being sixteen, acting and softball keep me busy. I try to be diligent with my updating. Thanks for all my reviews enjoy this chapter.
Chapter Nineteen-The Traitors
Everything went silent. Bodies of Death Eaters, Aurors, Phoenix members and the staff were strewn everywhere. Some dead, some alive, some mortally wounded. Dumbledore looked at the picture in front of him, it was as though it was all a bad dream, while at the same time he thanked Merlin it was truly and finally over. McGonagall, Moody, Mooney and several other teachers surveyed the damage. Shaking their heads they slowly began to walk towards their people. Leanne stepped over to her husband, Roxanne did the same. Many of the others began to look at the Death Eaters, removing their masks. McGonagall gasped as she pulled off a mask on one of the Death Eaters, Leanne pulled off another mask.
"Oh God, no wonder they got in so easily," McGonagall whispered. Looking between the two dead bodies.
"It doesn't surprise me, even Harry seemed to know," Dumbledore said looking at the dead forms of Cornelius Fudge and Poppy Pomfrey, their faces frozen in pain.
"Harry, where is he?" McGonagall asked.
"Over here," called a soft voice. They looked up and saw Sirius Black now sitting on the floor holding the limp body of his God-son.
"Is he alive?" Dumbledore asked as he hurried over and looked at the child lying in Sirius' arms.
"Barely," Sirius whispered. He looked up and saw Remus trying to wake up Severus.
"How is he?" He asked. Remus looked up at his old friend.
"He too is alive, but not for long." Dumbledore looked up at Mad Eye Moody who was walking towards him through the dead bodies.
"How many dead on each side?"
"There were 180 on each side, about 170 of the Death Eaters are all dead, the rest of the Aurors will be taking them to Azkaban in a few moments. Four Aurors are dead, two members of the Phoenix."
"That's good, better than I expected," Dumbledore said slightly, although he was sad that they had lost any.
"Sirius, I know you want to remain with Harry, but I need you to go fetch me a couple of Aurors that are willing to remain behind, we need someone to help us with these casualties, someone who can possibly work here, with Pomfrey gone." Sirius nodded and hurried off, leaving Harry to Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore, what's going to happen to the Ministry of Magic now?" McGonagall asked. Dumbledore sighed and looked at his friend.
"Well, with Malfoy dead as well as Fudge, that leaves the job to Arthur Weasley, hopefully things will finally change for the better. Remus, can you carry Harry?" The man's arm had stopped bleeding.
"Yes," Remus lifted the limp form of Harry into his arms and carried him upstairs. Dumbledore walked over to his son-in-law and sighed.
"Oh Severus, don't die on us now, your son needs and loves you," He whispered and then slowly picked him up into his arms and followed Lupin. He sighed, this day was to go down in history, and everyone knew it. McGonagall looked at the rest of the forms on the floor, as the Aurors began to levitate the bodies and take them to Prison. Sighing, she slowly walked back into the hall, not surprised to find most of the students looking frightened and white with fear. Sighing she headed towards the front of the room, where Dumbledore usually addressed them. Taking a deep breath, wiping her eyes and composing herself she began to talk.
"The war is over, hopefully forever. However I ask that tonight you all remain in here, until we are able to clear the school, your stuff will be brought down as soon as possible. Seeing as there is still four months left in the school year you shall most likely be sent home with your parents in the next few days so that you may understand further to what has happened. I thank you for your patience. Emily, Draco would you two please follow me, your brother and parents are upstairs waiting for you," everyone looked at the two children and then watched them walk out with McGonagall. Draco looked at the dead form of his father and couldn't help but want to cry. He walked over to him and gently rolled the man over on his back.
"Mum is gone too isn't she?" He asked quietly as McGonagall and Emily watched him. Suddenly Roxanne appeared in front of him.
"Your biological mother is yes, and your father. But I'm here as is your new father. Would you like to go upstairs and see them?" He nodded and took her outstretched hand.
In the infirmary four women and a young man were bustling between beds trying to treat every patient. Emily looked around, trying to find her mother or father or brother. Praying she hadn't suddenly been orphaned in a matter of four hours.
"Emily," she heard a cry, looking about ten feet away she saw her mother standing there.
"Momma!" She cried running and burying her face into her mother's waist.
"I was so scared," the girl cried.
"I know you were baby, I know. I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"Where are they?" Leanne took a deep breath and then knelt down in front of her daughter.
"It's not good baby girl, but the truth is anyone who made it out of this alive just barely made it."
"How bad is it?" She asked.
"Come," a few moments later they were standing beside Harry and Severus' beds.
Harry's head and chest were completely wrapped tightly as well as his left knee and right wrist and arm. What wasn't covered by white bandages was bruised. Under the bandages on his head was a blood spot, that Emily knew was his scar. Harry's normal pallor was worse than usual, his skin almost matching the color or the sheets he lay upon. She watched for a moment, as though making sure her little brother was truly breathing. She could see the faint rise and fall of his chest.
"Your brother nearly died," she whispered. Emily hadn't doubted that, from the looks of him that was obvious. Looking over at her father he looked just as bad. His head, and chest were also bandage. His left hand was swollen and scratched, while his Dark Mark seemed to have disappeared. He had bruises everywhere; his left eye was black as well. He too seemed to match the color of his sheets.
"Will they be all right?" Emily asked.
"As of the moment yes," a voice behind her said. Emily turned to look into the dark hazel eyes of a young man, with brown hair, he looked no more than thirty. Emily smiled slightly, he was handsome. He stuck out his hand and smiled at her.
"I'm Dr. Caden Moore. My wife and I will be replacing Madame Pomfrey. I used to know your father. He's a lucky man to have a beautiful daughter such as you. Although I must admit it's been quite sometime since I've seen you or your brother, I though you were dead." She blushed.
"Caden was a year behind us in Hogwarts, as was his wife. They're very good wizards, and trustworthy. They were the ones to delivered you." Leanne whispered into her daughter's ear.
"Hi," Emily whispered.
"Hard to believe they've grown so quickly," Caden said.
"Yes," Leanne said.
"Don't you worry Emily, we'll take care of them, you just be with them," with that and a soft smile Caden walked over to another bed.
~~~~~~~
Dumbledore, sighed as he sat in his office surrounded by yelling. He stood up forcefully.
"SILECNE!" He yelled. He looked at them all, his staff and friends, some of the members of the Phoenix and several Aurors. Rubbing his forehead Albus sighed. Just then the person in question walked in.
"Arthur, good to see you," Albus said shaking his former student's hand.
"Dumbledore, good to see you again, even under such, dire circumstances."
"Yes, well such as it is, it's time to choose another head of the Ministry, however you will be forced to possibly start over. Many who were loyal to Fudge." Arthur nodded.
"I am aware of this."
"Good, there is more however to discuss, such as releasing Sirius Black from his sentence at Azkaban, and the Dementors. They are not pleased by what has been happening, and I fear they may even attempt to break those left out of the Prison and begin the war again."
"We must kill them," Moody said, while he wasn't fond of killing he wanted nothing more than to see this followers dead.
"Alastor," Dumbledore warned.
"Sorry, but the truth is if those people live then there will always remain that chance of war again. I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to chance that."
"While I agree with you Moody, now is not the right time or place to discuss this or decide it," Arthur said. Moody looked at him and smiled slightly. He was correct, and as Dumbledore saw this he knew Arthur would be a great head of the Ministry.
"How is young 'Arry Dumbledore?" Arthur asked concerned for the boy. His wife was as well.
"He's holding his own. I've arranged for the school to close for a couple weeks, seeing as no one will really be up to doing much right now. It's been a scary couple of days," Dumbledore explained.
"Albus, what of Snape, and Lupin. Are they going to continue to teach, and what of Madam Pomfrey's position?" An Auror asked.
"Snape will continue his job as soon as he is well again, whenever that might be. Lupin will remain our Dark Arts Teacher for next year unless, well at the moment for next year he will be teaching here, and I'm signing him on as a teacher here permanently if he wants the job. My daughters will remain here as well. As for Madam Pomfrey's position, my former students Caden and Caitlyn Moore will be replacing her. They are actual wizard doctors and were thrilled to be given the job," Dumbledore explained.
"Dumbledore, sir, may I ask, who threw the curse?" Arthur asked. Dumbledore nodded.
"Severus, Sirius, Remus and I did. We were all aiming in different places, and we got lucky." Albus said.
A/N:Please review, and for those who would like to give their opinion, let me know if you'd like to see the Metatron (Dogma) and Jamie (Truly Madly Deeply) in the next story.