It's a dreary day in the nation's capitol, but that's ok. I hope you all are enjoying this- Also, for all of you rock n roll folks do yourself a favor and pick up the new Muse album "Absolution" I think should I write another story it wil be loosely based on this work of art. Again, I don't own nothing...on with the evening -D

Only Time

Only two members of the Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix arrived to the office. Mad Eye Moody sat across the room from Maylin. Haggard and suspicious, he glared at her. Maylin sat curled into one of the headmaster's book shelves, knees to her chest, she felt invaded by Moody's presence.

To her left sat Sirius Black. Aged beyond his years, Sirius had spent most of his adult life on the run. Even tonight he risked terrible danger. For Maylin seeing Black was strange at best. Dumbledore had explained to her his innocence and while it was difficult to accept, she did not argue with the old man. Sirius was, after all, Harry's godfather. Besides, he'd already apologized sincerely years ago for an incident that had put him literally in the dog house with her years ago. She forgave him, why not forgive a little more?

The small group talked for awhile, sharing plans, reports, and damning the Ministry for their lacking efforts to protect the magical population. Since the documented return of Voldemort, the Ministry had denied any such occurrence. Sirius Black was still on the run and the Order was convinced that Voldemort was in at least partial control of the Ministry's actions.

"I think you're all over-reacting," chimed in Maylin after a long silence. The room ended their discussion and turned to their attention to the woman in the corner. "Without a doubt there is a bug in the Ministry's ear. But, there always has been." Sirius perked his head. "Lucius Malfoy?"

Maylin agreed. "I wouldn't be surprised if he had even more of an influence now, given the circumstances."

"Manipulation Spell?"

"Perhaps, Sirius, it's not like Voldemort hasn't used them in the past."

"Well then lassie, how do you intend we fight that?" Moody's gruff voice filled with frustration.

"We don't." Moody's eye sized her up.

Maylin rose to the floor. "They're a bunch of politicians over there, helpless gits beckoning to the call of money and power. No, we go after Voldemort. We wipe him clean from the picture and then Ministry's defenses will fall."

"Now yer talkin my language kid." Moody raised his wand, Maylin relaxed a bit. She knew she was with the right crowd who'd appreciate a good dog fight.

Dumbledore raised a finger.

"So then dear what about this spell plot of yours, how does that play into Voldemort's plans?"

Maylin sat gingerly on Dumbledore's desk.

"It's simple really, Voldemort is looking for the ultimate weapon."

The Order closed in.

"Imagine it," Maylin continued. "An army of Death Eaters with little scars on their heads returning curses back to their senders. They'd be unstoppable. One redirected curse could make Voldemort invincible."

"If that's the case Lynnie, then why not give the spell to us. Let us run around with scars on our heads so that we can beat this git?"

"Because Sirius, the spell I created didn't work. Voldemort doesn't know that James and Lilly also had the spell. They died. I missed something and Harry still survived."

Dumbledore leaned in. "How exactly did you give Harry the spell my dear?"

Maylin thought for a moment. In truth she really had no idea. She had held the child in her arms, placed her hand on his sleeping forehead and spoke her forbidden words. She had done the same for Harry's parents.

Maylin's confused eyes circled the room.

"I guess I just blessed him."

Sirius laughed. "Part of your Jesus complex?"

Maylin smiled back. She shook her head. "I guess so."

Moody tapped his wand on the desk. "So what you're saying is that even if ole Voldie had the spell it might not necessarily work?"

Maylin nodded. "But," she continued, "that doesn't mean he won't stop at anything to get it."

Dumbledore looked weary. "I guess that means we must tighten our security of Potter."

"That won't be needed."

"What do you suggest, Lynnie? We just send our god son out into the wilderness?"

"No Sirius, I told Harry everything."

The room stopped.

"You did what?" Sirius stood in front of Maylin. His old eyes tried to catch her gaze. Maylin looked up at him. "Sirius, he asked me if I knew his mother. He had this crazy dream. In his dream I said the spell. He doesn't know it, only that I have it."

"But Maylin," interrupted Dumbledore. "Voldemort has been using Harry mind against him. Professor Snape has been giving him Occlumency lessons to control his dreams." Maylin shook her hand at the Headmaster. "Yes, I know, but, Harry obviously isn't very good at hiding his thoughts, so I'm having Harry send Voldemort to me."

Dumbledore sat back in his chair.

"Do you think that's wise, child?"

Maylin leaned over his desk and looked the old man straight in the eye. "I'd rather have Voldemort come after me than fifteen year innocent old boy."

Sirius stood behind Maylin, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "What about Snape?"

Maylin whirled to face him. "What about him?" said Maylin firmly.

Sirius stepped to face her. "You say he was called by Voldemort over, what? Six hours ago? Do you honestly think Voldemort isn't going to try to use Snape against you?"

"So what if he does?"

"After everything he put you through do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

Behind her blue eyes there was a fury of emotion.

"Sirius Black you have no idea what Severus means to me. Voldemort isn't going force me to push him away again. Do even begin to think you know me."

Sirius stood his ground firmly.

"Maylin Hunter don't believe for a second that I'm going to let you take on the Dark Lord because you made a bad relationship decision. I don't like the bastard, but I know Snape well enough to know that if something ever happened to you he'd just assume drown himself."

Maylin blinked.

Sirius.-

Maylin...?

"Maylin?" He said aloud.

Maylin's body turned away from him. A presence filled her mind. Dark presence. A dying presence. Her heart began to beat faster. Her head slowly spun. Maylin reached out her hands as this dizziness engulfed her.

Sirius grabbed her arm. Dumbledore stood from his desk. Moody surveyed the woman eyes. He felt it too.

Maylin regained her composure. "They're here."

"Who's here, Lynnie?"

Maylin stood upright and breathed deep.

"Voldemort's here," she closed her eyes. "They have Severus."