A/N: Hello!!! Sorry about the evil cliffy…I wanted to get the chapter uploaded but I had to go, so, ya know…. Anywayz, about the Evelyn/Calista appearance: You should find out everything between chaps 10&12. There still will be some mystery surrounding it of course… hehehehe! * Grins evilly* lol! Thanx 4 all the reviews! Enjoy the chap!

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Chapter 13:

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who were both practically on the edge of their seats. Then came the greasy voice of their least favorite teacher.

"…Draco Malfoy." Harry gasped, dumbfounded. He exchanged awed glances with his friends; Lenore didn't look too bothered, though she read her friends' expressions curiously. Ginny's mouth was even more open than it had been when she found out who she was, Hermione looked in shock, and Ron was muttering wordlessly under his breath.

Harry caught a few words as he listened to his friend. "Malfoy… dirty Slytherin… not heir… Ravenclaw… bloodiest fake information I ever…" Hermione, of course, seemed to recover from shock first.

"Listen, you four." Ron obediently shut up and he turned intently back to the pin. Snape continued.

"He, too, is waking every morning at six, and he is mumbling in his sleep about Slytherin most every night. He is having a rather hard time and doesn't seem to want to take the Mark; yet, anyway. We need to get him out of there as soon as possible, if there's any hope at all of him not joining the Dark Lord's ranks. Though we must tread carefully around him; he does not like being forced into doing things. I have talked to Lucius about my nephew, Augustus, and Luccius doesn't seem to mind Draco coming to stay with us in a week or two. Once he is with me, I will try to get him over to this side. And I have little doubt that the boy is good at heart, as much as Potter," and he spat the name,"will tell you. And I would like to offer my joy that Calista and Evelyn have returned safely home," he finished idly. And Harry couldn't help but notice the way Snape said Calista's name; almost with hate and love combined, with longing and desire. Harry shuddered, wondering if Snape had ever fancied her. It was not a good thought.

"Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore as Snape took his seat. "Now I would like to address the new issue myself: Lenore. Everybody knows about Lenore by now; and at the rate word travels, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole of Hogwarts knows by the day school begins. We are tirelessly tracing the roots of Voldemort; of Harry and of Lenore, but there is always that little snag, there is something missing from the records, though we don't quite know what it is. There certainly appears to be something missing, as Slytherin's firstborn, his first heir, from whom Voldemort descended, doesn't appear on magical files, as Amara Slytherin, anyway, whom we know existed. This mystery seems quite trivial, though, as this happened over 1000 years ago. However, I advise you all to be on the watch, and I would like to ask two Order members to work on tracing Vladislav's descendents as far as you can find. He is Slytherin's second-born, and he appears on the files. Would anybody like that job?"

"I'll do it," came the loud voice that Harry recognized belonged to Madame Bones, from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the ministry.

"Good, good, thank you," said Dumbledore. "Anyone else?"

"I will do it," piped a voice Harry couldn't put a name to at the moment.

"Thank you, Dedalus. And now, moving on to our next issue, which I will address fairly quickly. I still need a Defense Professor at Hogwarts, preferably in the Order, so that a disaster like last year does not recurr. Anybody that would be interested, please come to me after the meeting. And now if Arthur Weasley would please come up for the sector on the ministry."

"Thank you, Albus," came the voice of Mr. Weasley. "As we all know, Fudge isn't exactly too pleased with the lot of us right now; he is, however, taking precautions now that You-Know-Who is back. They will be accepting more Aurors this year than normal into the training program. They will also be having monthly defense clinics for anybody interested in coming. The Ministry will definitely be cracking down on any magic around Muggles or with Muggle contraptions," he then sighed sadly, "even if you aren't intending on using them. Severe fines and up to 6 months in Azkaban are the usual punishments now. Any death eaters caught will be tried and sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban or death. Unspeakables have been working day in and day out, but, as some are undoubtedly in the Order, you probably know what they're working on, Dumbledore. That's all. Any other announcements before I give Professor Dumbledore the floor?" He looked around, squinting. "Oh, Fred, George. Very well, then." There was a rustling of papers and a moment later Fred's voice boomed out of the tiny red pin. Or George's.

"Hello, fellow Order members."

"Hello. We are here to talk about Diagon Alley and its response to the war."

"Yes. There are far fewer shoppers; only about half the amount there used to be. Many shops aren't doing too well; losing business and all. And many shopkeepers are scared out of their wits by the occasional lockdown and the Aurors all coming out of their invisibility cloaks-"

"But besides that,"

"Everything's going to plan. We just had an idea, though, that we'd thought we'd mention."

"Yeah. Moony, Remus I mean, how did you and the Marauders make the map? We were thinking-"

"-that one can be used for Diagon Alley."

Remus Lupin's voice then was heard. "It's impossible," he sighed. "I could never remember everything. I'd at the very least need Sirius."

"Oh," said a twin. "In that case, bye!"

"Yeah, and don't forget to go to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes at 93 Diagon Alley-"

"Special discounts if you know Harry!" Harry looked at Ron, rolling his eyes. Ron sniggered. Then Dumbledore again began to speak.

"And now Severus, once again, for the information of Voldemort." He then whispered silently, and Harry had the distinction that only the people in the basement room could hear.

"You do not need to hear this part, Harry; Hermione; Ron. I am de-activating your pin for now. Meet me tomorrow around 7:30 AM in the room you are in now for a short discussion. Thank you for your patience." With that, the pin suddenly muted. Harry looked up at his friends, but Ron spoke first.

"What in the name of Merlin."

Then four more voices rang out at once.

"I know-"

"Can you believe that?"

"Why was the-"

"How can that be?"

"WAIT!" said Hermione. "We're adults, let's conduct the conversation in a muture manner." Ron snorted.

"At least I'm capable of a mature conversation, unlike some people I-"

"You guys!" yelled Ginny. "Drop it! You can go have your debate/snog session when nobody is with you!" Hermione flushed scarlet, and Ron's ears reddened.

"We don't-" he began, but he was cut off by Harry.

"We know, Ron, we know. But first thing's first: the heirs."

"Yes," agreed Hermione quickly. "I've always had a feeling you were Gryffindor, but Ginny and Malfoy-"

"Not in a million years," stated Ginny. "Hufflepuff! And I've always kind of thought they were a bit… well, I always felt bad for them and now I'm a direct descenedent of their founder?" She shivered. "Weird."

Ron nodded fervently. "Exactly. I wonder if dear old Draco knows he's the heir of Ravenclaw… I'd always thought he'd be a Slytherin for sure. Oh, have we ever got dirt on him…"

"What's so bad about Ravenclaw?" asked Lenore thoughtfully, her emerald eyes shining in the firelight. Ron began answering her, but Harry never heard what he said. His scar suddenly erupted into pain as Harry blacked out. All he was aware of was pain… and voices.

"Godric, no!"

"Please… She's only a child!"

"Salazar, are you blind? Are you blind? They're here, telling you what will happen! You need to face the truth, Salazar."

"Godric, don't! Don't! I know she's… hers, but please, face reason!"

"YOUR heir, Rowena, YOUR heir… do you want him to suffer throught that mess?"

"But they lived so far…"

"And how long until the world is destroyed?"

"Godric, follow your head, not your heart. If she dies, then your heir is not born!"

"Papa, make Uncle Godric stop! I'm scared."

"Amara, do you want the world to end?"

"GODRIC, no! No! Stop it, you fool!"

"If none of you see the signs, I DO! Fine, I don't care… let that pitiful, evil woman live. And may you watch the sufferings of the world to come. It's not my business… but they came here for help. Face it, Salazar! You were decieved by the devil in disguise… The girl is no child of yours. It's her or the world."

"She is the world, Godric. And in her veins run blood purer then yours will ever be, you filthy mudblood!"

"Stupef-"

"Crucio!"

The scene faded into darkness as two shadows appeared. "Oh, Helga, I fear the worst is coming."

"Yes, Rowena. Yes. I've that ill-fated premonition as well. And I fear it so."

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