Chapter Fifteen

Dumbledore got up from his desk, drawn to his door by pounding and shouting in the corridor. He opened the door.

"I didn't mean for you to make yourself a martyr!" Snape shouted, his gaunt face a shocking shade of scarlet.

"I'm not going to-oh, hullo, father-make myself a martyr!" Rayna shouted back. "This could be the only way!"

"Well, well, well," came an oily voice behind them, "Lover's spat?"

Dumbledore's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Can I help you, Lucius?" He asked coolly.

"I'm afraid you can't. I have a delivery for your daughter." He held out a piece of parchment.

Hatred was coursing through Rayna's veins as she reached for her wand.

"Tut, tut, tut," Malfoy hissed, "You can't touch me while I'm inside this castle, Ray. Educational Decree number thirty-two."

Rayna spoke without moving her lips. "Just you try to step outside."

Lucius ignored her. "Severus, may I see you in your office?"

"Certainly, Lucius." Snape led the way down to the dungeons.

Dumbledore smiled and winked at Rayna. "Good Luck."

Snape and Lucius Malfoy were halfway across the entrance hall when a shout rang out from behind them. They turned to see Professor McGonagall hurrying toward them, her expression grave.

"Severus! Come quickly-we've just found Theodore Nott in the Forbidden Forest!" She grabbed his arm. "You have to come to the hospital wing!"

Snape looked quickly at Malfoy. "Some other time, then, Lucius?"

He nodded. "I'll be going." He turned and stepped out in to the sunlight. Immediately, he was knocked off his feet by a cry of 'Expelliarmus' from directly in front of him.

When he came around, Rayna Dumbledore was in front of him, twirling his wand in her hand. Before he had a chance to react, she had hissed 'Immobulius.' He was helpless. She shot a stream of gold sparks from her wand in front of the doorway.

Snape and McGonagall rushed out of the doorway. Without speaking, Snape conjured a stretcher.

"Where?" He asked.

"My father's office, I suppose, then we'll send him to Azkaban-it won't do much good, but it'll be better than nothing."

Snape nodded and moved away, guiding the floating stretcher in front of him.

In the library, Harry clapped a hand over his scar. Ron and Hermione looked up, concerned.

"What's the matter, mate?" Ron asked.

"I'm not sure-he's angry, no-he's furious." Harry replied.

"Why?"

Harry shrugged.

Back in Dumbledore's office, the Headmaster closed the door behind the Aurors-in-training carting Lucius Malfoy off to Azkaban. He sank down heavily behind his desk and faced Rayna.

"He's going to know it was you." He said, eyes sparkling.

"Good," Rayna replied, "I hope he tries something."

"You should send Mad-Eye an owl. It's not a good idea to take on Voldemort single-handed."

"I'll go to Grimmauld Place. I have to speak to Tonks and Lupin, anyhow." She got up and began to move toward the door.

Dumbledore stood. "Wait! The note Lucius gave you!" He held out the scrap of parchment. Rayna took it and ripped it open.

Rayna:

I've been told you're having second thoughts. Your owl will find me.

Yours Faithfully,

TMR

Rayna grinned.

TBC

A/N: Sorry for the wait guys, I've been kinda caught up with "Angel."