A/N: Sorry for SUCH a long update! Omg, my mind was all like "Hmm… I'm going to get writer's block!" Lol!  Today I watched Othello, the play, and everyone started laughing when the guy killed the girl.  Lol!  Anyways, thanks for waiting!! Candy and popcorn and ice cream for everybody!

Oh, and I don't think I'm describing these shadow things right.  Okay, imagine a dark, dark room, and then shadows of people, only the shadows are even darker than the room and they flicker. 

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Chapter 41:

            Harry gasped in shock.  When the whirling walls stopped in the darkness, there were suddenly silhouettes of different people all over the room.  And there were voices.  Everyone on the wall seemed to be talking in their own little world; every single shadow.  Harry was transfixed.  The shadow in front of him he recognized.  It seemed so familiar… and suddenly he realized: it was the shadow of Dumbledore; a much younger Dumbledore.  Harry slowly rose to his feet.  Next to him, the others were standing up as well, transfixed, and not uttering a word.

            Harry  passed Dumbledore's shadow and looked at the next one.  It was Harry's mother.  Suddenly, Harry realized that all of these shadows must have been the people who had formerly stumbled upon the room.  Harry could tell it was Lily.  He just… knew. 

Next to Lily was a girl the same height with long curly hair.  There were also two other girls.  One of them had a small build but with distinguished curves and long, straight hair which seemed to have a flower in it.  The last girl had straight hair that was medium length, and was a medium height.  When Harry inched closer, he could hear their conversation.  The last girl had the most beautiful voice Harry had ever heard.  It sounded like a silent, beautiful rainstorm. 

            "I can just tell," she was saying.  "You three know that I'm a seer… I just know that my time is… limited; I've seen it!  It was h-h-horrible… And we need to tell Dumbledore…"  Harry was immensely interested.  He knew that Holly had died before her seventh year, but he hadn't known she was a Seer, too. 

            "Holly," Harry's mother was saying.  "Oh, Holly!  W-who-?" 

            "Andy- Andromeda; I told her I was a Seer, and- and somehow… Narcissa and Bella found out, and-"

            "They're Death Eaters?" asked the small girl, presumably Calista. 

            "Oh, Calli… I- I don't know, but He knows!" whispered Holly.

            "Come on," said Calista.  "We have to tell Sirius; he'd fi-" 

            "No!" whispered Holly.  "It has to happen… I don't want to change the future!"

            "But Holly!" whispered Lily, sounding as if she was in tears.  "We can't live without you!  You're our best friend!  We have to protect you, and think of Remus!  We know now that he loves you so much, and-"

            "Lils… you won't have to live too long without me.  And, I'm not going to end up with Remus.  He will fall in love with…" She began crying again.  Harry suddenly didn't want to hear this conversation.  He moved on to the next, solitary shadow.  It looked so familiar!

            It was a squat little girl, who seemed to be practicing hexes.  "I'm a descendent of Ravenclaw!  Why- won't this- work!  Stupefy!  Stupefy!  Olive will be sorry… she isn't a descendent of one of the heirs!  Stupefy!  Stupefy!  Stupefy!"  Suddenly a weak little line came from the girl's wand.  Harry gaped.  This was Moaning Myrtle!  How did she find the room?  Hadn't Dumbledore said that powerful witches and wizards found it?  Harry shrugged to himself and walked past several shadows he didn't recognize, until he came upon a shadow he knew all too well. 

            She was a teenager now, with long spirally hair.  She was moderately tall, and her eyelashes were so long that they stood out on the shadow on the girl's little face.  Amara. 

            "Oh… I love this room so!  Thank goodness Llewellyn told me about it, but… whatever shall I do!  I can't pretend not to remember for another moment!  They came!  I- I could've died… Oh, why can't they come back?  I need to know if what I heard that night was true!  I can't tell Llewellyn or Caradoc or Asher or even Vladislav!  What if they don't like me?  We all remember my mother, and they don't like Papa much either right now…. But what if I'm not even Papa's?  Oh!  Whatever shall I do?"  Harry wanted to stay around and listen, but Amara had grown quiet and had been seated in a chair.  Suddenly, a voice broke through the other voices.        

            "Harry!"  It was Ginny.  "C-come h-here a moment, H-harry!"  Harry tried to hurry over, but he couldn't see where Ginny, Draco, or Lenore was. 

            "Ginny?"

            "Yes?" came the voice again, only it was much closer.  Harry reached out an arm and felt Ginny's shoulder. 

            "Is that you, Gin?" he asked quietly.

            "Yeah," she whispered.  "Harry look at that shadow!"  Harry looked and felt the blood drain from his face.  It was Voldemort- and McGonagall. 

            "It's T-t-tom," whispered Ginny fearfully, shaking.  "D-do you think that he- that he'll… can he see us r-right n-now?"  Ginny clung to Harry and Harry put his arm around her. 

            "I don't think so," he said softly.  He took a step closer. 

            "What do you want, Riddle?" Minerva asked coolly. 

            "Minerva… we could be friends again, my dear…"

            "I think not, Tom…"

            "But, Minerva… there is so much you don't know about!  You could have anything- power; glory- what do you want, Minerva?"

            "I want peace, and happiness-"

            "Minerva… If you join me, and we get rid of those standing in our way- once we take over, we could make peace, and happiness… and love," he added, smirking.

            "Tom Marvalo Riddle!" shrilled Minerva.  "I know it's you behind the attacks, and-"

            "If you don't shut your mouth, you might be next, Mudblood-"

            "You're not a pureblood, Tom, so don't even-"

            "It's Voldemort, Minerva.  Lord Voldemort."

            "You're an arrogant, insufferable, power-hungry, war-monger!"

            "And you are a stupid Gryffindor that doesn't know her place.  And one day, I'm going to be ruling this whole country.  And wizards and witches alike will fear my name!" 

            "Did anyone ever tell you you have horrible comebacks, Tom?"

            "Now, Minerva… you're the smartest witch in the school, and-"

            "Are you schizophrenic?" 

            "No!" he hissed. 

            "Well then leave me alone, Tom!  Please, just leave me alone!  And get all these dangerous ideas out of your mind; Grindewald is out there, and-"

            "I'm going to kill Grindewald if old Dumbledore doesn't hurry.  Minerva… you're really beautiful, and-"

            "And you don't hold a candle up to Gavin Potter!"

            "I can't believe you fancy Potter," he spat, "The filthy Gryffindor-"

            "Who used to be your other best friend!  Now let me by, Tom!"  Suddenly, Voldemort grabbed McGonagall and kissed her.  She struggled and shook him off.

            "I- hate- you!" she spat.  Tom then laughed.  A laugh that made Ginny begin shaking again in Harry's arms and made Harry's hair stand more on end then it usually was. 

            "Crucio!"  Suddenly Ginny screamed and wrenched out of Harry's grip, crying. 

            "Let us out!  Please!  I- I can't take it in here, Harry!  H-how do we get out?  Lenore!  Draco!  DUMBLEDORE!  Somebody, help!"  Suddenly the voices of the shadows became louder.  Ginny found Harry again and sobbed on his shoulder. 

            And Harry, Ginny, Lenore, and Draco, the four heirs of the Hogwarts founders, were trapped in a room of pleas and screams and darkness and memory.  Until, that is, Malcolm Baddox, the young Slytherin, opened the door of the room. 

            Suddenly, in a split instant, the shadows vanished, the light shone brightly again, and all objects in the room reappeared.  Harry looked up, shielding his eyes, at the Slytherin spy. 

            "How did you-" he sputtered.  Malcolm raised his dark eyebrows at Harry, lying on the floor, Ginny, who was sobbing on his lap, Lenore, who had been pacing nervously, and Draco, who was staring at the wall in amazement. 

            "I'm not even going to ask," he said, rolling his brown eyes.  "You guys are all weird..."  Harry stood up, giving glances to Draco, Ginny, and Lenore.  But when his eyes met Lenore's, her thoughts came into his head.

            "Do we tell anyone?"  Harry decided to answer telepathically.

            "Not yet."

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            Over the next few weeks, the work load of Occlumency, Legilimency, Quidditch, Defense training, Auror training, and 5 Newts classes was really beginning to get to him.  He was working even harder than Hermione, and that was saying something.  Plus, every once in a while, he would get trapped in a room with Draco, Lenore, and Ginny.  He talked to Dumbledore about it, but, to tell the truth, he was not much help.  And nobody, even most death eaters, knew what Voldemort was planning. 

            It was one day in the middle of November when rumors immediately started up.  Harry was at breakfast, after a morning fly on his broom, sitting next to Ginny and across from Hermione and Ron, when a barn owl dropped the Daily Prophet in front of Hermione. 

            Harry peered at the Headline as Hermione's face went white.

            Exclusive Interview with He Who Must Not be Named

            Harry took a double take.  Sure enough, that was what it said.  And it was by Rita Skeeter. 

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