Chapter 20

A/N: This story has not ended. There is still more to it… Hehe, you'll have to read to find out what I'm talking about. Anyway, thank you to Prongsthewhitehart, for the words encouragement, that really helped me. And yes, I did realize that I had messed a few things up in some of the chapters. I suppose it happens when the simple mode isn't working when you go to edit/preview a document. I'll just have to re-read before I move it to the website. Also, thanks to Mrs.Ginny Weasley-Potter, for all the reviews. Anyway, on with the story!

Harry sat bolt upright, breathing deeply. It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room. He looked around, not having a clue where he was. But, before he thoroly examined the room, looked at himself. He seemed to be alive… just to be sure, he pulled up his sleeve and pinched himself as hard as he possibly could. Well, he was deffinately alive, otherwise he probably wouldn't of wanted to scream out in pain. He turned so that his legs hund down of the old couch that he had been sitting on. He looked around. The couch Harry had been laying on was a threadbare sofa- of which Harry recognized, as there had been a threadbare chair at the Weasley's- and an old armchair sat across from him. All it was, was a tiny sitting room. Seperating the chair and the couch was a rickety old oak table, which upon it sat a tray, two small glasses, and a small bottle labeled "ANTIDOTE". The walls were covered in books. No doors (except for the main door that led you in and outside.), and only one window. Most of the books on the wall, Harry noticed, had covers made from brown or black leather. Harry stood slowly, examining each book and bookcase as he walked sround the room. The only light was coming from a candle-filled lamp that was hanging quietly from the cealing. Harry made his way to the window and peered out. It was dark outside. But he could tell that he was no longer at the graveyard. There was one or two other houses around (neither looking inhabited) and a cobblestone path lay on the ground. A little farther out, Harry could see a field, some water, and a single sign reading "Spinner's End".

"Where am I?" Harry asked himself. He walked over and sat back down on the couch. He was very confused. But suddenly, he heard chattering from behind a bookcase. They were just loud enough to hear, and they were appearently getting closer to him with every word.

"Do you think he's woken up yet?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, but we have to go check. At least to see if the antibiotic is working." Said Ron. Their was a pause where Harry could only hear footsteps.

Crrrreeeeeeeeeeeaak!

The bookcase was pushed aside. Harry first got hit with the strong smell of tea, muffins and warm rolls, the realized that it must have been the kitchen behind the bookcase. Hermione and Ron were standing in the doorway, and when they saw Harry awake, ran over and sat next to him.

"What happened?" He asked them.

"Oh, Harry! We thought that you would be dead!" Hermione cried and hugged him deeply.

"Somehow, don't ask me how, you got half hit be Bellitrax's killing curse. We were afraid that we couldn't help you." Ron said.

"I guess the antibiotic worked, then." Hermione said gleefully.

"Was anyone else hurt?" Harry asked. Hermione and Ron looked at him.

"Snape was hit. We're not sure if he was hit all the way- you see, when everyone started shouting killing curses, they all collided in the center of the group, and little, half killing curses flew everywhere. So, Snape got hit by one of them. We don't know if he'll survive." Hermione stated. "You know, this is Snape's house."

"WHAT?" Harry yelled. Although, it did explain why all the doors were hidden and the room was so blasted dark.

"No one else got hit, luckly." Ron said. "But as soon as we got here, we got a hold of Lupin and them. Lupin, Tonks, and Moody are in the kitchen. We should really go tell them that you woke up." Harry nodded and Hermione and Ron stood and walked into the kitchen, reappearing moments later with Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, and Alastor 'Mad- Eye' Moody.

"Harry," Lupin said, walking over, "Good, you're OK. We thought we were going to lose you."

"Ah, but we knew you'd get through it." Moody said with a weird grin.

"Hi. Where are the Baudelaire's?" Harry asked.

"Treatment. So, they're in the second bedroom upstairs. They got a little hurt from that Esme' woman's shoes." Tonks said.

"But they're OK, right?" Harry asked.

"Of course." Said Hermione. Dumbledore suddenly walked in.

"Good, Harry, you're awake. May I have a moment alone?" Dumbledore asked. The group nodded and walked back into the kitchen. Dumbledore sat next Harry.

"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked.

"Well, I Have some bad news, some OK news, some good news, some really, really good news, and some great news." He said with a smile.

"Start with the bad." Harry sighed. Dumbledore nodded.

"Well, the bad news is that Olaf and Esme' escaped our clutches." Dumbledore said. Harry growled to himself. "Somehow they managed to run away as the killing curses were flying." He added.

"OK. That is bad. What is the OK news?"

"The OK news is that Snape has a 50/50 chance of living. We're not sure yet, but he is doing better than he was an hour or so ago."

"Well, I suppose that could be good or bad, depending on his state." Harry said, but thought to himself, It'll be good if he dies, but bad if he lives…"What about the good news?"

"Two parts to that. One: the Baudelaire's are going to be fine and make a full recovery."

"Great!" Harry said, cheering up a little. "And part two?"

"Part two: there are fresh-baked muffins in the kitchen!" Dumbledore smiled as Harry laughed. "Now, the really, really good news is that the potion that Snape made is complete, and Cedric and Sirius will be back in one week."

"YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!" Harry cried. He jumped up, did a small dance then quickly sat back down when the Headmaster stopped laughing. "I thought that that would be the great news. Since it isn't what is the great news? How can it be better than what you just told me?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Well, the great news is even better because this is what it is: As the killing curses rounded about, hitting a few people, there is one person on the dark side that was hit. Well, actually two did, including Bellitrax, but the one I am about to tell you will send you flying." He said.

"WHO WAS IT?" Harry yelled, almost flying off the couch then and there.

"Voldemort is dead, Harry."

A/N: WOOOOW! Could it be true? Finally, Voldie is dead? Well, it'll all be in the next chapter. You just got to R&R! NO FLAMES! Wow, this is sure getting good…