Disclaimer: I own nothing...well that's not true... I own a dog, but that really doesn't have anything to do with Harry Potter... I do not own any of the characters, and I do not plan to sell this story for any money (although I will take donations...lol). J.K. Rowling owns everything, I just own the Idea.

[A/n: Sorry this took SO long, I really should have finished this chapter much earlier...well :D hehehehe well thanks so much for the reviews. If you have any ideas about the story, or comments about why things are the way they are please send them to me. I am all for taking ideas from reviews. You guys can pick what happens next lol... well, somewhat ;). See yeah -Lianne]

HARRY POTTER AND THE FINAL PROPHECY

CHAPTER THREE ......................................

Harry slowed to a walk seeing he had 5 minutes left. Paintings watching him as he steadily walked down the long corridor. Harry stopped in front of a large picture of a woman with long red hair. He found himself thinking of Ginny. A wave of grief filled him, as he remembered the look on her face as she stalked away.

"She hates me," Harry said, still looking up at the painting.

"Of course she hates you. She would be alive if it wasn't for you!"

Harry whipped around, his wand quickly drawn out of his sleeve. The ugly smirk of a blonde hair Slytherin faced him.

"What are you doing out here, Malfoy?" Harry spat, glaring deeply at his enemy.

Draco Malfoy tapped a large badge on his chest and smiled, "I, unlike you, Potter, am Head Boy, and am allowed to be here." Malfoy chuckled, "So I'll have to take 10 points from Gryffindor for being out of bed."

"Well you, unlike I, Malfoy, are a big git." Harry turned back to the painting behind him, and stared up at the woman.

"Thinking of dear mummy" Malfoy mocked for behind him. Harry tightened his grip on his wand. He defiantly wasn't in the mood for this tonight, "I see the resemblance, I mean they both are ugly bitches."

Within a second, Harry had spun around, his wand directly at Malfoy's chest. His face was inches from the Slytherin's, and his green eyes pierced straight into Malfoy's cold gray ones. Malfoy's eyes moved down to the wand as his check moved up and down fast. They then flickered back up to Harry's, and a grim appeared on Malfoy's face, almost daring Harry to strike.

"Potter, no magic in the hallways," He said, but the fear was still present in his voice. His eyes kept darting back and forth between the wand and Harry, "Another 10 points from Gryffindor."

"Don't you EVER say that again," Harry yelled, his wand jabbing hard into Malfoy's chest. He didn't care points had been taken. It was a worry of his former life. He continued, "Don't you ever talk about my mother again."

Harry's green eyes flared with hatred. Something he had not shown in months. He didn't care anymore; he just wanted to be rid of this world. He had now lost everything that was important to him. He only had one thing to complete.

Malfoy took a careful step back, and moved to the opposite wall. Fear creased lines on his face, as he stared at Harry. His voice was anything but his normal cool and calm. Terror filled every word.

"Your crazy," he moved further away, still pressed against the wall. "I'll get you back for this, your get your payment."

His eyes never leaving Harry's face, Malfoy slowly moved down the corridor, and disappeared into the darkness.

Dumbledore was standing outside the entrance to his office when Harry arrived. His long silver hair glittered as it ran down his back. He wore navy robes, tied at the waste by a gold band. Harry approached him slowly, while he struggled to grab a hold of his last emotion.

"You will have to take all of it." Dumbledore instructed, holding out a small vile for Harry to take. "It will take a full 1 hour to work completely."

Harry nodded and took the vile. IT was a milky purple liquid, filling the small bottle entirely.

I will make sure you are settled before I leave. I will stay until the potion has taken its full effectiveness."

Harry nodded again. He put the bottle in his bag.

"Do have any questions before we leave?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry glanced up at his headmaster, thinking out the question that has plagued his mind since he had heard the plan.

"Yes, sir. Er..." Harry said, thinking how to word his question, "Since you are able to get all of my memory back, wouldn't Voldemort be able to do the same thing?"

Dumbledore pondered the question for a minute.

"We have thought of that same question, Harry, but we are hoping that the Death Eaters will not realize what had happened." Dumbledore replied

"Sir, how can you be so confident of that?"

"We can because we have to. I know this might be difficult for you to understand but this is going to make the difference. It will work Harry."

Dumbledore smiled gently at Harry. He then turned from the entrance of this office and began to walk down the hallway.

"Anything else you wish to ask, Harry?" Dumbledore asked. Harry quickly followed his headmaster, confused at where they were going.

"Er, sir, where are we going?" He asked.

Dumbledore looked over at Harry, still walking and said;

"The potion will need to be taken before we go. It is a very temperamental concoction." He told Harry, "The biggest change happens only one minute after the potion is taken. You will experience extreme confusion. You will still remember your life but the details will be come jumbled. Over the hour, those details will disappear.

"I see" Harry said simply.

Dumbledore led them down stairs, towards the dungeons. Harry knew immediately where he was going. The dark gloomy hallways were one's he saw every week.

The walk was not long but Harry's lets grew tired and weak as they approached Snape's office. Dumbledore knocked lightly on the door. Harry heard someone approach and a distorted shadow appear through the glass. Snape opened his door, and beckoned the Headmaster inside. As Harry entered he noticed 2 people sitting by the fire. Professor McGonagall sat closest to the fire, nursing a large glass of what appeared to be Fire Whiskey. Her lips were thin and she has a very worried look on her face. Madam Pomfery sat across from her on an identical chair. Her hands were fiddling with the ends of her house coat. She looked up and Harry, and gave a large sigh.

"Why is it always you, Potter." She said, more stating then asking. Her voice was not harsh, but more sympathetic. She knew that this was all put upon him.

The other teachers made no comment. Snape had taken a seat beside Professor McGonagall. His face turned towards Dumbledore, who was still standing by the door. The potions master had not looked at Harry since they had entered. Snapes dislike of Harry had not lessened one bit since Harry's first day of Hogwarts. In fact, Harry was sure it had grown in the past year. Snape seemed to be taking it as a person instill that Harry was no long responding to his snide comments. He now had to make fruitless comments about Harry's perfect potions in class.

"I trust all the preparations have been made Minerva?" Dumbledore walked further into the office resting his hands on the back of McGonagall's chair.

"Of course," She handing him a small envelope which to Harry looked like it contained a Key.

"Well then, It is time," Dumbledore said, his eyes now resting on Harry. He noticed the three teachers were now looking at him warily.

Harry nodded slowly, and reached into his bag. He pulled out the potion and held it out in front of him much liked Aunt Petunia would with a dirty old sock. Harry looked up at Dumbledore for any hint as to what to do. Dumbledore smiled sympathetically and nodded. Harry slowly uncorked the vile and looked down at the murky purple liquid within. He closed his eyes and tiled the bottle back into his mouth.

It felt colder then ice. The foul tasting liquid worked its way around his mouth, freezing his teeth. His tongue went numb, and his mouth was too cold to move. Harry didn't know how he actually managed to swallow it as the liquid seemed to freeze everything it touched but the slimy potion found its way down his throat. Harry began to gag on the taste of it. As the liquid moved around his body he felt his lungs freeze and he struggled to take in air.

"This is it, I'm done for! Snape must really be working for Voldemort then." Harry thought. He reached again, and then fell on his knees.

He could feel the potion move all around his body. His body fell limp, and his face fell against the cool stone floor. It felt like fire against his face. His glasses lay abandoned beside him, and Harry could hardly make out the blurred faces around him. His body was sprawled on the dungeon floor as the potion still moved through his body. It felt like an ice cube was moving up his spin, towards his head. It moved closer to his neck, and Harry clenched what ever muscle he could as he awaited the pain. He caught one last blurred look at his teacher before he grasped his head in pain. His scar seemed to be burning into his head. The white hot pain of his scar put the coldness out of his mind. He no longer felt the freezing pain of his muscles but the burning of his skin. The hot pain spread to the back and the burning feeling moved along his brain.

Confusion hit him almost instantly. His mind tried desperately to grasp on to images and information. It all drifted away. He thought of his friends; "Ron and Hermione, My best mates, right?" he thought frantically, "Ginny," he paused, "Ginny?" He knew who she was. He had to. Her face flashed through his mind as he struggled to remember her.

"She has red hair and freckles." Harry said.

"Mr. Potter, what on earth are you talking about?" Snape sneered out.

Harry realized he could move once more. The cold burning of his body had left, and only a dull ache on his scar remained.

Harry shook his head, still fishing for memories. He slowly got to his feet, and leaned against a chair. The teachers were now on their feet, looking at him very cautiously. Harry grabbed on to his wand. He usually kept it in his hand, and it had become such a habit.

Madam Pomfery approached him and began to look him over.

"Do you remember your name?" She asked, cautiously

"Harry...Harry Potter" he stuttered out. He couldn't remember his middle name. He knew it started with a 'J', or something. "John, maybe?" he thought.

The nurse nodded in confirmation and smiled sympathetically. He hated when people did this. He didn't want to be a source of sympathy. She seemed satisfied and gave a short nod to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked over at the other teachers. He paused on each of their faces. It looked as if they were all communicating some sort of knowledge that Harry had now clue of.

"Harry," Dumbledore, as well as the three other teachers were now looking at him. The Headmaster held out an odd shaped book. The over read; "Magical Guide to the Muggle World; are they really THAT different?"

"Muggle?" he thought, "What is a muggle?"

Dumbledore's voice broke Harry's thoughts. "I need you to take this book, Harry; it will take you to your home."

"How will a book bring me there?" Harry asked, he almost laughed at the idea of it. A book, transporting him home?

"Wait for me there." Dumbledore's voice was very stern, telling Harry that he was not going to answer.

Harry looked at the other teachers for a sign. McGonagall sighed and said; "Take the book, Mr. Potter," Her eyes shown brightly with tears.

"Why was she crying?" Harry thought. He stared at his transfiguration teacher for a moment before looking back down at the book. Harry grabbed it, and looked back up at the teachers before a strange pull on his navel took him away from the ground of Hogwarts.

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Ok, well I know it's a bit shorter then some, but talk about MAJOR writers block. Its horrible, and really not one of my favorite chapters... my non writing skills. Please give me some constructive criticism... I NEED IT! PLEASE REVIEW... I will update faster the more I get.

Me: Thanks :D

Miguel: It is sad... I may get better... eventually. I think the next two chapters will be sad... but I'm just guestamating.. :D

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Evon2evon- Lol one of the best stories on the net in the near future? Lol... some how I cant see that. Maybe it's my own person criticism though... probably not a good thing. Well, I can assure you that Harry and Ginny WILL get together...at some point in this. I agree the Harry/Ginny paring IS the best. I really hope it comes into J.K. Rowling's books... :D:D I haven't really worked out the story completely. I've gotten up to the end of the second chapter so far in my brain. I've written this reply before I wrote the 3rd chapter so it's a surprise to me too! Lol.. I take your "theories" into thought, and if you have any suggestions about the chapters feel free to make them. I'll all for reviewer insight.