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Harry stared at the people around him whilst Dumbledore conjured up chairs around the bed. Ron and Hermione sat together on Harry's left, Ginny sat beside Hermione, Fred and George sat at the top of the bed, Neville and Luna sat next to Dumbledore, who placed himself in the seat on Harry's right. Harry beamed, tears still falling from his eyes.

"I thought I wouldn't see any of you again" he breathed.

"We thought the same about you" Neville said nervously. Luna nodded.

"We've all been rather worried about you Harry, we thought you would die for sure" she said dreamily with a look of pity on her face. Harry swallowed and sniffed.

"Am I not dead?" He asked amazed. Hadn't Voldemort said that Dumbledore and in fact everyone at Hogwarts had been killed?

Fred and George shook their heads in laughter. "Course your not dead you idiot." Fred said amused.

"But Voldemort said-" everyone but Dumbledore and Hermione winced and hissed. For the first time in his life Harry inwardly did the same. Dumbledore watched the scene with interest.

Harry breathed and continued. "he said that everyone at Hogwarts has been killed, he said that Dumbledore-" Harry looked to his right with a look of disbelief. "is dead". The room gasped.

"Everyone at Hogwarts is dead." Hermione repeated looking horrified. She clutched Ron's hand who was looking at Harry devasated. Harry was surprised by this reaction. Surely they would have known? Harry wondered.

"As you can guess Harry, none of us know what happened at Hogwarts. We do not know who lives, who does not live, or even whether Voldemort lives." Dumbledore said at last.

Everyone looked shocked at Dumbledore, who nodded to Harry with encouragement. Harry blinked and realised that he had to tell everyone about the events that had taken place.He took a deep breath and told them all about what he had seen from the TV Snape conjured. He recalled the fight with Voldemort and ended with the black curse.

When he was finished no one uttered a single word. Silent trears streamed down Hermione's flushed cheeks and dripped onto Ron's hand. Fred and George closed their eyes and looked pained. Neville whimpered in the corner and Luna looked steadily at Harry with wide eyes. Dumbledore thought for a moment.

Bright sunlight shone into the room through the small window and rested on Luna, making her look a hundred times more queer. Finally Ron spoke.

"I can't believe everyone's dead" he whispered. Fred and George looked at him and nodded. Neville continued to whimper and Luna nodded gravely.

"But how are all of you alive?" Harry pressed, desperate to know what happened.

"Ah, that will be my doing Harry" Dumbledore said calmly. Harry turned to look at him. His eyes twinkled behind his half moon spectacles.

"You see, after it came to my attention that you were missing I immediately took action. I knew Voldemort would attempt to get you out of the way whilst he murders all of the people that were dear to you, having the idea that the best way to hurt you and finally destroy you is by taking away everything you have. I therefore arranged for the Weasleys, Mr Longbottom and Miss Lovegood to come here, as I believe it was safer for them to be here rather than at Hogwarts. I also thought they would be the targeted people, I was wrong, if what you saw was correct then Voldemort did not want to simply kill us, but rather, the whole school."

Dumbledore closed his eyes in grief for a moment. Harry looked down and swallowed as he tried to take in this information. After a moment Dumbledore continued.

"I arrived here this afternoon for a meeting with the Order members. It was only when I recieved Professor Snape's message-"

"Snape contacted you?" Harry blurted out in shock. Dumbledore nodded slowly.

"But sir, he was the one whoput me in the trap! He led me straight to Voldemort and when he knew that I was going to be killed SNAPE DID NOTHING!" Harry bellowed, his throat burning with pain.

"I knew he was evil" Ron muttered. Hermione nudged him and gave him a disaprooving look.

"You don't get it, Ron" Hermione said quietly. Dumbledore smiled at Hermione.

"Miss Granger is right." He said calmly. Harry turned back to look at Dumbledore panting slightly. He still felt too weak to feel normal.

"Professor Snape was in a difficult position yesterday. He found Voldemort and the deatheaters attacking students at Hogwarts. He is suppost to be a follower of Voldemort remember, however I sent him to find you, you see, after having a talk with Remus a sudden idea crossed my mind, I knew that you would be inside the pensieve whilst underneath your invisibility cloak. So Snape found you, but he was caught by Voldemort on the way. I believe you know the rest of the story". Dumbledore said. Harry stayed silent, a thought suddenly struck him.

His mind took him back tothe vision he had in the summer.

Suddenly Harry found himself in a room full of shelves, dark shelves that held tonnes of strange objects that he had never seen before in his life. Where was he?

He walked across the room towards a small sitting room, there was a fire burning and a portraight on the wall. Harry peered closely at the painting, no, it wasn't, It couldn't be? The portraight was of two best friends squabbling with eachother. They seemed to have just noticed Harry and turned to him. One of the men looked shocked, his hazel eyes wide and the other looked grim,

"What are you doing here?" he snarled. Harry felt himself turn and there was a large mirror hanging on the wall, his tall cloaked figure was skinny, and his deathly pale, spider fingers gripped a wand as he said in a voice not like his own,

"Taking what is mine".

Harry swallowed. The pensieve wasn't real. It was all a set up and he fell into the trap so easily. He clenched his fists in anger and shame as he dropped his head to his chest and shut his eyes tightly.

"Harry are you alright?" Ginny's worried voice entered his mind. Harry looked up, shaking slightly, partly from anger at his own blindness, partly from feeling so weak and helpless but mainly because he realised that the death of all of those students was because of his own selfishness.

"Voldemort won" Harry whispered and with that he fainted.

lol rubbish end to a chapter. I really didn't know how to end it. But the main idea came across. I hope things came clear now. PLEASE REVIEW!

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