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Fate.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Ron's anguished cry ran through the room, stopping all the fighters.

Harry and Hermione immediately turned towards their friend, wondering what was wrong. Their question was answered as soon as they saw the figure lying at Ron's feet. The whole room had become deathly silent; no one dared to say anything, seeing the fury now roaring in the teenagers' eyes. Then someone made a sound.

One of the Death Eaters began to laugh.

It became their end.

The three teens snapped their heads up at the same time, their eyes were now a ragging gold colour, a furious wind started to flow through the room and golden auras enveloped the teens. The rage in the air was nearly palpable, and the Death Eaters started to grow nervous; they knew things weren't going well. As one, the three teens turned to face them, now floating a foot in the air, and as one, the Death Eaters fell down, screaming in agony. No curse had been uttered, no movement coming from the teenagers, just those burning golden eyes that seemed to be able to bring unbearable pain to those who deserved it. The wind was starting to grow stronger, making the whole room tremble under its fury. Slowly but surely, the Death Eaters started to float and suddenly they were being propelled into the walls of the room with sickly crashes. Again and again, the black robed men were flung against the wall; only the sounds of their impacts were heard in the room, since the men were unable to scream anymore.

Sirius watched this display of power in horror, he could barely believe that those three people standing there, shinning with power, were the same teens he had been watching this morning. For the first time he truly realised how dangerous they were and knew that if they weren't stopped, they would kill all the Death Eaters. Gathering his courage, he stepped forward slightly, and in a strong voice called out to them. "Ron, Harry, Hermione, stop it! You're going to kill them!"

But the teens paid him no heed; they seemed to be lost in their rage. Sirius walked a bit closer but was restrained by a firm arm around his waist. Turning, he saw Remus standing behind him.

"Let me go, Remus."

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you get closer to them, Padfoot, they're completely out of control."

"But."

Suddenly the Death Eaters stopped moving. They were still floating in the air, held up by an invisible force, but they were no longer crashing into the walls. As far as Sirius could tell, they were all unconscious, and some might even be dead. Turning towards the teens, he saw they were looking up, as if listening to something. The wind slowly died away. Turning towards his best friend, Sirius saw that Remus was also hearing something. Then the sound became clearer and he was able to hear it too. It was the soft tune of a phoenix, very similar to what Fawkes used to sing, but yet so different. Then, a small golden light started to appear in front of the teens and a soft voice ran through the minds of everyone present.

"My children, you have to calm down. You can't allow rage to consume you. Close your eyes, come with me."

In a haze, Sirius saw his godson and his two friends obey and in a flash of light they disappeared. The Death Eaters fell down in a loud crash, startling the silence that now reigned in the hall.

At the same time, the doors to the Hall opened and Dumbledore came in followed by fifty aurors. They all stopped dead in their tracks at the sight that met them. Turning towards his teachers, the old headmaster uttered the question that was now running through all their minds. "What happened?"

When Dragon opened his eyes again, he saw that he was in the same dark space he had been in more than a year before. Both his friends were lying on either side of him, still completely out of it. In front of them the huge form of the golden phoenix appeared. He seemed to be waiting patiently for them to awaken. Slowly, the young boy stood up. His whole body was aching, probably from the great energy he had spent. With a shudder, he remembered what his friends and he had done. Never had he lost control of himself in such way, and he could do nothing but hope it would never happen again. Slowly, he approached the glowing phoenix; he could clearly feel the concern and disappointment radiating from the bird. He silently came to a stop in front of it and waited patiently for the phoenix to speak. Not five minutes later, he felt the calm presence of Hermione coming to a halt next to him, slipping her hand into his, looking for comfort. He gently squeezed her hand without looking away from the mighty phoenix hovering in front of them. It took Ron some more minutes to join them. He came to a halt on Hermione's other side and also took her hand. They stayed silent. There was no need for words. They each understood what the other was feeling, the sadness, the fear, and the anger that was still in their minds. They could also clearly sense the phoenix, as a small light pulsating in the back of their minds. It had always been there, since the fateful Christmas, but they often ignored it, only drawing comfort from the brilliant light when it was needed.

The silence was broken by the Phoenix's soft voice in their minds. "You should not have done that." They didn't answer. There was nothing to say that would justify their actions and they knew it. So they calmly waited for the reproaching words of the bird, that they deserved. "You shouldn't have lost control like that. You have been trained and prepared to fight, to always keep control. When you melded and accepted part of my gift, you knew how dangerous it would be to lose control. Now you've seen it for yourselves, and I hope that will be enough for you to no let it happen again." The three of them looked down and nodded slightly. The silence stretched for a long moment before the phoenix spoke again. This time, his tone was gentle. "I think you should take some time for yourselves, to deal with what has happened. Look for a new apartment, another school, break the connection with the wizarding world for a while longer."

The three teens looked up at him and shrugged lightly; they didn't really care right now about what they should do. Harry was suddenly feeling very tired, not only physically but also emotionally. He wanted all the sadness, fear, and anger to stop; he just wanted to be able to live a normal life. Well, as normal as the Boy-Who-Lived could. His eyelids grew heavier and after a few moments, he gave in into the deep sleep that was claiming him.

To be continued.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I'm trying to finish Free so I don't have so many stories going on at the same time. Until it's finished I'm not going to be updating this very often, but I promise I'll finish it, so don't worry. Thanks for all reviews.