Shitza: Okay, here's next chapter, but before you start reading, this chapter will be a follow up of the things that has happened to all heirs ever since the end of HotF. Hope this chapter won't be too confusing.

Tári: Can't believe how she told us to stay, I kind of regret that now.

Seeeza: Tell me to strangle her when all this is over.

Shitza: (holds her neck in a protective way) Please enjoy reading, maybe give me a review, please.

Tári: Shitza don't own Harry Potter, or else, she would have tried to finish that series by now.

Chapter 1 Beginning

(Headquarters)

Harry lay on his bed, daydreaming about Hogwarts. The Headquarters was almost empty, except for Buckbeak in old Mrs Black's bedroom. Most of the Order members where of saving the things that could be saved. Tonks and Moody, was recruiting new members. Lupin had been out in several minutes on a Werewolf meeting, to try to get the werewolves on their side. His aunt was in London, on a daily trip. He was alone, even Hedwig was out, hunting. He really wondered what the others where doing, but especially what Voldemort would plan on doing next. It was July 30th and tomorrow would be his seventeenth birthday.

He yawned, stretching out on his bed. He had grown some inches over the year, yet it was clear he would never be as tall as Ron, who he had heard had grown almost a foot over the time that had passed. He had found out from a letter from Ron, which said how he had hit his head on a shelf he had been able to walk under.

He yawned again... he missed the others, even Malfoy, yet he was still a bit sceptic about the Slytherin. Yet, for some reason Hermione and he still was a couple. Poor Hermione didn't have it easy, as Ron still disliked him, being a Slytherin.

He lay on his bed, wondering about what would happen, yet whatever happened he would be prepared. Over the summer the Wizarding world had received frightening news as Voldemort had taken over building after building. Proceeding from Beauxbatons he had demolished Salem's and almost all schools around. Not only schools, the magical government in Iceland, the Ministry's in Bulgaria, the Secret Lost Magical Cities in Mexico, the Red Dragon reservation in China and so on. Witches and wizards had to retreat into the Muggle World and start new centres. A record of witches and wizards had signed in on all kinds of Anti-Voldemort preparations. The Order had never in History had as many members as they did now. Even some Slytherin families were on the list. Almost every single wizard or witch that had been in Gryffindor was there. It was really amazing how dark times like these could pull you together.

Yet, the question remained. What would happen with them? Was this the end of magic? How would they stop this tyranny?

(In the Dragon reservations in Rumania)

Ron was outside, strolling around. He had to think, he was deep worried over his family, and even if his mother had said to him he wouldn't need to protect them, he had to. There was something going on, and he didn't like it. The Death Eaters were moving again and he didn't know what they might be planning. Luckily they had a minimum chance of being found here, especially since the reservation was protected with so much magic that if the Death eaters would ever so much try to breath in it, they would immediately be found. The reason for all this protection was yet not death eaters, it was the dragons. Over the last years, ever since Norbert had arrived here, the reservation had received dragons from all over the world. It was the only reservation that had all the ten kinds, even a stray Hebridean Black.

He looked at his watch. He maybe should go back to the house, it was getting late and mum would soon call him for lunch. He wondered maybe if he ought to call upon the others, this was just too much for him. So far they were a step ahead, but soon the Death eaters would outsmart him and they would have to flee again. He strode back, to a small hill where his brother Charlie had a house, or a ramshackle house, to be honest. If magic wouldn't keep it up, it would surely be a ruin in only a matter of seconds. Poor Charlie, but he liked it that way.

"Ronald! Lunch!" his mother called from the kitchen. Ron trembled at the sound of his name. Ronald... he hated that name.

Moments after he was joined by Ginny, his little sister. Ginny smiled when they met, she was carrying a buckeye of flowers. Ron laughed, she really new what would make their mother go happy.

"What's for lunch, mom?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, don't tell us it's octopus stew again." George said, shivering.

"Okay, then what would you like me to tell you."

The twins had joined them a few weeks ago, after an attack on Diagon Alley. It was a miracle that the Alley still was a part of the lighter Wizarding world. But even so, it was daring to have a shop there nowadays, so the twins had returned, with a bank account to even make the Malfoy's look poor. Their mother had hugged them and refused to let go of them. She had called them her angels, which had made both of the twins blush. She was usually the one who had told them that their grades where no good, and that they should have stopped with that joke shop. Now, she loved the shop.

Straight after lunch Ron decided to write to Harry. He hadn't forgotten his best friends birthday, and so he wrote a long letter, telling him how it was and that he hoped to see him soon. He missed Harry, he missed Hermione, Neville and Cassandra, which surprised himself slightly. He even missed Draco, which surprised him a lot, but only little. He only missed the Slytherin a little.

Ron went outside again, carrying Pig on his arm and attached the letter. The small owl hooted happily, before taking of. Poor Pig, he lifted into the air, but a minute after, he almost fell down on the ground. The owl was still as small as ever, but he had become slightly better carrying heavier parcels. Only this time, Ron had attached a slightly heavier present then usual and it took Pig a while to get used to the weight. Ron chuckled, seeing his owl almost hop in the air, instead of flying. Poor Pig had a very evil master.

He longed until the Hogwarts letters would arrive. When that would happen, they would go back to England. His father was staying at a motel, because he still had duties. Percy too, and Bill. They would stay at the Headquarters, for a short while, and then he and Ginny would go to Hogwarts, and he would be able to see everyone again.

(In a cottage in a far away forest)

Hermione sat outside her small magic built house, sighing heavily. Crookshanks sat in her lap, snoozing quietly. She really envied the half cat-half Kneazle. She looked at the high mountains around her. Having fled to this place, she really looked forward to the time they might be of Voldemort forever. But as far as she was concerned, that could be a 40% chance. She sighed and stroked Crookshanks, who woke up. She wondered if he would agree on a daily walk. Putting the newly awake cat down on the ground she transformed to her Animagus form, a black cat. Crookshanks purred and scooted of. 'Now what' she thought, following him.

Crookshanks led her to a cave. A very familiar cave to her, she had been there before. The cat meowed and jumped up on a small cliff. Typical cat, the mountain air had turned him very lazy. She transformed back, took the cat and began to walk back to the cottage. "Crookshanks" she sighed.

Down by the cottage she let him back into a small basket. Where he curled up and yawned. She wondered what he thought, having it so peacefully, he was never the cat to like too much noise or other hectic matters.

"You know, sometimes I really envy you." She said. Crookshanks looked at her and yawned again. Hermione shook her head. Her hair was up in a ponytail, to prevent most of it to get stuck in the branches of the bushes bellow the house. There she usually sat, eating raspberries and cloudberries. She didn't often use magic since all of that could be traced, and she certainly didn't want Voldemort to find her. Of course she often needed magic, but she tried to be very careful to not attract too much attention. She knew, being a Muggleborn and also the sorceress, Voldemort hated her, and would probably enjoy feeding her to the rats. Thinking of rats, she wondered what had happened to Pettigrew. Rumours said that he had escaped the dark Lord's service and was now giving out plans for Dumbledore. Yet that was just rumours.

In that moment an owl arrived, it was carrying a letter. She wondered who it could be, she had no owl and had only spoken to her Harry, Ron, Cassandra and Draco by Floo powder. The owl landed and dropped the letter in its beak. It soared of again and as it slowly disappeared she opened the letter and read.

Dear Hermione

Hope you are alright and that the Death Eaters haven't found you yet. I am currently on a small island, trapped since two of those things somehow popped up and stole our transport back. When you read this, I suppose I'm already home, so don't bother to send any help. I do can take care of my self.

I borrowed my friend's owl for this, Eador is of at the moment fetching some books I've wanted. The main reason for me writing this is that I've received awful news from the Order, saying that Voldemort has found an ancient spell for immortality. If that is true, how in the world will we be able to defeat him. I mean, how will Harry win over someone who can't die.

Please answer soon, this is getting really bad.

Sincerely Cassandra

'Immortality' the words rang in Hermione's head. 'Immortality.' She shuddered. How much more did he know, did he perhaps know the whole prophecy, was this the end of all? Would they never make it out of this war?

She thought of all the heirs. They were all in deep trouble, and especially Harry and Draco. Harry because he was one of Voldemort's targets, since he was the only one who would be able to defeat him. And Draco, as the second heir of Slytherin.

In that exact moment of confusions Hedwig turned up. Hermione shook out all the thought she had, when Hedwig turned up like this she wanted to help her deliver Harry's present. Hermione went to get it, but also she wrote a long letter and attached a copy of the letter Cassandra had sent.

Hedwig hooted and took of. 'What an amazing bird she is' she thought.

(The Longbottom's mansion)

Neville sat by the garden patch, treating the amazing amount of flowers they had. That's what he had become famous for, being the hair of Hufflepuff, and the best gardener to be found. He smiled as he watched the amount of colourful patches by his feet. He would dry some of these plants, take them to Hogwarts where there were many more resources and try to find some more magical properties. He had managed to find some in Poppy, Oak, Mugwort and Tansy. He had also found more properties in the magical invisible plants Ignis, Fontis, Aquilo and Tumulus. They were also called the four plants over elements, very hard to discover. He was lucky to have a sample of each one of them. He was probably the only one having a sample of each one of them. The Longbottom's had since long been interested in herbs and expensive plants. H was also thinking of giving Hogwarts some seeds. They would make quite an interesting lessons.

He stroke the soft Tumulus, took some of the watery liquid from the Fontis' leaves. He carefully watered the extremely sensitive Aquilo and carefully placed some wood around the burning Ignis.

His grandmother sat in a chair, watching him. He was the last of the line of Longbottoms and for once she was so proud of him she had even forgiven him for snapping her son's wand in two. She had never known that her husband had been the heir of Hufflepuff, and now with Neville, who proudly was keeping that, she could feel her heart burst with joy. She was even sure, with all of his knowledge, he would be able to revive his parents and before she would die, she would meet her son again.

With that she closed her eyes and dozed of to sleep.

Neville sat watching his grandmother. She was getting old, and if it was one thing he would not be able to heal it would be aging, there was no cure for that, magical or not. He just had to make sure she would enjoy her last years. A tear trickled down from his eye. No, he shouldn't think like that. He'd better snap out of it and go back to work. There was a lot to do and he didn't want the Lilies to die.

He looked at his watch, which said 3pm. He knew what would await him and so he took out his wand from his robe. Ran straight to the back of the garden, to a brick wall. There he tapped a mouldy looking stone three times. The stone shone brightly and when the light went out, it was gone. Or rather to say it was invisible, for his eyes. He looked out in the whole and as he had believed it to be, outside the wall stood three masked death eaters, one girl and two boys, they all barely looked to be much older then thirteen. That was how it was really, the old students of Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and Salem were being brainwashed by him, to believe that he was the Lord over all and everything. That he was the creator of the world and so on. It was terrible to see youngsters hail him as the Germans had hailed Hitler.

He tapped the invisible stone again and it became visible. He opened his palm and small whirls of mist appeared around the young attackers. He didn't wish to harm them, they didn't know what they were doing so all he needed to do was to scare them.

He cast the veil of illusions and the three stopped, looking around. Then as sudden, they thought they spotted something and screaming ran of. He didn't know what they might had seen, he just had wanted them to see the worst thing ever.

Sweating he walked back. The days had not always been this easy. Mostly the dark lord sent stronger Death Eaters at him. He had once duelled with Rodolphus Lestrange. He might not be the best dueller, but he surely could take care of a Death Eater, that was no problem. But all of them... He knew what Ron, Hermione and Draco had to flee from, from what kind of powers that wanted them dead. Thankfully, Voldemort didn't hate Hufflepuff that much, so for now he was safe. But Ron, who had to flee from a battle of Dementors and Death eaters, Hermione, who was living alone, outside everything, Draco, who had to switch hidings once a week, if not two. Harry, he didn't know so much. It seamed as if something at the order blurred his vision, which was good since he wasn't the only seer around. He too had a similar protection here, but how long would the magic remain. None of his visions told him anything. He was usually the one who knew everything before it happened.

Sighing, he walked back to the house, passing his grandmother. It would be a peaceful day today, so unlike the others. He would need this day to sleep, since tomorrow brought new problems.

(on a small shore near Gothenburg, Sweden)

Cassandra sat on the shore, looking out over the sea. She tried to ignore the urge of feelings that just wanted her to soar away out there, over it. But eagles weren't sea birds, or not the type she was.

It was cloudy, like almost all days had been. Yet the hot days were about to come, she had been in Gothenburg before. She knew all roads, all buildings and all statues of the kings. The symbol of the standing lion, a lion standing on its hind legs, waved in her mind like a flag. She liked this town, unless you counted on all the gulls and screaming birds.

She stood up again, walked to a bus stop and took the bus in to the centre. It was summer, so it was just natural that the city was full of people. She went straight to the Avenue, the only real parade road in town. She came to a large statue of a naked man, the statue, or rather to say fountain, was called Poseidon, named after the Greek god. She walked down the lane, buses and cars roared to her left. She was actually on her way to the town's only Wizarding gate, which lied behind the Great Church, which they called Domkyrkan. She had heard that one of the walls was a gate to the Wizarding world.

She continued walking, over a small bridge over the river and past a great statue of a king riding his horse. The statue looked really old, the once handsome copper was turquoise green. She soon finally arrived having pass the movie theatres, all the shops and bookstores. She came to the church, making sure no one noticed her, which was hard thinking of how many there were in town, she walked past the gate.

She arrived at Magins Värdshus/ the Magic's Inn. It was pretty crowded. She walked up to the bartender and asked for the way to the magical centre here in Scandinavia, Vinterlandskapet/ the Winter Landscape. The name was said to come from the north, because it was there it lied. She needed to get some new books, for more bed time reading and she was thinking of something new. So far she had concentrated herself so much on the old magic, she thought something new was needed. And so she bought a stack of books, and she charmed them to nicely fir in her small bag.

But in her way out, she passed a really odd looking book that caught her attention. It was leather-bound, very old since the pages where yellow and torn. The title could barely be read.

"Mörkrets sanning/ the truth of darkness" she read.

Quickly she took the book from the shelf and flickered through the pages. To he disbelief she had found so much she had barely known and the rest of it she didn't know.

"Ursäkta/ Excuse me?" she said to the bookstore manager. "Jag tar den här också/ I'm taking this too, please."

The manager looked at her oddly.

"Är du verkligen säker på det/ Are you really certain about that?" He asked, wrapping the book into brown paper.

"Självklart/ of course" she said giving him a galleon. She retrieved her change and was about to leave the shop when she noticed something. The book she had bought had burnt of the paper and now, it was evilly gleaming at her. she gulped, hurrying back. She would need to place several charms on this, as for safety reasons.

Later that day she wrote a long letter to Harry. She had just read half of the book, and she had to warn him, something was about to happen. That shouldn't happen.

(Italy, Venice)

Draco sat in a corner, looking at all the Muggles that passed. Some younger girls, almost in his own age giggled when they passed him. Draco new why, there had been very many who told him he was really good looking. Lucky for him he had Hermione, would she have seen them clinging on him she sure enough would blast them away. He still remembered the Witch fight between her and Cho. Cho had been possessed by Voldemort and in the end killed her. Hermione still threatened herself for that. That girl looked nice, but he knew better then to judge on looks, having experienced a slap on the face in their third year.

He wondered what was happening back home. He hadn't dared entered the Malfoy's mansion. He knew what would await him if he did. Voldemort must have about six dozens of spies around that place.

He wasn't entirely looking forward to go back to Hogwarts. He had started to hate the Slytherin common room. He knew he was hated down there, but they didn't understand. They were all like him as he had been before. They didn't know the truth.

He sighed and walked back to the small room he stayed at. He was worried about Hermione. Was she alright, did she need his help? He wouldn't ask her, she often came to him when she needed him, not before. It was just him... what was the matter with him... he was starting to get out of control.

One thing was certain. When he'd be back he would not be this soft. Maybe with her, but not certainly when he met the others. He knew they, or most of them, still disliked him. He wouldn't be surprised if Ron hated him.

He arrived at the room shortly afterwards. He went straight to his trunk, grabbed a parchment and started to scribble down a letter to Hermione. In that very moment he was writing he could swear he heard someone at the room below him say...

"The Dark Lord awaits us tonight. He says he finally have a plan for killing Potter:"

Draco listened closely, but as the conversation went quieter and quieter he mumbled a spell...

"Sonorus" he whispered pointing his wand at the floor. The conversation grew louder again.

"Yes, he has a plan, a good one. I've heard it myself. He's thinking of luring potter into a trap and weaken him, before puling of the big shot."

Draco swallowed. This didn't sound good.

"No, I've heard he's going to pull him of, in front of Dumbledore and those freaks. He's going to send a curse in a letter and then..."

Draco abruptly finished the letter to Hermione with a few lines. He transfigured it into a pigeon, she knew what the white pigeons meant. He was thinking of some spying, but the idea pf getting caught burned in his mind. No, he shouldn't risk his life so abruptly.

(Rosengard)

The Dark Lord smiled, something he rarely did. He was winning. Soon the world would be his, and those others, an old memory. He laughed, evilly. Life was great, with power.

To reviewers:

Nightwing 509: Hope you liked this chapter. I'll try to update tomorrow, unless my plans are getting ruined.

End notes: Come on people, please review. I know this update was extremely quick. I'll probably post another chapter tomorrow, can't promise anything though. Please review, I'll accept anything I just want to know your opinion.

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