AN: Thanx for the additional reviews from my two consistent readers :) it means a lot. Sorry it took a while to get this chap up, I had some stuff going no in my life that slowed me down for a while, but I'll be writing more often now! Any questions I receive shall be answered so don't be shy to ask! Enjoy chap 4!

-Ally-

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No one knew where he was, but why should they? Nobody cared. He was alone now, with nothing left. His friends didn't care, they would never understand. He didn't need them. They weren't even friends! They were just power hungry. No home to go back to, no family. Well it wasn't much of a family in the first place, but still it was something. His mother had cared.

Draco Malfoy sat on the cold stone of the Astronomy tower balcony overlooking the grounds of Hogwarts. He had so many sad thoughts running through his head. He sat gazing across the grounds. He had never felt so cold, so alone.

I've got nothing left. He thought. So really, what is it worth?

Suddenly his face turned to anger. Bloody bastard Voldemort! It's his fault! He thought angrily.

Draco stood up on the balcony and breathed heavily. "It's all your fault! I have nothing anymore! You took my family away from me! You stole them away! First you turn my father evil! You turn him against me! Then you make him do your bloody bidding and get him locked up in Azkaban! I hate you!" Draco yelled with all the energy he had left in his body. He cursed as loud as he could, wishing that somehow Voldemort could hear him.

"I'm going to kill you a second time for what you've done! You take away my father from me. Then for your own bloody failure you punish him! You take away my mother! I'm going to get you Voldemort! You thought you could control me! You won't! I have nothing to lose anymore! I will make you pay! You think you put fear into all who walk this earth, well, you're wrong! I don't fear you! I'll find you!" Malfoy was now in tears and his throat hurt from yelling. Draco could never remember crying and the tears stung his cheeks! He dropped to his knees and pounded the stone below him until it made his knuckles bleed.

After a few moments of tears and pain shooting through his hands he stood up. In a deadly low voice and eyes that raged with anger and hate he stepped to the end of the balcony and leaned on the upraised edge. "I will find you, whether your in this world or another, I will find you and when I do, you will suffer more than I have, more than anyone else in this world has suffered. You will feel all their pain!" Draco yelled across the grounds.

He looked out over the grounds. Stars were shining all across the sky, but one boy could never be happy even on a perfectly clear night like this. He wiped the tears that had welled up again in his eyes.

Draco recalled the startling even of that day in the library. He had only bumped into that girl, Granger, and she had looked at him, but it was a look of horror and fear. He saw he eyes, they held so much fear, and the expression on her face, and he had frightened her simply by bumping into her. All those faces, they looked at me like I'm a monster. What have I done? I've made myself a monster. They all fear me. They all hate me. Draco thought, angry with himself. I'm just like him…just like Voldemort. "I'm just like my father." He spat angrily. "I'll never be you, do you hear me father! Do you hear me Voldemort!"

Draco hated his father. He had forced Draco to be an awful person, to be strong and evil. He was made to hate all who were lower than what their family thought to be proper. His father had controlled him his whole life, drove away his early childhood friends. His father had stopped loving his mother and stopped loving him. My mother was all I had. Draco thought and once again stinging tears overflowed from his eyes. "I miss you mom." Draco said looking up into the clear sky. "I promise I'll make him pay for what he did. That's all I have left now."

He stepped up on the upraised edge and swung his legs over the side as he sat there quietly. He looked at his dangling feet. Maybe there is a way for me to find him. He thought. He rested his head in his hands with his arms propped up. He cried all his tears that night.

Hermione had left the boys and returned to her room to get ready for bed. She was already excited for her first day of classes. Before crawling into bed she looked out her window. It was such a beautiful night, perfectly clear. She gazed out her window a little longer, then changed into her nightwear and slipped under her covers.

Try as she might, she couldn't sleep. Her mind kept unsettling her with thoughts of what had happened at the library. She had never been so frightened in her life, well maybe that was an exaggeration, but she was afraid Malfoy was going to hurt her for sure.

Hermione tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. He didn't even call me a mudblood. He just stood there, staring then he left. Hermione thought. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Suddenly her eyes shot open. She pictured what had happened in her mind. Was that fear in his eyes? She thought to herself, confused. She remembered his face very clearly. First he looked like he was going to hit or curse her, but then he suddenly changed. His eyes had changed. His face had changed. He looked horrified and shocked. He looked at me in fear. Hermione remembered how is eyes were first a cold grey, and then they had changed to a light blue.

She rolled over once more and was finally peaceful. Something's wrong with that boy. There's something different. She thought before she drifted off to sleep.

If Hermione had been awake any longer, she might have heard a sad distant voice, singing in the night.

The next day Harry awoke to very bright light shining in his eyes. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and squinted at first, adjusting to the bright light. The sun was out and it was a very clear day, hardly any clouds.

"Ron." Harry called over to his friend who was still in bed, snoring very loudly.

Ron rolled over onto his side facing the wall and groaned.

Harry grinned and quietly walked up to Ron's bedside. He lowered his head so his mouth was right by Ron's ear. "RON!" he yelled.

Ron's eyes snapped open and he sprang from his bed. "What? What? Are the floodwaters rising mom? Should I start sand bagging?" Ron cried out and his spun, looking all around the room.

Harry just fell to the floor clutching his stomach; he was laughing so hard it hurt.

Upon realizing where he was and what had happened, Ron tackled Harry and started beating on his back, not hard, just in a goofy way.

The two boys tussled for a while, smacking each other with their pillows. Then finally, when their beds were completely twisted and tossed all around the room, they dressed quickly and headed down for breakfast. Harry bugged Ron about his interesting awakening the whole way.

They reached the Great Hall and Harry was still snickering when they found Hermione and sat down with her. She looked a little different, her hair was pulled back and again she wore just a touch of makeup.

"Morning Mione." Ron and Harry chorused.

"Morning boys. Funny, you both look like you woke up after a fight with your bed sheets." She commented as she noticed their tousled hair and somewhat untidy robes.

This made both of them burst out laughing.

Hermione just said there with a quizzical look on her face. She grinned at the two crazy boys after a moment. "What's so funny?" She asked giggling at the sight.

Harry straightened up, trying to suppress his laughter. "There weren't any fights with the bed sheets…but the flood waters were rising!" He laughed even harder.

Ron laughed as well, but punched Harry in the shoulder. A lot of people were giving the two boys funny looks.

Hermione rolled her eyes, smiling, and went back to looking over their timetables.

One the boys had settled down they joined her in looking at the schedule. They had Divination first class. Reading this, Ron and Harry groaned. Hermione chuckled; she had stopped taking the class in her third year. She, instead, was taking Ancient Runes, first class. Second class was Care of Magical creatures with Hagrid. Third was Defence Against the Dark Arts. That particular class was always interesting since they got a new teacher every year for one reason or another. Last year, their teacher, Professor Reena, had left on maternity leave. This left them unknowing of who they're teacher would be.

They skimmed over the rest of the classes while they ate breakfast.

Hermione looked up from an orange she was eating. "Harry, do you think if we talked to Dumbledore, we could have an extra class arranged with the Defence against the Dark Arts professor and possibly learn some advanced spells?" She suggested.

"I'm not sure, hopefully the teacher knows what they're doing this year." Harry replied, remembering how so many of the teachers were not very capable of handling the class or teaching so the students would actually succeed with the spells. He missed one of his old professors, Professor Lupin. He had been an excellent teacher and brilliant in the area. He just hoped their teacher could be at least close to how brilliant Lupin had been.

The three chatted over breakfast then finally it was time to go to their first classes. Excitement spread throughout the school as the new year began.

The next couple days passed quickly. All of their classes got more interesting with everyday. The teachers were wonderful, even their new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Antrewen. He was a tall thin man with very dark hair, which hung loosely, to fall over his face. He had to give his head a quick toss every so often to move the hair from his face. He had very dark blue eyes, which seemed to hold something within them.

Harry seemed to think the man was very serious about his work and that this new professor was set on achieving high results from all the students. He was strict, but quite fair about homework.

They got through their first couple days easily and soon time seemed to be flying by. Hogwarts was always full of laughter and cheer. It seemed that everyone was feeling a big relief since the Dark Lord had been vanquished.

Harry and his friends had been so busy with their studies; the thrill of a new year and the joy of being with each other that the horrible feelings of the curse was set-aside for a while.

Naquila hadn't been to see Harry for two weeks now, he still remembered her and the curse but most of the time he was so occupied with other events that it was almost as if it was forgotten.

The three friends were in the Great Hall one morning, eating breakfast when Hermione brought the topic into conversation.

"Harry, have you asked Dumbledore about extra classes." Hermione asked curiously.

"I'll talk to Dumbledore this morning." Harry said as he finished a bowl of oatmeal.

The three chatted some more about their up coming classes. Lately they had been doing some extra research after classes on some advanced spells and were eager to finish their classes so they could practice. Hermione had been trying to find any information on the ancient power the four founders had once had control over. So far she found nothing on the power. There were many biographies on the four great wizards, but nothing spoke of their ancient power.

They finished breakfast, then Harry gathered his things and left to have a quick talk with Dumbledore.

He reached the Headmasters office, only to find that Dumbledore was waiting right in front of the statue. Dumbledore always knew exactly what was going on in the school.

"Ah Harry, good morning." The headmaster greeted cheerfully.

"Good morning, Sir." Harry returned the greeting with a small smile.

"Do you have news for me, Harry." Dumbledore asked and motioned to the stairs leading to his office.

"Yes, actually." Harry replied. "I'm sorry, Sir, I should have mentioned this earlier, but I have a friend who knows a little more about the curse and how to stop it." Harry explained as they walked into Dumbledore's office.

"Please have a seat." Dumbledore waved his hand and a chair moved behind where Harry stood. Then the Headmaster took a seat behind his desk.

"Thank you. My friend is a Kirnsa." Harry began.

"Ah, a Kirnsa, very intelligent creatures, elegant and logical. Please continue." Dumbledore persuaded, obviously intrigued with what Harry had already told him. There was a small twinkle in the old man's eye.

"Well, Sir, her name is Naquila and she came to see me a while back to tell me more about the curse. She thinks she has a way that we can stop it." Harry spoke calmly.

"Oh, and what is her plan exactly." The Headmaster asked curiously as he lowered his eyes to look over the tops of his glasses.

"She said that there is an ancient power, the most powerful magic known to all wizards. Perhaps you know of it?" Harry asked hopefully.

"I do indeed know of this power. Now, you're friend told you this was the only way she knew that could stop this curse." Dumbledore asked in a low tone. His gaze never left Harry's.

"Yes, Sir." Harry answered, unsure of Dumbledore's expression.

"I had hoped it wouldn't come to that." Dumbledore sighed wearily. He lifted his hands to his head and shut his eyes, as if he was forcing himself to think.

Harry remained quiet, but something in Dumbledore's face told him that he wasn't going to like what was coming next.

"I too, thought of this power as a solution." Dumbledore spoke. "I see no other way, but it's unfortunate…" He trailed off.

"Sir?" Harry asked, confused.

"Harry no wizard after the four founders has able to control the ancient power. It was too strong for them. Many have perished in the attempt to control and use it." Dumbledore explained quietly. His eyes which one sparkled now had a cloudy look to them. "My first instinct would be to tell you not to go, that there is another way, but…" He paused momentarily. "We do not have another solution, and I've kept certain things from the knowledge of you as well as all the students at Hogwarts over the past while." Dumbledore's voice was a very different tone, he sounded sad, on the verge of tears.

Going to one of his cabinets, he opened a drawer and pulled out a newspaper. It was not a wizard's newspaper though. It was a muggle newspaper. Dumbledore handed it to Harry.

Harry's expression changed from a look of confusion to Horror. He read the headlines and his eyes widened in shock. 'Hundreds Hospitalized', 'Hospitals full, where to go?', 'Unknown illness strikes world'. Harry's eyes scanned the front page, he flipped through the paper, and all the sections were filled with headlines and stories of the affects of the curse. Harry slowly looked up into Dumbledore's troubled eyes.

"Harry, it has already begun. Voldemort's curse is affecting the muggles first. We must act soon. I wish it weren't so, but the fate of the world, now rests with 'The boy who lived'." Dumbledore spoke quietly, but there was a confidence in his voice that told Harry, the Headmaster had hope in him.

Harry couldn't speak; he looked down again to the horror overtaking the world.

"Harry, my feelings and my instincts say, that you, 'The boy who lived' the only one to ever live through an attack of the Dark Lord, the one who was able to destroy him once and for all, you will save us all." Dumbledore's voice rose with each word.

Harry stood for a moment, taking everything in. This was all so fast. He had to move faster. The curse was already hurting people, weakening them, evening killing them. Harry had sworn that night, that Voldemort would never harm another soul. His jaw clenched tightly as he held the paper in his hands, he would let none die. His eyes hardened and when he spoke, his voice shook slightly. "Professor, Sir, I must ask for extra assistance in learning advanced magic and I must ask," Harry paused briefly. "For permission to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible."

Dumbledore thought a moment. "Of course, Harry." He spoke. "We must stop this, before any more innocent lives are hurt, or worse." Dumbledore said in a hushed whisper. "I will make sure you have the skills you need to control this power." He added. "It is our last hope, Harry."