Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Hope you enjoy this chapter. It's rather violent and depressing actually now that I look at it, but you knew it was coming. You knew.

Enjoy if you can, as always, review appreciated.

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            Harry paced up and down the room of requirement, waiting for the last few people to get here. Finally everyone but Luna was there. He didn't want Luna to be there, she tended to be more levelheaded and might discourage the revenge he wanted.

            "Okay, who knows why you're here? Why I called you out from whatever you were in the middle of?"

            There was a general murmur and Harry didn't know whether it was a yes or no.

            "There was an attack," he said loudly. "Students in Death Eater masks, no doubt students who will someday bear the Dark Mark on their forearm, attacked one of our number. There were four of them. I've brought someone here who can give us at least some description of what they looked like."

            Dobby came out from behind Harry's legs. "Hello, misses and sirs. Two of them were about as tall as the top of Harry Potter's ears, but they had very big arms. Another was as tall as Harry Potter's nose but very skinny. I think it was a girl, she shrieked when I chased her away. The other one was as tall as Harry Potter but I couldn't tell anything else, sirs and misses."

            "Thank you, Dobby."

            "Your welcome, Harry Potter sir!" He hugged Harry's knees. "Can Dobby be going back to the kitchens now, Harry Potter sir?"

            "Sure, Dobby. Thanks for your help."

            Dobby disappeared.

            Harry turned back to the fellow members of the D.A. "I want them hunted down, captured, and brought back to me. I think they need to suffer. Anybody inclined to disagree?"

            No one protested.

            "Who was attacked?" asked someone.

            "Luna Lovegood. But it could have been any of us. Any of you. Or even random innocent students. We need to stop this. We have a list of known Death Eaters or children of Death Eaters. It's posted on the wall there where it is every week. Find out who best fits the descriptions Dobby gave us and is on the list. I'm thinking Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and Malfoy. Anybody who doesn't want to hunt them down doesn't have to, but just remember next time it could be you, or your brother, or your sister, or your girlfriend, or your boyfriend, or your best friend. Anybody who wants to fight and do what's right, then let's go. We're splitting up and going to find them."

            Harry broke everyone up into search parties and sent them off to different parts of the castle. He had a feeling the culprits were Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, and Parkinson. They would pay dearly. Especially Malfoy.

            Muriel was sent to search out her common and if they were there to draw them out.

            Harry searched the library and the hunter was caught by Luna.

            "Harry, what's this all about?" she led him to a table and made him sit down.

            "What's what about?"

            "All the members of the D.A. rushing around school. Obviously something is up. What is it?"

            "Nothing," he lied. He couldn't tell her.

            "Harry," she said softly, "you're lying."

            "So?" he squirmed. He really didn't like lying to her.

            She put her head on his shoulder. "Tell me, Harry. Tell me what you're trying to do. I can help." Her voice was still soft.

            Harry knew he couldn't hold out much longer sitting here. If he wanted to prevent himself from spilling the beans about the hunt he organized then he was going to have to leave quickly. "I've got to go, Luna." He didn't get up.

            "Why?" she locked eyes with him.

            "I've got to go look for someone."

            "Who?"

            "I . . . I'm not sure. But I can't stay here!" He stood up and she looked up taking her head off his shoulder just in time.

            "Harry," she took his hand. "Please tell me. I'm just trying to help you."

            "No one can help me now, Luna. I'm sorry."

            "Don't do something stupid, Harry. Please?" She looked up at him with unshed tears in her eyes.

            "I'm sorry, Luna." He left. He'd brought his cloak with him to the D.A. meeting in case he needed a quick getaway from somewhere during the hunt. He put it on when he was just outside the library and stood silently invisible when Luna passed by to look for him.

            Harry was walking down the hall, going the opposite way from where Luna had disappeared.

            After two hours of searching Harry went back to the Room of Requirement to see if anyone else had had any luck.

            Muriel was there and he asked her if she'd been able to find Malfoy. "Nobody I talked to had seen him all day."

            "Maybe they were hiding him. Were you acting suspicious when you asked?"

            "No. I told them that Professor Snape was looking for them." She glared at him with cold eyes. "No one outside of this . . . organization, knows that I associate with you."

            "Good. Let's keep it that way. It'll keep you safer. I'm going back out to see what I can find. Maybe he's in the dungeons with Snape." Harry worked his way down to the dungeons. If Draco knew there was danger in the air, he'd go crawling to Snape.

            "Potter, word is, you're looking for me."

            Harry turned and saw Draco leaning against the doorframe. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy stepped out of the shadows.

            "Yeah. I've got a score to settle with you."

            "What's the matter? You aren't strong enough to protect your idiot girlfriend?"

            "Malfoy, I am going to hurt you so bad, you're going to wish you'd never been born." Harry took out his wand.

            Goyle and Crabbe were advancing and backing him into a corner. Draco just smiled, walking between them. Harry noticed Pansy was limping.

            Draco shook his head, gave a final smirk and said, "Crucio!"

            It didn't last long but the pain made it feel as though every inch of Harry's body were on fire.

            "ARGH!" Harry was on the ground panting. "Pe—" he gasped. "Petrificus totalus!" He pointed his wand at the blonde and only just barely hit him. He could barely see, his glasses had fallen askew.

            Crabbe didn't know the counter-curse to aid Draco, so he did the only thing he knew how to do, he punched Harry in the stomach.

            Goyle kicked Harry in the back.

            Harry gave Goyle a jelly-legs jinx that he'd been aiming at Crabbe. The curse he'd meant to throw at Goyle missed completely.

            Pansy shrieked shrilly, "They're coming!"

            Harry was breathing hard when a pack of students came charging down the hall.

            Goyle and Crabbe had taken off, carrying a very stiff Draco and Pansy had followed behind.

            Harry got to his feet very painfully and leaning on the wall, he barely took time to straighten his glasses as he ran after the four Slytherins. He shouted, "Impediemente!"

            Goyle was slowed down immediately and Crabbe crashed into him, causing them both to drop Malfoy. Pansy kept running.

            Harry started throwing every curse he could think of at Malfoy; beaver teeth, cat ears, jelly-legs, the furnunculus curse, pink hair, and the last (before he was pulled away kicking and screaming) painful boils in places not exposed to the public.

            Harry was breathing heavily and struggling against those holding him. "Let me at him!" he growled. Ron was gripping one arm and Neville the other. "They're getting away!"

            Ron was in command like a military leader almost, "You three!" he shouted at Seamus, Ernie, and Dean, "after them!"

            "With pleasure." They pursued the fleeing Slytherins.

            "Harry, you've got calm down!" Hermione said sternly, appearing in front of him.

            "I wasn't through with them yet!"

            "Actually, Potter, I believe you were through with them," McGonagall said.

            Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and Luna came and stood in front of him.

            "May I speak with him a moment?" asked Luna softly.

            Dumbledore nodded.

            Luna moved closer to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder. She started whispering. "Harry, calm down. Look at me."

            He wouldn't meet her eyes.

            "Harry, I said look at me. Now."

            He shut his eyes.

            She took her free hand and tilted his chin so he would have no choice but to look at her. "Open your eyes, Harry." He reluctantly opened them. "Everything is going to be okay. You'll see. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. Malfoy and those other rats will get what they deserve before the end. You'll see. Just relax. You're breathing awful hard, you don't want to put that much strain on yourself, just relax." Only Harry was able to hear and understand what her murmured words were. "Good. Just calm down. Everything is going to be fine. You know I'm only here to help you. You know that, right?" He nodded. "You know that Ron and Neville are only trying to help you. Don't you know that?" He didn't respond. "I think you do know that. I know your heart was in the right place. If Ron and Neville let go, do you promise not to go anywhere?" Still, only Harry knew what she was saying.

            "Alright. I promise."

            "Good." She let go of him and said in a dazed voice, "Weasley, Longbottom, let go off him, why don't you?"

            They knew Luna better than a lot of people, but not as well as Harry, and slowly released his arms. True to his word, he didn't go anywhere. He just ended up on his knees on the floor.

            "Mister Potter, I think it's best you went directly to your dormitory and not leave until I summon you. Your meal will be brought there. The rest of you had best be going immediately. Severus, please escort Harry, so he doesn't wander off; then meet me in my office. Minerva, get these students off to wherever they are supposed to be, then meet me in my office directly," Dumbledore said, his voice grave.

            Harry felt numb the entire, long walk, back to Gryffindor. Why was Snape escorting him instead of McGonagall? Why did he need an escort? How did everyone find him? Was Draco going to be punished? He'd used an unforgivable curse at Harry, the merited prison in Azkaban. But what was the point of that? The Dementors were gone, weren't they? Besides, wouldn't that just make everything worse if they sent him away? All these thoughts swirled through Harry's brain as he and Professor Snape silently mounted the many stairs that led to Gryffindor Tower.

            They reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and the greasy-haired teacher gave Harry and undecipherable look before departing (after making sure Harry had gone inside). Harry went up to his dormitory and sat on his bed, to wait.

            The Marauders' map was sitting there, for anyone to read. Someone had been through his things. Someone who knew how the map worked.