Updatation. Yea. Whhee!! OKay, so I leave on wed. it's sunday night. One more chapter after this one- unless all hell breaks loose (knowning my luck, it just might) this story is going to be finshed (yay!!) Then, upon my return- I WILL POST IN THIS STORY TELLING YOU WHERE TO GO FOR THE THEN PART. AND THAT I'M BACK. Okay, so yes. I remember- I return on the 30 July. Expect the info chapter being posted July 1-3.

Okay, the last chapter was kinda confusing, so I'm gonna sum it all up for you: Harry was right about Evelyn. She was wearing two different outfits. He learned this was because they where two different people. Evelyn Dumbledore is an Auror for the Minstry of Magic, and a very important one. (Which hasn't been mentioned yet, but will be) Because of this, she is sometimes called away. It would be distracting to always have a new teacher, and not know why. So, a friend of Evelyn, Amara Lavender would fill in for Evelyn well taking the Polyjiuce(sp?) Potion, so student's wouldn't ask questions. For starters, half the staff didn't know this, so of couse voldermort's support's wouldn't know this either. When Dianna Richmen came to kill Evelyn Dumbledore, take her place, and try to gather her information, she killed the wrong person. As Evelyn would admit- out of pure luck really(not lucky for Amara). The real Evelyn heard about the fact that Amara wasn't doing her reports, or keeping low key. The headmaster amused something was up, and summoned Evelyn back to Hogwarts. A battle broke out between the two, and Evelyn came out victorious. Both Dumbledore's are now taking Harry to have a little 'chat' with him.

Note: There is a mention where Evelyn says 'I was 20 over 20 years ago' or something along those lines. In the fourth book Hermione mentions that Dumbledore, and the other two headmasters where in the Triwizerd compition sometime in the late 1790's, making Dumbledore approxmintly 127ish. Now, amuseing Dumbledore's little brother (who is mentioned in GoF and OotP) is younger. Evelyn is dumbledore's Great Gran Niece. Making a three generation difference. Amuseing again that each generation has a 20 year difference, it would work out that Evelyn is about 50. (127-7[ish, i dont know how long would be between the two brothers, just trying to make an even number] - 20(niece)-20(gran niece) - 20 (great gran niece) Give room for magin of error, Evelyn is about the same age as Harry's Parent's would be. REMEMBER THAT.

Disclaimer: Owage Evelyn dumbeldore. No one else. No money made.

Chapter 13

"Dont look so relaxed, Mr. Potter," Evelyn said, sarcastically. Harry tried to laugh, but it only came out as some type of nervous, high pictched giggle. Evelyn smiled in amusement, "You're not in trouble,"

"OK," he answered shortly, "It's just the rest of the world that's in trouble," he mumbbled. Harry was suddenly consumed with the relisation that voldermort was really at full strength, and ready to kill. No one knew where he was, and the whole minstry was looking for him. Of course Professor Evelyn would get called away- how could he not see that? It was soo obveous. And now, a Death Eater had managed to make there way into Hogwarts- how much information had she gotten? Did all of it get to voldermort? Better yet, was she still alive and able to get it to voldermort? What about all his friends? Where they all save? Ginny! What about Ginny? Harry suddenly felt a very large urge to run off, find Ginny, and hold her tightly- not letting anyone see her, or hurt her.

Harry had become so infused with his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed that his two Professor where waiting for him to step onto the stair case that would take him upwards. Shakeing his head, Harry stepped on but said nothing. He closed his eyes, as he walked. He had been up these stairs soo many times, that he didn't need to look to see where he was going. Once he reached the top, he opened his eyes, and waited by the large oak doors for his two Professor's.

"Go on in, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said. Harry opened the doors and walked in. Harry stood still. The room seemed to be brighter, and yet darker all at the same time.

"...see- It's like I said before, Mark. You cant just go and run you're mouth off without expecting to be wrong!" an old headmisters yelled at one of the old head masters.

"Shut up, Margy," the old man said.

"Oh, shut it all of you," another one moaned, "I want to hear what these three are up to"

"Nothing of great importantce," Dumbledore smiled, "Just getting some facts stright on the Death Eater,"

"Death Eater?" someone squeeked, "In Hogwarts?! Dumbledore, are you sure?"

"Afaird I am," the smiled faded from his face.

"Come along now Harry," Evelyn said, taking Harry's shoulder's, and leading him right into a chair.

"What do you want to know, Professor's?" Harry asked.

"I know this must be hard for you, Harry," Dumbledore looked worried, and sad, "But I'm afaird I'm going to have to ask you if the two of you discussed anything private,"

"Not really," Harry shrugged, "We talked about Ginny."

"Ginny?" Evelyn said, almost releaved, "Anything else?" Harry thought about this, a little bit of fear inside him. Suddenly he came to notice something- he hadn't told her anything person, or important.

"No,"

"Thank god. The whold Ginny thing was me," Evelyn smiled.

"Good to hear," Dumbledore smiled, "What did she tell you in class?"

"Something about a swords play club."

"Aww yes," Dumbledore nodded, "I thought it was strange request, but alas, I knew that the real Evelyn," Dumbldore looked to Eve, "Was always quite handy with a sword, and knew what she was doing. However, it appers you did not make the request, so-"

"Well," Professor Evelyn cut him off, "I suppose I could do one of two little lessions. But only to a select few. I know I wouldn't trust a sword in some people's hand." she trailed off, Harry had a good feeling she ment some of the Hufflepuff's, who seemed to have problems with defence.

"If you're up to it. I support the idea,"

"Wonderful." Evelyn clapped her hands together, "However, this leads us to the other pressing matter. Young Ms. Weasley- how has she been doing?" Harry thought about this deeply before answering. Half the time, he wasn't sure how she was doing.

"Well, she's had a few downfalls," Harry sighed, "But she certionaly hasn't give up hope at all. Ginny's become rather detreminted... however, that could just be the fact that everytime I see her, I shoving food in her face. Recently, she hasn't put up much of a fight,"

"That's good to hear," Evelyn smiled.

"I think," Dumbledore stated. Harry had almost forgotten he was there, "That you have helped us all you can Harry. So, you may leave- you I leave you with this advice- keep your nose clean, and you're wand on the ready."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir,"

"Off you go," Harry turned, and walked back to the stiars ("He is certionaly a brave one, that boy. Most would have cracked by now" a picture said softly) Harry walked down, his body felt numb as he left the protection of the office. It was quite obveous to Harry, that things in his life where never going to be the way they where before. However, Harry's life had never really been normal, so he shurgged and make his way to lunch.

-

"Oh- Harry!" Ginny yelled, wrapping her arms around him, "I'm so glad you're all right!"

"What? Oh yea, I'm fine," he wrapped his arms around her in return, however he was taken a little off gaurd.

"Ron and Hermione told me everything, you're not hurt are you?"

"Gin, I'm fine," Harry has breathlessly, "But I wont be if you dont let go. I cant breath," she blushed slightly, but let go.

"Sorry," Ginny wispered.

"Dont be," Harry answered, looking into her deep blue eyes, "I'm just glad you're all right,"

"I am now," Ginny kissed Harry, and the two sat down to eat.

"I can't belive this! This is the second bloody time!" Ron moaned.

"For what?"

"Having a Death Eater as a Defence Teacher,"

"You're right," Hermione said, blankly, "I dont think it's really set in yet," the great hall was overly silent. Most the Gryffindor's in Harry's year who hadn't made it into Harry advanced class, and even though's who did, began to crowd around the trio, all of them telling different story's of what happened, and asking werid questions. Harry's mind began to drift, as the regular prickling in his head turned into a strong pain that just kept increasing. His vision began to blue, soon fallowed by his hearing giving. Then his whole body became limp, as he fell onto the cold hard ground.

There was suddenly unexplained hate all over his body, and darkness. It wouldn't go away. Nothing wanted to leave him alone. Harry tried to scream, but nothing came out. He wanted to run, but couldn't move. He suddenly felt scard, and in great pain.

"Harry!" a familer voice screamed. Harry tried to open his eyes, but they wouldn't. His head was punding, and his hearing was blured. Then, there was powerful pain in his back. He began to remeber- he had passed out. On the floor, on his back more importantly, "Oh please, Harry- wake up!"

"Gin..." he moaned, and slowly opened his eyes. He was leaning over him, along with about 20 other people, all looking extremly worried.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang. Student's moved out of her way, without a fuss, "Potter- can you hear me?"

"Yea," he moaned.

"Are you hurt?" he shot her a dark look, and fought back saying 'what do you think? I just KOed on cement!' but bit his tounge.

"Fine," he lied.

"Weasley, Ganger, and- well, Weasley, get him to the hopatail wing,"

"Professor, really I'm-"

"Not aruge Potter. Just go,"

"Yea, Professor," he said, admitting defeat. Ron helped him to his feet. Hermione's hand shot up to her mouth, "What?" Harry asked blankly.

"Blimy.." Ron said, looking at his face.

"Harry- you're scar- it's dark red!" Ginny cried.

"Now!" Professor McGonagall yelled. There was no dealy, the four made there way out of the room.

-

Harry was forced to spend the rest of the day in the hospatail wing, only being let go when Ginny came to get him for dinner, "How you feeling, hun?" she asked him, swipping the hair on his face out of the way, so she could see his scar.

"Better," he answered bluntly, "What rumor's have spred?" Harry asked, fully aware of how fast something like this would spread.

"None," Ginny asked,in a tone that told Harry she wasn't lying, "Only the truth has been flaoting around. Everyone's all 'I hope it's not this...' but nothing more then that,"

"Werid..." he retored, blankly, "Alright- let's go,"

-

"How you feeling mate?" Ron asked, as Harry sat down.

"Fine," Harry lied.

"You're scar seems to have- claimed down," Hermione pointed out.

"Yea, all back to normal,"

"With you Harry, there is no 'normal'" Ginny pointed out. Harry let out a short snort- too true, too true.

"Has Dumbledore asked you anything yet?" Hermione asked, nervously.

"No," Harry answered, a little shocked, "Nothing. At all."

"Werid.." Ron said, "Maybe he's been busy,"

"I dont think there is a moment with he's not busy," Harry retored, "Not really worried about it thought, there is nothing to tell him. I didn't see anything. It was just dark and stuff.. with a lot of dark hateful emotions."

"Lovely," Ginny said, srcastly, "Wonderfuly way to live,"

"No shit," Harry grunted.

"So, Evelyn says she's gonna do a few runs for the swords thing. But I think it's just going to becme a class project or something."

"We'll, that's good," Hermione said, blodly, "Imagine, 1st years playing with swords!"

"Careful what you say, Hermione," Ginny winked.

"What? Why?"

"Second year," Ginny wispered, pointing at Harry.

"They dont know," Harry said, in a low tone, "They dont need to,"

"Harry- you killed the serpant when there was no hope left, you-"

"Ginny," Harry warned, "Now is not the time," she sighed, and nodded.

"Harry- come on," he shock his head.

"However, that does remind me that I need to talk to the headmaster..." Harry trailed off.

"About?" Ron asked.

"You'll see,"

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Okay, really really short- I know! I'm sorry! However, in the next chapter this is basically what's gonna happen:

-swords group
-1st match
-drama drama dramaaaaa!!!
-visions...
-truth!
-supprise

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