Disclaimer: Since it's almost over there aren't many times left for saying this. So. I DON"T OWN BEYBLADE!

Shea and Kenny were outside the bey-stadium. She sat on the steps that led to the front door, looking worn and weary. Kenny stood beside her, glancing around nervously. Suddenly a car pulled up in front of them, its beaming headlights so bright that the two children brought their hands up and shielded their eyes. The door opened as two women stepped off. One was medium height with golden hair and cold blue eyes; the other was very tall and slim, with long dark hair that's pulled back and a pair of smoky green eyes.

"Is everything according to plan?" The blonde woman asked as she stepped towards them, concern on her face, "Where are the others."

"Mostly it went according to plan." Kenny said wearily, "But there is something we didn't expect. When we shut down the main system, it automatically sealed down many rooms and released water to flood the entire building. The others are trying to get all people out."

She nodded, and took out a device from her pocket and spoke into it. A minute later more cars with flashing lights moved in, including police cars and ambulances and some anonymous others. Just then, people began to file out of the bey-stadium. Some of them were dressed in lab coats, others in solid coloured uniforms. The police and the medical workers received them. Then they saw Max came, followed by Tyson and Kai.

"That is everyone." Tyson reported, "We checked at least three times."

Suddenly the dark haired woman came forward and asked, "Where is Ray?"

The threesome looked at each other, puzzled.

"Strange, we did not see him at all after we split up." Max said with a frown, "I did not at least."

He turned at looked Kai and Tyson, who both shook their heads.

Tyson said loudly, "That's weird, I saw both of you plenty of times. Where could he be?"

Suddenly Kai's mahogany eyes narrowed as he cursed with rage, "That idiot! That son of..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but it was obvious what he intended to say.

"Hey!" Tyson defended his teammate good naturedly, "There is no need for that, I am sure he will..."

His sentence was cut short when Shea gasped and stared at Kai. She said in a trembling voice, "You don't think he... he actually took his words seriously, do you?"

"Erm, would anyone like to tell me what's going on?" Kenny asked in a baffled voice.

Shea answered in a quiet voice, "Remember, Chief, what he said when we first discussed this. He said 'I swear to you then that I will try everything I can to keep him safe, and if he shall die because of our actions, I will pay for it with my own life.' "

This time everyone gasped. Max exclaimed, "You mean he went down to the main computer room trying to get Harry? But that's impossible."

"You try offering me a better suggestion as in why he is not here yet." Kai said forcefully, his anger still apparent.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Tyson shouted, "Let's go! We don't have much time."

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Harry looked and watched the water came rushing down on him like a bird of prey diving down on the helpless victim. He closed his eyes and waited. Surprisingly the water never hit him. After waiting for a few seconds that seemed like the eternity, he opened his eyes tentatively, and saw the water stopping right above him, as if trapped in some invisible container. Then the water hurled back, retreating as fast as they came. Harry stared, unable to believe his eyes.

"Is anyone down there?" Someone shouted. It sounded like Kai's voice.

Harry replied hurriedly, "Yes, I am down here."

Bright light shone down from above him, and he barely distinguished a face. Then something slivered down.

"Hold the rope tight, we will pull you up." Again it was Kai's voice.

Harry caught the descending rope and wrapped it around his wrist. The rope tugged and slowly he was pulled upward. The distance was not so great, and he climbed up not long after. He saw Kai, Tyson and Max there, and also an Asian woman that he had never met before. He was standing in waist deep water, and more water behind him, standing upright like a wall, held a sway by some unseen magic.

"Where is Ray?" Kai asked in an urgent voice.

"He... he fell." Harry swallowed nervously, feeling Kai's intense stare and also the piercing green eyes from the strange woman, "He was hit by Voldemort's curse and he fell down the shaft into the water."

"For how long?" The woman asked tersely.

"I don't know." Harry backed up a small step and cried out in stress, "I don't know! A minute at least."

"Do you have your wand with you? Vanish that tree right now." The woman said, no, commanded rather, looking down the elevator shaft.

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the leafy branches. He muttered quietly, "Evanesco."

The tree promptly vanished, leaving only endless darkness to be seen.

"Max, can you?" Kai asked quietly.

The blonde boy, who was already looking paler than usual, nodded determinedly. He raised his left hand, but slowly if with great difficulty. Harry could feel the wall of water tumbling behind him, as if threatening to crash down, but no one even paid the slightest attention. Then a new spurt of water rose from the elevator shaft, as if a fountain leaping into the sky. The column of water rose higher and higher, finally Ray's limp form was seen atop of the water. The woman took the boy in her arms and nodded towards Max's direction. Max waved his hand as the wall of water parted in front of them, opening up a way for them to pass. The woman led the way and headed down the watery corridors first, and then Kai and Max followed. Finally Tyson grabbed Harry's hand.

"Come on, we have to get out of here fast." He said in a warm voice.

Harry nodded numbly and followed without a word.

They turned and twisted through a maze of corridors, always flanked by water that stood like a wall. The dim light, combined with the grey walls and the greenish water, cast about an eeriness that is beyond descriptions of mere words. Harry could feel himself shivering all over. Finally, after know what seemed like the eternity, they came out of the underground complex. Even as they walked up the stairs that led to the stadium floor, Harry heard a loud noise of splashing water as the magic that held them up vanished and the walls of water came crashing down.

Outside the building there were many people and vehicles with flashing lights. The tall woman, with Ray still in her arms, went to an ambulance quickly, and Max, Tyson and Kai followed her closely. Shea and Kenny were standing with a blonde woman, talking in hushed voices. When they caught sight of Kai and the others they quickly went over as well, with worried looks on their faces. Harry stood there, watching, not knowing what to do. Everything went on quietly with a solemn air. No one spoke to him, or even flashed him a glance. He saw the ambulance now starting to pull away. All of the Blade Breakers and the tall Asian woman went also, leaving him there alone without as much as a backward glance.

Finally the blonde woman turned towards him with a thoughtful look. She looked at Harry with those cold, calculating blue eyes of hers. Harry saw there a mixture of indifference, mockery and perhaps just a little anger. Yet a few seconds later her look softened and there was more warmth in her eyes.

"You are Harry Potter, right?" She asked softly.

Harry nodded numbly.

"The boy who lived, they say." She murmured, and asked in a very serious voice, "Did you fulfill the prophecy then, boy?"

Harry nodded spitefully and answered, "Yeah, I did. I killed him. All right? You people happy now?"

Suddenly he paused and raised his head to look at that woman. She did not look like someone who would know of the prophecy.

"Don't ask me how I know, boy." She said, "I am not here to answer your questions. If chance allows, everything will be explained to you. But now we must get you some place safe."

Suddenly an old voice said in response to that, "I will take the boy from here, Madame."

Harry turned and saw Dumbledore walking up in quick strides, his eyes glinting dangerously behind his half-moon spectacles. He seemed weary, and old, and full of anger.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry called with mixed joy and embarrassment as he nudged closer to the old man.

"No." The woman refused in a flat voice without moving a finger, "He is an important witness to our operation. He will be placed under our custody for 72 hours before further decision can be made."

"I do not think that's necessary." Dumbledore said coldly, "Harry here is a student of mine placed under my care, and I say he shall not endure any of you for a second longer."

"Albus Dumbledore." The woman whirled around suddenly and faced the old man, "You stand on the territory of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. I represent the lawful government of this country, and what I says, goes."

There was something about her that silenced the old man. Her cold, piercing blue eyes are as if making a challenge and a threat at the same time. After a moment of silence she continued, "He will stay at this hospital," Here she passed a folded paper to Dumbledore; "You are welcome to visit after 12 hours, with as many guests as you like."

Harry was escorted to a car by two medical workers, and they pulled down the street in the thick darkness. The rest of the night passed like a blur for Harry. He vaguely remembered reaching a stately looking building, and was put in a room to rest. He did not remember when and how he fell a sleep, but when he woke again it was day again, and bright light streamed into the room through the crack between curtains. He looked around and saw he was lying in bed, in a small but nicely furnished room. There was thick, beige coloured carpet on the floor, and colourful hangings on the wall. Harry looked around suspiciously. This doesn't look like a hospital to him, be it a muggle one or wizard one. A knock on the door broke his thoughts.

"Come in." Harry said absentmindedly.

The door was pushed open and a plump red head walked in. She was dressed in nurse's white uniform, looking very neat and reminding Harry of Madame Pomfrey.

"So you are awake, boy?" She said brightly, "Here, you want a bite to eat?"

Harry nodded and was offered some tea and biscuits. He ate slowly, despite his hunger and the delicious taste of the food.

Harry turned to the nurse and asked nervously "Er, I was wondering if you can tell me..."

"Sorry, boy." The nurse cut him off promptly, "I can't tell you anything. One reason you are here in this building is that we don't speak."

"Fine, fine!" Harry said in frustration, "Can you at least tell me what time it is?"

"4 o'clock in the afternoon, my boy." The nurse answered with a smile, "You slept the whole day, and I almost sent away your visitors."

"Visitors? Who?" Harry felt his heart suddenly skip a beat.

"An assortment of people, but noticeably an old man with very long beard." The nurse said with amusement, "You want to see them now?"

"Yeah, yeah, please." Harry replied eagerly.

The nursed laughed and left. Soon the door again was pushed open. Dumbledore walked in, followed by a distressed Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione and Ron.

"Oh, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley rushed up to him and hugged him tight, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I am fine." Harry said in a muffled voice, and then he raised his head and asked, looking at Dumbledore, "What happened, Professor Dumbledore?"

"You know we watch you carefully, Harry." Dumbledore said solemnly, "And we saw you leave your hotel building last night, but we couldn't find you after that. You simply vanished. It took us a while looking at all the places we can think of. What happened after that, I was hoping you can tell me."

Harry looked around doubtfully, and finally began, "I thought I knew what was going on, but then things just got out of hand, and now I think there must be something I wasn't aware of."

He took a deep breath, and began to tell the events last night. He told everything in the most miniscule details he could remember, for he was searching for what he missed even as he told his story. Sometimes he would pause, thinking hard. Everyone was listening to him with such concentration. When he finally finished, everyone looked troubled and relieved at the same time.

"Does that... does that mean You-Know-Who is really dead?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Voldemort is dead, very dead." Harry said nonchalantly. That wasn't what he was looking for, so he turned to Dumbledore and asked, "Do you think, Professor Dumbledore, that Voldemort is right about... about them? Do you think they really had another plan that I didn't know about?"

"I am afraid I can't answer you that." Dumbledore said slowly, in a troubled voice.

"I can answer you that and everything else." A new voice chimed, gently and softly, in a voice full of weariness and sorrow.

Everyone turned around and looked, and saw Shea standing before the door. Her face was pale, her golden eyes were clear yet laden with grief. She was leaning on the doorframe, looking like a flower almost withering.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione leaped up and asked in an accusing and suspicious tone.

Shea didn't answer at first. She walked up to Harry and looked at him in the eyes.

"I came here offering you an explanation." She said, in a beautiful, tuneful voice that is devoid of emotions, "Harry Potter."