A/N- I am so so sorry that's it's taken me this long to update. With school and everything, I had to put this story on hold temporarily. But now I am done with school for the summer and I have tons of free time to write. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. This is my first real two-parter. Instead of having a huge very long chapter, I decided to break it up into two parts. I don't want to give anything away, So I am not going to say another word. I will try to get the next part out as soon as possible, so you won't be left with all these questions, which I am all sure you will have after you read this. Okay so onto the chapter. This chapter was extremely difficult to write. But I am very happy with how it turned out. Okay.. So read to find out what happens next. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Darn, I wish I was J.K. Rowling.

Next Update: Expect Chapter 21, (part 2), The Leaving Song, to be up very soon.

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Ch. 20- The Hero Dies in this One------(Part One)

Harry didn't know what to think or what to feel. He didn't have any answers. How could he possibly? Every time he thought he was getting closer to something, it turned out to be nothing. He definitely didn't know what to do or how to do it anymore. But the one thing he did know without a doubt was that he had to do something. Anything. Something. He just couldn't stand still any longer until he had some answers in his grasp; until he could look at the person in the face, responsible for hurting everyone and everything he cared about. He to find out some answers for who's been plaguing this school, and causing all this sheer destruction all around them. But that was easier than it sounds. It was beginning to sound utterly impossible. The more that kept happening, the more he was in the dark, and the more he got to realize that maybe he couldn't stop what was going on this time. Maybe he really couldn't solve this. Couldn't fight this. Couldn't end this. That was the part that scared him the most.

Harry shook his thoughts out of his head for a moment, and focused on the dark corridor that seemed to stretch out for ages in front of him. As much as he was grateful for the extra invisibility cloak, (who he still hadn't the faintest idea who gave it to him) he was beginning to think he and Ginny should of gone under one. It was a strange feeling, because he had no idea where she was. Also he admitted, if they were under one invisibility cloak, he would be closer to her. But that was something he couldn't think about right now, especially since Ginny said she wasn't ready. Just then, he wanted to make sure she was beside him, so he did the only thing he could do.

"Ginny," Harry whispered as low as he could. But he didn't hear a sound for a few seconds. Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he thought he lost her. Just then he felt her hand touch his. Well almost. The only thing blocking him from the touch of her hand was the fabric of the cloak. At least he knew she was beside him. Harry then looked ahead of him, and realized they had almost reached Harmone's room. They had known where it was, because they knew her room was close by Snape's office, and they also had the Marauder's Mapwith them just in case. They had finally reached her door, and they both took off their invisibility cloaks. Harry looked at Ginny, and took a breath before he opened the doorknob. Just as he suspected; it was locked.

Ginny took out her wand. "Alohomora", she said under her breath. She reached for the doorknob and turned it slowly. The door creaked as it opened. The air was stale, and it was rather hot. Probably from being closed up for so long. Harry felt a chill go though his spine as he peered around the Harmone room. It felt weird to be in her room, when she hadn't been in here for months. It was rather haunting, and Harry knew Ginny was thinking the same thing when they exchanged glances. Harry then realized that they were wasting precious minutes. He had no idea if they would find anything, but they had to make this quick. Try to find anything, and get back to the common room as quick as possible. If they were caught, then well, it's best not to think about that possibility, Harry thought.

He turned to Ginny. "Er-----Let's look around, and see what we can find as fast as we can. I don't know if when we will get another chance to come back", he told her directly looking right in her eyes.

"Let's get started", Ginny uttered. Before she started to look around, she grabbed Harry's arm. "We have to find something Harry. This can't go on. We need answers, and I'm not leaving until I find some", Ginny admitted, such intensity to her voice.

Harry gazed down at his arm, which Ginny was holding on to , and then he just locked eyes with her. Just with the simple look he gave her, he knew that was enough to let her know he felt the same way.

Harry placed his invisibility cloak on the side, as he closed the door quietly as possible to Harmone's room. Ginny was on the other side of the room already searching. Harry smiled to himself for a minute. If he never realized how incredible Ginny was by now, he would of been a utter imbecile. He didn't know what he would do without her, and whether they were together or not, it didn't matter right now. Just her being her with him, was enough. Harry couldn't let these thoughts out of his head as he started looking around Harmone's room. He looked over at the first thing he saw, which was a bookshelf, and started to look through it. With every thing he looked through, he felt distracted. He couldn't escape his thoughts. When he thought about when Ginny was affected earlier in the school year by the Over-truth Potion, he felt his heart swell up with pain. Seeing her with Malfoy was something he would never forget, but at the same time, in the strangest way, it had brought them closer together. Same for Ron and Hermione, Harry thought. Who knows when Ron would have admitted their feelings for each other, if---------No , Harry thought. It may of brought all of them closer together, but the Over-truth Potion brought nothing but pain and destruction. And who ever was affecting people, was only doing it as in some sort of sick scheme to distract the whole school, for some bigger game plan to come to light. If Harry was sure of anything after everything that had happened, he was sure of that. People weren't getting physically injured before that. It was just only chaos around the school, under the disguise of students behaving badly. And with all the distraction that M.A.V.E .brought to the school, no one ever saw the murder of Benjamin coming, which was still something Harry hadn't come to terms yet, like a lot of other things. And they still hadn't had the heart to break the news to Hermione yet either, which was something they were going to have to do soon. But Harry didn't see the rush. They had told her that Ben went home for the Christmas holiday. Why bring Hermione more pain then she had already been through the whole year? No, Harry knew that they had to tell Hermione, but it was the simple fact that Harry didn't want to admit to himself that he was dead. In a way, Harry had blamed himself. He did. He felt tears brimming in his eyes, and had to fight from them rolling down his face. He had felt powerless all of a sudden. Who were they fooling? This was pointless. Harry thought, as he threw down some books and papers he was going through on the bookshelf. Did he really think they were going to find any answer here? Every time they try to find out something, it only lead them into the dark. Harry didn't like the feeling that was looming before him; surrendering. What was he fighting for? To be free? Yes. His entire life he was fighting for that. Especially the last five years at Hogwarts. Ever year another battle. Voldermort finding some way to get to him and the people he cared about. This was just another one of those times, Harry thought. But this time, he didn't know what was going to happen. He didn't know if he could stop it. The problem was he didn't know if he had what it took anymore to fight. Or the desire even left in him. He felt his strength, and drive escaping his body at a rapid pace.

He walked around the room, and found himself looking at Harmone's bed side table. On there was a muggle alarm clock, a hair brush, and a muggle photo in a frame of Harmone with what must be her father. Harry picked up the frame and seen her smiling back at him in the picture. Her long curly blonde hair looked the same. It looked very recent. Harmone and her father looked very close and happy together. Harry flipped the frame over, and noticed there was something sticking out of it. He took the frame apart and a very old picture flew out. He picked it up off the ground and peered at it. It was Harmone, with her father. But there was a blonde woman holding a baby standing, next to them, Harry noticed, confused. Why weren't they in the other picture with her and her father? He looked at the bottom and it was dated back ten years ago. Harmone must have been a young teenager, but she didn't seem as happy as she did in the first picture. Her blonde hair was cut to her shoulders and she had a blank look on her face. Harry recognized something. The ruby gem necklace sparkled around her neck. Her revealer, Harry realized. She's had it for a long time. His eyes remained on Harmone and her family for a moment. Could she really be apart of this? Harry asked himself. She didn't look like she could be at all. But, after all, appearances are deceiving. That's one thing he learned and what remained to be true all these years. Harry laid down at the picture on the bed, and opened one of the drawers to her night table. He quickly sifted through it. It was no use. Just a bunch of personal stuff that wasn't important. Nothing that would help them.

Harry noticed how still and quiet the air was. Ginny gasped. Harry immediately turned around. "Er---------What's wrong?" Harry whispered, startled, as he ran by Ginny, who was holding some kind of thin black leather faced book in her hands.

"You know what this is, don't you?" Ginny questioned, a smile arising on her face.

Harry shook his head. Should he?

"Harry, this is some of sort of journal that Harmone kept. Don't you know what that means? I don't know what it really says yet, but I definitely think we could find something out in here."

That was bloody great, Harry thought. But wait--------"Where did you find it?" Harry asked suspiciously. He doubted that Harmone what just keep a journal of her secret thoughts out in the open.

Ginny walked over to where she had been searching, and she kneeled to the ground. She picked up a loose floorboard, and there was a small opening in the floor. She looked up at Harry, eyebrow raised.

"Er-------anything else in there?" Harry asked.

Ginny shook her head. "Unfortunately for us, no", she said as she put the loose floorboard back in place. She walked over by Harry, and handed him in the journal, so he could get a better look.

"But at least we found something right?" Ginny said trying to sound hopeful.

Harry flipped through the book, and as excited he was that they had found something, that doubtful feeling was still in the back of his throat.

"What is it?"

"Oh, er- It's just that------I dunno, Ginny. How could we really trust this? I mean, even when I think about the reveler. I thought I knew what really happened. I was sure. But I can't even trust those memories. Dumbledore told me that". Then another thought occurred to Harry that hadn't before. "----Maybe someone could of manipulated those memories, just to get me to think something happened that really didn't. Was it just a coincidence that I was the one who found it? Just like they could with this journal, only to make us more confused, about whose really involved. "

Ginny didn't speak a word. A sour look loomed on her face. Silence abided between the two of them.

Harry couldn't bear to see her so sad. "But Ginny. We don't know anything for sure. Maybe those were really her memories. Maybe these really are Harmone thoughts. I mean they were hidden under the floorboard."

Harry and Ginny had decided to read one of the entries, and just take it from there. They were sitting down on Harmone's bed. Their legs were touching. The journal was propped up between them on their laps. Ginny started to read.

"August 1st -

I don't know why I am writing this. Don't ask me why. Okay. I lied. I do know why. I guess it's rather silly for a twenty-four year old to be keeping a diary. No, not a diary. A journal. That's what I keep telling myself. I think it's because I need someone to share my thoughts with. Not that you can actually answer back, or give me daily advice or something like that. Let's get straight to the point though. Next month is going to be a change for me. I mean, I am talking big life change, and I don't know, I think it's going to be a tough adjustment. I don't know how I am going to do it. I mean I've lived as a muggle in California almost my whole life, and now to live and teach in a solely magical world at Hogwarts. Wow, right? I don't get scared easily. No, I don't admit to being scared easily. Most people don't know that about me. When people think of me, they think of the fearless, not afraid to speak her mind Sharon. So, yes, I am scared. I admit for the first time in my twenty four years. It's scary and intimidating, and what if I can't do it? What If I don't have what it takes? Some people think I am more than right for the job, but what if I fail? Okay, If I had the answers to these questions, then I wouldn't be writing this now would I? But I better stop now, before I fall asleep. It's been a really long day.

Harry and Ginny looked at each other as she finished reading the entry. They hadn't really found out anything that could help them, but they had found out more about Harmone as a person. Who would have ever thought she was scared about coming to Hogwarts? She seemed so sure of herself. So confident. From this entry, she seemed to be who she says she was; just a woman coming to teach at Hogwarts from America. But they needed more. They skipped a couple pages and Ginny started to read.

September 12h-

What are your feelings about secrets? Keeping them, exposing them, or more importantly living with a deep dark secret that you had to hide from someone you love and basically the whole world? Would you be able to do it? I don't like secrets, or conspiracies, but I fear that's what my life may have become. I hate secrets. I do. But I now I have one, and I have to learn to live with it, unless I want to do something about it. I don't have any answers. I feel utterly lost. Help me.

Harry felt his eyes widen. Harry saw Ginny's as well, out of the corner of his eye. This was definitely something they were looking for all along. From this entry, it sounded like she was apart of this whole thing. And that was the last thing Harry wanted. But this wasn't simple clear cut answer they were hoping to find. Harry wasn't naive. Neither was Ginny. Especially after what the both of them have been though. First off, Harmone never admitted to anything. She talked about secrets, but nothing specific. She could have been talking about anything. And then the question arose, did she really write this? Or was this just another thing to throw them off? But it didn't make sense. Why would one of the entries make her look innocent, and another one make her look guilty? If someone tried to plant this, they would try to make her look one way, Harry thought. If anything, now he was more confused than he was before.

"What are you thinking, Harry?" Ginny mumbled.

Harry put his hands over his face for a moment. That was the thing. He didn't know what to think anymore. He didn't know what to do. And he sure didn't know what this meant.

Ginny touched his shoulder. "Harry, you okay?"

Harry looked up, and gulped. "Er- I'm fine, Ginny. I just----"

"You just are as lost as you were before we found this? I know. I was really hoping we would find something. Something that could actually prove someone's involvement in this whole mess", Ginny blurted, an exhausted look all over her face.

Harry was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say.

Then Ginny looked at him dead in the eyes. "But we can't give up Harry.

As hard as it may be. We have to keep searching. We'll find something eventually. We have to."

As strong as Harry's desire to give up was, something in Ginny made him fight it. She was right. They were so close to finding something. If they kept looking, they would find something. They wouldn't stop until they found something. He tried to block out the fact that him and Ginny were inches apart. It was killing him. It was. Wait, what was happening? Her face seemed to be moving closer to his. Harry closed his eyes, and felt the excitement building in him. He had been waiting for this moment forever.

'Harry, what's this?" He heard Ginny say.

What? Harry thought, more bewildered then ever. He opened his eyes, and Ginny was leaning over him. Then she sat back and was holding a picture in her hands. The picture he had found of Harmone and her family.

"Oh, er----- I found that picture. Er- It was hidden in the frame", Harry mumbled out, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Ginny was peering at it for a moment, as she handed it to Harry.

BANG.

"What's that?" Ginny shouted, alarmed.

Harry didn't care. They weren't taking any chances. They had to get out of here, and as quick as possible.

They both stood up as Harry faced Ginny. "We have to get out of here Ginny. We have the journal. It will have to be enough for now."

Ginny shook her head. "Let's go".

Harry pocketed the picture of Harmone, and ran over to get his invisibility cloak. He ran back over by Ginny as fast as he could, as a big thud echoed on the ground, as the book dropped out of Ginny's hands. Two parchments flew out of the book. Harry grabbed the journal and one parchment as Ginny grabbed the other one. They both looked at the parchments. Harry glanced at it, and there was some kind of writing, but it was in another language that Harry did not recognize. Ginny held hers up to, and hers seemed to connect with his; like they were torn apart in half. Before they had time to digest this information, the doorknob starting to turn and the door flew open. Harry didn't see anything in the doorway, but it didn't matter. They weren't going to stick around to see who was looming. Ginny looked terrified, and Harry could feel his hard beating rapidly. They both threw on their invisibility cloaks and ran for the door.

Beads of Sweat poured down Harry's neck, as he ran as hard as he could through the dark corridors. He had the journal and the parchment tucked in his arms tightly. He heard Ginny's footsteps pounding the pavement lightly behind him. They had almost reached the common room safely. If they were to be caught, Harry didn't want to think of the trouble they would get in for what they just did. They could not afford to get this journal or these parchments taken away, before they had a chance to really look at them. A few minutes later Harry entered the common room. He stopped in his tracks to catch his breath. He threw the invisibility cloak off of him. Ginny must of been a minute or two behind him because she hadn't arrived yet. Harry looked in front of him, and he couldn't help but be in disbelief. Ron and Hermione were in the same position as when he and Ginny snuck out. They were on the couch snogging. They were making up for lost time, Harry told himself. He walked closer to them, and they didn't even notice. At first. Hermione broke out of Ron's grasp, a shade of red covering her whole face. Ron put his hands over his head.

"Sorry, Harry. We didn't see you there", Hermione babbled, as she sat upright on the couch, and fixed her hair in place.

Ron didn't' say anything, but Harry knew what Ron was thinking, since his face was turning multiple shades of red.

Harry placed the journal and the parchment down on the table in front of them.

"What is this Harry?" Hermione asked curiously, looking through it.

Harry was still trying to catch his breath. "Harmone's journal and some parchment that was inside of it , that's in some language I've never seen. Ginny has the other half."

Ron and Hermione looked up at him with very bewildered looks on their faces.

"Where in the bloody hell did you find this?" Ron shouted.

"Er-------Ginny and I sort of broke into Harmone's room tonight", Harry admitted.

Hermione frowned. "Okay, let me get this correct. You and Ginny just left and decided to break into Harmone's room by yourselves? I thought we were all in on this together?"

What was Harry supposed to say? Why was she so upset? It was exactly like they would of been exactly eager to go. They were rather busy lately with each other. When Harry didn't say anything, Hermione folded her arms and Ron raised his eyebrow.

"Where is Ginny? I thought you said she went with you?" Ron questioned.

Where was Ginny? Harry asked himself the question, getting worried. She had been right behind him. Harry felt fear in the pit of his stomach. What if she had gotten caught? No--------They went under separate invisibility cloaks. She would be back any second.

"She should be back any minute. We took separate invisibility cloaks", Harry told them.

Hermione gave Harry a strange look.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Did you really think that was the best idea Harry? I mean you aren't used to going out in more than one. You are bound to get separated", Hermione stated directly.

Harry sighed annoyed. He didn't feel like putting up with Hermione lecturing him. They didn't have time for this. They needed to start on translating the parchment , and reading and deciding about what the journal meant. At least they had something tangible to work with. Finally.

"Er- Look, I'm sorry we didn't ask you guys to come, but it was just something me and Ginny decided to do. We didn't plan it. It just happened. But we need to get started. We need to translate that", Harry said.

"Who knows what could be on that thing", Ron added, peering at it.

Hermione looked at the parchment closely, and she smiled. "I'm sorry Harry. I didn't mean to---------- I think I'll be able to translate this. It might take a few days, but I think I might be able to do it. I do need the other half though."

"That's great, Hermione", Harry said. But Harry's fear intensified, and he felt his stomach drop. Where was Ginny? She should of been back by now. There is no way she could still be gone. Harry hadn't felt so scared in his entire life, and he was beginning to block everything out. All he could think about was something happening to Ginny, and it would be his entire fault. He would never forgive himself. He had this sense that he couldn't let go of. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his very bones. He felt the world dissolve out from around him. He could hear Hermione and Ron talking to him in the background, as he felt his feet rush towards the portrait hole.

"-----I bet there's some juicy stuff in here", He heard Ron say while he was looking through the journal.

"—So that's the plan. We'll all meet down here first thing in the morning-------Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione's voice faded out as Harry ran out of the common room.

Harry felt himself running down the corridor once again that night. The air cut through him like a knife through his body. He was aware of every breath, every step he took. He felt like this had to be some dream. There was no way, he could lose Ginny again. He would wake up any minute now. Wake up, Harry, he told himself, as he went down every hallway. Wake up Harry, as he turned every corner. Every second that went by that he didn't find Ginny; Harry's fear only worsened. But he couldn't let himself think of the worst. NO. He just couldn't bear it. There had to be some explanation of why she hadn't come back. Harry couldn't accept it any other way. Harry stopped in his tracks, not knowing what to do next. He had been up and down every hallway. All empty. He had to keep looking. A thought just occurred to Harry. What if she had returned to the common room, right after he left? Harry was keeping that thought alive in his heart, and started his way back to the common room. She had to be there. He could feel it. He knew she---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Harry suddenly found himself flat down on the floor. His glasses had flown off his face and shattered. His knees ached as he picked himself up to a sitting position. What had just happened? Had he tripped over something? He looked down at the floor and there was nothing there. Harry picked up his glasses, rose up off the ground slowly, and started back the common room. He stopped dead. No, he thought to himself.

"NO!" Harry cried aloud as he rushed back to the ground.

"NO!" Harry bellowed again as he felt something on the ground, but couldn't see it. He didn't want to believe it. But he knew what it was. Deep down, he knew. He closed his eyes and vowed himself to wake up. He forced himself to open his eyes. Harry didn't move for a few moments. He took a deep breath, and he did what he had to do.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry heard his voice echo through the hallway a second later. He felt his hot tears dripping off his face onto his blood soaked hands.

Twenty minutes later, Harry walked into the common room. Blood soaked through his clothes. His face drenched from tears pouring down his face. Harry didn't have the strength to look up. But he somehow, someway, he made himself do it. Ron and Hermione were standing right in front of him, utterly terrified looks on their faces.

"We heard you--------- screaming" Ron said weakly.

"We tried to find you, but we couldn't", Hermione said lightly, tears fringing in her eyes.

Harry looked at the two of them and the fear in their buried in their eyes. They knew.

"It's Ginny, isn't it?" Ron whispered, barely getting the words out of his mouth.

Without even having to say a word, they knew. Within a split second, Harry saw them sprint out of the common room, leaving Harry standing behind them. Harry didn't want to go. He didn't have any desire to do anything. He didn't want to be the hero anymore. He didn't want to save anything or anyone anymore. Because this time he wasn't destined to. He lost. He was nothing. He had nothing left. Harry saw the journal lying on the couch and in what seemed like slow motion, he threw it as hard as he could into the burning fire.

He toppled to the ground. He had no fight. He had no emotion. He had no desire for live. He wanted to die. This time there wasn't a ray of hope, a light at the end of the tunnel, a chance to win, a chance to beat the bad guy. Everything was lost today. As he sat on the floor in the common room, he surrendered himself. Let Voldermort Win, Harry thought.

"Because I have nothing left to lose", Harry cried allowed, sitting utterly alone.

TO BE CONTINUED...