Author's Note: I'm so sorry that it took so long. It was a combination of things; I have been out of town, and when I got home, all my friends had gotten home as well and now suddenly they wanted to hang out every day. The weather over here has been so great that I don't want to spend the day indoors in front of the computer. Plus, school is coming up and forcing me into some kind of depression phase (hell I don't want to go back to… that place). And I have been suffering a heavy case of writer's block. Yada yada. Don't listen to that bullshit I just wrote, I haven't had the inspiration to write. That's the real reason.

And now I'll stop babbling and write instead.

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Chapter 19 – Knocked Out

Upon hearing Dumbledore's instruction, Snape simply nodded and headed out of the room. Dumbledore turned to me, obviously unsure of what to do with me for the moment – obviously there was something dangerous going on out there, or otherwise he'd just have sent me back to my common room.

"You stay here", he simply said before heading out the same way as Snape had.

I sat uncomfortably on the very edge of the chair, nervously looking around in the room, but not really noticing what I was looking at. Before he left, Dumbledore had appeared to be rather taken aback, and just that gave me a very unpleasant feeling in my stomach. Dumbledore always had control, he was one of the most powerful wizards in the world, and people said that he was the only one Voldmort ever feared.

But you know me, I'm curious, I'm not much for just sitting still and waiting, although I don't enjoy being in the spotlight. The door was standing ajar, and I rose from the chair, walking over there and sticking my head out. It seemed calm, at least there was nothing in sight, and the noises from the Great Hall that I could hear earlier weren't as loud as before. It seemed a little bit like the coast was clear.

I took a few steps out. I'll just go a few metres, I told myself. Just a little bit. I could turn around and head back whenever I wanted to. Oh sure I could.

But do you think I did? Nah. I was heading towards the Great Hall, and it quite surprised me how empty the corridors were. Sure it was half past eight and it was only fifth years and above that was allowed out by now.

I stopped when I had reached the corridor from which you could enter the Great Hall. There were yells and voices from in there, but I couldn't discern what they were saying. Assumingly the yells were hexes and such. However, I did recognize the voices. One belonged to Headmaster Dumbledore, and one to… well, the other Dumbledore, the man I had seen dead.

I walked closer, and found a place where I could stand in the shadows, relatively unseen, but still get a view of what happened in the Great Hall and hear what they were saying as well. And the view shocked me.

Headmaster-Dumbledore was standing rather close to the door, his back towards me, while the younger Dumbledore stood in the middle of the room, lightened up, almost like there was a spotlight on him.

"You are a sick man, Frederic", the older Dumbledore said darkly.

"You think I'm sick? That's great. My own father, thinks I'm sick. And what's even better, is that it's his own fault that I turned out to be the monster I've become."

"You don't know what you're talking abo-"

"I know bloody well what I'm talking about!" his son yelled. "But you on the other hand have no clue what you're talking about! You're just standing there, trying to keep me down, huh? Trying to keep me from getting my revenge, but you know what? You won't succeed." He raised his wand. "It's your own fault, remember that. I will please my master. The Dark Lord will win. Where is the boy?!"

"It's no use, Frederic", Dumbledore said, and I wondered how he could sound so calm. "You'll never find him."

I was so absorbed by their conversation that a voice behind me almost made me scream out loud into empty air, but I'm very thankful I didn't.

"Tamara?"

Instead I spun around, coming face to face with Luna Lovegood.

"Luna!" I hissed. "You scared the shit out of me."

"What's happening?" she whispered, ignoring my last comment.

"I don't know, where are all the students?"

"Common rooms, library", she said.

"So what are you doing wandering the corridors at this time?"

"I'm wandering the corridors", she said.

"But… never mind", I said with a sigh.

We both turned our attention back to what was happening in the Great Hall, but just as we stuck our heads out a crack could be heard behind us, and we instantly pulled our heads back from the doorway to the Great Hall. My heart made its way all the way up into my throat – or that's how it felt like – when I saw three persons dressed in dark caps appear, their wands drawn. Reflexively both Luna and I drew our own wands, pointing them at the three Death Eaters.

"Don't move", one of them said and the blood froze in my veins as I recognized the voice to one of those who had visited Malfoy Manor during the summer two years ago, although I'd never met him in person. "It is a very easy match to kill you – just a little flick with a wand and you are gone."

"Remember the DA", I muttered under my breath to Luna. I tried to sound self-confident and I think I might actually have succeeded, but I certainly did not feel confident at all. My legs were shaking like I don't know what.

'We have to get out of here', suddenly a voice appeared inside my brain and made me startle.

'What the hell?!' I thought, shocked.

'Calm down, it's just me.'

'Luna?! Inside… my… head?! You scared me; how the hell did you do that?'

'I'll tell you later.'

"Okay girls, give up", one of the three men dressed in the black caps said. "We'll let you die a quick and painless death just for being so cooperative."

Oh shit.

'Luna? Can you hear me? Please!?' I concentrated hard.

'Sure I can hear you.'

'Stupefy. On three. Ready? One, two…'

In the same moment as I was about to think 'three', we both shouted 'Stupefy!' and a bolt of red light came out of each of our wands, making its way towards the Death Eaters.

'Run!'

We both turned around and sprinted down the corridor, trying to get away from the Death Eaters. And here I'm not entirely sure what happened, because I didn't bother turning around to look. I think Luna was with me – I'm not sure.

Then something hit me in the back of my head, causing me to lose control of my body. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion. I had no longer control of my body and could do nothing but 'watch' as I fell to the ground, hitting my head hard in the wall.

Then everything became black.


Author's Note: Yeah how's that for a little nice cliffie, huh? Also, I apologize for the chapter being short, but it was a while since I updated and I'm not exactly producing pages with high speed in this story right now. I wanted to get something up, so you wouldn't forget about me ;)

Hey I need your help with one thing; I've got this blackout in my brain. What's the opposite to Occlumency called? You know when you read other people's minds?

However, thanks for still being with me in this story and hope you enjoyed the chapter,

Megafreak