A/N: I just wanted to say a massive thank you to all my reviewers it's great to know you guys are enjoying my story. Just to say the song (that I do not own) is my favourite song of the moment.

Chapter fifteen; a whispering voice.

"Radiohead"

Wake... From your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today we escape, we escape

Pack... and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before all hell breaks loose

Breathe, keep breathing
Don't lose your nerve
Breathe, keep breathing
I can't do this alone

Sing.. us a song
A song to keep us warm
There's such a chill, such a chill

You can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope your rules and wisdom choke you
Now we are one in everlasting peace

We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke

The solitary laugh whispered through his unconscious mind sending shivers down his spine. Harry heard the sorting hat's cryptic message replay in his head backed up by a spineless laugh. He couldn't place its owner but new that hell would spit them out.

"Harry mate, Harry get up its Monday man time to gooo!" Ron whined from behind the engulfing sanctuary of red velvet curtains Harry was lying in.

"Yeah I'm comin man," he replied sleepily.

Ron and Harry reached the great hall making a beeline for the Gryffindor table and Hermione who was engrossed in the daily prophet.

"So any one we know die?" Ron asked failing to act casual.

"Actually something much worse has happened," Hermione pushed the front page of the daily Prophet in front of them and commenced to read it.

Concerning the hubbub about slayers Ministry officials decided early this morning to talk to Medi wizard, Charles Rain about the subject. Last year he was assigned to young slayer Christina Brocklehurst, who had been abducted and died in his care. It turns out this was no accident.

After searching Charles house for information he would not give them, Ministry Officials found documents concerning Christina's case. Charles seemed to have been torturing Christina along with a normal slayer who wasn't a witch, to see which one lasted longer. In the end he persuaded Dianna Brocklehurst and her younger daughter Faye to take her of the 'medication'.

Christina died that night he says that her own mother authorized her death he says she was murdered by her family. Charles is most defiantly mad and most probably a supporter of you know who.

"Shit, fuck, bollocks and fuck again," Harry breathed.

"Yeah Faye must be distraught oh god and think of her poor mother!" Hermione snivelled.

"I wonder how she's taking it," Ron said looking over to the Ravenclaw table.

Faye was sitting in somewhat of a catatonic state her eyes big as saucers and her bottom lip trembling portentously. Her cousin Mandy was silently crying next to her and Aiden had a strong protective arm round her shoulders, he was mouthing to the rest of their friends too stay away, give her some space.

Abruptly Faye got up as if in trance she stalked out the hall a tear sliding down her porcelain face, she never let people see her cry.

"Shit what are we gonna do?" Tyler said to the assembled group. Everyone shrugged subsequently turning to Deon.

"What I don't know what we're gonna fucking do why can't you guys sort out your own problems for fucking once!" He fumed.

"Jesus man calm down. What's gotten into you lately? First you look like you're enjoying seeing your own arm being fucking cut and bleeding till it bloody shrivels and now you're having a go at us for wanting your advice!" Conroy retorted.

"Yeah Deon you've been in a really bad mood lately and I'm sorry if we ask for your help but that's what friends do they help each other, you have to trust us it's like you have no loyalty's any more," Ginny said sadly.

"Whatever you guys just don't get the fucking point," Deon muttered.

"Can we just have a time out here? We really need to help Faye," Vanessa cried pitifully.

"She's right you lot are being selfish," Aiden said taking Vanessa's hand comfortingly.

Everyone stopped, looking at each other apologetically. No one seemed to have noticed that Kaiya had gracefully slipped away, no one seemed to be noticing her at all lately but she didn't mind that much it gave her more time to strategies her plans.

A thin line of early morning sunlight shed through a gap in a pair of perfectly white curtains. The beam made two thin shadows across the cream rug, one of Lola and the other of her accomplice Faith.

The two young women lay head to tail across Lola's blue silk covered bed. Lola's sleek brown hair was splayed over one shoulder and resting on a crooked elbow, a strand fluttered into her mouth which was making the motions of speech.

"I'm really scared you know that, and we haven't even started this war," she said.

"Yeah we hardly know what it's about, just a few basic facts plus no leads," Faith replied staring blankly at a crack in the white paint work on the ceiling.

"Well when Willow got back she did some more research on Eleanor Malfoy and they found out she had a brother at Hogwarts school. So I guess that's a lead," Lola said as she kicked her legs up towards the ceiling then let them flop down again.

"Yeah didn't she say it was run by some guy at their meeting called mumble-pore?" Faith asked bemusedly.

"OH OH I just had the best fucking idea in the whole fucking world!" Lola shrieked whilst she shot up into a sitting position. "Ok how about we go to this Hogwarts place and ask mumble-pore for some background information concerning Voldywart. Strictly speaking we're not violating the truce they never said we couldn't ask for help."

She seemed very pleased with her self a devious grin plastered over her nicely shaped face.

"But luv we have no idea where Hogwarts is," Spikes contemptuous voice came from the doorway.

"Oh contraire, I think you'll find we can do a locators spell," she smirked at him one eyebrow neatly raised.

Faye couldn't sleep she felt to hot underneath the covers but excruciatingly cold with them of, she rolled onto her stomach and pulled her self up so her arse was sticking up in the air. A perpetuity of thoughts resigned in her mind and she didn't want to think at all.

Masterfully Faye pulled of her covers and jumped out of her bed. She couldn't change the past, but she could forget about if only for a second but it was something. Her bare feet slapped on the cold tiled floor as she padded across one of the many basement floors near Hufflepuff territory.

She new he would be in there he had been many times before back when she tried to tell him to stop but now she new better. A disused (except for storage) classroom was his sanctuary a heaven of peace. For many it was just a good place to shag but for him and now Faye it was somewhere where they could escape.

Threatening shadows loomed over her as Faye stepped into the room. Towers of boxes opposed her rising taller then she ever would be. In a clearing he sat black floppy hair hanging limply over his face and a syringe placed firmly in his hand.

Faye took a deep breath then spoke, "can I have some?"

Conroy looked up shocked until he saw who it was. "I thought you might come, here sit down." Faye gingerly squatted down next to him.

"Give me you're arm," Conroy command a belt in his hand.

"W w what?" Faye asked shocked.

"Well you wanna do this right, if we start talking about it you'll chicken out or start thinking and that's why you're here right? So you don't have to think," Conroy's many piercings glinted in the faint moon light menacing at the same time as mocking her.

Faye looked him right in the eye and held out her arm she felt a slight twinge as the belt tightened around it then a prick and bliss, complete and utter oblivion. No more thinking no more bereavement no more brooding depressed shit she was free.

Dumbledore sat in his office thoughtfully scrutinizing the opened letter in front of him. The pale paper had popped into his office a few minutes previously and he was now carefully re reading it's contents.

It appeared that the young Wicca Willow was requesting his council in a very short amount of time, she had put that as soon as he replied they would either come (by means of the transport she had used to get the letter there) or if he said no then they would stay put.

Dumbledore sighed he had to admit he didn't trust these people but they were bound by magical law not to hurt him and he was oddly curious. He put in his letter that he would prefer if they didn't use the means of teleportation, apparition or any other appearing and disappearing spell but he enclosed some flew powder and his consent.

Tomorrow he would ban teleportation from Hogwarts which must be the spell she was using; he was careless to forget to ban it in the first place. Ten minutes later two men appeared in his office one he new to be Mr Giles and the other was none other than the re soled vampire Angelus.

"Good day sir," Giles said politely.

"Good day or night to be more accurate. Are there are no more of you?" Dumbledore asked.

"No we thought it would be better to come in a smaller group and most of the others wanted to stay home," Giles replied.

"Take a seat," Dumbledore gestured towards two plump arm chairs. "What exactly did you want to talk to me about?"

"We want to know about Voldemort," Angel hissed. Dumbledore looked at them carefully it was not an unreasonable question but he could not give away too much they still may be evil. He decided to just tell them the basic facts.

Dumbledore ruthfully told them of Voldemorts tale how he came to power and how he fell he even told of Harry's long loathsome life. Giles and Angel listened intently and left with sad knowing looks in their eyes. Dumbledore suddenly felt a stab of worry maybe this had been a terrible mistake.