I actually have nothing good to say right now. I'm exhausted; I had to clean my room and remove all the dust from it. See, Ming Ming the things I do for you? Just so you don't have an allergy attack in my room!

Anyways, please check out my other story "Hell Raiser: The Pact". It's very good.

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The Past Repeats Itself

By: Kiona Lucine Bloodfang Sabrefang

Chapter 3: Let the search begin

Last Chapter:

Suddenly, all the eyes in the room focused on Albus Dumbledore, as the old man

stood from his seat, with a gloomed look in his eyes.

"We must make haste to find the Sword of Pure Fire and the soul of our ancestors.

Aristeus has just informed me of the must horrible news: Voldemort has found the Sword

of Dark Fire."

Now:

"No!", yelled Harry. "Now he'll be too powerful to defeat! Damn it to Hell! We must get searching, now!"

"We know, Potter.", said Snape with venom in his voice. "Now calm down before you do something reckless and stupid like you always do, just like your worthless father." Before Harry could answer back to the sneering Snape, a punch connected with the potions masters' nose, effectively breaking it.

"I'm fucking tired of you treating Harry like crap for what James did to you! Damn it, Snape! That was years ago! It was NOT Harry the one that used to hex you or call you names. IT WAS JAMES! Harry and James are TWO DIFFERENT fucking PEOPLE! Now, either you get that through your damned thick skull or I'll beat it into it, do I make myself fucking clear! Oh, and before I forget, STOP INSULTING THE DEAD! It's not nice."

To say that the people in the room where shocked would be the understatement t of the year. That was the first time Remus J. Lupin ever attacked and/or threatened someone and the first time he ever cursed.

"Yes, Lupin. Whaaat eevver yoouuu sayyy.", said the scared and trembling professor.

"Moony, that was bloody brilliant!", said Sirius, laughing his ass off, but stopped suddenly when he saw the death glare on Remus' face.

"Come on, people. We have to focus. We have to begin searching before Voldemort and Voldios decide to attack.", said Harry calmly, as to not pissed of the the already enraged werewolf.

A cough was heard from the Headmaster. He then called them all to a map he had on top of his desk.

"I think I know where the Last Battle took place.", began Albus, getting everyone's undivided attention. Inside the forbidden forest there is a cave in which no one, not even the Founding Father, could get inside. Many couldn't even get near it. Very powerful magic protects the place. A few years ago, I myself ventured to this cave, but the magic around it was way to powerful. I wasn't able to get inside and now I know why. To get inside the cave, we must enter together. Why? Because our ancestors were sealed together with the same ritual."

Everyone nodded in understanding, but there was still something that bothered our young hero. "Professor, how come Voldemort was able to get inside by himself? We can't, but he can? Why?"

"It's simple Harry. Voldemort didn't sacrifice himself; his soul was sealed as a result of the sacrifice the others made. It's different, my child." explained the Headmaster.

'Damn it to hell! That's not fair!', thought Harry angrily

I know. But life ain't fair. I should know! I had to give up my life to stop that bastard!

"Who the hell are you?", Everyone stared at Harry.

"Harry, who you talking to?", asked an amused Sirius, after all Harry seemed to be pissed off at the air.

"Huh? What are you talking about, Sirius?', asked a very confused Harry.

You yelled your last sentenced out loud.

'Damn', thought Harry blushing out of embarrassment.

"I believe you are acquainted with Horus.", said Dumbledore looking at Harry with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You mean to tell me that those voices we have been hearing ever since we found the prophecy were our ancestors? Why didn't you guys just told us where the cave was!", asked a pissed of Snape.

Simple my child. Aristaeus had already told that to Albus. No need for all of you to know the same info.

"Now, Aristaeus and I have come up with a plan. It's rather simple. We'll play follow the leader. I will lead the way and you just make sure to follow and don't get lost. Simple, no?", explained an amused Albus. Everyone else seemed to be rather pissed off at some invisible being, but they nodded in understandment.

"Well, get your coats, kiddies. We leave in 30 minutes. We must get there before Voldemort starts his attack. Also, I suggest you lot get some coffee; you'll need it."

And so, the rest of the group left to get ready for the long trip ahead.

Well, that's that. I know it's not a very long chapter, but no matter how hard I try I can't write long chapters. Please R&R!