Now, mind you, the dreamless sleep potion was gifted with that name for a reason. It was designed to propel the user into an almost instantaneous sleep with out dreams. The dreamless part is especially important; it is usually used to help protect some one who has just been through a trauma, which is why young Harry Potter is given the potion so often.

Now, Dumbledore had a particular reason in mind when he gaveGinevra Weasley the potion two nights in a row. It was especially worrisome how lately she'd been having a tendency to not wake up for many hours while dreaming. The first time it took hertwenty-four hours to wake up from the dream, and she extinguished all the fires in St. Mungo's. The second time she woke up aftertwelve hours, without too much trouble. But then again, the hospital wing was warded for accidental magic. And for the entire time that Young Virginia slept, Dumbledore was lostthought. He knew Ginevra's magic was surging, and she was only fiftenn. By the time that she was twenty, she'd be more powerful than him. Such power could be overwhelming for a young person, and dangerous, if you were ahead of your peers. There was only one thing that could be done and for that he'd have to call Minerva.

Ginny woke up near breakfast time the next morning. She got out of bed, and oddly enough, her clothes were lain out on the bed. The clothes were basic, just ones that she had transfigured- a pair of black jeans, and a black halter-top. When she was dressed and washed she went out into the office. As she entered she noticed that the old man was just finished talking to someone who appeared to be Minerva McGonagall- the head of her house.

"Ah, sit down young Ginevra." Ginny complied by sitting down; once again she didn't say a word. "You must be wondering what you'll be doing this week. Well, we're going to start preparing you for the sixth year, instead of you entering the fifth. By the end of this week, you'll be taking your OWLS, and then by Monday you'll be ready to enter the sixth year." "

Sir, I was wondering, could I keep my room? I mean, there's always been an extra room and all, and I've grown accustomed to sleeping in it alone." "

That was the next topic we were going to broach, the subject of your room. Technically, you're still only in your fifth year. The first thing we have to do is contact the school governors. There hasn't been a student moving up or down a year in a long time. Not since I first became headmaster. We're in the process of calling a meeting, and it should take place by next Monday. So all there is to do is wait. But because you will be younger than the rest of your classmates you get to keep your room."

"So this whole moving up years isn't guaranteed yet?"

"Well, once your situation is explained, I can practically guarantee that you will be moved up a year, but it's mostly just a formality. We need to get it in writing. There are many ways that people could challenge your new position. For example, Lucius Malfoy is very influential. Even though he is being searched for by aurors, he still has supporters, especially in the non-active dark supporting families. Families like the late Sirius Black's. You know all about the blood labels and such, so I'm not going to explain it to you. Do you have any questions, Miss Weasley?"

"Yes. You say non-active dark supporters. Why do they not act if they support what Voldemort is doing?" "

Because, Miss Weasley they consider themselves above the fighting and killing. They merely support, not fight. Other families in the aristocracy prefer to fight for what they believe in. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, but I am still confused. One would have to wonder how strong their emotions are on that topic. If they're not willing to fight for what they believe in, what's the point? I mean, look at you, you directly oppose Voldemort, and you're still fighting, at the age of 160!" After realizing what she looked kind of nervous. "No offence intended sir."

"Now, that's okay Ginevra. It's common knowledge how old I am. And I would love nothing more than to have this debate with you, but we don't have time. We have to prepare you for the leap in year. Now, I will be teaching you all subjects. The new classes don't start until you go back. Now I believe that you are taking Combat and Delving Into The Dark Arts. Now, the same teacher teaches both these classes. And as you know there areeight classes in a day, four before lunch, andfour after lunch.

You have classes everyday, and they will take up an entire half of the day. Your other classes will be potions, charms, transfiguration, history of magic, and herbology. You will have a double period of these classes everyday. But back to my original point, you will not need the teacher to help you. I fear that I am rather behind in my Combat and Dark Arts wasn't my strong point in school. We will have a strict schedule. The potions levels aren't really much different, but you have four days in which to learn a year. We'll be very busy for the rest of the week."


Meanwhile back at the Riddle House in Little Hangleton, there was a Death Eater meeting. Now, in the inner circle, there were several gaps. Many of the inner-circle had been arrested, or they had been killed. The pursued were there, Lucius Malfoy, looking quite rumpled and not at all like he usually did, Crabbe and Goyle were also there. Standing on either side of him, like bodyguards. Then there were the pursued in his care. The Lestranges, McKinnon, and various other unimportant people. Yes, the man who used to be called Tom Riddle enjoyed keeping Bellatrix Lestrange close to him.

There was a particular reason all the inner circle had been called here, during the day. Meetings were usually during the night, late afternoon was the earliest. It was just after 11, and there was a meeting. Voldemort sat on a throne, and the circle stood.

"There is a spy in our midst."Seemingly unnoticed by the Serpentine man, a delicate shudder ran through the circle.

"One person, who has been part of the circle for years." Another shudder went through the circle. "A man from an aristocratic family. Whose father was a trusted advisor before his death." No shudder this time, just tangible fear. Everyone was terrified.

"I didn't discover the spy until recently, but the next time no one will be this lucky."
Obviously the man's thought was that the one would step forwards, proclaim his guilt, to plead for mercy. But this wasn't happening, and the man was getting even angrier.
"None steps forward? Not able to proclaim where your loyalties lie? I'm not very convinced that you truly believe in what you fight for. Malfoy!"

The blond stepped forwards and bowed. "Yes, milord?"

"Who do you think is the spy?"

"Severus Snape, milord."

The dark lord stood, and walked towards the man. "Now Lucius, why do you think that Severus Snape is the spy?"

The man shuddered. "Because, Milord, he would have the most reason to."

"You think that I have been hard on Severus, Lucius? That I have done something to make him betray me?"

"No Milord. I merely think that working for that muggle lover Dumbledore has made him soft. That Dumbledore has poisoned his mind against the true cause."

"And you would be correct in assuming that Severus Snape is the spy. Now let me tell you a little story. A story of my triumph. I had noticed that Snape was always anxious to leave the meetings after they ended. When we meet here, like we most often do, people socialize afterwards. Now, his anxiousness to leave was suspicious. Why would a loyal servant of mine not want to stay after a meeting? Why not revel in the glory that we will soon be rid of Dumbledore, and Potter? So I did something I do not often do- I used one of my powers on a member of my inner-circle. And alas, how disappointed I was to find information of his betrayal. Severus Snape is a powerful man, a useful asset to our cause; it will be a shame to kill him. But disobedience and betrayal cannot be tolerated. Severus Snape step forward."

Out of the shadows of the circle, a hooded man stepped forwards.

"What do you say to these accusations, Snape?" The man did not answer.

"Answer me! Crucio!"The cloaked man fell, and the skeletal man laughed at the pain.

The man staggered while getting up, but eventually his back was straight. "I do not deny them."

"Then you will have to die. For many years of servitude, I will make it as quick and painless as possible. In death you will send one last message to your beloved headmaster. Avadra Kedevra!"