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Chapter 4 Ginny Of Course

September 18, 2005

"What?" Silence reigned in the room as what Dumbledore had just said sunk in. Hermione pushed herself forward in the chair. "What do you mean he never left?"

"Well, Miss. Granger I'm afraid…"Hermione slapped her hand palm down on to his desk.

"I don't want some cryptic answer you old coot! What do you mean Harry never left?" Draco was somewhere in between laughing hysterically and yelling his pretty blonde head off. Dumbledore looked startled for a second before wiping all emotion off his face. "Can you please just give us a straight forward answer? We've been looking for Harry for so long. If he really is here, why did you never tell us?"

"Miss. Granger, I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than that. The Prophecy.." Hermione interrupted him.

"We know what the Prophecy said. That has nothing to do with this." Dumbledore raised one brow.

"Are you so sure, Miss. Granger? Sure enough to bet Harry's life on it." Hermione sat quietly. "No? I didn't think so. The Prophecy as you know it is incomplete. One must die for the other to live, blah, blah, blah; we've all heard it before…" Draco coughed lightly.

"I haven't heard any Prophecy." The other three adults in the room looked at him a moment before carry on.

"The whole point of the Prophecy was that Voldemort and Harry's fates were linked. The only reason Harry isn't dead is because of a much older prophecy, 'When light is dark and dark is dead, there raised from death a brightest love. Like the Phoenix from the ashes, so shall they rise from the ashes of thousands. Love forbidden, soul mates will find, a power and destiny entwined.' Make of it what you will, Miss. Granger. I'm completely out of ideas."

"Where is Harry exactly?" Hermione squinted her yes slightly as she thought.

"Mm. A place I fear to say you've been before." Dumbledore smiled slightly as Hermione gasped.

"But that place nearly collapsed years ago!"

"Yes, after standing for so long it conveniently decided to collapse right after Harry's disappearance. Yes, Completely collapse."

"You old fart! How did you do it?" Hermione asked.

"Wait, wait, wait. What?" Ron asked looking between the two of them. Hermione hummed with impatience.

"It all makes sense now! Even the tree's riddle! 'A guardian you must pass first, a dear friend of mine.' The Whopping Willow! The Shrieking Shack, Ron. Harry's in the Shrieking Shack."

"Oh….How did he get there? And why the bloody hell hasn't he come out already?" Ron joined Hermione on the edge of his seat. Dumbledore sighed, suddenly looking his 152 years.

"I'm afraid I was not the first person to stumble upon Harry. The first visitor had very different plans for Harry."

"What do you mean, 'Different plans'?"

"I believe they were attempting to place a curse on him, something, something to extract his soul." Hermione looked confusedly at Draco. Draco just shook his head.

"I don't understand. The way you're talking Harry obviously didn't get his soul taken from him. What's the problem? What's wrong with Harry?"

"The curse, done incorrectly has, shall we say consequences. There was a very good chance that while Harry's soul was not taken, something…..else might have gotten in." Dumbledore looked uncomfortable all of a sudden. "I had to think of the wizarding community, the muggles. What if some kind of spirit or demon was in Harry's body? What chose did I have?"

"What did you do Dumbledore?" Hermione's voice was laced with malice.

"A spell. Just a simple spell to make him sleep."

"What spell did you use? How can we break it?" Dumbledore sat up in his chair.

"No, no you must not! Take Harry's body, but do not wake him. If you do you have no idea what you'll be releasing on humanity."

"Tell me the damn spell you crazy old snake!" Hermione stood, placing her hands on Dumbledore's desk.

"It was a simple D'estan Selum." Hermione looked at Dumbledore disbelievingly for a moment, before turning and walking out of his office. Draco and Ron hurriedly stood and went after her.

After a few moments, Dumbledore stood and walked up the short stair way to the window over looking the lake and a bit of the Forbidden Forest. He smiled brightly as he saw his three former students practically running towards the Whopping Willow. 'Yes. Finally the fallen son will rise, and the last of the shadows shall dissolve, before the two princes unite.' Dumbledore went back to his cross word puzzle humming pleasantly.

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Hermione ran for the Whopping Willow only slowing when she was just out of the Willow's reach. Draco and Ron breathlessly stared at her.

"Hermione, what was he talking about, 'D'estan Selum' ?" Draco held his side as he wheezed.

"D'estan Selum, the silence of blood. It's a blood ritual where four people blend their blood with the, you know, one they want awake. Then they dip their fingers in the blood and write specific runes on their skin. It's very complex, very dangerous, spell. But before we worry about that, we have to get Harry." Hermione pulled her wand out. Performing a Petrificus Totalus, the madly waving branches stilled. Hermione took a deep breath and jogged towards the base of the tree, spotting the entrance she scrambled inside. Once she had stood and dusted herself off she could hear mild cursing and arguing from the tunnel entrance, rolling her eyes she reached up and grabbed the fabric of Ron's robe. Giving it a good yank, he tumbled onto the dirt floor. Draco came sliding down and landed with a yelp. Hermione started up the stairway that would led to her best friend.

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Draco followed quietly behind Mione as she shoved the trap door open and climbed through onto the rough wooden floor of the Shack. Pulling himself up, he looked around. The back of the house facing Hogsmeade had completely collapsed and was open to the elements, while the front side and the stair case were blessedly sturdy. Hermione wasted no time, she charged up the stairs, her friends going behind her looking somewhat nervous.

"Where do you think he would put Harry?" Draco caught up to Hermione.

"Honestly I don't know. Just try to think like Dumbledore, but you know, less insane." Hermione ducked inside a room before pulling back out shaking her head. Ron stopped and leaned against the wall.

"Hermione, we can't go around to every room in this place! It'll take…" Ron was cut off as the section of wall he was leaning on slid away from the rest of hall. He landed with a thud and was quickly stepped over as Hermione rushed by, soon followed by Draco.

"It's cool. Just leave me on the floor."

"Will do, Weasel." Draco intoned absently as he looked around the dark room. In the center of the small space was a raised plate form. Draco pulled himself up onto it and slid over to the rectangular box sitting there. Whipping the dust off of the top of it with his sleeve he leaned over and looked into the sleeping face of Harry Bloody Potter.

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Hermione shuffled her feet waiting nervously as Ron fumbled with the keys to Grimmauld Place. Draco who was levitating the, Hermione shivered, casket pushed Ron out of the way and jerked the keys from his fingers. Hermione who was trying to keep up the invisibility spell on the box, hummed with impatience. Finally the door was pushed open and the three friends, the box hovering between them, slid inside the house.

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Hermione sat at the kitchen table of number twelve Grimmauld Place and stared at the ceiling exactly above her. Well she had her best friend back, course he wasn't feeling very talkative at the moment. Hermione snorted, then blushed lightly as Ron and Draco both raised their eyebrows at her.

"Well gentle men, it seems my plan has one tiny flaw." Ron grunted.

"We have a plan? Since when?" Draco put on a look of mock surprise.

"Look we need one other person to make this spell work. Question is who can we trust enough to tell them about all this and expect them to help?" Hermione looked at the desperate faces staring back at her and felt the little hope she had held so tirelessly onto disappear.

"Wait!" Ron sat his cup down on the table, a look of utter relief and joy flashing across his features. "God, I didn't even think. Ginny of course!"

A/N- REVIEW! Sorry guys. I know you hate it when I do that. (Runs away). Next chapter Ginny, UFO's, flying farts, and Harry! LOL. REVIEW! Even if you hate it review and tell me! ML Aubrey