The weeks that followed her return seemed too long to Cordelia. Alice and Molly were very glad to see her once again, but the happiness was like a stale scent in the air. The two didn't bring up much to talk about over meals, and it all made her feel even worse. How was Harry? Did any one know they were in love? Would Voldemort find out? Would it even last now she'd experience so much?"

"So, er, what about that Potion's essay? Seems hard enough, eh?" Alice began on the fourth of March.

They were seated at the breakfast table weeks after the incident. Cordelia's temper with them had gone on long enough. She thrust her fist against the table and cursed.

"You can't go on acting like nothing happened!" She said angrily.

Most people in the hall had turned their heads in shock and confusion. Even some teachers were muttering hurriedly to each other, all looking to Dumbledore. Professor McGonagell was strutting down the tables, her lips thinning.

"Miss Granger, I'd like you to come with me!" She whispered dismissively.

Cordelia tore from her chair in anguish frustration and followed Professor McGonagell. She led Cordelia out of the Great Hall and toward an empty classroom.

"Not to your office, Professor?" Cordelia asked, becoming nervous.

"Maybe no one told you, Miss Granger, but Miss Longbottom, Miss Weasley, and a select few others are the only ones who knew of the events. I expected Mr. Weasley to tell you…" McGonagell said, hesitating.

Cordelia's shoulders slumped in shame. Of course Dumbledore would never let the school learn of her days spent in the clutches of Voldemort.

"I'll keep my temper next time," Cordelia murmured.

That was the end of the conversation. Since it was a Saturday, Cordelia was allowed free time on the grounds. She was trying to think of what Hermione would say. Her sister was with her father at the moment, reclaiming her position as head of her office.

"Cordelia, you have a letter."

Cordelia turned from the window. She was in the Common Room and found Alice staring at her. She was holding Athena.

"Thanks… Er, Alice, I'm sorry I blew up at the table… I just have so much going on at the moment…" She mumbled.

Alice shrugged and headed up the Girl's Dormitory stairs.

"It's from Harry…" she called back.

This made Cordelia ripped away the seal and scan the letter.

'Dearest Cordelia,

I am traveling near that dreaded place of which you know of. The Order wishes me to attempt an attack on the dominion to rescue a rare artifact. I will be back in a few weeks to visit Hogsmeade. We will see each other soon. Don't try to send an owl back. We may bring attention to ourselves if it is seen.

Love,

Harry'

It didn't satisfy Cordelia one bit. In fact, it made her feel worse. Harry was in enemy territory? Was he out of his mind? For the past two years, attacks seemed to be centered at him. It seemed Voldemort was tired, after seven years, of failed attempts of killing his arch rival. Only Cordelia knew why Voldemort's attempt became so numerous. His heart had shone itself in over 50 years to Cordelia. It made her shiver.

Suddenly an idea sprung to her mind. Dumbledore would surely let her help Harry if she was destined to kill Voldemort.

"Fizzing Whizzbee!" She roared at the gargoyle guarding the Headmaster's office.

She sped up the stairs and burst through Dumbledore's door.

"Professor!"

"Miss Granger, what a pleasant surprise."

Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, beside a young man. It was Luscious Malfoy, with his familiar eyes glittering maliciously. She put on a sneer as he past her.

"I'll be expecting your owl, Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore called after him.

His blue eyes no longer held the same twinkle she had once seen. It was a little frightening to talk to him when she dreamed so much of his fiery temper.

"Professor, I demand you let me go to Harry Potter and help him."

Cordelia felt a little shocked after the words poured from her mouth. Dumbledore stood and walked to his blazing phoenix. Fawkes looked extremely well on this visit to his office.

"You always were determined like Hermione, Miss Granger. I can't allow you to go for obvious reasons."

"And they are?" Cordelia asked, heat rising in her cheeks.

"The school year is still in session and your safety matters more than an attempt to storm Voldemort's defenses!"

"I won't be silenced like you did to Harry!"

Cordelia was standing, her hair flying over her face. Dumbledore sat back down in his chair and stared, without blinking, into her eyes.

"You are not like Harry, Cordelia. You are still young and have so many more limits than him. You will stay in school until the end of the year."

"Never!"

Dumbledore took out his wand and pointed it to the door. It flew open and Cordelia knew she'd gone too far.

"Good day, Miss Granger."