AN: This chapter is far more of the PG13 rating, because the ideas of subterfuge in this I don't feel parents will fully appreciate their under 13's reading. Although I do believe that many younger children would feign understand the contents and subtleties of the story, but rules must be obeyed.

Ok People, time for some clarification. Dinah is not a Mary Sue. She is from a book, written by a family member. It bombed, so you don't know it, I'm sure. She sold about 2 books.

Read a book, kid: Try looking up the real derivatives of words. Passion comes from the Aramaic word Passio – hence Passion of the Christ. Get it? I doubt it. Otherwise, I do appreciate the words of wisdom. If you take note, you will see that changes have been made, (As per your request). I GET IT.

Dinah is a freakin' vampire! She is not human! Well, she is part hum....oops. I just ruined part of the... oh well. Get off my back about her being 'unbelievable'.

Finally, I've copped a heap of flak because I didn't say this was OOC. Well, I just did. If you want me to send you a list of why I believe that Harry would act like this, and why Hermione and Ginny are gay or anything else, send me a freakin' e-mail!!!!!!!!

Ok, have I missed anything? If I have, Be sure that I'll mention it next chapter!

Black Eyes Burning

HARRY POV

Standing there with his eyes seemingly empty, he didn't think he could hold the charade much longer. He knew she was there. How could he not? They were linked, cruelly, inextricably linked. She had something about her that made him just want to be with her. Despite all the evil, and the scar, she seemed refined, and unrefined at the same time. Men might not find scars attractive on women, but she was no mere woman. She was a powerful being, and no one could say no if she set her sights on them. No one, except a select few.

"Harry?"

"What Hermione?"

"Well, I was wondering if you knew that..."

HERMIONE POV

The look on Harry's face said it all. Of course he knew. She should have known better. Harry knew almost everything these days. And not because of some knowledge spell or smart draught, but because he just knew. He was the best these days...had been since Dumbledore had gone. Sometimes she just wanted to kick herself.

"What are we going to do? About her I mean?"

"Let her come. I'm drawing her in..."

Walking back to her place in the ranks of wizards about her, Hermione couldn't help but think that he had changed so much since the days when he wandered the school, immature and sulky, and so very, well, Harry Potter- ish. Now he was an accomplished, powerful and completely determined wizard, with a penchant for being in the wrong situations at the right time.

"He knows."

"Of course he does, Hermione, he's Harry. I don't know why you insist on telling him when something happens. He already knows. He's just like old Dumbledore used to be"

"Ron! Even Dumbledore made mistakes."

"Harry is not Albus Dumbledore. He is Harry Potter, and he has further reaching resources than old Albus ever did. He's more like Dumbledore every day though. You're right in that respect."

Standing in the half-light of early morning, Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, before resuming their places in the mass of wizards and witches about them. There would be time for discussion later.

"Move out!"

The voice echoed dangerously off the stone walls of the passageway, bouncing of rocks and bricks, and spilling out into the darkened courtyard outside the high windows. Harry turned his head and gave a series of complicated hand signals, and immediately every one of the Aurors working for him knew what their task was. Raising his wand, Harry led the charge.

Thousands of feet echoed over the small yard, as the thirty or so wizards and witches entered in streams, and the black clad Death Eaters around the yard suddenly appeared.

HARRY POV

Forcing his way into the throng Harry found himself fighting beside Ron and Hermione. Using each other as springboards for various moves in their respective duels, Harry flipped dangerously in the air, and spun over the heads of the duelling people below him, and at the same time Summoned his broomstick. Landing lightly on its balanced seat, he flew swiftly and silently towards where he knew she was. Not that he would have been heard anyway, above the sounds of battle below him.

Flying straight and sure, he suddenly felt his broom give a shudder, and jumped lightly from the seat, Banishing it to a spot where he was sure Ron or Hermione would find it, and landing smoothly on the ground at the same time.

"You took your time."

"In case you hadn't noticed there is a battle out there."

Even after twenty years, her voice sent cold shivers up and down his spine. The rasping, papery dry voice always made him feel uncomfortable.

"You would betray me?"

"No. That is for my companions to think. I am not working for their good, but for mine. And of course, yours." The last line seemed too much an afterthought for Dinah to be entirely pleased

"You follow in the footsteps of your predecessor. He also fell for me."

"Who says I have fallen for you? You have not told me your name, despite my knowledge of it! You ban me from entering your knowledge, so I must play this charade. That is all."

"You would do well not to anger me. The Dark Lord..."

"The Dark Lord is subject to me. He must do my bidding. He is so indebted. There are people in this world you would do better to ally yourself with. Much more powerful people."

"You? Your purpose runs parallel to my own. That is why I serve you...nay serve with you. Do not insult me, or my path may diverge sooner than any suspected."

"Do not tempt fate, Dinah!"

These last words echoed with such powerful force, that the creature that was Dinah took an involuntary step back. Harry's eyes were flashing emerald fire, and his black hair was almost sparking with angry energy.

"Yes."

"You are pregnant?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

"But one month, Lord."

"Then prepare. Let no one know...not even your precious Dark Lord. You would obey me but for the fact that I do not enslave others. I do not control you. You know what the pact decries. You have no choice but to honour our agreement"

His words commanded her pledge, and so she gave it, spilling her blood for his will. Her black eyes burnt red at the pain of the knife, but she knew it was but a moment in a lifetime of lifetimes. Staring up into his emerald eyes, though, she felt a fear beyond any panicked terror she had every experienced. His green vision seemed distorted somehow, as though time was relative, and they flashed with an inner fire beyond her comprehension.

His hand held her wrist in a vice like grip, and she gave herself to him. As his lips claimed hers, she felt his bite, and his tearing nails. There was little she could do, so she withstood the attack until he calmed, and she let the Sand whip her body, as he forced her return to her place in the world.

"I want that child!"

So? C'mon people. I changed it for you!