Disclaimer: Once again, Harry is not my creation, but Rowling's. Sigh.

A/N: Whhheee… roller coaster, isn't it? Sorry it's so soap opera-ish. I can't help myself. I hope this chapter helps. Remember that you guys can just ask me if you have any questions, I don't bite. Enjoy.

Chapter 6

"I do not want people to be agreeable as it saves me the trouble of liking them."

-Jane Austen

Castor walked into the room and nodded at himself. The girl looked slightly confused, but sensing the tense atmosphere politely stayed out of the way. "Is it time?" He asked himself, and was answered by the other Castor's lunge off of the box he was sitting on.

"About time I got here," Castor number two mumbled under his breath, and then walked out into the dusty shelves of the library to wait.

The Castor that was left with the cause of Andy's recent mushiness slowly reached under his shirt for the one thing he knew could help. It was a small, shining hour glass that swiveled several times when his fingers moved the dial, and he disappeared into thin air.

He had to save her… what was her name again?

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Harry didn't know what was wrong with his son. He wouldn't eat, and his dark green eyes were staring intently at a very ordinary looking bed pan. Andy was obviously seeing something far beyond the cool metal. "You look confused, kid."

"Huh?" Andy was trying to shake himself back into reality.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in love."

"That's a big word, Dad."

"Who is she then? C'mon tell me!"

Andy smirked when he saw his father's pathetic attempt at a sneaky grin. It was obvious he missed Uncle Ron desperately. His father's emerald eyes had never been able to conceal pain well.

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Draco and Hermione ran into the Ministry of Magicand down the familiar path to the Department of Mysteries where Ron had worked, towards the dusty orbs she remembered in her nightmares. It's got to be here somewhere… it's what the intruders were after, and sure enough they ran to a spot that seemed to be the center of the commotion. Bellatrix Lestrange, at least it looked like her, was standing amongst the pile of rubble in which Hermione was sure her husband was buried. She was trying unsuccessfully to touch a specific murky globe, its label barely legible from hundreds of years of neglect.

"You!" The woman hissed at Malfoy, "We all want to hear the damn thing- See if you can get it!" Malfoy leaned over to the orb… and took it into his hands. This proved it… the prophecy definitely had something to do with him and Emeline. It was slightly warm, and the glass felt thick and slippery from the layers of dust protecting the sphere. He looked at it for one moment- turned to Hermione, nodded, and ran like hell as fast as he could.

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Dumbledore, immortalized forever in his portrait, smiled to himself. It was finally happening. Emeline and Andy had met each other and experienced something beyond the normal human connection.

To the untrained eye it would seem that their condition was what muggles liked to call 'love at first sight.' However, their relationship was so much bigger, so much more than lust and looks. They were twin souls, and their relationship would forever cement the balance between good and evil. Everything he had worked for was coming to fruition.

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While Draco was running like a mad man through the Department of Mysteries, and a somehow young and alive Bellatrix Lestrange was chasing him for the filthy prophecy, Hermione took the opportunity to rummage through the pile of rubble that had once been any number of shelves and spheres of hazardous glass.

"Ron?" Hermione had fully accepted Ron possibly dying for the Order, for the ministry, for any number of things. But that was before he actually did die. She couldn't help it, but a faint glimmer of hope that he was still alive despite everything that had happened glimmered in her heart, and pulled sobs into the back her throat. 'Aren't soul mates supposed to know, to feel the moment their love dies? Why didn't I feel him go! He could still be alive… but maybe,' Hermione started sifting through the rubble more furiously, screaming after her lost husband. 'Maybe he wasn't my soul mate after all.'

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Castor had read about the prophecy somewhere. He was trying to tell Emeline (he had finally asker her what her name was) about it, but he couldn't name the book. He also didn't know the exact wording of the prophecy; he hadn't memorized it when he came across it. Mom had always been a little wary about his interest in prophecies. If the stories she had told him about her Divination class were even a smidgen true, however, Castor could understand why. "It was something about two mortal enemies coming together through their kids. The prophecy has been around for centuries, and the only clue the wizarding world has been able to extract from it so far is that the two children would be so magically powerful their relationship would unleash an 'ultimate power'. I think I know who those kids are."

"And what does all this have to do with me?"

"Everything."