Chapter 28

Elizzabeth turned and ran back up the girl's staircase. Her blonde hair actually flew behind her in her hurry. Tripping on the carpet leading through the door she fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

'Mmmm….What's da matter? It's….4:00 in the morning!'

Looking up from the floor Elizzabeth could see Millicent looking at her clock, one hand to her head.

'Harry…..Dumbledore…Pansy…..trouble…..help.'

As Elizzabeth gasped for breath Millicent sprang into action and woke up Pansy, 'Panse, come on. You need to wake up.'

Groaning the girl rolled away from her friend and said, 'Whatever it is can wait until morn-'

'Pansy, Dumbledore just took Harry off to fight Voldemort!'

Pansy abruptly sat up at Elizzabeth's rushed words, in the process hitting heads with Millicent, 'Oooh, Pansy.'

'Sorry Millie. Elizzabeth, what did you just say? I think I misheard.'

Elizzabeth stood up and said in an exasperated voice, 'Pansy, go get Draco and the boys, the meet me in the common room in fifteen minutes. I have to go get some other people.'

Millicent touched Elizzabeth's arm and said, 'What would you like me to do?'

Thinking for a moment Elizzabeth replied, 'Coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.'

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Draco rolled over to try and get away from the persistent humming. He wanted some more sleep, he needed some more sleep. His day hadn't been all that great, and he wanted to forget it in the deep recesses of sleep.

'Go away Bitz. I need to try and forget him. I need to try and forget everything.'

When the small animal burrowed under the covers and poked its face into his he sat up and yelled into his rooms, 'Alright, alright! Why do I have to get up?'

Looking down at the small silver beast he glared angrily, 'My day was crappy, alright? And now I want to get a good sleep, is that too much to ask for? A nice sleep?'

As the sleek body slipped off his bed he sighed and went to roll back over when he felt sharp teeth tug at his toes. Sitting back up he growled and sat on the edge of his bed, getting ready to leave the warm cocoon of his covers.

As he was standing up his wooden door burst open and a petite, brown beauty burst in, her hair wild and her eyes worried, 'Draco, Draco! Get up! We need to hurry and get back to the common room.'

Draco rushed over and said, 'Pansy, what's the matter? What's gotten you so worked up?'

Pansy pushed away his hands as he tried to hug her and said, 'Just get dressed; Elizzabeth is going to explain everything to all of us together. But you need to hurry; it's about Harry.'

Hearing the brunette boy's name Draco scowled and said, 'Whatever he did you just have to take him to Madame Pomfrey, she'll fix him up like usual.'

Hearing a huff behind him he was slightly surprised when Pansy shoved him and said, 'Get your stuff on and get down to the common dormitory. Otherwise I will be forced to hurt you Draco.'

Draco grumbled while pulling on a pair of old blue jeans, and a worn cotton t shirt. Mumbling about stupid idiots who can't take care of themselves and always proving to be a pain in the side.

Turning around he glowered at Pansy and asked, 'Now what?'

Angrily Pansy grabbed his arm and pulled him down the staircase behind her, 'Now we have to meet the others in the common room to discuss how we're going to help Harry.'

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Elizzabeth ran down the stone passageways, her bare feet numb from the cold. Ignoring it she reminded herself that Harry had greater troubles, hers were not so great.

Arriving at the Potion Master's door she knocked once before quickly entering, 'Sir! Sir!'

A ruffled looking Snape quickly made his way into the office and said, 'What is it Ms. Dael? There is no fight or blood shed in the Slytherin dormitories I should know about. Is there?'

Shaking her head Elizzabeth said, 'No sir-'

'Good, then I believe you should head back to bed, as it is very late, and way past curfew.'

Nodding her head Elizzabeth continued, 'But sir, there will be blood shed, and we need to help stop it from happening!'

Looking at her he asked in a slow voice, 'What are you talking of Ms. Dael?'

'Sir, if you could please just come with me, I'll explain it all soon enough.'

Nodding his head he yawned once and said, 'If there is blood shed involved I am in a position of required intervention.'

Smiling sadly Elizzabeth said, 'Yes, but I think you will find that you will want t do this, duty or not.'

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Pansy finished descending the stairs listening to Draco rant.

'…I had the best night of my life, with the most fantabulous person I've ever met, and then he turns around and tells me he was drunk and had gotten carried away! I mean, that was the sorriest excuse I ever heard. I mean, what game is he playing at? Oh, and then I go down to see my godfather, only to have him act all funny, once again, when I mention Harry-bloody-Potter's name. And my sister, oh yes, I have a sister, she comes over and after a quick reuniting tells me not to even consider going with Harry, because he's trouble for me-'

In the center of the common room, in front of all the others, Pansy turned around and yelled at Draco, 'Will you shut up! You're such a bloody imbecile! Isn't it obvious he cares about you? It wouldn't take a bloody fool to figure it out. He was worried for your safety, worried that Voldemort would turn his sights on you, as a way to get at Harry. He didn't want to put you in that position, so he lied! Even though it probably hurt him, just as much as it hurt you, he did it to save you. Get it? He did it to save You!'

Elizzabeth jumped up from the overstuffed chair she had been sitting in and said, 'That bloody codger!'

Draco nodded his head in agreement with Elizzabeth and said, 'Right, I mean, I can't believe he'd be stupid enough to believe-'

'No Draco. I wasn't talking about Harry. I was talking about Dumbledore. Ok, firstly I'm going to tell you about what I just remembered, and then I'll tell you my original intent behind this.'

Draco sighed and took a seat beside his godfather; looking at the man he rolled his eyes in a can-you-believe-this way. But Snape was looking at Elizzabeth with confusion, and curiosity, and with his full attention.

'This morning, well, I guess yesterday morning, seeing as how it's 5:00. Anyways, after the morning festivities with Harry and Draco, exclaiming their forgetfulness of the night before, I stormed out into the halls. But I soon found myself about to turn a corner when I was stopped by two voices raised in argument. One was arguing about not having spoken to their son for over 17 years, while the other was casting a high level ministry charm!'

Looking at Severus Snape Elizzabeth saw his eyes changing. Where they were once confused and slightly dull, they now held knowledge and fury. Smiling sadly at the man she said, 'Severus, he's taken your son.'

Looking to his godfather Draco was surprised to see the man snarling, 'Sev? You never told me you had a son.'

Snape glared at no one in particular and said, 'Because up until now my memories of my son were continually replaced, taken away from me.'

Standing up Snape looked at Elizzabeth and said, 'So now I remember my son, I remember all that I've done to him. Now tell me where that bastard took him.'

Elizzabeth shook her head and said, 'All I know is that he said that now was the time to defeat Voldemort once and for all. When Harry turned his back to begin leaving, to fight, the old man snarled at him! And I think….I think Harry feels that he would do anything to keep more people from dieing.'

Snape growled and said, 'We need to find Harry and help him.'

Draco's confused eyes suddenly grew wide and he stood up, 'Well, what are we waiting for? Let's damn well get out there and start looking! We need to find him.'

Pansy looked at Draco and said in a soothing voice, 'Draco, maybe it would be best if you stayed behind.'

Draco whirled around and said, 'Why in blazes would I stay behind while he's out there, willing to do ANYTHING to stop this war?'

Pansy looked at her hands and said, 'Because he might do ANYTHING to save you if he felt you were in danger.'

Draco stared at her surprised for a moment and said, 'But Harry doesn't care for me that much, does he?'

Elizzabeth stepped forward and said, 'Of course he does you dumb cluck! Why do you think he was willing to break his heart in order to save you?'

While Draco mulled this over in his head Millicent spoke up and said, 'I'll stay behind to alert the rest of the school. They may want to help him in this time, and there are quite a few who would want to know if the wizarding savior was to go into war.'

Draco snarled at the part about 'wizarding savior', but other than that stayed silent. Snape looked like he was ready to kill something, or more of, someone. Elizzabeth was running around, quickly making packs for them.

Putting two fingers in her mouth Pansy let out a whistle to get everyone's attention.

'Now listen up. We don't need supplies, for all we need are our wands. And we need to get there now and help Harry, afterwards we can snarl and growl, and sneer at whoever we want. But for now we need to get there to make sure he doesn't get hurt…or worse.'

Nodding there heads in agreement everyone in the Slytherin common room quickly walked towards the fireplace. Each person carried their wand, and a hand full of floo powder. They would floo to the ministry to alert them, and then apparate to the most likely destination of the war…Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch.

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Harry looked around at the stands, the house colors were long gone leaving behind cold, emotionless pillars. Feeling a shiver run up and down his spine he turned around to see Dumbledore staring at him intently.

'Is there something that you wanted to tell me?'

Dumbledore's eyes merely twinkled and he said, 'Harry, how far would you be willing to go to win this war?'

Harry looked at the aged headmaster and then turned away to look at the woods off at the side, 'I'm willing to do anything. I just want all this death to stop.'

Dumbledore let out a soft chuckle and said, 'That's good to hear. I was afraid you were rethinking this fight. And that could have some very disastrous results.'

Harry thought over the man's words and then whirled around, 'Would you have merely let me walk away?'

The twinkling in the headmaster's eyes did not dim as he said, 'No. I have too much staked on the outcome of us winning.'

Harry glared at the old man and said, 'But if I refused to fight, you couldn't make me.'

Dumbledore let out another soft chuckle, the sound chilling Harry to the bones, 'But you see Harry, I could. There's this very interesting spell, it can make you do things you wouldn't normally do. It can make you do things against your will.'

Harry sneered at the man and seemed indifferent to the hooded men who came out of the woods around him, 'You would use an unforgivable? Imperious?'

Dumbledore merely smiled with his twinkling eyes and said, 'Harry, we can discuss this later, 'For now I feel that we have a war to fight.'

Harry now noticed the hooded men around him, 'Just answer me one thing. Why exactly am I fighting these people? Why would I now feel that they are a great evil, when I learn that the most highly respected wizard of them all is a dark wizard in himself?'

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off, 'Because Harry, magic can't be separated into good or evil. The only magic that can be called evil is the magic cast by an evil being.'

Harry turned to see a man with red eyes, and a slit nose, 'Voldemort.'

Nodding his head in greeting the man stepped forward and spoke to Dumbledore, 'Don't you feel it is right for a man to see what he is fighting?'

Dumbledore smirked and gave a wave of his hand, where the vile creature that was Voldemort once stood, now stood a kind looking man. His features were slightly drawn with worry, but he was handsome none the less.

'Voldemort.'

'Dumbledore.'

Harry watched the exchanging of greetings before asking, 'So what is the true story here?'

Voldemort spoke again, his voice smooth and warm, 'The true story is that Dumbledore here is indeed a very powerful wizard. He must be in order to complete all his killings, and keep a hold on all his Memorandum Changeurion charms. You see Harry, Dumbledore here has made you a history that was nothing like your origin. James Potter never existed. And Lily Evans, sorry, Lily Snape, was else wise happily married. And her sisters, Petunia Dursley, and Poppy Pomfrey, were very close to her. And from her wondrous marriage, one that every witch and wizard had attended, she and her husband, your father, Severus Snape, had a baby boy.'

Harry's brow was scrunched in confusion and he asked, 'But sir, why would so many people turn up to my parent's wedding?'

Smiling the man answered, 'Call me Tom, that's what your parents used to call me. But to answer your question, your parents were highly famous. They, along with a few of their friends and family, had created a group called the Rewop.'

Smiling at the memories the man said, 'We used to laugh at it all the time; Lily had come up with it. She said that if Dumbledore was true power, we were completely backwards. So we were Rewop.'

Harry smiled despite himself. Even though all the stories he had been told were false, he enjoyed the stories of these parents that he couldn't remember. One of whom, had never acted as though there was an ounce of care for Harry.

'But sadly, those times ended. Dumbledore had been quiet for several years, but he soon made up for that. He was a true force to be reckoned with. He was killing muggles, and muggle born left and right. He was even killing purebloods. He was uncontrollable, and highly unpredictable. Many of the members of the Rewop, The Malfoy's, the Snape's, and many others had defied the fear of Dumbledore by having children. But you see, with the large masses of magical energy that was being used in the time of these births, there were a few children who were born with extreme magical capabilities.'

'Aright Tom, I think the boy here has learned enough for now. How about we get down to business.'

Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezed it, making the gesture slightly painful, 'I do believe that Mr. Potter here-'

'Snape,' Harry wrenched his shoulder free of the grasp of the aged man, 'My name is Harry Snape.'

Tom's face broke into a smile as Harry continued, 'You had me afraid of the man who was my father. You had me believing that the people, who were doing the most good, were doing the greatest evil. You changed around my past and my memories so that...so that…'

Dumbledore smiled as the boy trailed off. It seemed that even though he was quite a genius he hadn't figured it all out yet, 'I changed your past so that you would not turn against me. Because, as Tom put it so greatly, many children born in those years were born with great magical capability; and you see Harry, you were one of the more prolific ones.'

Giving the boy a moment to let it all sink in Dumbledore raised his wand and pointed it at the ebony haired boy, 'Imperio!'

Instantly Harry felt as if he was in a fog, his mind was for once free of worry.

'Kill Voldemort.'

Harry smiled and corrected the voice, 'But his name isn't Voldemort. It's Tom. He was friends with my mum and dad.'

'His name doesn't matter. Kill him!'

Harry's brow furrowed in confusion and he turned towards Tom.

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Draco ran out to the Quidditch Pitch, it was extremely dark out, but everything seemed t glow with the light cast off by the moon and the stars.

'Hurry! Who knows what's happening!'

In front of him Draco watched his godfather, Harry's father, run. But behind him he could hear his friends, Harry's friends, running. They were all worried over the same person, but doubted that any of them, save Severus, felt as strongly for Harry as he did.

Crashing into the back of the dark man in front of him Draco opened his mouth, 'What-'

'Shhhh! Listen.'

Draco quieted and he listened. He could hear several people talking. One of them he had heard never heard before, another he had recently discovered deep feelings for, and the third. The third was a voice he had heard before, and on the worst days of his life. The day that his sister was taken, the day that they were tortured for another refusal and on the day that his parents had been killed.

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Harry raised his wand, he knew the curse. He knew the one that would kill you instantly. It had been used on his mother, and on him. He knew that that spell would kill Tom. Because Tom wasn't an extremely powerful wizard, he was just average.

But he didn't want to kill Tom, not like the voice told him to, he wanted to kill someone all right, but not Tom. He thought it over in his muddled brain, how do you kill someone, who has such immense powers?

'What are you waiting for? I know you know how to do it. So do it already!'

Harry gave a sad smile; he did know what to do. Throwing off the fog of his brain he pointed his wand at the older man there, grabbed the burning medallion around his neck and yelled out, 'HSINIF!'

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