A/N: Okay.  DON'T KILL ME!!!! Please!  I am So SO SOOOO sorry!  I was going to update Thursday or Friday, but on Friday I came down with a 104 fever and have been sick (AGAIN!) since then.  I swear, I have been sick like a zillion times in the past 2 months.  Anyways, this chapter might not be that great since I want to hurry and get it out, but the next one will, I swear!  And I won't make you wait over a week ever again (hopefully).  Thank you SO much for all of the reviews and support!  :-D Almost at 450 reviews!!!

Chapter 70:

            The rooftop behind Hagrid's hut was dark and shadowy, and the forbidden forest loomed overhead.  On the other side, there were shadows and silhouettes and large, untamed flames roaring around them.  Harry shivered.  It strangely reminded him of Acacia.  Harry wondered if Lenore was okay.  He tried speaking with her in his head, but the connection had been severed.  Again, he found himself asking who Vega was.  He hoped Dumbledore had heard him.  Surely someone in the Order had at least… But what if no one else was supposed to know? 

            Oliver Wood counted down, and Fred and George patted Harry on the back.  "All right team… on three.  One-"

            "Good luck," whispered Katie. 

            "Two-"

            "We'll need it-"

            "Alicia! Now is not the time to be cynical-"
            "Three!"  Harry rocketed into the air.  The Death Eaters (there were about five; Harry recognized two) looked up, irritated.  Mango was standing at full height now, swaying dangerously and giving the Death Eaters murderous glares as they attacked her.  Luckily, she was still living, so none of the scales, if they even had any, would work.  One of the Death Eaters, a large, Vernon-shaped man sent a green beam of light at Oliver.  Oliver dodged it on his broom and sent a stunner, which the Death Eater deflected. 

            "Get away from the Dragon!" hissed a Death Eater that Harry was almost sure was Avery, "This is not a game!  You don't even know its purpose!"

            "I think we do," said Harry dangerously, "And I think you'd better get away from it!  Voldemort is already gone, anyway!  All of the Death Eaters shuddered.  "What?" mocked Harry.  "Think Voldemort's the only one with a powerful Cruciatus?" he asked in a fake-concerned voice, pretending to be getting ready to use it. 

            "No!" yelled the Death Eater to the right of Avery.  "Crucio!"  Harry dodged it easily. 

            "Don't be scared," said a female Death Eater in a fluidic voice.  "He's bluffing."  She then turned to Harry.  "Don't recognize me, Harry?" she asked.  Harry paused for a moment, and, taking advantage of his hesitation, another Death Eater fired what looked like a killing curse at him, but Katie pushed him out of the way, only missing the curse herself by a fraction of a second as it shot in between them. 

            "You idiot, Montague!" hissed the woman, spinning towards him. 

            "Thanks, Katie," whispered Harry.  She nodded, looking very disheveled and shaking. 

            Oliver suddenly sent a Stunner at the large Death Eater and it made contact.  George then hurriedly yelled "Wingardium Leviosa!"with a lot of force and exertion. And the Death Eater was thrown into the air and fell to the ground about forty feet away, next to an Auror.  The woman turned back around, eyes blazing.  She shot a killing curse at Alicia.  "AVADA KEDAVRA!" 

            "NO!" yelled Harry, pushing his broom towards her.  But Alicia didn't move.  She sat there on her broom, eyes large and scared, staring at the green beam of light.  Everything seemed to freeze. 

            "ALICIA!" yelled Katie.  Oliver shot at her from below and Katie from above.  Harry wasn't going to make it.  He begged his broom to go faster, faster!  Angelina was crumbling beside Harry. 

            The curse hit Alicia, and she looked no different for a moment.  Suspended in the air on her broom, brown eyes wide with terror; mouth slightly ajar.  And then, her hands slid off of her brand-new Firebolt, and her deadweight fell from the broom, towards the dirt below them. 

            "No," whispered Harry.  He turned, seething to the woman who had cast the curse.  Hate, Hate, HATE.  This is NOT righteous anger… hate!  "CRUCIO!" he yelled at the woman, all memories of Sirius falling into the veil returning to his head.  The woman fell to the ground, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.  Behind him, Angelina flew to the ground next to Alicia.  Katie threw a Stunner at the Death Eater next to Avery. 

            "Crucio!" yelled another Death Eater at Harry.  Harry missed it, but dodging the curse caused him to lift the one he was administering.  The woman stood up, wrenching off her mask. 

            Harry saw a huge resemblance to three people… Calista, Acacia, and… Voldemort, when he was still Tom Riddle.  The woman was beautiful.  She had long, black, soft curls winding down her back.  Her eyes were large and black.  The woman's face looked like Tom Riddle's.  It had that setting to it.  The yearn for power; the cunningness and the manipulation skills Tom possessed were etched onto her pale face.  Her eyelashes looked like Calista's, and she was about the height of… Amara, actually. 

            "That was nothing, Potter."  She suddenly turned around, hexing all of the other Death Eaters with her and stunning all of the remaining Quidditch Players

besides Harry.  They all tried blocking her, but she was too fast.  It was sickening; they would just… fall off their brooms, and hit the ground beside the fire, under a

dark, indifferent sky, illuminated only by the full moon.  The woman then spoke again.  Her voice was like Acacia's; persuasive and beautiful.  "Harry.  I am the

most powerful witch OR wizard alive.  I am more powerful than Tom Riddle.  I am more powerful than Dumbledore.  I'm more powerful than you, Harry.  In fact,

Harry… none of you would be here if it weren't for me.  Now do you know who I am?"

            Harry thought for a moment.  "You can't be… Acacia?"

            The woman laughed, and it sent shivers up Harry's spine.  "Acacia?  That worthless, lying scum?  Harry!  Oh, you do make me laugh.  Acacia was my

mother. Once."

            "What are you talking about?" asked Harry, beginning to sweat, realizing how very alone he was.  Mango began to lie down. 

            "Harry," whispered the woman.  "I am Amara.  Ever heard of Necromancy?"  She laughed once again.  "That idiot Tom Riddle brought me back to life. 

He brought me back to life, though, as a baby!  Can you believe how stupid that was?  I grew up with a decant pureblood family.  Voldemort came on a regular

basis.  My older brother became a Death Eater.  Tom Riddle is an idiot.  My brother was just as idiotic and got himself killed.  I didn't care much.  His name was

Mikhail.  But he's alive, anyway, so it doesn't matter.  I was raised as Vega.  Vega Wentworth. 

            "Tsipora was the baby of the family.  She was too young to serve Voldemort last time around, but I swear, she was like a granddaughter or something to

him.  He brought her presents, actually.  She loved him, and He told her to call him Tom, if you can imagine it.  A little curly blonde-haired toddler sitting on the lap

of a Dark Lord.  It was ridiculous.  After school ended for her a few years ago, she disappeared, and she just recently resurfaced.  I'm sure you remember

Robyn?"  Harry paled and Amara smiled.  "I thought so. 

            "Anyway, Lysander was a year younger than I was.  He, too, was said to have died.  He was said to have disappeared.  Kidnapped or something. 

Disappeared out of thin air.  Nobody cared, of course.  After all, he was one of Riddle's right hand men.  Lucius' rival, Potter's enemy.  When the whole time he

was really learning ancient Dark Arts after being sent to Africa while refereeing a Quidditch game."  Seeing the surprised look on Harry's face, she laughed.  "It

does happen, you know.  Anyway, Calista."  She sighed.

             "We were raised as twins.  Only our eyes and mannerisms were different.  From a young age, it was evident that Calli was heading for trouble.  She hated

Voldemort, poor thing.  For the first years of her life she was afraid of him.  Voldemort loved that.  He never hurt her, though.  I was punished for my insolence.  In

a way, Calli was punished for being afraid and being so beautiful.  We both were beautiful.  But Voldemort wanted the daughter of Acacia to become a force

beneath him, who he could control.  As if Voldemort could ever control me.  

            "He wanted Calista as… a bride.  Calista began to not be so afraid.  She did stupid, Gryffindor things.  In school, she was a Gryffindor and I a Slytherin. 

Then Voldemort took me out of school and had me tutored with him, though he told everyone, even my parents, that I'd been murdered.  Meanwhile, I was trained.  I hated Voldemort. 

            "When I misbehaved, he gave me to the Death Eaters.  I learned of my past while with Voldemort.  As Amara.  Voldemort knew of Acacia.  He didn't

want anyone else knowing he wasn't the heir of Slytherin.  Anyway, the error I made as Acacia was turning to the light.  If I had used all of those powers- daughter

of two Dark Lords; Slytherin, Llewellyn, and Merlin himself entwined around my fingers- Oh, the possibilities!  But after Merlin won my heart and I gave birth to a

baby boy, who proceeded to marry Llewellyn's daughter.

            "Anyway, I was killed by Acacia after she killed Ravenclaw.  Devastating. However, we didn't know that in the particular form of Necromancy Tom Riddle

used,that The person who was brought back; their true love would also come back, just somewhere else.  So Merlin's alive somewhere.  Not that I really care.  "Anyway, where was I?  Oh, yes.  Tom Riddle intended on taking Calista as his bride before.  But now he wants not only Calista, but Virginia Weasley,

your girlfriend."  Harry nodded angrily.

            "In the Great Hall, before getting away, he said that and was trying to get Ginny

to-"

            "He wants Calista more, though, so don't worry- but Virginia would be better since she is an Heir.  All he wants is to produce a powerful Heir with one of t

hem so he can kill it- don't ask me why; the man's senile- to prove that he's more powerful than a baby who's more powerful than Harry Potter.  But now that I

think of it, if he uses the REAL heir of Slytherin, it'd probably be more powerful, but- Back to what I was saying."  Harry's heart sunk.  Please let Lenore be all

right!

            "I am not going to be in the service of Tom Riddle much longer.  I actually wanted to warn you all, since you all seem to think I'm the Dark Queen or some

nonsense like that."  She shivered. 

            "Then why were you trying to get the Dragon Scale?" demanded Harry.  "And why did you just kill my friend?"

            "I didn't say I was turning to the light, Potter," spat Vega/Amara.  "I decided the dragon thing was worth a try, but it sounds stupid now that I think about it.  I want to kill you, Harry.  Actually, I'd rather kill Tom.  All the Heirs against him would be better than four heirs.  But it isn't my decision.  I want to be in

power.  I might not be evil; who knows?" she asked lightly.  "Maybe I'll just kill you or Tom to break your stupid prophecy so neither of you will become

unstoppable, go on a little Vacation to find Merlin, and then come back and run for Minister.  Who knows?  Maybe I'll even turn to the light side.  But don't even

try to send me to Azkaban- I'll break out faster than your godfather.  Harry, I'm not going to make you decide this second.  But I will be back.  I'm sure I owe

Dumbledore and Calista a little explanation.  Well I'd best be off.  Tootles, Harry!" she said, smiling, before somehow Apparating off of the school grounds.  

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