Disclaimer: See Prologue.

A/N: Okay, I've just taken a look at my stats, which has really inspired me. It really makes me happy knowing that even though my writing isn't the best, people still like my ideas! Therefore, I am going to attempt to write a new chapter for the three stories that seem to be in the most demand for me to update. Call this a gift before I have to leave for Mexico on the 24th. I'll be back on the 1st, so you can probably expect an update on either the 2nd or 3rd. And of course, I'll be writing between now and then. Oh, and someone asked if the Heirs were chosen on the same night. Yes, they were. Now, without further adieu.

The Chosen Eight

Chapter Twelve

An Unexpected Attack

Harry walked into the kitchen very cautiously. He didn't know if anyone would be able to tell a difference in him. He knew that the charm Godric had taught him would mask his physical changes, and he would be able to explain away the year's growth and muscle gain that would gradually appear by dismissing it as a growth spurt. But his visit had also changed who he was as a person. He didn't know if he was a good enough actor to keep all of his friends from becoming suspicious.

Luckily, he didn't have to worry about that. All those in the kitchen were focused on the letters that had been left on the table, one of which Hermione was already scanning eagerly.

"Hogwarts letters have come, I see," Remus commented as he stroll in.

Sirius, who was right behind him, just grunted, not being a morning person.

Harry's heart sank at the thought of the classes he would be taking this year. Although he had exceed expectations in Potions, that would not be good enough for Snape, which meant that his dream of becoming an Auror was pretty much shot. Then again, he realized, that really wouldn't matter, now would it? He now had a new destiny to meet, and it saddened him to realize that his choice had been taken away.

'No,' he thought, shaking his head. 'I chose this. I had a choice from the beginning, Godric stressed that fact. And I chose to do the right thing, and I will. And I won't regret it.'

He picked up his letter and instantly realized that it was thicker than usual. He cautiously opened the envelope, learning from his training that some things weren't what they seemed. He carefully emptied the contents, only to discover a shiny badge along with the usual letter.

"Congrats, Harry!" Tonks said enthusiastically, peering over his shoulder. "You've been made Quidditch Captain!"

"Awesome, Harry!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione and Ginny beamed their congratulations to him.

Harry smiled, happy that at he'd have at least one thing for himself.

"Okay, now that you all have your letters and know what you need, you'll have to make a trip to Diagon Alley," Molly stated. "Kingsley and Tonks will take you. I expect you all to behave for them." She looked long and hard at all four of them. "And stay together!"

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The pale, blonde beauty walked determinedly through the corridors of the Ministry of Magic. This was the way it had to be. She was the only one who could do this, they knew that. They also knew that there was no way she'd get away with it. In their eyes, she was sacrificing herself for their wonderful cause. But she wasn't. She was doing this for her son, the child that she loved without knowing how. She was the only way they could get to him, so she had to remove herself from the picture. However, that was easier said than done. She couldn't have simply killed herself, they would have come after him for compensation. They would have known she had done it to get out. This was the only way.

Everything had been taken from her. Her prestige, her family, her friends, her husband— all for the cause. Well, it would not take her son! She would not let it! If people were going to get hurt in the process, so be it.

"Mrs. Malfoy, the Minister will see you now."

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After all their supplies had been bought, Kingsley and Tonks gladly took the four to Fred and George's shop, a place where they themselves were very eager to see. However, instead of the merriment they expected to find, they were quickly ushered into the backroom by a very pale-faced George.

Without any preamble, he stated the awful news. "Headquarters had been attacked."

Tbc…

Maybe I should wait a few days before posting the next chapter… Keep you all in suspense… You better review. :smiles evilly: