Hope you enjoy this chapter. :) Yeah, I'll just end my note right here since I'm dying to write the next part of 'the cliffeh'. xDD

P.S. Not all of this chapter is in Harry's point of view. And the darn slight swearing thing..

Disclaimer: I own nobody in this story, except for Morgan, Zarifa and the plot. Foxeh owns Raven Dumbledore-Black and Hades. And J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and yadda yadda yadda. c-C

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Chapter Seven
More Information

"Harry! Hermione's missing!"

My jaw dropped as I gazed up into the freckled face of Ronald Weasley. "What!?" I yelled, and I leaped up, the red book falling from my hand. My eyes were wide, and I grasped Ron by the shoulders, gazing into his electric eyes.

"She's missing! Hermione is missing!" My arms fell down, and my eyes grew glazed as I remembered our previous encounter. 'Is it my fault?'

I fell back to reality as I felt someone shaking me hard. Letting out a grunt, I stared at Ron. "Did you hear what I just said?" Ron asked me, and I could see fear and hesitance race across his eyes. I shook my head, wondering what else there could be.

"Draco is missing too."

My jaw dropped, and I could almost feel a bone breaking at the rate it fell. My heart was pounding fast, and I let out a gasp of shock.

"Draco? Holy shit! We have to go to Dumbledore!" I started off to the castle, but Ron leaped before me, blocking me from the castle. "Mate, we got strict orders from McGonagall to stay in the Boys' Dormitory." He let go of me as I nodded meekly.

I paced back and forth, pulling a hand through my hair, breathing heavily through my nose. This couldn't be... I pinched my eyes close for a second, then shifted my gaze to Ron, who was watching me, a tear in his eye.

"When?" I whispered hoarsely. Ron shook his head. "About five hours now. The two were supposed to serve detention with McGonagall today... Some row between her and Malfoy..." The tears began to fall from his face. His head hung, and just watching him, so sad, I pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry Ron." I pulled away, and began to walk away. I felt his eyes on my back, and I soon heard his breaths as he panted to catch up with me. "I'm sorry too Harry." he said quietly. We, the both of us, walked up the steps to the castle, awaiting more news from Professor Dumbledore, while a thunderous storm raged outside, and in our hearts.

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Sitting by the rippling waters by the lake rested a red book, and dark, irises were watching the book keenly. A few minutes passed, and as the thunder boomed through the growing night, a large hound with black fur tinged with gray lumbered from the brush, his dusky snout pointed at the book. He bent down, and his jaws grasped the book, and he turned around, bounding into the black of the Forbidden Forest.

It was a dark night- the dusty clouds even lingered over the last shred of light, the moon. The rain dripped through the forest, and the heavenly sounds of a rain forest were shrouded by the howling winds. The hound prowled through the forest, his ears laid back against his head, as if yearning to hear. There- a movement to the left...

The hound let out a wolfish grin, and he came to a stop before a tall, hooded stranger. Bright green eyes glittered, with some sort of glee, as the cloaked person took the book. "Good..."

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"Harry, Ron, please! You haven't eaten in ages!" complained a red-eyed Ginny. Ron and I were lying on our backs, staring at the ceiling in the Boys' Dormitory. Ginny stood in the doorway, her face covered in dry tears, her bronze curls a mass of swirls and tangles about her. It was so painful to tell Ginny of Hermione's absence, and she had refused to believe it at first. And when she did accept the truth, she had taken to crying in the Girls' Lavatory. All of us, Ron, Ginny, and I, we all had lost our best friend. And it hurt just to know that.

Ginny stood indignantly there, and soon, she strode forward. I turned on my side to stare at her, and I noticed just how.. weak she looked. Like everything going on, like it was all taking a toll on her. And it was- it was taking a toll on the whole wizarding world. Deatheaters were attacking more frequently, but no deaths had occurred- yet.

Ginny took my arm, and also tried to grab Ron's. Alas, he would not let her, and he instead jerked away. Ginny let out an exasperated sigh. I sighed and pushed my legs over the side of the bed, putting a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Ron... Go on down.. Let's just go eat.." A moan was heard, and Ron turned around, I blinked hard, and slowly stood from the bed, as did Ron. Ginny smiled faintly and took our hands, all of us stumbling down the stairs. My eyes groped around the Gryffindors' faces, most of them chatting and laughing. A flash of red caught my eye, and I halted to stare.

The book. The diary.

Dread filled me and I cursed under my breath as Ginny touched my arm. "Harry?" She asked quietly. Ron watched from the Portrait door. I shook my head and followed Ginny and Ron out.

I needed more information.

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I watched McGonagall apprehensively from the back of the classroom, as she barked at Seamus for transfiguring Neville's hand into a snake's head. My foot was bouncing on the gray floor in anticipation as I waited for the chiming bells to ring. I yearned just wanted to talk to her. I wanted to know. I wanted to understand.

"What did you think you were doing!? I gave explicit instructions not to use this incantation on another being, and what do you do? Detention! Two weeks worth! You will meet me in my office at nine!" She glared at Seamus, who was red with embarrassment. Suddenly, the clanging bells chimed, and students scurried to depart from the room, afraid to cross McGonagall's wrath.

"I want a report on the ancient spells of transfiguration, at least two feet long! I want it by Monday!" shrieked the transfiguration Professor. Slowly, the room emptied, and I shook my head at Ron, who nodded when I asked him not to wait for me.

McGonagall let herself fall exasperatedly into her seat, and I cautiously walked forward to her desk, where she briskly began to grade various quizzes. She did not acknowledge my presence, and I gave a little cough. She slowly rested her quill on the wood, and peered up at me through her spectacles. "Yes Mr. Potter?" She asked, and I detected a tad of softness laced in her voice.

"Umm, professor, I was wondering about a few things.." I started. McGonagall watched me, her stern eyes bright with suspicion. She waited, watching me keenly.

"Um, well, do you know anything about Raven Dumbledore or Morgan Fanei?"

Professor McGonagall was completely taken aback. Her jaw fell slightly, and her eyes widened. But she regained her composure fast, and she was soon back to sitting in suspicion. Her eyes narrowed greatly, and she watched me, opening her mouth to speak.

"Potter, where did you find out-"

I cut her off hastily. "I was.. uh... researching in the library, and came across their names.. in.. the... one of the yearbooks!" I almost moaned at my lame excuse.

McGonagall's eyes were tiny slits now, and I was hit with just how familiar they looked. I shook my head, waiting with baited breath for an answer.

"Raven Dumbledore is of course, the headmaster's granddaughter. She was very intelligent, but she kept her face shrouded from others. She always had a hound following her, and she was a close friend to... your parents. Not much is known about her, except that she is not to be trusted." Her eyes stayed on me as she took in a breath. "And Morgan Fanei.. Well, she came to Hogwarts very late, in about her third or fourth year. She was also one of my best students, and grew close to your parents, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Raven also... She left Hogwarts in her seventh year... But I don't know much about her either. I haven't seen either since their last year here."

I raised a brow at her... brief summary of the two- if one could call it that. I nodded my head in thank you and left McGonagall to brood about my odd question.

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I perched on a sink in the Boys' Lavatory, pondering my encounters with the staff of Hogwarts that occurred that day. My book bag was slumped at my feet, and one foot tapped at the stone floor incessantly. I was worried, I was weary, but most of all, I was confused.

I had gone to see Hagrid after that, as Care of Magical Creatures had been our next lesson. As I neared Hagrid's hut, my eyes narrowed. The Slytherins and Gryffindors- something strange was going on. Not a single snooty remark escaped any of the pure blood's lips, and it was then I realized that their Slytherin Prince was missing. Curse Draco Malfoy..

Hagrid watched me, slightly worried and slightly relieved. "'Arry! Where were ya', lad?" came his booming voice. I forced a smile on my face.

"I had to talk with McGonagall." I said, and Hagrid's relief grew on his face. My eyes swept over from his coarse, shaggy hair to the slight bruises upon his face. I took to guessing that his brother, Grawp, was still residing in the forest. I shuddered at the memory of our first encounter. But a sad smile came on my face- It had been Hermione and I who met Grawp that day...

Hagrid nodded at me, and continued on with his lecture. I listened little, but soon Hagrid led us all to an enclosed paddock near the Forbidden Forest. Gasps coursed through out the mingling group, and I stared wide eyed at the creature before us.

A delicate female face gazed at us, and my eyes flew along widening ever so more as her pale flesh blended into deep blue. Heavy plumage of an assortment of colors sprouted from her rump, and long, sleek feathers extended from it's mule body as strong wings. They had long, thick manes of hair, but as my eyes reached the ends of her hair, the strands morphed into even more colorful plumes. Many were gazing at this beauty in awe, as was I. All thoughts left my mind as I stared at them.

Hagrid grinned toothily at us from the fence. "Beau'iful, is'n't she? This 'ere be an Al Burak, and 'ey are considered to be symbols o' purity in Arabia." We all listened in keen interest.

"The Al Burak, 'ile not able to speak ver'bally, can speak to one wi' their mind. 'Ey 'ave the ability to control time... An' yes, Ron, they do fly. It is said in a myth, 'at the Prophet Mu'ammad, a religious figure in the religion o' Islam, rode an Al Burak i' a dream... Now, any questions?"

A flurry of hands shot up in the air, followed by a stampede of voices. I was caught with a memory of Hermione's hand shooting up in the air, and as I watched Hagrid silently, I knew he was thinking the same thing too. I shook my head, and took out a parchment for notes. While Hagrid answered questions, I neared the paddock, watching the Al Burak with interest. The could control time?

The creature neared me, and I cocked my head as I watched her. 'Who are you? What is it like... to be a creature so beautiful, yet be in captivity?' Questions, thoughts, and little musings echoed in my mind, and suddenly, a sharp pain entered my head.

'I am not in captivity.'

My eyes widened, and my emerald gaze stared at the female's face. She indeed was beautiful, with a face of smooth porcelain, full, deep red lips.. Her almond shaped eyes of a deep, sparkling sapphire gazed at me in wonder.

'Holy crap! Where did that voice come from!? Is it...' My thought trailed off and my eyes widened even more. "You.." I whispered. The Al Burak smiled at me, and a warm feeling entered me. A soft song escaped her lips, much like a bird's chirp, but it contained something that made her melody more spectacular, more... soothing...

'You must be Harry Potter.' came her voice in my mind. Her voice was soft, but haunting, bringing back a memory of Morgan. I continued to stare, and my hand raised as if to stroke the creature.

'You know me?' I thought, in slight bafflement. The Al Burak's smile deepened, and she moved her head to the other side. The voices of my classmates and Hagrid left my ears, and I soon only heard the consoling voice of the beauty before me.

'Doesn't everyone know Harry Potter?' I shook my head sadly, my gaze falling to the dirt for a moment. I glanced up again. 'Do you have a name?' I said in my mind, ignoring her rhetorical question.

'You may call me Zarifa.' she replied. Her name dizzied me, and I smiled at her. 'That's a beautiful name... What does it mean?'

Zarifa's dazzling smile deepened. 'Moves with grace. 'Tis an Arabic name.' I nodded silently...

Zarifa continued to speak- or think to me. 'Strange things are in your mind... Strange nightmares, dreams...' I muffled my gasp and stared at her. The parchment that had lingered in my fingers fluttered to the ground.

'You know what is in my mind?' I thought, my heart beating fast. I waited a few moments, the silence burning at me.

'Yes.'

Zarifa turned away from me, but not before shaking her thick, plumed hair a tad, causing one of the milky blue feathers to fall into my hand. I stared at her, and Zarifa smiled once more. 'A gift, for the one who will save us all.'

She turned away, and stalked closer to Hagrid. I stared at her, trying to call her, but she blatantly ignored me. I sighed, and looked at the feather in my hand. It was soft, and warm. I faint smile traced at my lips as I fell back into the bustling group, none of which who had noticed my slight minutes of solitude.

I shook myself from the day's events and thought about what Hagrid had said about the two; Raven and Morgan. He had said much the same thing... That Raven was not to be trusted and such.. That Morgan had come to school late.. I shook my head and went through a list of teachers in my mind.

There were only two I hadn't talked with yet. Professor Snape and Ex-Professor Lupin. I was nervous, very nervous. Where was I to find Remus? Searching out for Snape would be a treat, I was sure of it...

I let out a sigh and glanced at the bewitched clock that hung in the bathroom. Hmm.. Supper already. Snape would be there.

I leaped from the sink and grabbed my bag, hurrying out into the hall. I ran to catch up with the crowds flowing into the Great Hall, praying none would notice my... brief departure from classes. Apparently, luck was not on my side.

"Potter!" screeched a voice filled with plain hate. I recognized it instantly, and cursed. Damn, this was not how I had planned to encounter Snape...

I turned on my heel, sighing silently as I saw an evil glint in his eyes. Snape was of a tall, lanky figure, with a hateful persona. His shoulder length, greasy, black hair almost made me grimace. "Yes sir?" I said politely, but I did not disguise the hate that lay in my tone, equal to his. Professor Severus Snape glared at me from above his hooked nose.

"Where were you today, Potter?" He spat, and I almost ducked to avoid the blobs of spit that came vividly into my mind. I took in a deep breath and cast Snape a look of pure loathing, only to have it returned to me.

"I was in my classes sir." I answered back, slightly sarcastic. I almost fell with dread as I saw the glee in Snape's eyes illuminate. Ice filled me as I realized I had missed Potions today.

Fuck..

"Ahh, Potter, but you were not. And if I recall correctly, I believe you missed Charms, Divination and Herbology." Yes, one could not miss the pure happiness in his voice. It took all my will power not to roll my eyes up to the ceiling and mutter something disrespectful. But I resisted the urge, only to be tempted to punch his lights out.

"So Potter, what do you have to say for yourself?"

I stared at him straight in the eye for a few moments, the look of anger and hate leaving my face. A feeling of calm replaced my previous emotions, and I almost grinned at him.

"I skipped those classes."

Snape's pure joy fell a tad. He had expected me to deny it, or come up with some half-witted lie. Alas, how I loved to pull Snape around..

He quickly regained his composure. "Detention for a week, and don't you dare skip them. Thirty points from Gryffindor also." Snape gave me one last glare before continuing forward. I realized my only chance to ask Snape was slipping away...

"Professor Snape!"

He turned around, if not reluctantly. "Yes Potter?" Suspicion lined his weary face.

I walked forward and peered at him. "Sir, do you know anything about Raven Dumbeldore?"

Snape froze, and the hate that slipped over his face was so great, I almost took half a step away from him. It disappeared a second later though, and he glared at me questioningly. "I have no idea of whom you are talking about." His voice was angry, and he moved to walk away.

"You knew her, didn't you? You knew her, and you hate her because of her friendship with-"

Snape whirled around, and this time I did take a step back, mostly in surprise. His eyes flashed an unbearable amount of loath, and he took a step toward me, shaking his finger threateningly.

"I knew Raven Dumbledore," He spat, voice laced with fury. "I despise her, I despise her friends, I despise Dumbledore for bringing her to this school! You want to know about her? Well, if you know where she is, I suggest coughing up that information to the Ministry! Oh yes, Potter, the Ministry. Her allegiance is questioned, didn't you know that? Yes, you are a thickheaded fool, for not knowing that!" His voice was rising, and I nervously darted away from the red faced Potions Professor, who laughed sinisterly at my hurried departure.

I skipped dinner that night. No, I wasn't in the mood, for I had lost my appetite after my brush-up with Snape. Was he implying that Raven was a... deatheater? But.. it couldn't be! I was shocked, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed likely.

Now I had to find Lupin- and that would be very.. difficult. How would I find his home? I let out a sigh when a thought came to my mind. Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Surely Sirius, being Lupin's friend, would've had his address?

A grin came to my face, and I then realized- how was I to get there? I let out a sigh as I remembered last year, with Umbridge. The Headmaster's office.

"Dammit!" I hissed, and I hurried to look out the doors to the Great Hall. Dumbledore was seated there... Maybe I could sneak away... My eyes searched the table where the staff was seated. I realized he wasn't there.

"Hello Harry."

I let out a yelp, and turned around, startled. Before stood the ancient Headmaster of Hogwarts; Professor Albus Dumbledore. Standing there, tall and thin, clad in deep blue robes lined with a bright, starry yellow. His long, white beard was curled on his index finger, and the crooked hat on the top of his head covered the thin hair.

"H-h-hello Headmaster." I stammered. No matter what happened, Professor Dumbledore would always surprise me. Dumbledore smiled sadly, and beckoned for me to follow him. Lugging my bag into a more comfortable position, I strode to catch up with him. We didn't speak, but there were many times where I felt like screaming in irritation. Where was he taking me?

I realized where when we reached the statue of the gargoyle. Luck must've been flying everywhere...

Dumbledore uttered two words. "Acid Pops!" The gargoyle leapt to the side, and we entered the moving staircase.

I couldn't wait any longer. "Sir-"

"Harry, wait until we reach my office.. We will discuss matters then." His voice was grave, and it frightened me. Had something happened? Hermione's grinning face came to my mind, and my heart plummeted. Was Hermione okay?

We entered his office, and I jumped. Ron was seated there also, his red head sitting in his hands. He looked up at me, and I grew worried at how pale he seemed. Ron nodded in greeting to me, and I let myself fall into a chair beside him.

He seated himself at his desk, and watched us quietly. Silence ensued for quite awhile, until I opened up with,"Sir?"

Dumbledore took in a deep breath. "We know where Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy are."

I leaped from the chair, my eyes wide, my heart thumping. "Where?! Where is she?" My voice was hoarse, and Dumbledore's woeful expression brought me back to my seat. "Where is she?" I asked quietly. Ron stiffened in his seat, eyes wide as he stared at Dumbledore. We waited, holding our breaths.

Dumbledore pinched his eyes close, as if in pain. He put a thin finger to his temple, massaging it gently. "They are in the times of Tom Riddle."

My jaw dropped and I gaped at him. "What?!" Ron stared at him, shocked.

"They are in Voldemort's era, Harry. I'm sorry, but there is no way we can bring them back currently. It appears that while the two were tutoring, they came across a... charmed book. I have few memories of them currently... But I do know that they are doing fine."

I continued to gape at them. "How can she be fine!? She's in the times of Voldemort as a teenager! I find that highly dangerous!" My voice was rising, and Dumbledore let out a sigh.

"Harry, Ron. I'm sorry." Dumbledore nodded his head at us, and we took our leave, both of us walking with our shoulders slumped out the door, an awkward silence settling over us.

"Harry?"

My eyes shot over to him. I didn't answer, and Ron continued in a voice lined with weariness. "What if... What if Hermione never comes back?"

I avoided his gaze, but just the question had shaken me hard. What if she didn't come back?

"She will come back Ron... She will..."

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"Harry..."

Harry stared in terror at the tall, cloaked figure, trying to hide from his looming shadow. He made to hide his fear, but the intruder laughed scornfully.

"Harry, give me the book.."

Harry shook his fervently. His irises narrowed in anger and hate at figure. "No," he hissed. Crimson eyes glared, and Harry shuddered at the sight of those glowing eyes.

"Harry... You have no use for it... Look at what the book has done to your life."

"I'll never give it to you! NO!"

"Wake up Harry!"

I was roughly shaken awake by Ron, who stared at me in worry. His hair was disheveled, and as I pulled my sweaty shirt from my body, I noticed Neville, Seamus, and Dean staring at me curiously from their beds.

"W-what happened?" I choked out, and I realized just how fast my heart was beating. I took in a deep breath, and took a cup of water from Neville, nodding graciously. Ron perched on the edge of my bed and began to speak.

"You were tossing in your bed mate, and you yelled something about not giving something.... You can't say it was a dream of that basilisk again." Ron raised a brow at me, and I realized I was caught in a fix. I eyed the others pointedly, and Ron took it as a hint, and we both left the room, earning a glare from Seamus.

"Harry, what happened?"

I took Ron by the shoulders and set him in a chair by the fire. My head was pounding, as was my heart, and I paced before him, not hearing his question as I thought.

Why did he want the book?

I was shaken from my thoughts as Ron leaned forward, peering at me. "Harry, what happened?" He repeated. I stared at him for a second, not moving. I resumed my pacing and started at the top- from that one day in the attic of Number 12. Ron listened silently through my tale, and I prayed he wouldn't blow up at me for not telling him earlier.

"I had a dream with... Voldemort that one day... He wanted the book.. I said no.. And I got that dream again tonight..." I was confused, and as I watched Ron's face, I took he was confused too. I was wrong, it seems.

"Harry, I know already."

"What?!"

Ron pursed his lips, and inhaled deeply. "You're probably not going to believe me, but here I go anyways." I stared at him in wonder.

"While you were... Well, during those times you were reliving those memories.. I..." He faltered, as if he was unsure of how to say it. He leaned back and closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

"My great, great, great grandmother, on my mother's side, she was a seer. Stories of her have been passed down in my family... One of those times you were with the book.. I was at the lake. It was me and Hermione, just the two of us. Hermione was talking to me about the tutoring and stuff... I started shaking, shuddering violently. 'Mione, she didn't know what it was... She said my eyes had turned white... Images flashed through my mind..." He stopped talking, and looked at me. "Images of you... I saw your parents.. Lupin, Sirius.. Some other people.."

I gaped for the millionth time that day. Ron.. had seen all that? Ron continued. "They were just flashes... But I.. I seemed to know what was happening. We went to Dumbledore, Hermione and I... He said that I had inherited the seer abilities from my grandmother."

I stayed quiet... Everything was strange, abnormal. Nothing was right! "That means you can... predict the future?" I asked quietly. Ron nodded gravely.

Distressed screams ensued from the Girls' Dormitory, and I darted towards the staircase, Ron beside me. Parvati Patil, a tall, thin girl with long, dark hair stumbled down the stairs, hastily pulling a robe over her nightclothes, her fingers clutching a piece of parchment. Tears streamed down her face, and behind her followed a distressed Lavender Brown, short and leath with shoulder length brown hair.

Parvati chose to ignore us and instead fell to the floor with heart wrenching sobs. Lavender quickly darted down the stairs and wrapped her arms around her in comfort. She looked over at us and shook her head, silencing our unspoken questions. Parvati cried and cried, her tears soaking through Lavender's robe.

Parvati's crying began to die down, and soon they were small sniffles and gasps. Lavender hushed her. "Cry Parvati.. They took them away and it's okay to cry..." Parvati soon hushed, and Ron and I stood before them, awkward and uncomfortable.

"What happened Parvati?" Parvati shook her head, pulling away from Lavender. She staggered over to an armchair, brought her knees to her chest. She buried her face in her robes, moaning to herself.

Ron turned to Lavender, concerned. "What happened?" He asked quietly. I nodded, and both of us drew nearer to Lavender, who sighed sadly.

"You-know-who. His first move of the war is too attack the pure blooded families that don't support him. Parvati's just happened to be one of the first."

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This story most likely would have died if it hadn't been for Tyrneavin, a.k.a Fox. I came up with the base idea for this story, but she gave me all the ideas to keep it going on. (xP Yeah, I know. But I have to thank j00!) We've both had a breakthrough on this story, and it's been a flurry of IM's of ideas and such. Reviews and such would totally motivate me to continue you this story, but then again, I have no plan of abandoning this babe of mine. We (Tyrneavin and I) have many plans for this story, and the plot is unfolding.. Bwahahahaha!

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