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And yes, you WILL find out who the Professors are in this chapter! Enjoy your reading!

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PS: The 'Next Chapter' section at the end of Chapter 7 has been revised. Sorry if I'm confusing anyone!
Last Chapter:

Six letters were received before the first bell wrung, to six students who all happened to be in their Defense Against
the Dark Arts class.

Hermione sat, stunned at the letter that had just appeared before her.

Cautiously, she picked up the letter, opened it, and began to read.

'This letter has been received by seven people, concerning the whereabouts of one, Harry Potter.

Be in the Headmistress' office at 10:30 P.M. Sharp.

Please, store the place and time safely in your mind, As this letter will disappear five seconds after you have finished

reading it.

Until then,

-Professor Jynx'

Hermione's eyes widened in shock as both Ron and Neville jumped from their seats in surprise.

Chapter 8:

Gryffindor Perfects Common Room; Free Period:

"For the last time, Hermione, we're not going! It could be a trap for all we know!" Ron shouted, making a wide arch
with his arm around the room, selfishly making the decision for everyone that was sitting with them – Ginny, Luna,
Pansy, Neville and himself - before he slumped into the Perfects Common Room sofa that he had been previously
occupying.

Hermione sighed. "No, thats for all you know. Because Ginny and I know for a fact that this is not a trap; and that
Jynx, Rile, Snitch and Balus are not Death Eaters in disguise." she stated a little louder than was necessary.

"I think Hermione is right... I mean, I still don't like Rile or Snitch too much – they terrify me at times – but, Jynx and
Balus are often comforting to have around. They make a lot of the students feel safe, for some reason..." Neville
quipped, finally making himself heard.

This particular discussion had been going on since the beginning of their free period that they all had at the end of
their Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. And it was going no where.

"You see, Ron? Neville trusts them. Why can't you? How about a show of wands, then? Majority wins. If more agree
to go to the meeting, then we will all go. If more agree that it's a trap, then you can stay and whoever wants to go will
go anyway. Deal?"

"Deal!"

"..."

"..."

"Hermione! Thats not right! You know that I'd never let you go alone! You could get seriously hurt in a room of
Death Eaters all by yourself!" Ron was outraged. His own girlfriend had tricked him... 'When did Hermione start
acting so... so... Slytherin? This really is too much... If Harry were here, she wouldn't be acting like this!'

"Sorry, Ron. You've already agreed to the terms!" Ginny said in a sing – song voice. "Now, All in favor of going,
raise your wands!" In response to Ginny and Hermione's quick actions of raising their wands, two wands were raised
in caution. Luna's and Neville's...

Hermione smiled. "And those apposed?" Ron's wand immediately shot into the air, and Pansy's soon followed.

Noticing the betrayed look she was receiving from Ginny, Pansy replied in a soft voice "Sorry, Gin. I may be friends
with Gryffindors, but I'm a Slytherin at heart. Always watching out for my own tail and all that... It's just the way we
are. But, I'll stand by our terms and go along." at that, she shot Ron an angry glare, and then continued. "After all, a
deal is a deal, right?"

"Well, the Majority is in favor of going to the meeting. So, it looks like that, as they say, is that."

"This is Great! We'll finally know where Harry is! Then, I'll go to him and confess my undying love! It will be so
romantic..." Luna whispered to herself; eyes shinning with unshed tears.

"Um, Luna...? Since when have you loved Harry? I thought you said he was a fake?" Pansy asked, trying to remind
the girl of the words she had stated with conviction when she had boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time.
Luna rolled her eyes. "Of course I said that! And I still believe it, too! Really, how can one boy be the savior of the
entire Wizarding World! But I just love that toned, smooth body..."

Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, then back to the girl before them. Slowly, Hermione leaned closer to Ginny
and whispered into her ear "Do you think we should tell her that Harry has a lover? ...And a male one at that?"

Ginny clutched her stomach in desperation, trying her damnedest not to let the laugh escape her mouth. "No, she'll
find out soon enough... Lets have a good laugh about this first!"

Hermione smiled, then coughed, trying to regain everyone's attention. "Now, we had better get going before we miss
Potions... wouldn't want to upset Professor Snitch" she said while rolling her eyes.

Potion's Class; Third Period:

"So, if Dragon's Blood causes longer life spans, then why don't we use it for Immortality Potions?" Snitch asked as he
began to walk around the classroom.

Today was Discussion Day in Potions class. They were going over the uses and dangers of the more rare potions
ingredients.

"Because along with immortality, it causes severe memory loss, dis-figuration, Mathew's Disorder - which is called
Cancer by muggles – and can also make you loose your eyesight. Not to mention, that if you brew the potion wrong
and add too much – or too little – Dragon's Blood, it can be fatal. Which is why, I guess the stuff can only be bought
in Knockturn Alley..."

"Correct, Miss Weasley. Now, because of you extensive knowledge on Dragon's Blood, I expect you to brew and take
that particular Potion." Snitch stated with a smirk.

"Not going happen, Professor." Ginny exclaimed with a snort. The entire class fell silent...

"And why is that, Weasley?" he asked, making his way to stand in front of the red-head's desk.
Ginny crossed her arms over her chest, leaned back in her chair and scowled. "Because, Professor, I'm not as stupid as
you apparently think I am."

A few laughs were heard from the Slytherin's tables before the Professor gave an evil glare that managed to silence
them all. "You must remember that I am not your old Potion's Master. And I refuse to pay favorites to the Slytherin's
just because he did."

Every head bobbed in understanding while Ron leaned over and whispered into Hermione's ear "He may not be the
Greasy Git, but he's a Git none the less!"

A sharp crack of wood hitting wood made Ron jump in surprise. "Ten points from Gryffindor for insulting a
Professor." Snitch stated menacingly. Then, turning to face Ginny, he smiled. "Ten points to Gryffindor for amusing
me, Miss Weasley. Thank you. I do believe I may have needed that...

"Alright class! The bell is about to wring, so gather your things while I inform you of your Homework! Thirteen
inches of single spaced words about the many uses and downfalls of Dragon's Blood. I will measure it!"

The bell wrung and the students began to file out of the large classroom.

"Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, If I could have a few words with you for a moment...?" Hermione and Ginny looked
from each other and back to Snitch. "Sure, Professor. We had been meaning to talk to you anyway..." Hermione
stated as she put her book bag onto the desk that Ginny, Ron and herself had shared during class. Ginny nodded her
head in agreement.

As the last few students left, Snitch slammed the large wooden door shut just as Hermione took her wand out, casting
a silencing spell over the room and simply shrugging her shoulders in response to Snitch's raised eyebrow.

"Ron has a bad habit of listening in on other people's private conversations." Ginny supplied in an amused tone.

Snitch rolled his eyes. "Yes, but from what I've heard, that's a bad habit that all of the Weasley children have.." he
stated with a pointed look towards the young red-head.

Ginny blushed. "That wasn't exactly my fault..." she mumbled "I was already in the Tower when Harry showed up!
What was I supposed to do? Say 'Hold on, Professors! Let me go back to my Common Room so you can continue
Snogging'? I didn't know who they were at the time! They were just Professors to me... I could have gotten a detention
or something! I wasn't about to risk anything..."

Snitch laughed "Where's that Gryffindor Bravery you were always talking about? That was one of the most Slytherin
things I've ever heard of! Of course, Slytherins do it on purpose. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the
wrong time. What were you doing in Hogwarts most known make-out spot by yourself, anyway?"

"I was waiting for some one." She stated simply, trying to will her blushing to disappear.
Snitch shrugged it off and continued. "Well, I asked you two to stay because I needed to talk to you-"

"Obviously."

"Because Harry asked it of me. He wants to know if the others trust him." Snitch finished, just a little annoyed at
Ginny's previous one word interruption.

"Well, Luna and Neville are a little unsure, but I think they're okay with him as long as Ginny and I are confidant.
Pansy is just being Slytherin. 'Saving her own tail' were the words she used, I believe. But, she agreed to come. And
Ron, well... he's throwing the biggest fit ever. I had to trick him into agreeing to come with us. The letter said there
were seven people that received the letter, and only six tat I know of. Is McGonagall the last?" Hermione asked with
a frown.

"Yes. Balus and Rile think it would be an advantage to have her know whats going on. They think it would be an
advantage to us to have the Headmistress in on this. Personally, I think they're scared that when the plan is under
weigh and we show everyone who we really are, McGonagall will have their heads for not letting her in on the big
secret. It's common knowledge that the old bat likes to be privy to any information she can her her hands on."

Both girls agreed. The woman really was a control freak...

"Alright then. I'll see you two at 10:30 then. Now, get to your next class before you're late."

Ginny grabbed her bag, releasing Hermione's silencing charm as she left. Hermione, on the other hand, lingered a
little.

"Snitch, were we even getting anywhere before you left? I mean... I really liked you, but I wasn't sure about how you
felt..." Snitch sighed.

"'Mione, I've always liked you. I can't believe you didn't notice how I felt. Everyone thought it was plainly obvious...
You were the only girl that I ever felt serious about... When this war is over, would you like to go out somewhere and
talk? I mean, I'd love to do it now, but seeing as I am your Professor, I don't think the other students,
not to mention the other Professors - would hesitate to rat us out."

Hermione smiled. "It's a date then, Professor Snitch. I'll see you later."

"But, what about Weasel? Aren't you two dating?"

Hermione gave a snort. "He's just trying to get Luna jealous. We're planning this huge break-up in a few days because
Luna's starting to crack. Yesterday she told Ginny that she loves Ronald, and that if him and I are still together by the
end of term, then she'll try to break us up..."

Snitch hadn't noticed how close Hermione had been to him until she leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the
lips. And before he could even think, the girl of his dreams was out the door, around the corner, and out of his line of
sight...

"I'll see you later..."

Great Hall Lunch Feast; Fourth Period:

"Merlin! Professor Rile is an evil, evil man. I've never known Ancient Runes to be so... hard! It's absurd to make us
study so much! Who does he think he is!" A sixth year Gryffindor stated loudly to her group of friends.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood from her seat in the Great Hall. "Well, if you would do your homework like you
should, it wouldn't be so Bloody hard! Personally, I think Professor Rile is doing an excellent job!" she screamed
across the table, gaining the entire Hall's attention.

The sixth year, Alice Drakes, scowled at Hermione and also stood. "What would you know about hard work! You're
a natural Bookworm! And mind your own business. I wasn't even talking to you!" She replied in a huff, flinging her
long blond hair over her shoulder.

"Natural Bookworm? Are you bloody mad! I despise studying! I'm muggle born, if you didn't know. Do you even realize
how that effects me and the others like me? Do you realize how hard the teachers are on us, apposed to the
half-bloods and pure bloods? Of course not! You're only interested in what you'll wear each morning and if your hair
is looking perfect.! We -the muggle born - have to work extra hard to gain the Professors respect. It's common knowledge
that you need all kinds of references if you want to get a decent job in the Wizarding World! This is the world that I've decided
to fight for, and this is the world that I plan on living in!" She stated firmly, slamming her fist onto the table for emphasis.

Most of the Hall were on their feet, cheering Hermione on. Including the entire Head Table.

"And as for minding by own business, why don't you talk about things like that in the privacy of your own dorm! As
much as I hate to do this, Ten points from Gryffindor for talking bad about a Professor!"

Again, the Hall was enveloped in cheers as Professor Rile looked on with awe. Hermione had defended him...

'But, she would she have done it if she knew who I really am, and considering what I did to the Weasley's?' he asked
himself. Looking on, he noticed that the young girl was staring at him, so, he smiled, giving her a small nod of
gratitude.

McGonagall held both hands out in a useless attempt to hush the noisy room. After a few minutes of getting nowhere,
She shouted that she would begin to issue out detentions if the students would not calm themselves.

As soon as the cheers had died down, Hermione took her seat, only to be tackled by Ginny.

"That was amazing, Hermione! I couldn't believe that was actually you talking!"

"Screaming is more like it..." Ron corrected with a huge grin.

Blushing, Hermione waved the comments off. She couldn't believe she had done that, herself...

Hermione was pulled from her thoughts as a slim hand made contact with her shoulder. Looking up, she saw a very
distraught looking Pansy, and immediately became concerned.

"Whats wrong, Pansy? You look like you've seen a ghost..." she commented as she slid sideways on the bench,
making room for the Slytherin to sit. Pansy nodded, slouching, as she took the offered seat between Hermione and
Ginny.

"Thanks, Hermione. I was just wondering if you could do something for me. You see, I got a letter from my mother
today... She says that The Dark Lo- ... that Voldemort.. is planning an attack on a small Wizarding town about
eleven miles east of Hogsmead. Tomorrow. She doesn't know what time, but she thinks it will be after One in the
evening... She told me to tell the Order, but I don't know anyone that's in it. Hermione, could you take this letter to
them for me? Surely you would know who to go to..." Pansy asked, trying to control her quivering voice.

Hermione sighed. "It looks like you knew who to come to after all, seeing as I'm a member of the Order... I'll be sure
to give this to our leader immediately. Thank you, Pansy... This information could save a lot of lives tomorrow."

Pansy looked at her friend in shock. "You're a member? How? I've been looking for some one that could give me a bit
of information about it... I've been told that it was the right thing to join if I wanted to be dis-associated with the Dark
Side... Please, tell your leader that I would like to join..."

Hermione smiled. "Only if this isn't a way to save your own tail..." she replied jokingly.

Pansy nodded, stood from her seat, and walked out of the Great Hall...

Two Thirty Four P.M.; End of Ancient Runes Class:

"Professor Rile? I was wondering if I could have a word with you..." Hermione asked as she lingered in the empty
classroom. Professor Rile, who had just started grading test papers, put his quill down and sighed.

"If you must, Miss Granger. Have a seat."

Hermione quickly made her way back to the desk she had occupied just a few minutes ago and took a seat as
instructed. "Professor, I was given a letter by Pansy Parkinson today at lunch. Her mother wrote her and informed her
of a Death Eater Raid that will be taking place roughly eleven miles from Hogsmead tomorrow around three in the
evening. I trust you know what to do with such information...?"

Rile raised a brow and smirked at the cunningness that the young girl before him never failed to show off.
"And why, pray tell, do you think I would know what to do with such a letter?" he asked, playing along.

Catching the shift in the man's attitude, Hermione knew for certain who this man really was. "I wasn't quite sure you
were the person I was looking for until just now. You see, in the past, when you were presented with such
information, I noticed a certain look in you eyes. Granted, the eyes you show now, are not the same as they were
then, but that look is still there. And now I know what it is. It's excitement. Knowing that certain pieces of information
will not necessarily be the down fall of Voldemort, but will certainly help to get us to that point... gets you excited."

Rile shook his head in amusement. "I always knew you were too bright for your own good, Miss Granger. I will be
sure to inform the proper people of this situation. Is that all?" he asked, reaching to pick up the quill once again.

Hermione smiled "Yes Professor, that was all..."

"Good. Now get to your next class before some one begins to miss you. By the way, was that little twinkle in my eyes
the only thing that gave me away, or was it something more..?" he asked, curiously.

Hermione reached down and picked up her book bag, then walked to stand in before the large desk that sat in the front
of the classroom. "Just for future references, Professor, if you want an Illusion to completely fool everyone, you
should be weary of how emotional you get. I don't think anyone noticed, but I did. In the Great Hall during Lunch,
your hair changed colors. Nothing too much, but a few shades darker... Emotion is a major part of your
transformations, isn't it, Tonks? I have to go find Ron. He's trying to find a way of getting out of our meeting tonight,
so I'll see you later, Professor... And by they way, I did have a feeling of who you were in the Great Hall when I defended
you. But, Professor Rile or Tonks, I have a reputation to maintain."

"And here I was thinking that your reputation of a Goody-Two-Shoes was blown out the window when your voice
began to echo off the walls... My mistake..." Rile replied with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Hermione blushed scarlet and threw her nose in the air.

"But really, Hermione, why didn't you bring this letter to McGonagall? She is Head of the Order, after all."

"I wanted to know for sure who you were." she stated simply, before sauntering off.

As Hermione left, the man was grinning from ear to ear. "And I thought she was nothing but a little bushy-haired
bookworm..."

Ten Thirty P.M.; McGonagall's Office:

The Office was exactly the same as Hermione had remembered it when it had belonged to Dumbledor. Flawks in one
corner of the circular room, and whirring silver contraptions everywhere...

"I'm giving them three minutes, 'Mione. Thats it! If they aren't here by then, then I'm leaving." Ron stated as he
slouched in one of the overstuffed red armchairs that adorned the office. Hermione groaned.

"When are you going to grow up, Ronald? You're being childish! Don't you want to know where Harry is? Jynx has
information that no one else does!"

"I'm not the one that said not to be late!" Ron shouted, causing Neville to jump back in surprise. Luna grabbed the
frightened boy's arm, and pulled him back into his seat. "Calm down. You're acting as if a Boggart is disguised as
Professor Snape." she stated with a smile. Neville shivered at the thought.

"It isn't even ten thirty one yet. They are not late. We came early, remember? You insisted on being here before them,
just in case it was a trap..? Honestly, Ronald..."

Just a few seconds after the clock hit ten thirty three, three men walked into the office.

"Sorry we're late, we've been in a discussion since classes let out. It seems as though there will be a Death Eater
Raid a few miles from Hogsmead come tomorrow evening. Just thought you should know, McGonagall. Wouldn't
want the Order to miss out on some serious arse kicking." Snitch stated as he walked into the large room.

At the mention of the Raid, Pansy sunk low in her chair, trying her best not to be noticed.

"Like we'd believe you! It's a set-up, isn't it? The Death Eaters are trying to get their hands on the last few members
of the Order! Didn't I tell you, Hermione! I knew it!"

Suddenly, Snitch's appearance began to change. Short black hair grew longer, reaching just past a pair of slim
shoulders, and was now light blond in color; his eyes changed to blue, and he seemed to be shrinking...

"Shut it, Weasel! No one asked for you narrow-minded opinions!" Draco Malfoy stated menacingly, as he stared
down at the youngest Weasley boy.

Immediately, Ron was on his feet, waving his wand at Draco, Ready to send hexes flying.

"Stop, Ron! I was the one that received that information! My mother is working with the Order to help defeat
Voldemort! There will be a raid. And it isn't a trap!" Pansy shouted above the noise, making Ron lower his wand
just a fraction.

"Oh, and by the way, I think we've found some one you've been missing!" as soon as that last sentence left his mouth,
the door opened once more.

Standing in the doorway, was none other that Professor Albus Dumbledor.

The scene that greeted him was apparently highly amusing... Everyone was on their feet. McGonagall was
still standing behind her desk; Pansy Parkinson was standing in front of Luna Love good and Neville Long bottom, as
if trying to protect them from the onslaught of hexes that were bound to come; Hermione Granger was holding onto
Ronald Weasley's arms, trying desperately to make sure he didn't do anything rash; Rile was holding onto an enraged
Draco trying to do the same as Hermione, while Jynx was standing between all four.

Cries of surprise were heard throughout the room.

"Thank you, Minn, for keeping my chair warm. I was hoping you were going to stay in my place. It would have been
most dreadful if Umbridge had gotten her hands on it..."

"Good Heavens, Albus! I thought you were dead!" Everyone had become stock-still.

"Where have you been for the past four months!" McGonagall asked, almost hysterical.

"Clam yourself, Minn... it is a long story that requires patience, understanding, and no interruptions." he stated
simply as he took a seat in an unoccupied chair. "Now, make yourselves comfortable, We have only one thing to
clear up before we begin."

Taking his cue, Rile slowly let go of Draco and made his way into the center of the room.

"Ron, Ginny, Hermione... I know you've seen this first-hand, but maybe it would clear a few things up if you saw it
from some one else's point of view."

Taking a portable pensive from his cloak, he placed it on the large cherry wood desk and gestured for the three to
come forward.

Hermione, who was standing between the two Weasleys, took both of their hands, guiding them to the desk. Leaning
forward, the surroundings began to change rapidly.

oOo

When the room finally stopped spinning, Hermione took in her
surroundings. Noticing that Ron was sprawled out on the floor, she bent over and helped him up.

"Are you alright, Ron?" she asked, patting his back to remove the dust. Ron gave a slight nod, indicating that he was
fine. "Have I ever mentioned that I hate these Bloody things?" he asked with a groan, while rubbing his sore bum.

Looking around the small room, they noticed Ginny sitting on a small bed, listening intently to a conversation
between a girl with bubblegum pink hair and a boy with emerald green eyes.

Tonks and Harry...

"Are you sure about this, Tonks? I don't want you to come along if you have other responsibilities... " Harry stated as
he ran his finger through his hair, only causing it stick up in more places than before.

Tonks smiled. "Harry, you are my sole responsibility at the moment. The Order told me to keep an eye on you. And
thats what I plan on doing. If it means to disappear with you, then I will. Bill will understand, I promise. Honestly, I
think he only likes me because I can change into whatever he wants. He likes blonds, you know..." she said with a
scowl, shaking her head. "Besides, Bill and I are more of friends with benefits, than anything else."

Harry laughed. "Fine, Tonks. But I want you to talk to Bill before you decide to run off with me and vanish, alright?"

Tonks nodded her head in excitement, making her bubble gum colored hair bounce up and down.

"This isn't going to be a pleasure trip, you know. We have a lot of hard work to do, and only a few months to get it
started.Draco has not yet taken the Mark, but he's been told that he is to kill Dumbledor by the end of the coming
school year. Thats when our plan will start. Dumbledor will 'guilt' him into letting him live, and Snape will come behind
him and finish the job. It will only be a Deep Sleep Potion, so, we'll have to come behind them dressed as Death Eaters
and take Dumbledor's body away. After that, I'll take my cloak and hide. You will find me and take me back to the
Castle. And thats when I leave. Draco and Snape will be accused of killing Dumbledor, so they'll go into hiding. You
will follow them, and I'll meet you all at the house the following day. We have a year to get all the kinks out of the plan,
so I want you to meet up with Dumbledor, Snape and Draco every few days to see if there are any newimprovements.
Understood?"

"You can count on me, Harry! Wow, this is going to be so much better that the half-arsed missions I get from the
Order..."

oOo

Suddenly, the scene changed, taking them from Harry's small bedroom on 4 Privet Drive to the uncommonly quiet
kitchen in the Burrow.

No one had been there when Tonks had received the owl from the Ministry. And no one had witnessed the
young Auror break-down into tears at the news she had just received.

But, they did hear her cries of anguish which let them into the kitchen that day.

"This was during Winter Break last year when Tonks and Bill split up... Just a few months before Harry left, right?"
Ron asked his sister as they glanced around the crowded room.

"Clear out! The whole lot of you! Out!" Bill shouted as he ushered Harry, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasley
family back up the stairs.

After a few long moments of crying, blurry eyed, and red nosed, Tonks had come to a decision. "I'm leaving." she
stated softly. Bill jumped from the seat he had taken beside her.

"What? Why! No, Pinky... you can stay here with us! You know my mother would welcome you here with open
arms!" Bill exclaimed, trying to keep his anger at bay.

Tonk's cringed at the nickname. "No, Bill. I just need to be alone for a while. Not to mention, I have to get my parents
affairs in order... It'll take some time, but I will be back."

Tonks and Bill sat at the table, in silent argument. Apparently, reasoning with an angry Weasley was no easy feat to
accomplish...

"It's my decision, Bill. This is just too much for me to handle right now. I don't want to go back to the Order at the
moment; I'm putting in a leave of absence at the Ministry tomorrow morning. Voldemort just killed my parents, for
Merlin's sake! I just want a year off. I promise I'll be back!" she stated, trying desperately to make the man that stood
beside her understand the situation at hand.

"But you can deal with it all from here! I'll be right here with you!"

"No, Bill. I need to do this on my own..."

"Fine! But, what do we tell my parents? If they know what you really plan on doing. They'll practically force you to
stay.."

"Well then, lets make something up. Call them down so I can leave. I still need to pack a few things before I leave..."

As Bill left the table to gather the family, Ron sighed. "I didn't even know..." he stated, hiding his face in Hermione's
welcoming shoulder.

Ginny couldn't suppress the fit of sniffles, eventually causing her to burst out into tears.

Hermione held both of them close, trying her best to keep her own emotions in check. She needed to be strong for her
friends.

"We treated her like shit, Hermione... when she needed comfort from her friends, we let her down!" Ginny wailed,
angrily swiping at the tears that were falling down her face.

Soon, The Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry were back in the kitchen, looking expectantly at the pink haired girl that
was sitting at the table in a state of total disarray.

Looking at the large group of people that she lovingly called her Second Family, she said the first thing that had come
to her mind.

"I'm pregnant."

Harry stood back, away from the cheering group of red heads, knowing what was about to come, and not wanting to
be in the middle of it.

"Thats wonderful, Dear! Of course, I would have expected you two to marry first, or use protection at least... but
congratulations, child!" Molly stated excitedly, enveloping Bill and Tonks in a tight hug.

Pulling away from the rambling woman, Tonks lowered her head, trying not to let her tears show.

"It's- It's not for Bill..."

You could have heard a pin drop with the silence that followed.

After a few seconds, Molly regained her senses. "Well, thats alright, dear... I'm sure Bill would love it as if it were
his own.." she stated, looking from Tonks to Bill.

"You don't understand, Molly... I plan on marrying the father of my baby. We love each other deeply. I – I just wanted
to tell you all that I was leaving. I've decided to go and live in the Muggle World..."

And thats when all hell broke loose.

The entire kitchen was in a state of chaos... Yelling and cursing... things being broken... And Tonks just stood there
and took everything that came her way.

oOo

Again, the scene before the three Gryffindors changed.

They were now outside of the Weasleys house with Tonks and Harry sitting on the lawn.

"You don't have to do this, you know. The plan can go on without you if you really do need to be alone." Harry had
stated, idly pulling at the grass.

Tonks smiled. "I lied. I need something to do, besides morn over my parents. They wouldn't want that. I need to keep
busy or I might do something stupid. Like walk in front of the Night Bus.." she said, trying to bring the humor back
to the air around her.

Unsure of what to say, Harry just nodded. And, before he could process the movement, Tonks has thrown herself at
Harry and began to cry into his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Tonks... It'll be alright... Just remember that I'll always be here for you. Always..."

Before any of them could even open their mouths, the scene began to fade.

oOo

In a heap of arms and legs, the three friends found themselves back in the Headmistress' Office, sprawled on the floor
before the large wooden desk.

Immediately, Ron and Ginny untangled themselves and got to their feet, looking directly at Rile. Taking a few steps
towards the Professor, Ron asked "Tonks...? Is that really you...?"

With a single nod, the illusion looked like it was melting away, starting at the head and ending at the toes.

Vibrant Pink hair was the only thing the Headmistress noticed as the two young Weasleys pounced on the poor girl.

Staggering backwards from th sheer force of their impact, Tonks made a small squeak of surprise.

"I'm so sorry, Tonks! You should have told us what was going on! I feel like such an arse!" Ginny wailed, gripping
the older girl in a tight embrace.

Ron simply agreed with his younger sister. "We would have understood, Tonks. You didn't have to do what you did!
You have to talk to mum! She's been nutters ever since you left that day..."

Hermione, ashamed about what she had told Tonks just a few hour ago, stayed back.

"But, what about Harry? I thought we were going to find out where Harry has been..." Ron said, Drawing the attention
away from the blushing pink haired girl.

"Ah, yes... Harry Potter... Well, he's around..." Albus stated with a twinkle in his eyes.

Amongst the commotion over Tonks, Harry had dropped his Illusion, and stood in the back of the room, waiting to be
noticed.

Ron quickly scanned the Office.

There, in the corner was none other than Harry...

All it took was four long strides for Ron to reach his friend.

And punch him squarely in the jaw.

"What the Bloody Hell did you think you were doing, running off like that! McGonagall couldn't even track you!
Where the Hell have you been!"

Harry, who was holding his injured jaw, didn't have time to reply.

"I get it now! Harry, you were Jynx! Obviously, Draco was Snitch... Tonks was Rile and... and... Dumbledor was
Balus!" Neville shouted, excited that he had figured it out.

"Professor, why did you fake your own death? You're the only one that Voldemort fears. Without you here, he could
have destroyed the school and everyone in it..." Hermione pointed out, ignoring Neville's outburst.

"Ah, yes. I may be the only one that Tom fears, but Harry was the only one that Tom was looking for. Since Harry
had left the school, It was perfectly safe from Tom Riddle..." Dumbledor explained patiently.

"So, you planned the whole thing. Draco trying to kill you, Snape doing it for him, your death and Harry's leaving...
Am I right?" Hermione asked, trying desperately to make the pieces fit.

"Ah, that's where you are wrong, my dear... It was not my plan, but Harry's..."

At that, everyone turned to face the black haired boy.

Shrugging his shoulders carelessly, he replied "I was tired of being everyone's pawn in this war. It was my way, or no
way. For once, I was in charge of my life, and everyone became my pawn in my plan. Well, I guess I should start at
the beginning... It all started when I got a letter from the Ministry of Magic, just a few days after school let for the
Winter Break of Fifth Year..."

:Flashback:

"Boy! I thought we agreed that your bloody bird could be free only if he went flying at night!" came a shrill cry from
the bottom of the stairs.

"But, Uncle Vernon, This isn't even Hedwig! It's an Owl from the Ministry!" Harry shouted back, before slamming
his door shut and walking to his window.

After his Fifth Year at Hogwarts, there had been some noticeable changes on 4 Privet Drive. His Aunt and Uncle had
become more lenient about the chores, took the bars off of his small bedroom window, and even allowed his owl,
Hedwig, to roam the streets at night.

After taking the letter from the bird, Harry opened the window, letting the Owl out.

'Why would the Ministry be sending me a letter...?' Harry thought to himself as he sat on his bed. Opening the letter,

Harry was more than surprised at it's contents...

"Dear Harry Potter,

I sincerely hope that this letter finds you well.

At the beginning of your winter break, a new Prophecy's been uncovered.

You may come to the Ministry of Magic on the Sixth day of June to review it's contents.

Until then,

-Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic"

"A new Prophesc? Tomorrow? Who the Bloody Hell do they think I am! Harry Potter- Oh, that right. I am Harry
Potter! The-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Bloody-Die!" he stated with sarcasm.

Rolling his eyes and sitting at his small, shabby desk, he picked up a quill and began to write a letter to Dumbledor,
asking him to come by the next day and take him to the Ministry.

Releasing Hedwig from her cage, she immediately took the letter that he was holding out for her.
"Take that to Dumbledor, Hedwig. And don't come back until nightfall... Uncle Vernon would have a cow if he knew
I was sending letters in the day time." Harry stated as he once again opened his bedroom window.

As soon as Hedwig had gone, another shrill cry came from the bottom of the stairs.

"Boooy!"

oOo

By seven fifty eight the following morning, not only was Harry awake, but also dressed and ready to go.

The reply he had received from Dumbledor stated that he would be by at eight o'clock in the morning to take him to
the Ministry of Magic to have the new Prophesy read.

As Harry was pacing the length of his room for the hundredth time, a loud crack echoed off the empty walls.

Dumbledor had arrived...

"Come now, Harry, don't linger. You have a Prophesy to be read!" The old man exclaimed. Taking Harry by the
shoulders, he smiled "Are you ready, then?"

"Yes, Professor. Let's be off..."

"Right, then." And with that, another echoing crack filled the room.

"We're hear about a Prophesy." Dumbledor stated to the bored looking receptionist as soon as they had entered the
Ministry.

"Names?" the woman asked, eying Harry all the while.

"Harry Potter."

"Your reading is in ten minutes. Third floor, seventh door on the right. Better hurry, or they'll have to postpone the
reading. You're not the only one with a Prophesy to be heard, you know." she stated idly as she turned back to the
book she had been reading.

Heading off in a sprint, Harry and Dumbledor made it to the reading in less than nine minutes. A walk that should
have taken at least half an hour.

"I'm here to have a Prophesy read." Harry stated as he entered the large room.

An older man sitting behind a small desk glanced up from a stack of important looking papers. "And you are Harry
Potter?" he asked.

Harry nodded his head. "I am."

"Yes, yes... Well then, have a seat, have a seat! I don't have all day, you know." the balding wizard stated, indicating
two chairs that hadn't been there a few moments ago.

"Now, Is the second person involved in this Prophecy attending this meeting? A Miss Hermione Granger?"

Harry gave a start. 'Hermione? What did she have to do with this?' he thought to himself with a frown.

"I'm sorry, she was not able to come today. But she will be free tomorrow, if that is convenient...?" Dumbledore asked
with a slight twinkle in his blue eyes.

The Wizard before them frowned. "No, I'm sorry. I was ordered to destroy this Prophecy as soon as it was read today.

"Well, the girl will not be here today, so you may as well continue. We will relay the Prophecy to her." Dumbledore
stated with a small smile.

"If that is what you wish..." Standing from his desk, the wizard turned to his left and scanned a long shelf. Filed under
the Prophecys that were to be read today, he carefully removed one in the middle of the second shelf, then sat back in
his chair.

"Are you ready?" he asked, and without waiting for a reply, he continued.

"'And so shall come a time of peace before the final battle.

If you bide your time to gain allies with the Brave, the Cleaver,

the Ambitious and the Loyal, your cause will soon be known as Dumbledoer's Army;

Led by The-Boy-Who-Lived and The-Girl-Who-Wouldn't-Let-Him-Die.'"

:End of Flashback:

"After that, I decided to leave Hogwarts and train in Defense Against the Dark Arts with a few... Private Tutors.
Dumbledore and Snape agreed to help, Draco needed to get away from the Death Eaters because his father was
pushing him to take the Dark Mark and Tonks... well, she just came along for the ride..." Harry stated.

Everyone was silent.

Until...

"But, why didn't you tell us! We would have helped you too!" Ron shouted.

Harry sighed. "I didn't want to take you away from your studies. You wanted to be an Auror, Ron. You needed to be
in school. They only accept top marks. And Hermione, well, She would have nagged constantly about not being in
school!" he said with a laugh, showing Hermione he was only joking.

"But Harry! You wanted to be an Auror too! What about your schooling?" Ron countered with agitation.

"Please, Ron! I'm going to defeat 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'! They'd take me no matter what!" Harry said, a hint
of disdain in his tone.

"The Prophecy... Harry, it was about me too! Why wasn't I informed!" Hermione questioned, clearly hurt at being
left out.

Again, Harry sighed. "Dumbledore received your notice from the Ministry. He didn't tell you because I asked him not
to. I had a feeling that you would start up the DA again when I planned to leave, so I didn't think it would change
anything. And since you have started the DA once again, it doesn't matter. You've already accomplished what I was
planning on doing. Uniting the Houses. The new Prophecy is nearly complete..."

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AN: Well, I hope you truly enjoyed this chapter! There are only a few more to go, so keep an eye out for the next one!