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Chapter Ten- Dumbledore's Book

By now, you're probably in the Dragon's Nest, where I expected you to go. There is no way for me to convince you to go back to Hogwarts because I know you must face your destiny. I am now, I presume, dead. Yes, I know I am going to die. I also know Professor Snape is my killer. You mustn't be angry with him. I myself am not angry with him. It's all part of your destiny. You may not understand now, but it will come together sooner or later. I will try my best to explain.

Severus never really gave up his part as a death eater, I know. He was playing both sides. He gave Voldemort information, and he gave me information about Voldemort. Yes, I knew about this, and yes, I trusted him. It was his choice to be a death eater, and there is nothing I can do about that. As for the part about killing me, I told him to do it. I ordered Severus to protect Draco by all means necessary. Severus already had an unbreakable vow with Draco's mother, saying he would protect her son, and I agreed with it. It is not Severus' fault that I am dead.

As for what you are to now, stay where you are. There will be a time when you are needed, and you will know when it is. I presume that Fred and George weaseled your little plan out of you by now. Keep in touch with them. They will help reassure your parents and let them know you are alright. And, Harry, Ginny will have a bigger plot in this than you want her too.

As for me, remember that I am always with you. Your course is set; all you can do is finish your part in it. Remain faithful to me, and I will always be there to help you.

There was a silence after Harry read aloud to them what was written in the book. After climbing the stairs, they had gone into Harry and Ron's room, and put a soundproof charm on the door. "Well…" Harry said. "That's it. That's all that he wrote."

"And he knew all of this was going to happen before it did." Ron told them.

"He trusted Snape even though he knew Snape would be the death of him. I just can't believe someone would do something like that." Hermione sat down on the bed next to Harry, obviously confused, and slightly teary eyes. Ron put an arm around her shoulder to try to comfort her.

"As for me," Ron said. "If I ever see that Draco again, I'll forget about my wand, and personally wring his neck with my bare hands."

"Ron, no," Hermione told him. "It's what Dumbledore wanted. He wanted things to be like this."

"Dumbledore was wrong," Harry said. "He was wrong about all of this." His temper had begun to rise, and he stood up suddenly.

"Harry, calm down." Hermione tried to grab his wrist, but Harry yanked it away. "Harry, Dumbledore is always right, you just have to trust that he did all this for a reason."

"How could he do that," Harry's voice was raising to a shout. "He knew it going to happen and he didn't stop it."

"He has his reason's, mate,' Ron told him.

"How could he have known he was going to get killed, and leave me all alone." Harry shouted at him.

"We're here," Hermione had tears streaking down her face. "Your not alone, we're…"

'I can't do this by myself," Harry yelled at her. "I need him to help me, but he can't. He left me. Now I don't have anything I can do. He's not here to help me with it. And I hate him for it."

He turned and wrenched open the door, turning down the hall, and flying down the stairs. Hermione turned and sobbed on Ron's shoulder. "Is he going to be alright?" She asked him.

Ron stroked her hair. "He'll calm down eventually."

Harry sat at a table downstairs, rolling his empty butterbeer glass around on the table. James, the bar tender sat next to him, and cleaned up the drops of butterbeer on the table. "What's wrong with you?" He asked Harry after a few moments.

"Nothing," Harry scowled.

"Doesn't look like nothing. It sure something."

"Never mind," Harry grumbled. "Just leave me alone."

"Alright," James told him. "But if you ever need someone to talk to…" He got up from the table and walked back to his place behind the bar. "Oh and by the way," He added to Harry. "This came for you this morning. An owl dropped it off." He threw an envelope across room, so it landed on the table in front of Harry.

Sorry its short, but I didn't want to leave you in suspense.