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Both Lizzie and Harry were startled by Snape's sudden appearance. He was standing in the doorway in the same snarling frown that he always had in his potions class. His black greasy hair fell across his face in the same manner that it always had. But in the blink of an eye, the angered expression on his face changed, it was somewhat sympathetic; his eyes were no longer emotionless but had a saddened look, as if he were about to cry. Lizzie looked back at Harry, whose eyes were very much the same but were confused also.

"What's happened?" Lizzie wondered, who was now overcome by the rise of emotions in the room, her eyes began to water, "It's something bad isn't it?"

Snape sighed and began to speak, "Please, could you two follow me." Snape turned and walked out, his head hung low. Harry followed almost immediately, and Lizzie next.

Snape kept his head low throughout the walk, and Lizzie kept silent. Eventually, after a while, they came to a familiar spot in the castle. A six-foot gothic gargoyle stood before them.

"Tom Thumb." Snape said purposefully.

The gargoyle sprang to life and magically stone steps appeared from behind. Snape took in a breath and begin to ascend up the stairs. Lizzie took hold of Harry's hand and they walked together. As the reached the top and the gargoyle closed behind them, Snape knocked on the ancient wooden door and opened it. They walked in and Lizzie squeezed Harry hand, knowing that some awful fate was coming their way.

Dumbledore's office was magnificent, like always. The pictures of the old Headmasters of Hogwarts were standing all around, whispering as Harry and Lizzie walked in. Fawkes was standing proudly on his stand and Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk although his face didn't match the mood of his office. His face was sullen and looked almost in grieving, his pensieve in his hands. Lizzie had never seen the Headmaster like this, he was always all knowing and wise but now it seemed he was lost in his own train of thought. Snape broke the silence by clearing his throat.

"Headmaster, I have brought Miss Heart and Mr Potter as you asked."

Dumbledore looked up from his pensieve and looked over his half-moon spectacles at Harry and Lizzie. He smiled briefly.

"Thank-you Severus, you may now go, for I have to talk to Harry and Lizzie alone."

Snape nodded and left swiftly. Dumbledore got up from his chair and walked around his desk. He whipped out his wand and muttered something under his breath. Three comfy armchairs appeared by the fireplace. Much like the ones in the Gryffindor common room.

"Please, sit down." Dumbledore said, tonelessly. And not looking at either student who were there. Harry and Lizzie did as Dumbledore asked and sat down, not letting go of each other's hand. Dumbledore noticed that they were holding hands and merely nodded. He sat down in the last vacant armchair and sighed, much like Snape did before he brought them here. He looked them both in the eye. "Today is has not been a good day. For today was the day when the Death Eaters made their first attack of the war that has now begun." Lizzie shuddered.

"What?" Harry said, with doubt in his voice.

"Yes, Harry, the war has begun. But I am afraid that isn't all the news that I have to say. The attack was in Ottery St. Catchpole."

"That's where the Weasley's live!" Harry exclaimed, jumping off his chair.

"Please, Harry, sit down. You need to hear this." Dumbledore said, pulling Harry back down into his seat.

"Was anyone hurt?" Lizzie asked as Harry took his place again. Alex was all Lizzie was thinking about, although she had only seen her just under an hour ago, she couldn't stop worrying.

"Yes, people were hurt. One died." Dumbledore said sadly, he turned and looked at Harry, "Mundungus Fletcher was murdered by the Death Eaters." Dumbledore shook his head. "Remus was also hurt, badly."

Harry was overcome by a rush of emotion, "No!" He can't be!" Tears were streaming down his face once again. Lizzie took his hand and squeezed hard.

"Who else was hurt?" Lizzie asked through her watering eyes. Dumbledore shook his head; it looked as if though he wasn't going to answer. Lizzie got angry. "Who else was hurt?" She repeated demandingly, still holding Harry's hand that was squeezing hers.

"I'm afraid that your sister was hurt too, Lizzie." Dumbledore sullenly said. Lizzie didn't want to believe him, her sister can't be hurt, couldn't be hurt, not by Death Eaters. She was trying hard not to believe Dumbledore. But then, if you can't believe Dumbledore, whom can you believe?

"They are both in St. Mungos, being treated by the best Healers. You can both go now, I shall tell Miss Granger and Mr Weasley about your whereabouts tomorrow. Use my fireplace, Tonks and Arthur Weasley are already there." Dumbledore said calmly, trying to fight back the tears. He pointed to a small pot on the mantelpiece and Harry took a bit of Floo powder out of the pot and chucked it into the fire. The flames turned emerald in colour.

"St. Mungo's!" Harry shouted dimly. He was gone.

Lizzie was about to repeat Harry's actions when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Take him," Dumbledore said pointing to Fawkes who was currently perched on his shoulder. Fawkes took the short flight onto Lizzie's shoulder. "He'll be able to help."

Lizzie nodded and took a pinch of Floo powder out of the small pot. Threw it into the flames, which, like before, turned emerald. "St. Mungo's" she shouted. She and Fawkes disappeared