(A/N: Yes, I read HBP. Yes, it was amazing. I finished it like the day I got it at midnight none the less and was unable to load any new chapters because my internet was disconnected...but it's back!)

Chapter 57: Second Times the Charm

"Apparently Dumbeldore wants to keep you a secret," Faith smiled to James. James looked up at her and seemed to think for a minute. It appeared as if someone was whispering in his ear and he was realizing something terrible.

"A horrible misunderstanding," he mumbled grimly.

"What was that?" Faith asked. James shook his head and said, "Nothing,"

Voldemort held the picture of the man, woman and child in his hand tightly. The sun was just beginning to set, the perfect time for an attack. Voldemort toyed with his wand and smiled, "Second Times the Charm,"

He walked stealthily into the building and searched for his victim. When he saw him he smiled slyly. He was like the tiger that had sniffed out his unknowing prey.

"Hello Longbottom," Voldemort greeted to the man in the bed.

"Ow!" Harry placed a hand to his scar. It burned intensely and Harry took it as Voldemort being Happy or Angry. It hadn't hurt ever since November, and Harry wondered if this was a bad sign. Harry was about to tell Hermione and Ron about it when he passed out.

Harry could see a long white hallway. Shouts could be heard from one of the rooms, as Harry was about to look into one of the rooms he was suddenly awakened.

"Harry! Harry! Are you ok?" Hermione asked kneeling over Harry as he lay back on the floor.

"Yeah…just peachy," Harry groaned as he placed a hand to his scar.

"What is it? Is it him?" Ron wanted to know as he knelt next to Harry.

"I saw a hallway…I think Voldemort is attacking someone," Harry mumbled. Ron shuddered when Harry said the name Voldemort and Hermione looked fearful.

"Where was the hallway?" she asked.

"I dunno know,"

"Describe it,"

"White. Very clean. A long hallway….with…. a lot of doors. And chairs?"

"Chairs?" Ron looked puzzeled.

"Chairs, along the wall," Harry commented.

"Hey guys, watcha doing?" Neville asked as he came up from behind chewing on an apple. Hermione ignored him and voiced aloud, "White hallway…a lot of doors…and chairs along the walls. Did the hallway have any design Harry?"

"Yeah…I think…the floor…it was tile…and the edge tile was blue," he noted as he sat up, still rubbing his scar.

"Where could that be?" Ron wondered.

"Sounds like Saint Mungos," Neville muttered absentmindedly. Hermione's eyes widened, "What could he be doing there?"

Frank Longbottom looked at Voldemort blankly. He then looked over at the bed next to him. His wife lay there, but he didn't seem to recognize her. It was doubtful that she would have recognized him either. Frank looked back up at Voldemort and blinked a few times.

"Now Frank," Voldemort said in a condescending tone. "You're just a right old idiot, and I think Dumbeldore told you a secret…can you tell me what that secret is?"

Frank's eyes wandered around the room aimlessly. He was a regular fool. He made a small buzzing noise as he stared around the room, Voldemort gave a small sigh.

"No," Frank grinned foolishly.

"Are you sure Frank? I know Dumbeldore told you a big secret," Voldemort chided.

"No,"

"Frank, are you an idiot?"

"No,"

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"No,"

"Do you realize that I can squash you like a bug?" Voldemort growled through gritted teeth.

"No," Frank repeated and he continued to make the buzzing noise. Voldemort turned away from Frank and sighed frustrated. He would have gotten more answers with Catherine. He tried to calm down and returned to see Frank's bed empty.

"Frank?" Voldemort called out sweetly. Listening carefully, he could hear that buzzing noise getting farther and farther away. Running out into the hall, Voldemort saw Frank hobbling down the hall making the buzzing noise quite loudly.

"Petrificus Totalus!" A voice screamed. A spark hit the wall besides Voldemort. He turned to see a 17 year old boy standing at the end of the hallway with wand raised.

"Ah, Neville, how splendid to see you. If you'd excuse me, I have a bit of business with your father,"

"I don't think so Tom," snapped another voice. Sarah stood behind Neville, her wand also raised.

"Don't call me that," Voldemort seethed.

"Tom Riddle," Faith hissed coming to stand behind Neville too.

"What? Only three? Pity, I was hoping for more," Voldemort grinned. "But I think I know how to toss one of you out of the running," he lifted up his sleeve exposing the dark mark. He touched a pale finger to it and smiled at Faith. Instantly she grabbed her arm. "I've learned a few things," he hissed back, "I can control who I call and how much I want to persuade them to come," Faith fell to her knees, still clutching her arm.

"Now you two," Voldemort waved his hand, Sarah and Neville flew backwards, hitting the wall, "Be gone," Voldemort turned and walked quickly after Frank who had hobbled into a room.

"Frank?"

"No. No no no no no no," Frank rambled. Voldemort smiled to himself. Frank leaned back in a corner clutching something behind his back. 'The Prophecy,' his mind hissed pleasurably.

"Give me what's in your hand," Voldemort hissed in a fake pleasant voice. He inched closer to Frank, clutching his wand, fully prepared to kill him as soon as the prophecy was his. Frank pulled his hands out from behind his back and Voldemort was thrown backwards. He looked stunned at Frank who clutched a wand tightly in his hand. Frank then hobbled out of the room, still making that ridiculous buzzing noise as he went. Voldemort stood up forcefully, rage causing his blood to boil.

Frank hobbled back into his hospital room. He moved over to where his wife lay and pulled her onto the floor. She hit the ground and looked at him blankly. Frank pulled the mattress down on top of them. He handed her the wand and then got up to leave. He hobbled back into the hallway and tried his best to run, but he didn't quite know how. A bone chilling voice called out, "Frank," a figure appeared before Frank and he stopped.

"No! No! NO NO NO!" Frank screamed, vaguely recognizing the person.

"Awww, Frank. I've missed you," Bellatrix cooed. She had her wand raised and pointed at his throat. He continued to murmur 'no' over and over again.

"Whats the prophecy Frank?"

"No,"

Bellatrix smiled and sent Frank hurling backwards and onto a table. The table split in two and Frank continued to say no.

"Your just a big dumb idiot. You and your wife. It was such a pleasure torturing you both…and you know what? I'm gonna torture your son too," Bellatrix laughed.

"NO! NO! NO!" Frank bellowed and delivered her a sharp kick in the chest. Bellatrix looked shocked as she stumbled backwards. She quickly regained her composure as Frank stood up.

"CRUCIO!" she cried. Frank was instantly brought to his knees. Bellatrix smiled her beautiful smile and raised her wand again.

"Expelliarmus!" someone shouted. Bellatrix's wand went flying out of her hand and into the hand of Neville.

"Ta ta," she waved and then disappeared. Frank lay still on the ground. He coughed and blood sputtered up and onto his clothes. Neville fell down by his side and lifted his head up slightly. Frank's eyes were closed and when he opened them he looked around and then at Neville.

"Neville…" he spoke softly, and then closed his eyes again for the very last time.