Chapter 61 : Final Flight part I

"We can't just let him do this alone!" Faith roared banging her fist on the table.

"We must. The prophecy says-" Dumbeldore said calmly

"says that only he can kill Voldemort, but that doesn't mean he can face all those death eaters," Sirius put in getting to his feet.

"There are going to be tons of deatheaters there. What are the chances that Harry will even get close to Voldemort. He is feeling very powerful. I can feel it. It burns in this mark," Faith snapped pulling her sleeve up to show the dark mark that lay beneath. Several people looked down and away from the mark. "This. This burns more than it ever has before. He wants us all there. He is calling us. I've watched deatheaters kill countless people. Torture them. What makes Harry different?" , her voice was mixed with pleading and desperation.

"Faith, Sirius, I think what Dumbeldore is trying to say is that Harry must do this by himself," Remus added keeping his voice steady.

"The prophecy doesn't say that. It only says that Harry has to kill Voldemort. It says nothing about him not having help against deatheaters," James commeted as he jumped to his feet.

"Hot headed as usual Potter. Listen to reason for once in your life," Severus hissed coldly as he crossed his fingers in front of him.

"Oh shut up Snivillus," James snapped, his eyes blazing over.

"You'd love it if something happened to Harry. Then your master could come to full power and there would be no one to stop him!" Sirius shouted. Within minutes, everyone was at their feet and in a screaming match.

"You went to Azkaban on counts of being a deatheater!"

"We have to go help Harry!"

"Are you trying to accuse me of something!"

"You were always like this even in school. You're just jealous because you were unpopular!"

"We can't help him. The prophecy says…"

"You think I care about a petty problem back in Hogwarts?"

"Yes!"

"Blast the prophecy! Lets damn it to hell. We all know the correct answer,"

"SILENCE!" A loud voice like thunder commanded. Everyone went silent. They stared at Dumbeldore in awe.

"Yelling at everyone is certainly not going to help Harry in the slightest. This is not about past feuds, what the prophecy says, or who went to Azkaban or not. This is about ending a reign of terror that has been plaguing us for sometime," Dumbeldore said in a loud calming voice. Everyone stood there in silence.

"Leave…I need to reflect on what to do. I will call you back in when I have the right choice," Dumbeldore dictated sitting down and staring off into space. Everyone left in silence.

"Here comes the tension," Sarah muttered as soon as the door was closed. James sighed and nodded while looking at the floor.

Harry found himself on a grassy plain. Where was he? It was dark and there were dozens of stars in the sky. A bright crescent moon hung low in the sea of black sky. The air was cool and the dew from the grass would splash up and soak the bottom of Harry's pants as he walked. A light fog clung to the grass. It was the place from his dream. A high pitched shriek broke the silence of the night. Harry pulled his wand out with lightening fast reflexes. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Thump Thump Th-

There was a rustle. He turned quickly towards the rustle. It came from the cornfield that was to his left. He tried to peer over but couldn't see. All he could see was the vastness of the cornfield. With wand raised, Harry cautiously walked towards the edge of the field.

"Harry," Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She stood hidden in the field.

"What are you doing here?" Harry whispered sharply.

"We couldn't let our friend go without us. Where would you be without us?" Ron asked coming up from behind Hermione. Both had large grins plastered to their faces. Harry couldn't help but smile along with them. It was great having friends that would come with him even into the heart of danger.

"We think we found him," another voice said from behind Ron. Harry raised an eyebrow and tried to see past him. Ron smiled and stepped to the side. Ginny, Neville, and Luna all stood there with wands clutched tightly in their hands.

"We think we found Voldemort. Come on." Neville repeated waving Harry along.

"Sirius," a sharp whisper called from down the hall. Sirius turned and saw Faith standing there. She motioned for him to follow her. She led him into a nearby empty room. She shut the door quietly.

"Dumbeldore hasn't decided yet?" she questioned

"No," Sirius shook his head. Faith nodded and looked up at Sirius.

"I have something to tell you," she murmured slowly.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant,"

"What? When? How? I mean I know how…but how?" his jaw dropping and a smile spreading on his face.

"Its true. I've been sick for the past week and…I'm pregnant," she nodded with a smile.

"We're gonna be parents?" putting his hands on her shoulders. She nodded and he wrapped her into a hug.

"You can't tell anyone…yet," said Faith.

"James. James, can I tell him? No one knows how much longer he'll be with us," Sirius asked excitedly. Faith smiled and nodded. He kissed her and quickly ran out the door to tell his best friend the news.

Harry followed closely behind Neville as he led the way. The night was completely silent except for the occasional rustling of the stalks of corn being pushed out of the way and Harry's heat hammering in his mind. He began to lose track of where they were going. Left, Right, Straight, Left, Diagonal. It seemed to be an endless maze of walking.

Finally, Neville stopped. He turned around and placed a finger to his lip. Bending the corn back ever so slightly he let Harry peak out.

"Is that him?" he whispered so lightly that Harry almost thought it was a breeze.

"James! Guess what?" Sirius asked as he walked into the kitchen of Grimmuald Place where his best friend stood alone.

"Hmm?" James sipped on a mug of tea.

"Faith is pregnant," Sirius gave an excited whisper. James spit his tea out in surprise.

"She's what!" he yelledd, his eyes getting wide and his jaw dropping.

"Yeah, She's pregnant. I couldn't believe it either. James, I'm going to be a dad. Isn't it great?" Sirius commented with a wide smile. James gave a slight nod and looked down at the ground.

"Yeah, real great," he muttered, Sirius didn't catch the lack of enthusiasm in his voice. He was too busy rambling about becoming a father.

"After this Voldemort business is over, we're going to be moving," Sarah said softly.

"Moving? What? Why?" asked Faith her tone dropping.

"Remus and I have decided to move farther out into the country. We're going to go out and raise our family. Get away from the hustle and bustle of Voldemort and his followers," Sarah mumbled leaning up against the wall of the darkened hallway.

"But…as soon as Harry kills Voldemort…it'll be all over with,"

"No. Come on Faith. We both know that Voldemort will still have his supporters. There will still be deatheaters roaming about. Besides the country air will do us good," Sarah smiled. Faith's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for water. With a weight in her heart, she smiled back at Sarah.

Severus stood in the hallway outside the kitchen. He leaned up against one of the walls and tried to digest what he had just overheard. 'Faith…pregnant? Pregnant with Sirius Black's child none the less. How could this be possible?' That is when Severus Snape realized that no matter what, he was never going to win Faith's heart.
"Dumbeldore's made his decision," Remus called popping his head into the kitchen. He then quickly left to go find out what the fate altering decision would be.

"Sirius wait…" cried James as Sirius went to leave.

"Come on James. We have to go find out what Dumbeldore says," Sirius reminded looking back at his friend.

"Dumbeldore is going to decide to go help Harry," James grumbled slowly. Sirius stopped dead in his tracks and stared at his friend with curiosity.

"I said before that I knew certain things that were going to happen during this last fight. I also said that I wasn't allowed to say what was going to happen…Sirius, during this final fight…several people will die…one of them being Faith," James described staring his friend dead on. Sirius laughed and said

"You're bluffing,"

"I'm really not," James moaned sadly. Sirius's face fell and his heart dropped into his stomach.

"This my friends is the final flight of the Order of the Phoenix. We will go and help Harry in this last fight against Voldemort. If you look at the person next to you…it's a good chance that you…or they will be dead by the end of the night," Dumbeldore mused

"But just like a phoenix that rises from the ashes. So will we. We will defeat Voldemort's deatheaters and watch as Harry kills him once and for all." He continued with a new sparkle in his eyes. Not the same mischievous sparkle that everyone had grown to know but a sparkle of determination. Suddenly Molly Weasley burst through the door.

"Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny and Neville are gone!" She declared.

"So it has begun," Dumbeldore said with a slight smile.

"Yeah..that's him," Harry answered grimly. He stared at the bottom of a valley. Voldemort stood atop a rock in the middle of a ring of deatheaters. On the other side of the valley was a forest of some kind. Sharp jagged rocks protruded out of the Earth in the valley.

"Theres like…300!" Ron whispered sharply.

"I know," Harry nodded softly. He then spun around to view them all.

"I'm going down. Don't reveal yourselves. Wait." Harry demanded tightening his grip on his wand and turning to leave.

"For what?" Luna asked.

"I don't know," he went down and into the valley.

(A/N: AHHH only two more chapters left! How sad!)