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Author's Note: A new chapter, just for you! hehe. I decided to update now, because I have no idea when I'll be able to update again.

There was a question as to why they would obliviate Dumbledore. I couldn't find it when I went back to look for it, so this answer may change, but not everyone needs to know about the future. There are only certain people they were supposed to tell. That was also part of why they showed up in disguises. Dumbledore didn't need to know they were from the future, only the Marauders and Lily. Dumbledore knowing happened because of Voldemort coming back, nothing else. If Voldemort hadn't come back, Dumbledore wouldn't have been directly told. They could obliviate him if needed for this reason. And yes, they will go back to a changed future. Their memories aren't changing, however, because they're just that: memories. They're what has happened to that group. In the time they're in, their school years are the future, so they don't know anything more about them than anyone else.

Now that that's out of the way, on with the story!

Heart's Desire

Chapter 7

-----Ginny's Point of View-----

"Perhaps I misheard you, Miss Anderson," Dumbledore started.

"It's Miss Lovegood," Luna interrupted.

"Miss Lovegood," Dumbledore continued. "You couldn't have really said you were from the future."

"Of course I did. Why would I lie when I don't have to?" Luna asked bluntly. That's what I've always liked about her. The ability to be brutally honest when necessary.

"Why have you lied to me this far?" Dumbledore returned. He had a point.

"Sir, would you like to give me Veritaserum?" Harry asked.

"You know as well as I do that can be over-ridden by an accomplished Occlumens or a powerful wizard. I believe you are both," Dumbledore said.

"So use it on one of us," I suggested. "We're absolutely rubbish at Occlumency."

"I believe that you're very powerful as well," Dumbledore said. "I know that Alastor Moody told me before he left that I had to make sure to get you four-" he motioned to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. "-on our side as soon as possible. It's also been reported by every teacher that you have had today that you all seem to be at levels far above the rest of your year."

"Alright, then use Legilimency on one of us," I continued. Dumbledore seemed to think about that for a moment, and then nodded.

"Which one of you will volunteer?" he asked. I raised my hand before anyone else could. "Alright, Ginny, I believe it is?" I nodded, making eye contact before he could ask for it or anything else. I could feel him invade my mind, and at the same time could feel Harry through the bond. Dumbledore wouldn't find out more than he had to, that was for sure. I saw, projected by Harry, the meeting with Dumbledore before we came back, the landing in the Forest, the first time I saw Order headquarters, not to mention meeting Sirius. I saw the battle in the Department of Mysteries. I saw last Christmas, which, in this time, had yet to come, seeing as it was November. I saw the training from over the summer, and how it had continued into the school year. I saw scenes from every battle from this school year, and felt the horror, sadness, and sickness that I always got when looking at the battlefield after the final curse had been flung. I saw the first Order meeting I was allowed to attend, and felt the pride replace the horror. I saw the first DA meeting.

"Do you believe us now?" I asked as Dumbledore pulled back. I wasn't feeling too good. Having one person in your mind is bad enough, but having two…

"Yes, I do," he was forced to admit. "How did you know one of the Order codes?"

"I told you already. In our time, I'm a fairly important Order member," Harry shrugged. "That's not important. What is important is-" Dumbledore interrupted.

"Mr. Granger, I believe I'll be the judge of what's important," he said.

"First, it's Potter, not Granger." If Dumbledore was surprised by this, he didn't show it. "Second, if you think a second Voldemort is less important than how I became a top Order member, that's your call. Keep in mind that the new Voldemort is much more powerful than the one you're used to. However, if you'd rather have your question answered first…" he trailed off.

"Tell me about the other Voldemort," Dumbledore said, looking extremely worried. "Wait. You mean that he's remained for 20 more years?"

"Not completely," Hermione answered. "There was a 13 year break. In Ministry records, there was a 14 year break."

"How do you know Voldemort is here?" Dumbledore asked. Harry threw the letter across the desk. "Just what does this say?" he asked, staring at the seemingly random arrangement of numbers. And, to everyone in the room but Harry and Hermione, it was.

"Oh, right," Harry said. He pointed his wand at the paper and used the spell he had used earlier to translate the numbers into words.

"Who are some of these people?" Dumbledore asked. "Some I can figure out, such as Malfoy, but I've never heard of Greyback or Wormtail. And who sent this?"

"Greyback is the leader of the werewolves aligned with You-Know-Who," Neville answered. "He has turned more people into werewolves than any other. I'm positive you're seen his work. In our time, he enjoys the taste of human flesh so much that he doesn't wait for the full moon to attack. He's managed to convince almost the entire werewolf population to side with Voldemort."

"Wormtail is the rat who betrayed my parents," Harry said calmly. Uh-oh. A 'calm' Harry isn't a good thing. "He also goes by Peter Pettigrew." Dumbledore's eyes widened significantly.

"I never would have thought it of the boy," he said sadly.

"You and the rest of the wizarding world," Ron said. "Not only did he manage to frame someone else and send that person to Azkaban for 12 years before he escaped, he faked his own death, taking quite a few muggles with him." He glanced at his watch. "We should be going. It's almost time to go to Hogsmeade, and we have to keep up appearances." Dumbledore nodded absently, and we filed out of the room, probably leaving him with more questions than answers.

We came down the staircase behind the gargoyle in time to see four figures dart down the hall. Figuring it was simply students late for Hogsmeade, we really didn't think much of it. That is, until we actually stepped out into the hall.

The prank had to be on a timer. That's the only thing I can think of that would have made it delay until we were all in the hall. Suddenly, we all sprouted feathers of varying colors. Harry's were black and silver. Hermione's was blue and red. Ron's were green and yellow, while Neville's were orange and white. Mine were pink and purple, and Luna's were rainbow colored. I opened my mouth to say something, but, instead of words, a loud 'caw' escaped. Hermione dug in her pocket until she found the candy she had picked up at breakfast. She popped it in her mouth. The feathers didn't disappear, but she could speak. Luna grinned and gave out the candies she had picked up. Soon, we could all speak again, even though we were still covered in feathers.

"Do you think a Canary Cream will work?" I asked as we started walking down the corridors, getting not just a few strange looks.

"It's worth a try," Luna shrugged. She pulled one out of her pocket and took a huge bite. She instantly turned into a bright yellow canary, and then molted almost immediately after. All of the feathers were on the ground, not just the yellow ones. She started sifting through them for ones she really liked while the rest of us split what remained of the Canary Cream. We were all turned into canaries, but turned back minus the feathers.

"How did you do that?" a voice called. We turned around to see the Marauders looking at us in surprise.

"If two or more similar transfiguration spells are used, the last one takes hold and can cancel out the ones before," Hermione responded, sounding, as usual, as if she had swallowed a textbook.

"I didn't know that," Sirius said, sounding surprised.

"Well, now you do," Hermione grinned. "Can we go to the bookstore?" she continued as we started walking again.

The day continued like a typical day in Hogsmeade. That night, however, we were going to hold the first meeting of the new (or is it old?) DA.

Hermione posted a notice on the doors to the Great Hall. It was charmed so only people who wouldn't fight for Voldemort could read it. This didn't mean that people like Snape, who would start out as a Death Eater and turn to the Order, couldn't read it. This also didn't mean that people like Regulus Black, who would become a Death Eater but would try to get out before he died, couldn't read it. It did mean that Peter Pettigrew, who would become a faithful Death Eater, couldn't read it.

We hurried through dinner so that we could get to the Room of Requirement first, and get it set up. We finally finished by the time the first people started arriving.

-----Lily's Point of View-----

I am so excited! Harry, Felicia, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Laura are finally going to teach us more Defense Against the Dark Arts. That's almost all Alice and I talked about during dinner. We heard some others in the hall talking about it as well. The Marauders, minus Peter, looked almost as thrilled as I know Alice and I looked. We finished eating in record time for us, especially since we had barely quit talking long enough to chew and swallow. We hurried up to the seventh floor, to a door across from a tapestry of someone getting clubbed by trolls. I had never seen the door before. We walked inside, and were amazed by what we saw

There, in the center of the room, was a huge dueling platform. Along every wall were bookshelves, filled with a variety of things. Most were books on the Dark Arts and Defense Against them, Potions, Healing, Transfiguration, and Charms. There were lots of silver instruments. There were also all kinds of muggle weapons. I could recognize several kinds of guns, swords, and daggers. There were also bottles of healing salves and potions.

As we entered, we also saw Harry and Ron on the dueling platform, fighting with swords. I quickly noticed that they weren't the same swords as had been used in Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday. They continued to duel as more students filed in, in groups of twos and threes. I was amazed to see some of them there. I never would have thought that Severus Snape would have come, but he was there, along with two other Slytherins, Dorcas Meadowes and Regulus Black. They were the only Slytherins there. That didn't really surprise me. Those three were fairly good friends, and did almost everything together, even though Regulus was two years younger than the other two. There were members of every house there, even if those three were the only Slytherins.

"The first thing we're going to do is get a list of the spells you want to learn. We can teach you quite a bit, and if we don't already know it, we'll try to learn it," Neville was saying. Ginny had walked over to a shelf and grabbed a stack of parchment and quills that I hadn't noticed.

"These are all self-inking," she explained as she passed them out. "Just right down spells you have trouble with or want to learn. Put your year in the top, right corner. We don't need your names, just your years, because next class we're splitting you up by years, unless, of course, this meeting proves that you don't have good enough control and/or aim for that."

For the next few minutes, the only noise was the sound of quills scratching on the paper. Then, apparently Harry and Ron got bored, just like they must have while they were setting up the room before any of us had arrived. However, before anything could happen because of their boredom, the last student handed in their parchment of spells.

"Alright! Now, today we will be using a spell that most of you, if not all of you, know. This will help us gauge your aim and control. Now, pair up, and practice the Disarming Charm," Harry said. There were several groans and moans from various corners of the room.

"How about we make a deal?" Harry continued, ignoring the noise. Almost everyone looked up, interested. "We were going to make the next meeting for next week this time. However, if you all do a good job today, we can make the next meeting tomorrow, and you can start learning some of the things you wrote down." This was met a bit more agreeably, although there were still some sounds of displeasure at having to learn such an elementary spell.

We spent quite some time trying to do the spell. It wasn't as easy as most of us liked to think. Granted, it wasn't very hard, either, but still… While we were doing that, the 'teachers' were walking through the room, correcting stance and how they were holding their wands.

"So," Regulus Black said after the six teachers had declared the meeting over. "Can you duel?" He had obviously heard about the duel in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he just wanted to see it for himself.

"Muggle or wizard?" Harry asked. Regulus looked disgusted that he had even suggested muggle. "Yes, we can all duel."

"How well?" he pressed.

"I'm quite confident that the six of us could take on all of you," Harry said calmly. "And if I weren't positively terrified about the repercussions from Madame Pomfry, we would."

"What makes you so confident?" Amos Diggory asked, somewhat cocky. I really couldn't blame him. I was wondering the exact same thing. After all, we outnumbered them about 30 to six.

"You mean the fact that we have been taught to duel by some of the best, while most of you haven't really been taught at all?" Harry asked. Amos and Regulus nodded, then looked disgusted that they had agreed with each other. "Well, there's the fact that the Gryffindors and Slytherins, or, more to the point, James, Sirius, Remus, Severus, and Regulus, wouldn't get along well enough to work together, where we do. There's also the fact that there are some curses that most of you would hesitate to use, simply because they are classified as 'dark.' I hate to break it to you, but dark doesn't mean evil, it just means that it's more often used for evil. Actually, spells most people consider light could be, too, they just take more creativity."

"Alright, I see your point," Amos conceded. "But how can, say, the Levitation charm be used for evil?" The six at the front of the room seemed to think for a moment. Then, a sinister smirk appeared on all of their faces.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron, Felicia, Ginny, Laura, and Neville called. All but Ginny hit the swords and daggers nearby. Ginny hit Amos, causing him to float high above our heads. All of the knives came flying towards him. Amos was absolutely terrified. He was completely sure he was about to be killed. Suddenly, however, a red light shot out in front of him. The knives clattered harmlessly to the floor.

"That is how that spell can be lethal, even if some wouldn't call that necessarily evil," Ginny said. "Now, same time tomorrow." With a wave of her wand, all of the knives went back to their places.

The next day started out find. However, after the post owls came at breakfast, it was a different story.

"The Dementors have left Azkaban!" Alice exclaimed, reading her copy of the Daily Prophet. The rest of the day, nothing else was talked about. Everyone was absolutely terrified. Even though the paper didn't come right out and say it, it was obvious the Dementors had joined You-Know-Who. When we reached the dueling room, we saw it had affected our teachers, too.

"Today, there's going to be a little change of plans," Ron started.

"Not more Disarming Charms," someone groaned.

"Not unless you want to," Ginny grinned. "I'm sure you'll think this spell is much more useful. Although, it's also much, much more difficult, and really wouldn't be used much if certain events hadn't taken place. Does anyone know what spell I'm talking about?" Ginny asked. Remus, Severus, and I raised our hands. "Lily?"

"That Patronus Charm," I said tentatively.

"Very good," Felicia grinned. "Now, this spell is well above OWL levels. In fact, I believe Harry performed it for extra credit on his OWL exam." Harry grinned. "We really don't expect you to get it first try, or even today, especially you younger ones, seeing as you haven't even heard of it."

"You have to think of your happiest memory," Harry continued. He waited a few moments for us to think of one. "Then speak the incantation, 'Expecto Patronum.' Don't forget about the happy memory! Anytime your ready, go ahead and cast the spell."

We tried and tried, and just for good measure, tried some more. After that, we tried again. By the end of the lesson, almost everyone from fifth year or above could at least get white mist to come out of their wands. A few third and fourth years, and even a lone second year also managed to get mist.

"Now," Harry said at the end of the meeting. "We have a parchment for you to sign, signifying that you have signed up for this club. The poster on the door will remain there. Throughout the year, others may be able to see it, or decide that they want to join. They can approach anyone who adds their name to the list, because they will glow a soft pink to those looking for it. You will not be able to talk about the club with anyone who doesn't ask you first. It's also charmed with a memory charm that will make anyone you have already told forget, and if you leave this room without your name on the parchment, you will forget as well, and not be able to see the poster anymore. I'm sure some of you are thinking that these measures are a little extreme; don't forget that I was raised to fight dark wizards, particularly Voldemort, and know almost exactly what I'm doing, especially when it comes to this type of situation, meaning a Defense club. Now, I'm sure some of you want to know what a real Patronus looks like before we start packing up. Expecto Patronum!" A large silver stag burst from his wand, and started walking among the students.

"Wow," several gasped.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.

"My third year Defense professor," Harry shrugged. "It never completely worked when he was trying to teach me, and didn't work until people I cared greatly about were attacked by a lot of Dementors."

"Who was attacked?" a boy in the back called out.

"That's not important," Harry said, a sad look in his eye. His friends noticed this, as well as a few others in the room.

"Meeting's over. Sign the parchment on your way out," Ron said. Everyone started filing out the doors.

Alice and I glanced at each other before signing the parchment and leaving the room. No matter what it took, we were going to get to the bottom of the mystery.

Author's Note: Well, how did you like it? Be sure to tell me in a review! Don't forget about the romance question, either. I've had a few suggestions, which I really appreciate. Just let me know. Thanks for reviewing the last chapter, and please review again!