A/N: All right, I know some of you probably want to beat me with a stick after the last chapter, but I have decided not to leave you guys hanging and post this one. As I warned last chapter, it will be a long one, but I hope you like it anyway! Oy, and I know who Narcissa is, but, as before, for all intensive purposes of my story, it would be better for me if she didn't exist.....

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More Than Yellowed Pages

Chapter Fifteen

"This is boring. I want to be out doing something. I feel useless while Dumbledore is out there hunting down Voldemort all by himself..." Sirius whined.

Harry cleared his throat. "You know how I felt then, that summer before my fifth year. Bites, doesn't it?" he smirked.

"Yes, well, that was different." Sirius defended himself.

"How? We're stuck here. Everyone else is out Voldemort-hunting. Doesn't seem any different to me..." Harry smiled.

"Be nice, Harry." Luna snapped from her spot in the kitchen, although there was no anger in her voice. "I say we just try to enjoy it. I mean, the house isn't exactly small, so I'm sure we'll find a way to manage...and Hedwig is still going to bring us news, isn't she?"

Harry nodded. "Point taken." He agreed. "And speaking of Hedwig, she should be here any minute with the stupid Daily Prophet..." Harry grumbled.

Sure enough, not five minutes later, Hedwig flew in through the open living room window, and landed on Harry's arm. He took the Daily Prophet from her beak, stroked her several times, and tossed his paper to his father sitting in a nearby lounge chair. Hedwig, having received what she considered to be an ample amount of Harry's affection, flapped her wings and flew back out the window that she had come in through.

Harry's father was staring at the Daily Prophet as if something about it frightened him. Worried, Harry walked over to see what his father was gawking at. He uttered a small gasp.

"Dumbledore...missing?" he yelped. "How can he be missing? I mean, where would he go? What happened? He would have told us if something was wrong, wouldn't he?" Harry demanded answers that no one in the close vicinity could give to him.

Sirius stood. "That's it. I'm going after him. We can't have him disappearing at a time like this. This is much too important..." and with a loud crack, Sirius was gone.

Lily frowned as she walked into the room from the kitchen. "What on earth was that noise?" she asked. "Is someone in the house?"

"No. Sirius just left to go find Dumbledore. He's missing," frowned James.

"Dumbledore is missing?"

"Uh-huh."

"And Sirius just left?"

"Yep." James nodded.

Harry jumped up. "Don't you two go leaving too!" he yelled. "You should stay here where it's safe! After all, we don't even know where Dumbledore is! He said to stay here! We should stay here!" Harry decided resolutely.

James sat back down. "But Harry..."

"James..." Lily whispered.

"Fine, Harry...but if Sirius isn't back in forty-eight hours, I'm going after him." James sighed, shaking his head sadly. "I know it's not like him to like being cooped up, but I didn't expect he would get so upset and just disapparate. We don't even know where Dumbledore is, much less anything about Voldemort..." James frowned deeply.

Luna dried her hands on a towel, threw the towel on the kitchen counter, and then joined the rest of the group in the living room. "Why don't we try to calm down for a while, have some dinner, and we can send Hedwig to Grimuald Place with a letter for the Weasleys after we've had some time to think?" she suggested.

Nodding, the group sat down at the table. Luna waved her wand, and a small feast appeared before them.

Harry gasped. "Nice one, Luna!" he smiled. "Where did you learn that one?"

"From my mom, before she died..." Luna explained. She sat down at the table with everyone else. Harry's father had just started on his mashed potatoes when an owl flew through the living room window. It wasn't Hedwig, but Harry recognized it nonetheless.

"Errol!" he smiled at the bird, which appeared to be unconscious on the couch. Curiously, he took the letter out of Errol's mouth, and read through it quickly.

"What is it?" asked Luna, after Harry was silent for more than a few seconds.

"It's from Ron. Hermione has gone missing..." Harry reread the letter. "Wait a second!" He picked up the Daily Prophet, and read through the article about Dumbledore's disappearance. "It was the same day!" he gasped.

"The same day?" repeated Luna. "What do you mean? They went missing on the same day?"

"Yes!" Harry groaned impatiently.

"Where would they have gone?" asked Luna, still much more calm than Harry, but beginning to sound slightly panicked. "Who do you think...?"

"Who do you think would do this, Luna? Come on!" Harry snarled. He hadn't meant to sound cross at her, but she had blinked in surprise. He lowered his voice. His parents stared at him. "Let's think," he whispered. "If you were Voldemort, where would you go?" he asked them. It sounded really stupid coming out, but he hoped it would help them come up with some ideas.

After several minutes of a very uncomfortable silence, his father was the first person to speak. "Well, obviously Sirius had some sort of idea, because he was off in a hurry..."

Harry nodded. But where had Sirius gone? Why hadn't he told them where he was headed? Harry looked around the room. Sitting on one of the end tables nearest to the window was his father's dream journal. He eyed it curiously.

"Harry...Dumbledore said not to trust that thing. We still don't know exactly how you managed to put stuff in it, remember?" his mother warned.

"I know..." he whispered, "but I think I thought of something." Harry opened the book to its first page, and quickly read through the entry, which was several pages long. He, of course, remembered the dream, but he had to be sure...

"No way...he wouldn't take them there, would he?" Harry said to himself.

"Where, Harry?" asked Lily and Luna simultaneously.

Harry looked up at them. "The Department of Mysteries." Harry replied. "That's the only thing I can think of...the only reason Sirius would rush off in such a hurry," he whispered.

"The prophecy?" Luna frowned. "But Harry, he already tried that, didn't he? It didn't work last time..."

"But I could bet galleons that that's where he's at. He may even be trying to get his hands on our prophecy..." Harry suggested to her.

"By using Hermione and Dumbledore? Harry...I don't get it." His father stood up.

"Last time Voldemort tried this, he ended up luring me to the Department of Mysteries. I thought he was torturing Sirius, see... so I went to help him. He wanted to see the prophecy...the one about him, and...well, me. He needed me in order to see the prophecy, because even though he was technically part of it, he wasn't able to touch it..." Harry explained.

"Yes, but what does that have to do with Dumbledore and Hermione?" his mother asked him.

"I don't know, exactly. Dumbledore knows about the prophecy, and so does Hermione, so maybe that's why..." Harry began, but Luna cut him off.

"Harry, Hermione starts working in the Department of Mysteries soon, doesn't she? She's a seer. Maybe he's trying to use her to see it, and since Dumbledore knows all about it..."

"He's using them as bait," Harry realized, pulling his wand out of his robes. "Sirius had to have seen it. He wouldn't have bolted off like that. Come on. We'd best get there before something bad happens..."

"But Harry! That's what he wants! We'd be falling into the same trap twice!" Luna groaned helplessly.

Harry sighed. "Well then, we'll be falling into the same trap twice, but we can't just leave them there like that!"

Lily let out a deep breath. "Calm down, Harry. We'll go, all right?" she smiled at him. "But if nothing's there..."

"Then we'll come right back here and do nothing like good boys and girls," smirked Harry under his breath.

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"Tom, there is nothing I can tell you about that prophecy. It doesn't involve me. There is nothing I can do for you. I will not help you hurt the boy..." Dumbledore whispered rather calmly.

With three loud cracks, Harry, Luna, Lily, and James found themselves in the middle of the long corridor that had haunted Harry's dreams since before his fifth year began. He shivered.

"This is it. Now..." he looked around and scratched his head for a moment. "Last time we were here, we went through..."

"It was that door..." Luna pointed.

"Thanks, Luna..." Harry nodded.

James frowned. "And where exactly does that door lead us to?"

"You'll see." Harry sighed, carefully tiptoeing forward, and trying hard not to make any unnecessary noises. "Be really quiet," he warned.

"Well duh," his mother smirked, drawing her wand from her back pocket.

Harry pushed open the door, which, to his great dismay, made the loudest, most eerie creaking noise he had ever heard one door make. He jumped back worriedly. Fortunately enough for him (and everyone else), there were no Death Eaters or dark sorcerers hiding behind the door. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's no one in this room either...but there's a door down there." Harry pointed out the obvious.

Luna frowned. "Do you remember that door, Harry...because I remember that door, and I don't like it. Remember, Harry? We went through that door last time, and Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix LeStrange nearly killed us..."

"Lucius and Bellatrix are both locked away in Azkaban, Luna. They can't hurt us." Harry assured her.

"How can you be sure?" asked his father. "After all, you're the one that figured out that Voldemort was back, and that the Dementors had to have had something to do with it. How do we even know that Bellatrix was actually given the Dementors kiss?"

"I have a feeling we can have faith in at least that much. Think as if you were an evil genius, dad. If one of your little minions was captured, you wouldn't want her to go blabbing your secrets to the Ministry, would you?" Harry smirked.

James scratched his head. "Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"I spent my entire fifth year stuck inside Voldemort's head." Harry grumbled unpleasantly. "Dumbledore wouldn't even look me in the face, much less talk to me, because he was afraid that Voldemort was playing with my head..."

All four of them stopped suddenly. They could hear talking in the next room. James jumped to the head of the group, placing an index finger over his lips. Carefully, he swung the door at the end of the hallway open. Behind it were Sirius and a badly injured Hermione. Sirius looked up in surprise when he saw James.

"Prongs! We can't get out! Have you tried? He's put some sort of seal on it!" Sirius informed them.

"What do you mean, we can't get out?" gasped Lily. She screwed her face up in concentration. "I can't disapparate! You're serious! What do we do? The girl needs a hospital!" Lily paced nervously.

"It wasn't pretty. He tried to use her to see the prophecy about Luna and Harry. When she refused, he tried to kill her. She deflected the curse somewhat, but..." he frowned sadly. "I picked her up and tried to disapparate, but it didn't work. We've been stuck in here quite a while. Dumbledore is in the other room with him." Sirius groaned in desperation.

Harry blinked. "Dumbledore is in the other room with Voldemort?"

"He has no wand. I'm not sure what happened to it, but when he flew backwards, I think he may have dropped it or something...."

"Flew...backwards? Is he...?" Lily choked.

Sirius shook his head. "No, he's still alive. Voldemort is trying to pry information from him. I can't get back into the room..."

Harry looked determinedly at the door behind Sirius and Hermione. "I bet you we could get in there. We're exactly the people he's been waiting for, after all..." Harry suggested.

"Harry!" screamed Lily. "Have you gone mad?"

"If we can't get out of here, it's obviously his doing, mom. We're going to have to beat him at his own game if we plan on getting Hermione to a hospital in time..." Harry whispered, a note of worry in his voice.

Luna stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'll go in with you," she smiled. "We're in this together..."

James nodded, and took a step forward. "Come on, Lils. I say we go have a little bit of fun with the old jerk..." The mischievous grin that Lily was so used to from their teenage years graced James's face. "After all...I think we owe him one, don't you?" he couldn't help but chuckle.

Lily, after several moments of hesitation, took James's hand. She turned to Sirius. "Padfoot, keep trying. As soon as you can, get the girl to St. Mongo's, and alert the rest of the Order about where we are. I'm thinking if we knock him unconscious long enough, you'll have time to get out of here..." she thought out loud.

Sirius nodded. "Good luck," he smiled at them. "Keep your eyes peeled for Dumbledore's wand, if you can. It would be a great advantage to you if it was returned to him..." Sirius advised.

Harry nodded. "Come on..."

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"You're being quite irrational about this whole thing, Tom. I cannot touch the prophecy. It has nothing to do with me, as you well know. You will not get what you want this way, Tom..." Dumbledore was still calm, especially considering he was wandless, and in no fit state to be disagreeing with one of the most formidable evil wizards of all time.

Harry pushed open the door. Voldemort turned his attention from Dumbledore to Harry and everyone else that had just managed to walk through the door he had sealed.

"Ah..." he smiled. "You're finally here..." He paused, and glanced at Luna, Lily, and James, who stood, unmoving, behind Harry with their wands raised. "And I see you've brought the whole family along as well..." he cackled.

"Shut up." Said Harry boldly.

Luna stole a furtive glance toward the floor, where Dumbledore's wand lay unnoticed, hidden in the shadows. Waving her wand, she muttered something under her breath, and the wand shot across the room. Dumbledore caught it with his left hand, and took a step towards Voldemort.

"Harry...Luna...get out of here..." he warned. "He wants to see that prophecy..."

"He won't get to see anything." James growled. "I'm going to do to him what he did to me..." Harry's father quickly joined Dumbledore. Surprisingly, Voldemort made no attempt to kill him on his way there.

"I do not fear you!" Voldemort laughed. The sound seemed to echo throughout the entire room. He stared at Luna, smiled, and whispered, "Come here, girl..."

Luna screamed as she shot across the room. Voldemort held onto her with his left hand, and held his wand, still pointed at James and Dumbledore, in his right.

"Luna!" Harry screamed.

"Retrieve the prophecy for me, boy, and I will not harm her or your father..." Voldemort promised.

"No, Harry!" yelled Luna.

Lily placed a hand on her son's shoulders, and held him back. She shook her head. "You can't do it. You can't let him win..." she whispered.

Harry glanced back at her. She smiled for him, although there was nothing to smile about. Harry then glanced back across the room. Voldemort's wand was pointed firmly between his father's eyes, and he had Luna in his other hand. Then something occurred to him. Neither Luna nor his father looked very worried about their current state of affairs...and Voldemort, for all intensive purposes, was rather preoccupied at the moment.

Harry took a deep breath, exhaled, and blinked several times before he finally made up his mind. Looking back at his mother, he smiled, took her hand off his shoulder, smiled again, and took several steps forward.

"Don't do it, Harry," said his father, a note of warning in his voice.

Harry, seemingly ignoring his father, nodded towards Voldemort. "Which one is it?" he asked quietly.

Voldemort laughed. "You see the one...over there, boy. That one! Give it to me!" he commanded.

Sure enough, Harry found the prophecy that Dumbledore had told him about, with his and Luna's names on it. Again, he took a deep breath. It seemed to take him forever to make his hands work as he wanted them to, and slowly, he removed the prophecy from its place.

"Harry!" screamed Luna. "What are you doing? You can't give it to him!" she yelled. Her cheeks were flushed with anger.

Harry, pretending not to be listening, took a step forward. Then another...and another. He was only two yards away now...and he was getting closer. He really hoped this worked....

"Let them go, and I'll hand it to you..." Harry promised.

"You expect me to trust you, boy?" snarled Voldemort.

Harry frowned. "What other choice do you have?" he smirked. "If you don't let them go, I'll smash it, and we'll be right back where we were the last time we met here..." he threatened. "Are you going to do what I ask, or not?" To tempt him, Harry took yet another step forward. He was now standing on the other side of Dumbledore. He winked at him. Dumbledore looked rather confused, but nodded lightly to James nonetheless.

"Come on...you want this stupid thing, don't you? You've gone through a lot of trouble for it, haven't you? Let Luna go...let my parents leave, and you can have it. I don't care anymore..." Harry frowned. Luna was looking at him as if he had gone mad.

It was Voldemort this time, who took a step forward. Luna ran to Harry, which wasn't too far to run considering the three feet of space that separated James, Dumbledore, and Harry from Voldemort and her.

"Don't give it to him, Harry! I swear I'll curse you myself!" she hissed at him when she was within earshot.

Harry smiled. "Everything will be fine, Luna. Trust me..." he whispered.

Harry took a final step forward. From where he was at, he could see the door leading out of the room...the one they had come through, and his mother staring at him, pale as he had ever seen her. She had her wand raised. Voldemort had all but forgotten about her. Good, thought Harry. He smiled as he stretched out the orb to within inches of Voldemort's grasp.

Voldemort looked ecstatic. He quickly reached forward to snatch the prophecy. He held it in his hands now...yet it was Harry that was smiling.

Several different spells rang out at once. From behind Voldemort, Harry's mother had yelled an immobilizing spell. The confused Voldemort tried to wheel around, but the spell hit its mark, and he was stunned. From Harry's side, Luna had yelled a disarming spell. James and Dumbledore, however, were the ones to finish it all off.

"Adavara Kadavara!" Both of them screamed the curse at the same time. The familiar light that Harry had seen at least three times before shot from the tips of their wands.

Lily, behind Voldemort, dropped herself to the ground to avoid being hit. He was still standing, despite the fact that both curses had undoubtedly hit their marks. After several seconds, the prophecy dropped from his hands, shattering like fine crystal on the ground below, and Voldemort himself fell to his knees. Before their eyes, he seemed to melt away, until only his robes were left.

James, very satisfied with himself, blew on the end of his wand as if it was a smoking gun. "Check mate," he smirked, and slowly walked over to join Lily.

Luna resisted the impulse to slap Harry, and instead wrapped him in a hug. "I could kill you, Harry! Worrying me like that!" she growled at him.

"It's over..." Dumbledore whispered. "It finally is really over..." he smiled as several of the Order members, including a very worried looking Sirius, burst through the door.

"Wha...?" stammered Mad Eye.

"Interesting..." smiled Lupin.

"We have done away with him, Moody. There is no need to worry." Dumbledore turned his attention to Sirius. "I trust you got Hermione to St. Mongo's?" he asked, and Sirius nodded. "Good." He smiled. "Let's head home, shall we?"

Tonks, looking more upbeat than usual, smiled, walked over to where Voldemort used to be, picked up his wand, and snapped it in half...again, and again, and again...

"Just in case..." she smiled weakly.

Harry smiled and took Luna's hand in his. Looking at his parents, he nodded. Going home sounded like a really good idea.

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'Dear Ron,

Give Hermione my best. Luna and I thought we'd invite you over for some butter beer and cake...when she's feeling up to it, of course. We've moved into the house in Godric's Hollow, and my parents are living right down the street...funny, eh? Luna loves her new job, but business has been kind of...slow for me...

We've destroyed my father's journal. It brought trouble. We set fire to it after we beat him. No more of those horrid dreams. We'll just let stuff come as it comes. No more of that seeing the future stuff...well, except for Hermione, maybe...

Well, write back soon, mate! Can't wait till you visit the hollow!

-Harry'

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A/N: Okay, I would consider that 'leaving it open' if anything, but I think I may follow this one with another, just because I can...and because some of you probably want to know why I left it like this...