"Grandis triclypeus." Dumbledore waved his wand slightly at the three, and they found themselves in a huge, bronze shield. They could hear what was going on outside, but they couldn't see. After a few tense minutes of dueling, they heard Dumbledore summon the gold and silver lights back to him.

"Time for you to feel the pain of trying to kill something as eternal as this," he warned dangerously.

Five seconds later, a scream as inhumane as though from another world pierced through everything. It sounded as though Voldemort were under the Cruciatus Curse.

"Harry, how are you?" Elizabeth asked in a whisper. She remembered when Harry told her about Voldemort possessing him and making him feel the pain Voldemort had.

"I'm fine," Harry said, perplexed.

Suddenly, the shrieking stopped. "You think that will kill me, Dumbledore? Love? Ha! You foolish—"

"I told you that there were worse things that death, Tom," Dumbledore interrupted.

"So those powers were not meant to kill me? Surely, if they could, you would've let them," Voldemort laughed.

Everything was silent as the shield vanished. Voldemort was gone, and so were the death eaters.

"I imagine you three are very confused. If you would follow me to my office, everything shall be explained there," Dumbledore requested. They nodded and walked after him towards the castle. They left a very weak little bird squawking in the sunrise.

Professor Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, and Elizabeth entered a quiet castle. The barrier was gone, and Professor McGonagall was waiting by the doors for them.

"Albus, all the other students are in their Common Room. They simply couldn't sleep. There was so much illumination that they simply could not fall asleep," McGonagall explained.

Dumbledore nodded. "It is all over for now, Minerva. The world, while very close to destruction, was kept safe by the most powerful thing in it. And now, I must go explain to Harry, Ron, and Elizabeth why they were involved."

Everyone walked up to his office.

"What is with these flowers?" Elizabeth asked as soon as they sat down.

"Did you know that suppressed love, that is real, crosses over to the next possible generation? In case you hadn't noticed, Harry, when you saw your family, Gloria was hopelessly in love with Jack Potter. They did not know that their love would cross over, but by those flowers, their emotions were retained until they were released. Thus the fire.

"Your grandfather, Harry, didn't notice this love until too late. He simply thought they were the closest of friends. He had already started raising your father. The flowers then had the power of the deepest love, romance combined with friendship. The flowers each represented something different. The daisy, light-hearted and friendly, was, of course, the flower that represented friendship. The green rose, dramatic and lovely, symbolized that romance your grandparents had for each other.

"And yet, no one realized this. Why? Because both of them were excellent at keeping secrets. Voldemort would have come after your family next, Elizabeth, had Harry not destroyed his body that Halloween. I knew you would be needed for the Annullius Perosus, so I had a talk with a friend of yours. A Jonathon Morgan."

At this, Elizabeth's eyes watered "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" she cursed. She started sobbing.

"Elizabeth?" Harry asked tentatively.

"I saw it! I saw it! And I did nothing! I let him die! Damn it! Damn it all to hell and back!" Harry pulled her into an awkward hug.

"You simply did not know of your slight psychic abilities, because they were restricted to deja-vu and the like. Now you know better, and you will not keep it from others, again," Dumbledore reassured. "Jonathon Morgan was a wizard. He did not want anyone to know this, because he was a leader in a religious youth group." Elizabeth wept louder. "He was your Secret Keeper. When he died, we thought you would still be safe. Then we found out, from Professor Snape, that you were traced, and that you would be kidnapped before last year ended. We knew then that you had to be somewhere safe. That was how the entire foreign exchange program came about, to bring you here. Of course, it would be odd if only one exchange student came, so we talked to Beauxbatons, in France, La Escuela Magica, in Spain, and A Escola Da Magica, in Brazil, so that they would send one of their students each over here, so that it did not look at all suspicious.

"We then had to make up your history. Your parents stayed who they were, so that you were a half-blood. Every important person in the Ministry knew how your father gave up magic so that he could be with your mother, who was a muggle. They knew you moved to Massachusetts, and went to a school for wizards and witches there."

"Those two lights sounded like they hurt Voldemort pretty bad," commented Ron.

"As well they should have. They represented the very emotion Voldemort will never feel. Love, devotion to someone else as an equal, friendship…So many things that might have changed who Voldemort was…is…if only he'd opened his heart to those things in his early life," Dumbledore explained.

"Sir, why could I see Elizabeth's memories when I touched her arm, that day?" Harry asked.

"Did you hold her rose before that occasion?" Dumbledore asked back.

Harry only nodded.

"Then you had a connection with her. That rose was set to go off when you touched it. It would connect the both of you on a very complicated level. The feelings of memories of one will have imprinted you both. Because her memories were being tampered with, your connection allowed you to go into her memories."

"While I was in her memories, there was a prediction. It mentioned two scars and the ultimate power. I think it was talking about tonight," Harry explained.

Dumbledore's face held a look of mild perplexity. "Perhaps it would be wise for you to use the Pensieve with your own thoughts, Harry," he suggested as he Accio'd the Pensieve to his desk.

"Think about the prediction and put your wand to your head. Concentrate very hard on it. Then slowly pull your wand away from your head, and place the tip into the liquid."

Harry did as was instructed and the liquid swirled and turned into a window. The four in the room gathered around the Pensieve to look at what was going on.

Elizabeth was sitting at a computer, reading a site called when her eyes slid out of focus.

"THE ONE WITH THE SCAR SHALL BE YOUR FREEDOM, BUT ANOTHER PERSON, WITH ANOTHER SCAR, IS YOUR DEFEAT… BEWARE, FOR THE ANSWER SHALL BE LEAST EXPECTED. SHOULD YOU CHOSE WRONG; THE TROUBLE WILL ONLY CLIMB TO A NEW HEIGHT…THE DARK LORD WILL BE STRONG ENOUGH TO DESTROY THE WORLD. THE TWO WITH THE SCARS MUST COMBINE THEIR SYMBOLS OF THE ULTIMATE POWER TO DEFEAT THE DARK LORD, SHOULD THE WRONG SCAR BE USED…THE DARK LORD…MUST BE STOPPED…" she said in a low voice. When she finished, her eyes went back to normal, and she shook her head. "I must be real tired," she said to herself. She got up and went to her bed to sleep.

"The ultimate power mentioned here," Dumbledore explained, "was love. The two with the scars are Harry and Elizabeth—"

"But Elizabeth doesn't have a scar, Professor," Ron interrupted.

"Elizabeth, if you could show us your left wrist," he requested. She did so with a wince, and on the inside was a small, white oval; a scar.

"You must have gotten it when Latronis' spirit failed to kill you," Harry figured.

"Correct, Harry." Dumbledore sighed at the question he knew was coming next. But it had to be postponed, as the door to his office was opened suddenly, making everyone jump except him.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir, the train's here," announced Argus Filch.