Chapter 15

"Ron," Harry knowing full well the color had gone from his face "Where are the girls?"

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Ron who had been going through his sack trying to find something that would revive Inuyasha, looked up with the same amount of alarm on his face. The water bottle he was holding squeezed so hard from the pressure of his hands that the cap flew off and hit Inuyasha in the nose. If that hadn't woken him up then the water that drenched him definitely did.

"What the hell!" The hanyou blinked and shook his head in a very dog-like way. When he finally looked at the other two surrounding him; "What are you to looking at, what's the matter anyway?"

"The girls, um Kagome and Hermione, we don't know where they are." Harry said a painful lump coming up in his throat, this had happened too many times to him and he wasn't going to let it happen again.

Before he had even finished his sentience Inuyasha got up and stalked off to the forest. When he got to the tree edge something odd happened. He seemed to walk into an invisible wall and the wall threw him back. He was sent flying a few feet, at which when he landed he got up and walked to a different spot but right when he was about to step through the trees he was thrown back again. Dispite the comic look about his actions Harry wanted to join Inuyasha just to try and do something and not think about how they had lost Hermione and Kagome.

"This could take a while." Ron said to Harry as Inuyasha got back up and started at the wall again. This time Inuyasha took his sword and starting to brandish it. The wall threw him back so far he flew though the flame barrier and vanished. Ron and Harry ran to where Inuyasha disappeared. They were able to see a figure stand and shake again in a very dog-like way and they knew they found him.

They weren't able to tell if Inuyasha was facing them or not, but they could tell the figure was looking around in awe of what was surrounding him. He then raised his sword and started running until the two boys could no longer see him. Without wanting to wait Harry looked at Ron who nodded and both of them walked through the barrier.

What Harry saw was nothing at first but then he stopped walking and everything became clear around him. He was standing in the very same graveyard that Cedric had died in three years ago. There were granite tombstones surrounded him but there was no sign of Ron or of Inuyasha. Harry wanted to call out to them, but the second he opened his mouth a body fell on his right side. A quarter of a second later something else fell on his left side, on closer inspection he looked at it and it was the Triwizard cup. Harry's eyes widened in realization of what happened. The body to his right stood up and walked over to him.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.

"Nope," Harry said just as he did three years ago. Not waiting for anything else Cedric started to speak.

"Wands out, d'you reckon?"

"Yeah," Harry said following the dialogue of the past.

They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.

"Someone's coming," he said suddenly. Remembering what happened next, he threw all of his weight onto Cedric and both went tumbling down behind gravestones. Before Cedric could complain Harry put his hand over his mouth, "stay quiet," he hissed in Cedric's ear.

Knowing his scar would start hurting the second Voldemort would appear prepared to aim his curse.

"Diffindo" the giant cauldron spilled but before Wormtail was able to repair the mess Harry said another spell Hermione kept using on his potions. Within seconds all that was left of Voldemort's plan was a cracked cauldron slightly steaming sitting in the middle of the graveyard.

"Potter!" a weak voice yelled across the cursed stones. Seeing no reason why he should worry over a baby he stood from his hiding place hoping Cedric wouldn't follow suit. He didn't see anything out of the corner of his eye so he assumed that meant Cedric was smart enough to not get up.

"Wormtail," the voice wheezed again, "Get rid of the other." Wormtail raised his wand and smashed the tombstone where Cedric was hiding and Harry didn't have to go over to him to know he was dead. He started to take a few steps toward Wormtail but then all went blurry. A wind whipped at the figures around them and they started to blow away.

"Tisk, tisk, you were supposed to pass that one." Said a voice that sounded exactly like Dolores Umbridge over Harry's head; "I will give you two more chances."

The wind started to die down around Harry and he heard shouts and screams all around him. A death eater was charging at him but before he could do anything;

"AARGH!" Neville had come lunging out of nowhere: Unable to articulate a spell, he had jabbed Hermione's wand hard into the eyehole of the Death Eater's mask. The man relinquished Harry at once with a howl of pain and Harry whirled around and gasped "STUPEFY!"

Harry looked around him and knew that he was in this place only a year ago. Before thinking of anything he looked at the Prophecy in his hands and threw it as far as he could and as far away from all of the fighters. Everyone seemed to be there, everyone including:

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled over the crowd. Within the split second that he called out his godfather's name the man turned and looked away from the fighting. In that moment a Death Eater aimed a curse and the green light hit Sirius in the back, he fell forward and lay on the stone no more than a few hundred yards away from Harry.

The wind swept up again before Harry could reach Sirius his body and the stone surrounding him was gone.

"Oh I thought you would have wanted to save him!" The voice giggled over head, "Oh well," it sighed "I guess you will have to try this one."

Harry opened his eyes and realized he was flying, looking around him he saw the man he had wanted to see over any others.

"Sir?!" Dumbledore turned to him and gave him a serene smile.

"Harry, I know with I may not seem myself but I can assure you I am." He smiled again and turned his broom to the Astronomy tower.

"NO!" Harry yelled surprising not only Dumbledore but also himself, so much that he almost fell off his broom. "I mean that if there is any fighting then we should go through the main gates rather than land on the tower." Harry was grasping at straws, but anything from keeping Dumbledore off that tower.

Dumbledore frowned but then turned his broom toward the entrance hall. Feeling relieved Harry followed him. Before Dumbledore reached the doors the familiar wind came and blew him away.

"NO!" Harry screamed, but it was unable to be heard over the howling of the breeze surrounding him.

"Well, you got lucky that time, but how about this one?"

He was flying again and but this time it was day outside and there were thousands of screaming people down below, but he could hardly tell because of the rain that was pounding down on his back. Harry knew this Quidditch game almost instantly, this was in his third year and he was about to encounter hundreds of Dementors.

"Expecto Patronum!" He said quietly shooting the silver stag downward towards the field. In the next second he heard the screams and the shouts of the teachers. He could hear his mother screaming in his head but it was deafened and the familiar cold was lessened. Waiting for the wind to come and take him away, the voice to scold him nothing came. He opened his eyes and there was the golden snitch right in front of his nose. He grabbed the tiny, wet, struggling ball and held on with all his might.

Harry lived out the rest of his third year day in the common room shouting and celebrating. It was fun to see how tiny Ron and Hermione looked compared to his seventeen year old self. He was finally starting to enjoy himself when the familiar voice rang out over the common room.

"I think that is enough time for you now." The voice sounded disgruntled, angry that Harry hadn't resisted the urge to grab the snitch.

Everything darkened and before Harry could blink he was somewhere else. Where that was, he had no idea. He recognized it vaguely but had no idea what it was. It was night again, and he was standing outside a house that seemed like he had lived there his whole life, but it wasn't Privet Drive.

One glance at the street sign told Harry exactly where he was. Without even thinking he ran up the stone steps to the door and knocked on it.

The man that opened the door was just a little bit taller than Harry but the likeness was unmistakable. Harry was unable to breath.

"Dad?" he whispered when he was finally able to get air into his lungs. The man looked confused for a few moments and then he seemed to recognize the likeness he shared between Harry and he.

"Well you should probably get inside." He said opening the door a little farther. "I don't know whether I should trust you, but I know that you aren't a muggle." Harry looked confused, but his father pointed "I know these are dark times but you shouldn't hold your wand just at your side, friend." He patted Harry on the shoulder and steered him inside.

They went down a narrow hallway one side of the wall was covered with smiling and waving pictures, of a young mother, of a small baby, and a few with the entire family together. The other side of the hall had a staircase traveling upwards, Harry could hear a faint whisper of a music box and a woman singing a lullaby.

The man turned him the other way into a cramped living room. The space was occupied by one other person. Dumbledore looking exactly the same from Harry's last vision stood to greet the two men who entered. Dumbledore's eyes traveled over Harry and rested on his scar as every other person in the wizarding world did. Harry glanced nervously around taking in everything around him, this was his house, he actually lived here.

"I am truly sorry James, but I am afraid I must be off." Dumbledore stated, he was about to brush past them but Harry stopped him.

"Wait," he said grabbing Dumbledore's arm, "What's the date?"

"July 30, why?" Dumbledore looked at the young man holding on to his arm quizzically.

"How old am I, no wait," Harry tuned to his father "your son, Harry, how old is your son?" He started to speak faster his blood starting to turn into ice.

"He'll be one tomorrow." James said with a hint of pride glowing in his voice, but as soon as it had come he started to grow fearfull, "how did you know—" before he could finish, Harry cut him off.

"Voldemort is coming, tonight, probably at midnight." He turned to Dumbledore noticing that his grip on the man's arm had tightened, he lessened his grip but didn't let go, "Professor, the thing, Sibyll Trelawney predicted, it is going to happen tonight." Dumbledore looked straight into Harry's eyes and Harry stared straight back.

"Harry?" He said quietly.

"Yes." Harry decided that there was no reason to not tell his old headmaster the truth. They stared at one another for a moment longer and then Dumbledore broke into action.

"James, get Lily and Harry and meet me downstairs as soon as possible, we're going to get you to the Order right away." As James ran upstairs, Harry wanted to follow but it was Dumbledore's turn to grab his elbow. "I don't know who you are, but how do you know what Sibyll told me three days ago?" Harry looked down at his shoes before he could think of anything to say his mother and father were coming down the stairs, his mother was carrying a blanket and underneath was ……

"Ah, Lilly, I hope that this isn't too much of an inconvience, but this young man has some interesting news we must listen too. But before he says anything we must be off to the Order." He then opened the door and steered the three out the door. As they turned on the street they were met by a hooded figure. But before they could do anything an arrow came flying out of nowhere and hit James squarely in the chest.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" The Umbridge-like voice screamed through the air. Seconds later Harry was standing in the middle of the deserted forest, trees fallen all around, Ron was standing a few feet away was nursing a black eye, and Inuyasha was kneeling behind him his sword moving in an upward motion as if he was stabbing an opponent above him.

The night was all around them, the expression Ron was wearing was the same on Harry's and Inuyasha's, they all looked stunned but before they could do anything people were yelling out their names.

"Ron!" Hermione ran over to Ron but before he could back away she hugged him.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome did the same as Hermione and ran to embrace him. Ron and Inuyasha seemed dumbfounded at the girls reaction but they soon got over their shock and hugged them back.

Harry stood alone gazing at the ground below him, I saved them, I made a difference, but I couldn't save Sirius or Cedric. He wondered if he actually had saved his parents, and he had saved Dumbledore, his heart rose he would be going home to a mother and father, he would be able to return to school and see those half-moon spectacles smiling down at him. Without thinking he reached his hand up to his forehead. And in that freezing moment when his fingers made contact with his scar he knew that they were all still dead and they were going to stay dead.

He sighed and looked at the couples near him, but as he was looking around he saw something shining next to his right foot. It winked at him as if it were telling him to bend over and pick it up. But if anything had taught him in the last few hours he knew not to just reach out and grab whatever it was on the ground.

As he got closer he saw that whatever it was was blue and bronze. It was a small thing, no bigger than the size of his fingernail, Harry was surprised that he even saw it, the stone was covered with dirt and mud. The second his fingers brushed the jewel a bright light burned his eyes for what felt like hours, but when he was able to see he saw the jewel had multiplied by a hundred.

The others had finally seen something was going on with Harry. Hermione rushed to his side and sat down next to him.

"Harry, what's going on?" She looked from him to the ground he was staring down at and squealed. "Harry is this another Horcrux?" He nodded, not taking his eyes off the shining jewels. "Why don't you take it?" She reached out her hand and was about to grab a jewel when Harry stopped her.

"Don't you think Voldemort would have some kind of protection against it?" He looked at her quizzically, but she put as his mind at ease.

"Harry, what do you think you just went through?" She looked back at him again and was about to reach and grab one but Harry stopped her again.

"How can you tell which one is which?" He asked her, Harry knew that she was a good witch but he hadn't seen her do any spell to figure out the right one to choose.

"Harry, what do you mean? There's only one there." She looked at him and realization crossed over her face. "Harry! I think you have to grab the Horcrux, you touched it already right?" He nodded, "So I have to help you grab the right one. I mean you said Dumbledore told you that Voldemort counted on the people finding the Horcrux alone so I'm here to help you." She looked pleased with herself and pointed her finger to a specific jewel.

Harry reached out and picked it up only to drop it again, the jewel had grown so hot that he was unable to hold onto it. Before he could see anything the ghost of a woman rose from inside the center of the stone. She turned to Harry and bowed to him.

Her face was noble and strong, her hair pulled back into a difficult knot and her robes were raven black. She seemed about to speak but the moment she opened her mouth a breeze blew her away. The sun rose over the tree tops in a rosy, velvet glow.

Harry picked up the stone and realized it was a broach, it was cold and heavy to his touch but as he turned it over he saw a small R carved into the back.

A note from your author: I know this is a really long chapter, but I didn't really feel like breaking it up, because it wouldn't have been fair. So was this woman Rowena Ravenclaw or was she someone else? I also would like to say when Harry was inside the "bubble" and seeing all of that stuff, the things in italics were direct quotes from the Harry Potter novels all of them by JK Rowling, I DON'T OWN THEM AND I DIDN'T WRITE THEM! Thank you.