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Betrayal of True Love

"I hope you had a good journey, Draco."

"Thank You Professor, yes the journey was not a problem at all."

"What is he doing here? I thought Snape was going to be the Potions teacher around here." Cho said to Dumbledore through gritted teeth.

"Believe me Chang; I'd rather stay home than indulge myself in company like you. Unless Dumbledore had a problem I would not bother coming back here living with you pathetic lot."

"I think that will be all Draco. I expect you will be teaching from today afternoon." Dumbledore spoke loudly over the voice of Malfoy. He looked at him sternly.

Malfoy fumed and then shrugged nonchalantly.

"Good, Henry could you please escort Draco to his quarters. Thank you."

Henry turned and led Draco away from the scene.

"Professor, you told us on the first day that he would be here if Snape was away for - business. So is he truly away?"

Dumbledore surveyed Cho through his spectacles and then spoke.

"It'll be better if we continue this conversation in Minerva's office."

He turned back and led Cho through the revolving staircase behind the statue of the gargoyles.

They entered the Headmistress' office. McGonagall was already there sitting in her customary chair looking at some documents. She looked up at the two new people who had entered her office unannounced.

"What is it Albus? Is there something wrong Cho?" she asked her voice filled with anxiety.

Dumbledore handed her the untidy parchment that Cho had given him sometime back. He then turned to Cho and conjured a couple of chairs and spoke.

"Sit down, Cho. This is going to take sometime."

Cho sat down and nodded mutely.

"You remember what I said on the first day back, I presume? Tell me exactly what you remember?"

Cho frowned as if trying to remember something hard.

"You - you said that Snape would be away for - for Ministry business."

She looked up at Cho expecting to see Dumbledore a little surprised, but to her bewilderment he was smiling.

"Yes, you're right, that was just about what I said that night. Severus and myself have been speaking about it for quite sometime ever since summer. And yesterday I decided it was time that he left for good before more trouble ensues."

Cho screwed her face in concentration.

"But why did you let him go away yesterday when we all needed everyone to protect the castle, especially after what happened last night? He's one of the best among us. It doesn't make any sense. Why couldn't he wait for a few days longer, I mean we need him now more than ever unless it's related to …."

She stopped and looked at Dumbledore.

"It's such an incredible way a Ravenclaw's brains work. You see, I needn't have told you anything at all, you figured out everything yourself."

Cho looked at him and smiled slightly.

"He's a death eater isn't he?"

"Yes and no. He was a death eater but now he works for me. He used to work for me in the second war as well. After yesterday he went away to Harry in order to find out something about his plans. So he'll not be returning for a while.'

"But Professor, Harry knows that he works for you, doesn't he?"

"Yes he does, but I believe that Severus knows how to conceal himself and will be able to convince him. This also brings us to you.

"Minerva, you've completed reading that?"

She nodded and handed the letter over to him.

"Okay before I say anything, Cho, will you be able to do this for us?"

Cho looked at him questioningly. She had no idea what he was talking about. She looked at him at caught him staring at him through his half moon spectacles. She thought about the letter Harry had written. She was sure all this was related to her lover. But she still had no idea what they had been planning for him. She thought of the prospect that she would be meeting him tomorrow night. Her body filled with excitement at the prospect of seeing him again.

Meeting him, the thought lit a small candle in her brain. Yes, that was it. Her eyes went round and a gasp escaped her throat.

"I also thought so, Cho. I understand and respect your judgment fully. I know how hard it has been on your part. But please if at any time you need to speak to someone, I'll be more than willing to hear you out. Remember Cho, he has destroyed a lot of families and lives to deserve any of our kindness, you must understand that. It is imperative that you do that. You must also understand that he is going to be taken tomorrow one way or the other. Be it with you, or without. I just feel that you at least deserve to see him rather than someone else, before his fate is sealed. Please leave now. I understand that you need to be alone right now. You will be exempted from teaching today."

"N - No professor I'll manage. I just need some time to think.

"Wha-what do you mean by his fate is sealed?"

Dumbledore sighed, his shoulders drooped.

"The Minister of Magic has granted the Ministry permission to perform the Proceaurian Curse on him."

"They didn't, did they?" McGonagall gasped.

Dumbledore just looked at her and nodded silently.

"What are you talking about that I don't know about?" Cho screamed. She was now frustrated and in anger she stood from her chair.

Dumbledore sighed.

"Cho, the Proceaurian Curse is one of the most deadly in existence. It was discovered by ancient Egyptian wizards. It was banned by the International Wizarding Convention a thousand years back when the world came to know of its existence. It is one of the cruellest forms of torture imaginable. It doesn't deal with pain, no physical pain but mental pain. It steals the soul of the person it casts on and destroys it. But that's not all it does. As I said before it is the worst curse ever made in the History of Magic. It allows you immortality but only to remain with the worst memories of your life. You will be living within your mind oblivious to your body which will remain free from the ageing process. Your mind will be ripped open with all the worst things that you have experienced for all eternity. As much as I hate to say that Harry has done some heinous things, no one deserves to be put under that curse."

Cho stood there, mouth hanging open. She had never thought such an awful curse even existed. And that was the fate awaiting Harry, her Harry. She felt sick and giddy. She gripped the handle of her chair to support her from falling.

"Pro - Professor I think I need some time alone. Could you - could you please excuse me for the day? I don't think that I will be able to take classes today."

"I respect your decisions and judgment, Cho. I never intended you to find this out in this way. I'm sorry. You are exempted from teaching till you feel that you can do it."

Cho walked slowly towards the door and exited the room.

She somehow managed to get back to her bedroom. She had no idea how she managed to do it, in her present condition. The moment she had reached her room she locked her door, she collapsed on her bed. She rested her face on her pillow as silent tears started to flow from her cheeks. Her face pained and her heart bled when he thought of the raven haired green eyed boy whop had stolen her heart.

She sobbed silently. She had never imagined that the Minister could be so heartless. No one deserved to curse to eternity. No wonder it was banned. How could he think about it! And Dumbledore wanted her to help capture him! No she wouldn't help him on her life. How could he even think her to help him, to capture the man she loved with all her life! She knew he had turned evil but still that didn't change her situation. She still loved him. She always would, till the last breath in her body.

But Dumbledore had told her that it could be done without her. They were going to capture him anyways. They were going to trick him and then they were going to cast that horrible curse on him.

'No way, Harry is way too powerful for all of them'

A voice in her mind spoke up.

'But this time Dumbledore would be against him. Harry had never stood against him and even people said that you-know-who was afraid him. He may be able to kill him.' A voice in her head spoke softly.

'But Dumbledore that he was no match for he, didn't he?'

'But I don't know for sure, do I?'

She was in her dilemma. She wasn't definitely going to betray Harry's trust. As it is she felt guilty of showing the letter to Dumbledore as she might have set the death trap for Harry and Dumbledore wanted her as the bait to the trap. She felt guilty, ashamed and miserable. She broke down miserably.

"I'm sorry Harry, I'm so sorry."

Dumbledore watched the retreating form of the young professor, leave the Headmistress' office. He sighed softly. His heart felt heavy. He felt torn at the task that was given to him. He hadn't thought that he would be living to see this day, when he had to use such a horrific curse on a student, least of all on one of his all time favourite students - on Harry Potter.

"Albus? Albus?"

He jerked himself from his thoughts and looked up at Minerva McGonagall.

"Why is it Albus that I feel that you haven't told us everything about the curse?"

He sighed and his shoulders stooped even more.

"Alas Minerva, you're correct. I wasn't entirely truthful to the both of you. Please forgive me. I didn't think I could tell it before her. She has been through enough already. The curse Minerva is extremely powerful and not much is known about it either. I told you almost all I knew about it, except for one thing.

"It's me, Minerva."

"It's you what, Albus? I cannot seem to understand this."

Dumbledore sighed. If only she knew what the task I had in my hand.

"I don't know how to tell you this, Minerva. I just hope that you forgive me."

"What is it Dumbledore, it can't be that bad."

"You've got no idea how bad it is. I will never be able to forgive myself."

He sighed again and then took a deep breath.

"Minerva, the curse is extremely powerful and it requires extreme power to exercise authority over it. That is why - that is why -"

He could feel his voice cracking.

"That is why the Minister had requested me to perform the curse myself."

He felt hollow, empty and broken. He had managed to get the words out of his mouth. He felt dirty, like an executioner. He had never dreamed that he would have to curse Harry like this. His heart was shattered, torn apart. His voice choked.

McGonagall couldn't believe her ears. She hadn't even considered this as an option, of how troubling this matter could be. Her eyes started to glisten with tears. She felt like screaming out at the pain. She had hated the boy-who-lived for the past ten years but all the hate had come tumbling down moments earlier, when she had learned about the fate that awaited him. She knew Harry would be coming hoping to meet with Cho only to meet with his doom. Her heart bled with pain.

She looked up at Dumbledore to see tears in his eyes, for the first time in her life.

"How did you do it, Patterson? How did you defeat the horde of death eaters all on your own?"

"That is a matter I would like to keep to myself. Why do you want to know anyways?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I was just curious that's all."

"Well remember curiosity killed the cat."

"You don't have to tell me Patterson, I can take care of myself much better than you do."

"I'm sure you can, but you can't be too sure, can you?"

"Get a life Patterson, my parents aren't dead like yours. I can remember the headlines when the dark lord destroyed your ancestral house. 'PATTERSONS MURDERED BY YOU-KNOW-WHO'. At least I have my parents alive and kicking."

"Do not talk about things that you don't know about and the things you don't understand you pathetic moron." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I seem to have touched a nerve, have I? Oh, poor Patty, running off to cry about your parents now are you?"

"At least my parents were not convicted criminals Malfoy. My dad didn't have to hide his face behind a mask when he comes out in public. He's not have to stay in Azkaban, unlike your dad."

This seemed to wipe the smile off Draco's face.

"What isn't that a happy thought Malfoy? I thought it was so happy that I could have made myself a Patronus with it."

Draco narrowed his eyes and spoke in a voice barely a whisper.

"I'll get you someday Patterson, then you'll pay for every syllable you spoke against me. I'll make sure of that."

"Oh yeah. I'm trembling, somebody hold me. What do you think I'd be doing you stupid oaf? Anyways I'd always like to see you try and give me your best shot."

Malfoy fumed and walked away.

Henry continued to chuckle at the prospect of infuriating Malfoy. He was walking along the corridor towards his classroom when he heard a voice and stopped.

"Oi, Henry! Wait up mate."

He turned around and saw four adult men with flaming red hair walking up to him.

"That was awesome."

"Some of the coolest tactics I've ever seen any one to use against that slimy git."

"Brilliant mate, absolutely bloody brilliant."

Henry saw them and smiled.

"Henry these are my brothers, Fred and George and this is Charlie. You know him of course, he works as the gamekeeper. And Fred and George own the WWW. Probably the largest joke shop in the country."

"It has been a pleasure meeting you Henry."

"I am most honoured to meet the great Henry Patterson - protector of Hogwarts."

"Yeah I feel that we should bow to him for saving the institution that we have been a part of for seven brilliant years of our lives."

Fred and George spoke mockingly and turned to bow.

Henry laughed at their antics. 'They sure knew how to cheer a person when they wanted to.' He thought.

"Cut it you two. Henry don't take them seriously, they are always acting like jokers. Listen you mind coming down. The quidditch match is going to start soon."

"The qui - quidditch match?"

"First match of the season. Gryffindor VS Slytherin."

"Yeah, you didn't think that we would be here at Hogwarts on such a busy day leaving the shop to chat with my ickle Ronniekins' here."

"Yeah, we came to watch our nephew play."

"The new seeker of Gryffindor."

"I guess I forgot. After the latest events I quite got out of place."

"Don't bother just follow our lead to the pitch."

"Don't bother about Harry though guys, he'll do just fine. In fact I'm betting ten galleons that he'll catch the snitch, win the match and even will be successful to send the Slytherin seeker to the infirmary."

"Wo - wo, hold on. That's a pretty hot bet. No one hear will be against you if you say that he's not gonna get the snitch and win it but the infirmary, that's a pretty bit too much."

"Okay Fred, ten galleons it is."

"Right on mate."

"Henry, you can't be serious!!! Fred and George are experts at this stuff. They won't lay out their gold unless they are sure of winning it. You can't just throw away your gold like that."

"Don't worry Ron, this time I'm very sure they are going to loose it. I have full confidence on him. You don't know much about his abilities at the game. No offence to you but I know him at quidditch more than any of you."

"How do you know about him?" Ron asked him cautiously.

He sighed. He shook his head and then looked down to his shoes.

"I think our young friend mentioned you that someone has been training him. Well that someone happens to be…me. I have been training him all along. Ever since the first day of school. I - I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you earlier. I thought that you would like to train him, but I didn't train him for the sake of it. He asked me to do it. Ron, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You gotta be kidding me. You trained my son to become a seeker, and you think that you should be sorry? Are you out of your mind?" Ron cried incredulously.

"Ya, mate how come we didn't know that you are a coach for budding seekers?" Fred chorused.

"So - so you guys aren't mad at me?"

"Mad? What for? You trained my boy to become a bloody good seeker and you expect me to be mad? Have you lost your mind? I'm extremely happy for him. I hoped him to be a keeper but nothing to be a seeker."

"Ya, we are glad that you did it. This is going to be the second time I'm gonna see a seeker in the family."

"I'm only glad that you exposed his talents before Ron destroyed it by making him a keeper. At least someone picked up my skills."

"Glad to be of assistance you guys. Now lets head out to the pitch to see how my apprentice performs. And Fred the bet is still on."

They five of them made their way out to the pitch and soon met up with Gryffindor team in the locker rooms. They found out little Harry, his face pale with fright.

Fred and George walked up to him.

"Hey squirt, how are you doing?"

"Uncle Fred and George! What are you doing here?"

"Watching you what else? First time I get to see my young devil up in the air flying with the best team in the school. Wouldn't miss it for a thousand galleons."

"Well, maybe a thousand galleons is a little too much. But you get my point don't you?"

"Uncle Fred; I'm terrified. I think I'm gonna make a complete laughing stock of myself."

"Harry, you offended me. You have got a superb coach and trainer. You can't possibly think about getting frightened. Yes, we know all about Henry and no, we aren't mad at him or you. Don't get any of those taunts by the slimy gits get to you. Just remember that you are the best."

Harry gulped and slowly all of them nodded at him and left the locker room. They walked out of the locker room and slowly made their way up to the enclosure reserved for the teachers.

"So tell me Henry, what broom do you ride?" Fred asked as they sat down in their seats.

"A Firebolt."

"What!!!!!!!"

Both the twins and Charlie yelled and almost fell off their seats in surprise.

"Don't bother its way too old though. My - my dad bought one for me when I was in my third year. It was one of the first ones to hit the stores."

"I don't believe it. A real Firebolt!!!"

"It's lost half its pace now as its so old."

"Still it's a Firebolt isn't it?"

"Come on guys, just drop it. It's not so big of a matter any way."

"It is. The Firebolt was banned because of its extreme speed. Most of them were destroyed and a handful were kept for observations."

"I know that but I didn't turn my one in. It is the only remembrance that I have of my dad apart from his photos. It's no big deal. Just drop the matter okay."

"I'm sorry mate."

"Don't be, now let's watch the match okay. Hey where's Charlie?"

"He's doing the commentating for the game."

"Oh."

Soon the match started. The Gryffindors in the scarlet quidditch robes and the Slytherins in the green. It was evident that the Slytherins were still unpopular. More than three quarters of the school were supporting the 'Lions'. The match however was not very interesting. Apart from the few attempts of fouling the Slytherins kept quiet. The quaffle mainly kept being passed around but a very few got through the three hoops. Apparently both the Keepers were excellent.

"Great save!!! Blimey this keeper is good." Fred shouted as the Gryffindor keeper made yet another spectacular save.

Henry however stifled a yawn. This was getting boring and if Harry didn't catch the snitch soon they would be playing into the night. He looked up at where Harry was flying around the pitch looking out for a sign of the snitch. He yawned again. And he felt his thoughts getting drawn towards a certain teacher who wasn't present in the pitch.

He felt his mind flutter to Cho's thoughts. He couldn't wait to see her as himself. He wanted to tell her everything. She was the girl he loved. The only girl he ever loved. Yes, he'd tell her everything. He closed his eyes and felt his aura spread towards the school. He felt Cho's magical signature. He felt her looking out of the window.

'She's crying…and she's distressed.' He spoke to himself.

'But why? Why would she be so sad? I didn't do anything.'

He felt stupid. He always felt stupid when it came to the girl of his dreams. She had this magical power of making him feel this way even if she wasn't around him in person. He debated if he should break in to her mind whether he should find out what made his girl so upset that she didn't think about coming over to watch quidditch. But out of the sincerity of his heart he respected her privacy and decided against it.

"Damn where is it? Where is the stupid book?"

Draco swore under his breath. A few seventh years looked over the voluminous texts that they were poring over. They were the only ones 'sensible' enough not to have gone over to watch the match. Even the stupid librarian had gone over for the match leaving in charge of the library, during the match.

He continued to look over the shelves for a book on potions regarding human transformations.

"Where the hell is that God dammed book?" he spoke to himself through gritted teeth.

He barely noticed a girl enter the Restricted Section of the library. He continued his fruitless search of one of the shelves in the Restricted Section. But he saw out of the corner of the eye as she walked out elegantly with a book under her arms.

"Oy, you girl, come back here. You can't take the book without an authorised signature from the teacher concerned."

She turned around and spoke haughtily.

"I know, but the librarian isn't here so I took the book."

"Show me your signature."

"That's for the librarian to see. Not for some indecent staff."

"I will not be spoken like that. Fifty points from Hufflepuff and a weeks detention."

"You cannot authorise punishments. You need a teacher for that."

"Well as a matter of fact I am. In case you have not heard the news, not that it would be any use to your filthy half blood mind, but I'm your Potions Professor. Therefore I don't need any teacher to authorise your punishment.

He spoke in a sly voice. His eyes darted maliciously across her robes and he spotted a badge on it.

"Ah how interesting, a prefect. This is going to be fun I see. Prefects disrespecting teachers. Ya, I think a month's detention would suit you.

"A month!!!"

"Surely you wouldn't like a couple of months? As much as I would like to punish you so that you remain in detention for the rest of the term I wouldn't fancy seeing your ugly face in my office every evening you imbecile. Now hand over the signature if you don't want this matter to go over to the headmistress."

She glared at him and handed over the parchment to him.

He took it and spoke again.

"What book did you take?"

"The Complete Book Of Human Transformations in all Forms."

He started.

'That bitch has got the book, whereas I didn't get it even after looking over all around the place for an hour.' He thought.

"Sorry you ca - can't take that book. The signature's a fraud."

"Fraud? How can it be fraud? Professor Patterson signed it yesterday after class."

"Then you can talk to him why he's giving fraud signatures. Now get the hell out of my sight before you head to the headmistress' office to face your charges."

She glared at him and looked as if to burn him apart.

He waited till she was out of sight and then immediately started to read the book. But just before turning the page his curiosity got the better of him and he tried to see the parchment. He opened the folds and he saw the words.

"I Professor Henry James Patterson give this girl permission to read The Complete Book Of Human Transformations in all Forms as a part of her assignment."

Draco read over at the parchment again and again. He couldn't tell why the note intrigued him so much. It was a just a simple permission note from that stupid asshole yet he felt he knew something about it that no one did. Was it the handwriting? Or was it the style? Then his eyes landed upon the signature.

"H.P." he murmured.

There was only one H.P. that he knew in his life and that was…

"Potter!!!"

'Get a grip over yourself Draco. You heard master. Potter is trapped inside his own body.' a voice inside his head spoke up.

'Yeah, and besides Patterson's initials are also H.P.' the voice continued.

"Yes, but it sounded just like that half blood bastard to me. I got to check this out. If he is truly Potter then he will have hell to pay."

'You can try whatever you like but in the end you'll find out that I was correct.'

"But it couldn't hurt anyone right. So why shouldn't I check him out? Besides think of the entire fun if he's indeed Potter. The only people he truly cared for'll kill him. There couldn't have been a better ending."

He chuckled softly as he left the Restricted Section to sit down on one of the reading tables and sat down to read the book.

"Look at Harry!!!"

Henry was shook from his stupor by a sharp nudge from Fred. He jerked awake ad found that the twins were up on their seats excitedly and were pointing at their nephew who was now flying very fast. Soon everybody in the pitch and in the stands had their undivided attention. Henry looked up at Harry and narrowed his eyes. He adjusted his eyes so that his vision focused on Harry alone. He saw an utmost look of concentration. He smiled inwardly to himself.

"Has he seen the Snitch? How come we didn't see it then?" George asked indignant.

"Relax gentlemen, I believe my young apprentice has a certain trick up his sleeve." Henry answered.

"Don't worry he's going to be safe." He added hurriedly as Hermione's eyes fell upon him.

As he spoke Harry suddenly jumped to a steep dive.

Fred yelped and Hermione shrieked. George looked like he had eaten a nasty flavoured Bertie Botts Every Flavour bean. Henry sat back with an amusing look on his face. The others continued to look at Harry with fear and concern. Henry watched calmly as Harry picked up speed and approached the ground at breakneck speed.

He narrowed his eyes once more and focused on Harry.

"Come on kid. Pull up at the right moment."

Hermione nearly fainted as Harry continued to come hurling towards the ground. The seeker behind Harry continued to follow him to the dive. Fred and George looked chalk white with fear. Time seemed to slow down as Harry neared the ground.

When Harry was barely a few feet from the ground, he pulled up his broom and shifted slightly on his broom adjusting his weight as he pulled up from the dive. His compatriot was not lucky enough though. Harry had pulled up so fast that he had no idea he was so near to the ground. He tried to pull up but his efforts went in vain. He crashed to the ground and for a moment the entire pitch went silent. A whistle pierced the silence calling for a time out.

Ron was first to rush to the spot and a few moments later he called the stretchers to drag the injured student away.

"You can look now Hermione, your son is alive." Harry spoke coolly.

"How did he do that? That was some great feinting."

"I am surprised at you guys. That was not just 'some great feinting'. It was the Wronski Feint. The most dangerous of them all. It's a menace to both the seekers."

"Yo-you mean you taught him that? Wow, I thought they taught them only in professional quidditch training schools."

"That was something I am especially good at. Feinting.

"Well Mr. Fred Weasley you could as well as pay me the ten galleons as it appears that the Slytherin seeker might not be able to play at all. And as there is only one seeker remaining, there leaves no doubt that he'll catch the snitch."

"Darn I didn't know that was coming. I wouldn't have laid out my gold if I knew he was able to do that."

And soon enough it was a few moments before Harry had the small olden ball clutched tightly between his fingers. Ron sounded the whistle and the game came to an end. Gryffindor finished winning 210 - 50.

Harry flew right up to the teachers stand. He was hugged by his mother and his uncles. Ron also flew in to congratulate his offspring. After they were through strangling him a quiet voice spoke in his ear.

"That was a perfect Wronski Feint. I'm proud of you."

"Professor-you watched it? It was good? Wow!!!"

"As I said earlier, you were almost perfect."

"You-you taught my son that murderous stuff!!! You were the one coaching him!!! I could strangle you." Hermione screamed in immitigable rage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I think I should make my disappearance trick right now."

"Hold on mate, we are not going to leave you anytime soon. You are going to party with us all through the night. And Hermione please cut the temper, you should be grateful that Harry has had such a great teacher. You don't find a lot of Defence Professors around who can boast to be an expert in feinting." Fred cut in.

"Yo-you're an expert in this crazy stuff. That's it Harry you're not going to take any crazy lessons from Henry."

Harry looked at disbelief.

"Are you mental, mum?" he almost screamed, completely oblivious to the teachers around.

"'Mione Henry has done things that we can't even dream about. He has taught Harry the art of feinting when we can only dream of it. It would be wrong to discourage him. Besides you have no reason to be jealous or overly protective since you happen to suck at flying." Ron finished slyly.

Hermione flushed at the comment. She knew she'd be overruled. All of the people would be taking Henry's sides. Finally she gave in.

"All right, he can go on with the stupid lessons from him, but he shouldn't be practicing any of them. And I am definitely not jealous and I am an accomplished flier, thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, we know about your flying skills."

"Yeah, she hasn't flown more than ten feet in air on a broom."

Hermione looked murderous and George quickly shrunk back.

"Hey, it's the truth."

Harry smiled and then spoke to Harry.

"I never told you to use it when I taught you that. You should've thought better of than actually doing it. It is extremely fascinating to watch someone feinting but your mum looked like she'd have a heart attack. You should have looked at the look on your uncles' faces too. They looked sick as if they would throw up any moment."

"I didn't mean too, but things were getting too boring out there. So I decided to liven up things a bit."

"I understand, but try not using it again. Next time I'm sure your mum will kill me."

"Come on young one, we'll take you on a ride that you surely won't forget."

Henry watched as the twins led the young student away, and suddenly felt a great twinge of joy.

The next day went on very slowly or so it seemed. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes felt like hours and hours seemed to last forever. Henry couldn't wait to tell Cho, everything. Yes he had decided to tell her everything. Though he saw her everyday at the Great Hall, it didn't feel the same. He wanted her to see him as Harry not a cranked up guy who was dead long ago. He reminded himself throughout the day, Henry Patterson was dead. He died ten years ago, on that fateful night.

Finally at nine o'clock he set forth for Hogsmeade. In only fifteen minutes he was at the destination. Sitting beside the cliff at the base of the light house. He quickly changed to the Harry Potter. And in an instant where there was a well dressed wizard, now stood a skinny person, with long manes and a shaggy beard. He wore ragged, filthy robes which were torn in various places. His eyes turned green. He looked at his reflection at a puddle formed on the ground and smiled. Yes, that would be about it. That was what Harry Potter would've looked like if he was here now.

He then waited and waited and waited. He gazed at the stars above and thought about his past. All tragic thoughts came to his mind. The dementors sure did have a permanent effect on him. He gazed up and spoke softly.

"I miss you Mum and Dad. I miss you Sirius. I know you would have stood by me if you were here. I am so lonely right now. If only I get to see you again…"

All his thoughts from Cedric's death, Sirius' death, his parents' death, Voldemort's rebirth and Cho. All his thoughts went back to her. His relationship with her and the day it ended. Well it's going to start soon enough. This time it will not end. No matter what happened, this time they won't be separated until death claims them.

He checked his watch. It was not long. It was nearly time. His dial showed it was nearly midnight.

He held his breath and waited. This was the moment of truth, the time of reckoning. He waited and soon enough as the hands of his watched touched each other there was a soft pop signifying someone apparating.

He waited till he heard the soft sound of her voice. The voice which brought melody to his ears, the voice that made him dream, the voice that he had fallen in love with.

"Harry? Are you here?"

Harry smiled. She was here. He got up and reared around and walked around the light house. He saw that she had her back turned to him. She was looking at the path up to the cliff.

He smiled again. She was so beautiful. She had let down her hair and it was blowing slowly in the soft breeze. He kept staring at her back admiring every curves of her body till he was broken of his thoughts. He couldn't believe that the first time he'd be 'seeing' her and he was already checking her out.

'Damn! Bad habits do die hard!!!' he thought bitterly.

"Cho?" he spoke in a raspy voice.

She turned around gracefully. She was a sight to behold. Azkaban had taken away all of his physical attributions but she was just like he remembered. In fact up close she felt that she had turned even more beautiful. She had transformed from a gorgeous girl to a demi goddess. He felt his jaw drop. Her every attribute seemed to have reached a height of perfection. Her eyes, the soft chocolate brown eyes with her long eyelashes, her hair, her long black hair fluttering softly in the breeze, her lips, her soft puffy lips. God she was beautiful.

Cho looked at her former lover. She had expected to see a man in dark hooded robes but instead her eyes met with a shocking sight. She turned at the sound of her name and her eyes landed on a skinny creature in filthy robes. She narrowed her eyes to get a better look at him. He had long hair and had a long beard. He wore tattered torn dirty robes. This 'creature' couldn't possibly be a man. Let alone Harry Potter, the dark lord.

"Harry?" she asked uncertainingly.

"Yes, it's me Cho. See what Azkaban did to me. I am barely recognizable. But you, o you, you are just what I recollected from memory. You haven't changed a bit."

He continued to walk forwards to her. Cho was still uncertain about that man. She continued to look at his face which was full of hair and then her eyes landed on his eyes. The emerald green eyes. She'd recognize them anywhere. It had to be him.

He walked up to him and then opened his arms wide. She flung herself on him. He hugged her back. She broke down. All her emotions broke down and she started to cry on her dirty robes. He could feel his own eyes getting moist. A wave of emotions rushed past him. All his happiness, joy washed over his anger and grief. He ran his hands along her back and finally rested them over her back. He placed his head over her shoulders burying his face in the black cascade of her hair. It was so comforting. Only the noise of waves crashing on the rocks way down at the bottom of the cliff. No one to disturb them in their moment of peace. Alone and finally together both of them stood over the cliff. He hid his face in her hair inhaling her perfume. The sweet scent of her hair was intoxicating. In this moment of solitude he started telling her his story. He didn't stop until he came to the point of the attack on Hogsmeade. The only thing that he didn't tell her was the fact that he was a teacher at Hogwarts. He felt that he should keep that letter as a surprise for later on.

When he finally paused, he felt her break off the hug. She started to walk away from her a look of disbelief attached to her face. Harry still couldn't guess what was wrong. He still had a forgotten smile tied to his lips.

"What is it Cho? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Suddenly his internal consciousness began to tell him that something was drastically wrong.

"I hate you, Harry Potter. I hate you for all the people that you killed. I hate you everything. I curse the day I met with you. I hope you would walk right out of my life. I hate you, I hate you." She broke down again. Tears streaming down her face.

Harry looked at her and then spoke.

"I just told you everything I told you Cho. I didn't kill them Cho, he made me do it. I didn't kill anyone."

"Well, I don't believe a single word of that crap. It's a huge load of bull shit. I hate you. You're no better than V-Voldemort."

Harry felt as if someone had punched him hard in his stomach. She didn't believe him. He had told her everything and yet she didn't believe him. She wasn't going to forgive him. She just hated her. She had even told her to walk out of her life. She had cursed the day that he had entered her life. He felt as if an invisible hand was crushing his heart and squeezing the very life out of it. He just continued to stand there, stunned.

But in that utter chaos in his mind a visible image flashed across his mind. It was an image of a bushy haired girl speaking.

"V-Voldemort."

Suddenly everything clicked in place. Of course Cho doesn't speak of his name. But she does. The person in front of him wasn't Cho. It was someone else. Someone he knew very well.

"Excellent Cho. You've done very well" Dumbledore spoke up.

More wizards and witches began to apparate beside Dumbledore. Dumbledore quickly struck Harry with a spell. Harry was too stunned and shell shocked to move. But soon enough he broke out of his trance. He recognized that he had been hit with a non apparition jinx. He knew what needed to be done. He slowly started to walk away towards the edge of the cliff.

"I'm glad Dumbledore that you finally managed to trick me and get your hands on me. Yeah, you did it nice. But why did you use the decoy? Why didn't you bring the real Cho here? She'd have done fine."

Dumbledore paused for a moment before answering.

"So you found about the switch? I thought you had overlooked it."

"I nearly did but you should choose your decoy much more carefully. She let her slip her own identity. My fellow aurors an all others let me introduce you to your star heroine for the night, Hermione Granger."

He waved his hand towards the false Cho lying on the ground. And a moment later a shrivelled up Hermione Granger was sitting there.

"Pity Dumbledore used Polyjuice. A most naïve way to mask one's identity."

"Stand back everybody; goodbye Harry. It has been nice knowing you, I only wish that it could've turned out to be a better ending." Dumbledore spoke in a dead calm voice.

"Don't count on it, you miserable bastard."

"Pro-professor what are you going to do with him?" Ron spoke up frighteningly.

"Yeah, you told us that you were going to bring him back to Azkaban quietly." Neville voiced out.

"He's going to perform the Proceaurian Curse on me. In other words he's going to curse me for all eternity. It's going to destroy my soul, and let me live for an infinite period. Isn't that what you had in mind, Professor?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"No!!!" two pair of voices screamed across the room.

"We won't let you do that. He may be a criminal, but he's still our friend. And I'll stand by him and you'll have to get through my dead body if you're going to do that to him." Ron spoke and walked over to stand in front of Harry.

"I'm with Ron." Neville said and proceeded to do the same.

"Ron, Neville don't make this unnecessarily hard on yourself." Dumbledore spoke.

"Don't fret over a death eater, Ron. Let the old crackpot do his pathetic job. Come to think of it I don't think that he'll be able to do it."

"No, Harry we'll fight for you. No one is going to put something like that on you as long as there is a single breath in my body."

"Ron, I said to leave me alone. This is my fight. You don't have to risk your neck to save a death eater. Anyways you go look to your wife. She isn't in the right state now."

He stared at Ron sternly and Ron moved away. Neville followed suit.

"Dumbledore, can I speak some last words before you put that on me?

"Thank You. Well, I have only one thing to speak about. Hermione why did you do this? I thought you were my friend but instead you turned out to be a backstabbing betrayer. You knew about my fate didn't you? Yet you agreed upon this. I'm really surprised at you. You sure have changed a lot. If you wanted me out of my way you could have told me that I was a pain in your arse. I would have left you alone. But it is too late or anything now. I have only one option remaining open. Hope you enjoy a nice long life. Goodbye Neville, Ron; you have been great friends, the best a man can have. Adieu. Sorry, Dumbledore but I prefer to end this in my terms."

He had a gentle smile plastered to his lips and nodded at his two lone friends who had stood by him. With that he turned and ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped.

Dumbledore was too stunned to see Harry jump like that. He hadn't seen this coming.

Ron watched as time slowed down. He watched that the best friend of his life jump away from the cliff. He watched in slow motion as Harry's body rose gracefully like a swan and then fell away from his view.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

He screamed. Neville looked horrified. Both the young men ran towards the cliff and cautiously peered over the edge. Far away below, laid the body of a young man, spread-eagled with whom they had shared a dormitory for seven years, with whom they had shared quite a number of adventures. His finally weary body lay on a few jagged sharp edged rocks. The rocks were smeared with his blood. The water around the water was red with blood, signifying the pain with which the man had died. They watched spellbound with shock and grief as the huge waves crashed on the rocks slowly dragging his body to the sea. They watched as the body of their best friend, with whom death had finally caught up with, slowly being carried away by the sea to his watery grave.

Neither of them couldn't recollect when silent tears had started to run down their cheeks.