Ok, I have finished my exams but I'm sure I'm working for the rest of the summer. (I am not sure, because I took time off to do the exams and I don't seem to have been put back on the rota. I'll be checking tomorrow, when the rota for next week goes up.) Here is the next chapter anyway, and I hope you enjoy it.

I'll start work on Muggle Inconvenience tonight; hopefully it will be up sometime tomorrow. Depending on when I get out of bed and back from shopping (I hate food shopping, but if I don't go I end up minding children.)

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Chapter 14

Homeward Bound

Ryder yawned and rolled over. He had arrived home from spying on the Weasley's only a few hours ago, and when he couldn't find his parents he had wearily fallen into his bed. He'd been tossing and turning ever since. Briefly, he wondered if he would ever fall asleep. Maybe he would, and he just wouldn't know he was asleep? He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled so his face was in the pillow.

When he opened them, he knew he was asleep. Standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. Ryder gasped and reached a hand out to touch his mate, but his hand went straight through Draco; as if he was intruding into a pensive.

"Draco?" He asked quietly, afraid of waking himself up. "Are you real?"

"How did you get here?" Draco asked, just as quietly. He looked around and then back at Ryder. Ryder gasped again as he noticed that they were in Hogwarts. "I want to go home, Ryder. I don't like it here." Ryder reached his hand out again, and rested it inches away from the blond's cheek, as if he was about to cup it.

"I miss you. Rose was kidnapped, but when we find her, I'm coming to get you. Stay safe, my love." He leant forward and attempted to brush his lips against Draco's, but pulled back before they could touch. "I love you."

A second later, Ryder woke up, alone in his bed. He shook his head and sat up. Climbing from the bed, he ran a hand through his hair and pulled on the closest pair of trousers that lay on the floor. "They'll do," he muttered as he left his room.

He literally ran into Lucius and Atticus as they left the Vampyre Lord's study. a small circus of lawyers followed the two men. "Hello Ryder, any luck?" He asked in Romanian.

"Yes actually, Father. Rose is being kept in the attic of the Burrow. The hole the Weasley's call a home. As far as I can tell, only Ronald and Hermione know about her being there. Aberforth was," he swallowed heavily, "hurting her when I left." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Oh and Draco is fine. I can talk to him when I'm asleep apparently. Isn't that spiffy?"

Lucius' head snapped around so fast Ryder thought he heard the blond's neck snap. "Draco?" He asked hesitantly. Ryder nodded. "Thank Merlin." Ryder offered his soon to be father-in-law a small smile. "I take it you know where Rose is?" He received twin nods from father and son. "Mr. Clearway," he snapped over his shoulder to one of his lawyers, "you will help find Lord Lestrange's daughter and take her kidnappers to court, understood?"

"Yes, Sir," he said with a bow. He and his colleges waited until Atticus pointed back at the study, before turning and heading inside. Atticus' lawyers remained behind.

"Why are Lucius' lawyers not bringing Aberforth to court?" Ryder asked confused.

"If Lucius does it, they will think it was made up. Lucius never liked the Dumbledores and everyone knows it. Not many know how much our family despise the Dumbledore clan, though." Atticus said before turning and heading to the study. He needed to get enough proof so he could convince the Aurors to give him a warrant. He needed a lot of proof; everyone knew the Weasleys never did anything wrong. They were so nice it was disgusting. Well, except for the youngest boy!

Lucius led Atticus' lawyers to the dungeons. They stood outside of Fudge's cell and Lucius smirked as the other man trembled in fear. "How did you say Aberforth killed him, Mr. Havre?"

The head lawyer smirked, showing just a hint of teeth, but it was enough for Lucius to know that this man was also a bloodsucker. "Slowly, painfully, bloodily I do believe, Lord Malfoy." He took a quick look over his notes that he made in the study. "Ah, he was Crucioed until he bled, apparently."

Lucius chuckled coldly. "Good. I've wanted to do that for years." He pointed Dumbledore's wand – which had taken him a long while to procure – and with a flash of red light, Fudge began to scream.

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"Malfoy!" Voldemort called angrily. He'd begun to call the boys name ten minutes ago, when for no apparent reason the blond had fallen asleep on his feet. Draco didn't sway or fall to the ground. He stood stock still, with a ridiculous smile on his face, and snored lightly.

"Ryder!" He cried out as Ryder woke up in their real universe. "I can talk to Ryder when he goes to sleep. Is that a mate thing?" Draco asked, practically bouncing in place.

Voldemort sneered. "Don't make a habit of it. People will think you have narcolepsy." Draco shrugged his shoulders and began to walk away. "Now what's wrong with you?" Voldemort asked annoyed.

"Nothing!" Draco muttered and kept walking.

"Something is wrong with you. People just don't disappear for any reason, Malfoy."

Draco frowned and lifted his hands up for Voldemort to see. "I'm not disape-" The rest of the word caught in his throat and he let out a terrified whimper as he noticed his hands weren't the same colour as the skin of his arm. While his arm was its normal pale white colour, his hands were transparent. He held them against his stomach and he could see the patterns of his robe through his hands. He gave a small cry, "I'm disappearing!"

"No shit Sherlock," Voldemort muttered to himself. He just wasn't a people person. "You weren't purified; maybe this is just this worlds way of getting rid of people who aren't meant to be here."

"By wiping me out of existence?" Draco shrieked in fear.

"You'll probably go back to our world." Draco looked so hopeful that Voldemort felt badly for opening his mouth again, and he regretted it once the words were out of his mouth. "Or, you'll be wiped out of existence." Draco broke down in tears. Voldemort winced, and hoped dearly that Malfoy didn't mention this to Ryder.

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Atticus had loaned Lucius his scrying crystals, and with them Lucius began to try and track down Aberforth Dumbledore. He tried holding the crystal over Ottery St. Catchpole, but the crystal practically jumped across the map towards London. With a frown, Lucius turned the page of the A-Z Car Map and allowed the crystal to track the Dumbledore down on its own.

The crystal fell from Lucius' hand involuntarily and landed above Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Lucius frowned, he was sure the building belonged to Ryder now, but, he remembered, no one had handed Ryder the keys nor made him the new secret keeper.

Lucius shrugged and placed the crystal inside the small ebony box Atticus had given it to him in. He left the box and the map on the table and headed back down to the dungeons. Atticus was waiting for him outside Fudge's cell. The man was barely alive, kept among the living by potions and spells. But it was necessary: Aurors had special spells to find out whether a person died where their body had been found. The case against Aberforth would stick better if Fudge died where Aberforth was found hiding.

Entering the cell, with Atticus, they each took hold of one of Fudge's bloodied hands and activated a Portkey. With a pop, Atticus had used Ryder's blood – as Heir to the Black family – to bypass the wards surrounding Grimmauld Place.

The dragged the half-dead man into one of the bedrooms and with a smirk placed him suggestively on the bed. He was practically hanging off the end, bent at the waist with his legs spread. Lucius tied his hands above his head to the end bedposts and his feet were nailed to the floor with a quick whispered spell.

"Shall we make it concrete?" Atticus asked with a smirk, waving a transfigured piece of wood as thick as a wrist. Lucius grimaced at the thought but nodded. While whistling a jaunty tune, Atticus rammed the wood up Fudge's arse, tearing the man badly. Even as injured as he was, Fudge still found the strength to scream long and hard at the intrusion. Atticus vanished the wood, and the spells on Fudge. With a wheeze, the man was finally allowed to die.

Atticus smirked. "Well, now he's a murder, a kidnapper and a rapist. The Dumbledore's were always a nice bunch." He kept whistling as he left the room, followed by Lucius, and searched for Aberforth.

They found the man hidden in the kitchen, actually having squeezed himself into Kreacher's old cupboard. Lucius wrinkled his nose in disgust. His hand shot out and dragged the man from his hiding place by his white hair.

"Tell us where my daughter is?" Atticus asked politely. Aberforth refused to answer.

Lucius kneed him in the groan and the old man let out a gasp of pain. "For my son," he hissed.

"Are you going to tell me?" Aberforth spat in his face. "CRUCIO!" He roared in anger.

"You know, we'll have to heal him." Atticus raised an eyebrow. "Not much of course, after all, Fudge was bound to have tried to fight back." Lucius and Atticus both chuckled.

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In the alternate reality, Voldemort gave a whoop of delight, which wasn't really his fault as somehow Marvolo had taken over his body. And, like every other time Marvolo was in control, Voldemort was extremely embarrassed.

Draco was transparent everywhere but his face and neck by now, and had a blond eyebrow raised in amusement as Voldemort's body, but with forest green eyes, danced around the Headmaster's office. He began to swish his robes around his ankles, before hitching them to his waist and kicking his legs out, trying to dance the Can-Can.

Then, to Voldemort's utter horror, he began to hum 'Saturday Night' and make the hand movements, wriggling his hips and jumping to the right. With a cough, Voldemort took control of his body again, but had lost what little dignity he had with him. He refused to make eye contact with Draco. "Found the journals," he said in way of an explanation.

"Did you, now?" Draco asked. Then he pressed his lips together so he wouldn't laugh. He couldn't wait to tell Ryder.

Voldemort picked up the two journals. Kerrigor and Emmanuel's journals were tucked into his robe pocket and he smiled softly at the amused blond. "We have them."

"Too bad we can't get home." Fate is a bit of a cow really. Draco should have known that. The moment he finished the sentence, his face became transparent and he could only see Voldemort in grey scale. He tried to cry out in fear, but his voice wasn't working. With wide, terrified eyes, he faded out of Voldemort's line of sight.

"Shit," the Dark Lord cursed. He patted his robe pocket reassuringly and nodded when he felt the journals. "We got them."

"We can end this," Salazar growled in Voldemort's mind.

Tom gave him a mental hug and smiled. And Marvolo… "Saturday night and the air is getting hot, I love you baby, hum hummm hum, hum, be my baby, hummm." Voldemort shuddered and tried to block out the sound of a cat being tortured. "Oi!" Marvolo cried, offended.

"Idiot!" Tom whined.

"I couldn't agree more," Voldemort agreed with a chuckle. With a satisfied smile, Voldemort left the Office and tried to find the spot where the portal had dropped them. If Ryder reopened it, chances were it would open in the same place.

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Lucius Malfoy smirked as he looked across the hill at the strange looking building at the other end of the field. The Burrow had more floors than it had originally been built with, much like Malfoy Manor, but unlike the Manor, the Burrow looked as if blind toddlers had pieced it together. He didn't see what Ryder found so fascinating. Maybe because it was small enough not to get lost in? After all, it took three days to find Ryder the time he and Draco got lost at Malfoy Manor. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Lucius turned the face the five Aurors behind him.

"She's in the attic." He said emotionlessly.

One Auror, either brave or stupid, swallowed and said, "is it true? Is Harry Potter engaged to your son?" The others began to practically run down the hill.

"The attic," Lucius repeated as his hands clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. The Auror gave a squeak and ran down the hill, trying to catch up with the rest of his team. With one hand on the head of his snake-cane, Lucius tapped it against the side of his calf as he leisurely made his way to the front porch of the Burrow. "Ah, Weasley Sr." He gave the man a shark grin. "How pleasant to see you again."

Arthur tried hard to ignore the man, but he let him into the house anyway. In the back of the kitchen, Molly Weasley was screaming at the Aurors that were making their way up the stairs. "My precious, sweet Ron would never do anything like that! How dare you?"

"Actually mum," Ginny said hesitantly, "the noises from the attic have been louder than usual." She wanted to be on Mr. Malfoys good side, she supposed, since he was friendly with Harry. Maybe she could tell him really bad things about Harry and Mr. Malfoy would stop Draco from marrying him. Then Ginny could have him!

"That's just the ghoul, Ginny dear." Molly seemed to firmly believe that her son wasn't capable of such cruelty. She wiped her hands on the tea towel that hung from her belt and sighed. "Well they won't find anything, so I may as well get on with making dinner." She noticed Lucius and gaped. "Uh, Malfoy, you won't be staying will you?" She grimaced at the thought.

"No," he drawled with a sneer and a wrinkle of his pointed nose. "I wouldn't dream of it." He sent Arthur another wide grin and the redhead shuddered.

"H-How is Harry?" Arthur asked cordially. The boy may have stopped being friends with Ron, but Arthur had considered him family since before second year. To be honest, he was rather worried about everything that was happening. He wasn't sure if he was worried that Harry wasn't Harry, or because Ron and Hermione didn't seem to understand that. "Sorry, I mean, Ravyn is it?"

"Ryder." Lucius said coldly. "He is well." And that was the most Mr. Weasley could get Lucius to say: at least until the Aurors came down the stairs in a group. One of the five was carrying Rose, bridal style, and she was unconscious. The other four had split into teams of two and were frog marching Ron and Hermione to the front door of the Burrow. "Hmm, what was that Molly dear about you 'precious, sweet Ron'?" He gave them another sneer and turned on his heel, following the strange group that had gone on ahead.

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Meanwhile, another group of Aurors had received an anonymous tip that ex-Minister Fudge had been kidnapped. The caller suggested that check on Dumbledore's crazy brother.

Atticus hung up the phone with a pleased smile. He nodded to Ryder who gave a sigh. "Seesssha sseeeeeessss sshaheeeees shss sseeee ssssessa ssshhhkaass seseshsa saaa resssessha." He chanted in Parseltongue. Magic crackled around him before a bolt of lightening struck the ground at his feet. Atticus tsked and summoned a house elf to clean the scorched spot on the floor. Sufi got straight to work. Ryder watched as the magic began to change shape until a rather long snake was curling around him in midair. "Go." He ordered.

The snake shot through the wall, without leaving a mark, and flew through the air to Grimmauld Place, London. When the snake reached the house it circled Number 11 and Number 13 and with a crack, the snake was gone, and where the two houses had been, another appeared in between them. Number 12 was no longer under the Fidelius Charm.

That proved that Ryder did in fact own the building.

And it was just in time as well. The moment the Charm failed, a group of eight Aurors, as well as Minister Scrimgeour, arrived outside the building and blasted their way in.

The first room they stumbled into was, coincidently, the room where Fudge's corpse was tied up. Three of the Aurors had to leave the room when presented with the sight of Fudge's abused anus seconds after entering the room. Scrimgeour just started muttering about how he was going to be next, while rubbing his hands up and down his arms.

Fudge was untied, after sufficient photographs were taken for evidence, and then the room was checked. The spell proved that Fudge had died here, and been in great pain. The spell didn't specify when the pain was inflicted, just how much; the spell reckoned that Atticus shoving a stick up Fudge's unprepared arse must have hurt a lot. The Aurors winced, but thought that the spell had recognized pain for the extent of Fudge's injuries.

The three Aurors who had gotten sick were forced to wait with the body, against their wills. The other five, along with the Minister – still mumbling under his breath – carried on through the house. Seven rooms later and after having to back track twice because they got lost, the found Aberforth asleep in the kitchen, slumped over a table.

With all of their wands pointed at him, Auror Amelia Bones said, "You're under arrest for kidnapping, murder and rape. You don't have to say anything," – "please don't plan to kill me," Scrimgeour muttered. – "But anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You will be provided with a Wizitor, if you cannot afford one."

With that the other four Aurors seized the old man, and dragged him to the nearest fireplace. They flooed to the Ministry, contacted the other three Aurors, and left Aberforth in a holding cell chained to the floor in case he tried to escape, while they contacted the lawyers of the kidnapped Rose Hammond's father.

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It was almost a week later when Rose was finally allowed out of bed. It was about the same time that Draco began to exist again. As far as the blond could remember he had been wandering around Malfoy Manor like a ghost before floating to Lestrange Manor and finally heading to Hogwarts. It was a long journey for a ghost from Wiltshire to Scotland; a week later, he arrived.

He wandered the corridors like a ghost until he found the identical hall to the one he had landed in, in the other world. He smiled, and then beamed as his hand turned milky white again. It took about an hour for him to look like his old self again. He knew he hadn't been dead, just gone for a while. But he was back now.

He made his way outside, smiling to himself as he felt the sun on his skin. A week was a long time after all. He held his wand hand out and jumped back when a large purple bus sped towards him.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, where to please?" It wasn't the same boy who had picked Harry up before third year. Draco didn't remember his name.

"Lestrange Manor, Wiltshire," he paused before saying, "I don't have any money on me. My Father will pay you on arrival." He didn't wait for an answer. He walked passed the conductor and sat down on a bed.

The bus drove on.

Rose frowned. She stood from the bed and slowly made her way to the door. Her mother and father had come up to the room, along with Lucius, Viktor Krum and Ryder, but a knock at the front door had two of them running down the corridor.

A Malfoy, running! It was unbelievable. She turned towards the window, her father helping her, and smiled. She completely forgave her brother for abandoning her on her recovery bed. Draco Malfoy stood in the driveway, being crushed by Lucius and Ryder both.

Lucius handed money over to the conductor of the Knight Bus, and then proceeded to ignore him in favour of hugging his son. "I thought, oh Merlin, I feared- I was so scared!" Draco smiled sadly.

"Me too!" The younger blond whispered. Ryder stayed quiet, but held tightly to Draco's hand, almost afraid to let go.

When they got back to Rose's room, they found her cross-legged on the floor with a small fire going inside of the trunk that used to contain the diaries. The journals lay in a pile on the floor, and one by one, Rose lifted them and dropped them into the trunk. Then she watched them burn with a smile.

"Shall we try the ritual again?" She asked quietly.

Ryder nodded. He and Rose both headed towards the bathroom. They had to purify themselves again. When the bath was done, they gathered in Rose's room this time and handed the journal with the instructions in it to Atticus. Ryder put the 'skin' on again, in case he was seen, it would be easier to pretend to be a student than it would be to think of a reason for visiting a castle he has no ties to.

"What's that?" Rose asked as she saw the vial in her father's hand.

"Oh this?" He smiled unpleasantly. "I stopped by to visit our dear friend Abby. He was most thrilled to help us out. He even donated this." He wiggled the vial between his fingers and everyone in the room recognized the sight of congealed blood.

He opened the vial and poured it out on his hand, smothering his fingers in the red liquid, before he opened the book.

This time, it was Atticus who was carrying the journal with him. He began to take the people in the room by the elbow and pull them into position, much like Aberforth had done. Rose was stood at the centre of the room again. To the North of her stood no one. Voldemort's placed remained empty. Ryder stood to the South once more, with Lucius behind him. At the East, Atticus lit a black candle, its flame blazed white. To the West, a white candle with a black flame was lit. Atticus stood behind the white candle. Draco was behind where Voldemort should have stood, as Ryder's lover.

"Let's begin." Ryder smirked. "Second time is the charm, and all that."

Rose took up a dagger and cut the palms of both her hands. She held them out to the side, as if crucified, and watched silently as blood dripped slowly down to pool on the floor, forming a circle around her feet by magic.

"Most Ancient, I bid thee, open thy jaws and swallow us whole. Purge this world. Bring forth the other." Atticus chanted. It sounded less ominous coming from his mouth than it did when Aberforth spoke the same words.

The blood that had made a circle around Rose's feet began to rise, until a ring the width of two men encircled her chest. Blood kept falling from her hands to the floor, and rising up until it was at her waist. Another ring formed around her knees. These began to stretch, as if attracted to each other on a molecular level, creating a wall separating Rose from the others in the room. She screamed as the blood began to boil and evaporate until there was no more red liquid there. Instead, a large white portal had appeared.

Somehow, Rose decided, it hurt a lot more the second time.

With a roll of his eyes Ryder stepped through the portal. He turned back twice as he walked, checking to make sure it remained open.

He knew he was in Hogwarts the moment he left the portal on the other side. He took a look around and smiled softly. He was on the fifth floor in one of the corridor's that led to the Charms rooms. He whistled as he made his way out of that corridor and down another one that would lead him to Dumbledore's Office. Hopefully Voldemort would be there.

Except he found someone else first. The woman in front of him was beautiful no doubt. Her long flame red hair flared around his shoulders as she frowned at him, her gem green eyes were filled with anger that made them shine brightly. Her hands on her hips as she tapped the floor with one foot made him nervous.

"Harry James Potter, where have you been?" Lily Potter scolded her 'son'. "You know your father was coming to visit! How dare you waste his time? You know he is very busy!" She sighed and scoffed. "You don't care do you? Of course you don't. You're so ungrateful." She sighed and ran a hand wearily over her face. "Oh Harry, why are you so difficult!"

Ryder frowned, he contemplated telling his… mother that he wasn't who she thought he was, but he decided that conversation would be just too confusing, and he was on a deadline anyway.

Lily carried on, "it's not your father's or my fault that Cedric died, Harry! I know you loved him, and he was a lovely boy and he will be missed, but it was no one's fault but his own. He was warned not to bad mouth the Dark Wizard Hunters, but he wouldn't listen. What were we supposed to do, Harry? Hide him in the basement when Dumbledore came calling? Risk our lives? We were trying to protect you, that's our job. Cedric had his own parents. It wasn't James' nor my fault that Cedric's parents were the ones who killed him on Dumbledore's orders."

Lily started crying. "Why can't you forgive us? We were trying to save you! You are our son, we had to put you before Cedric!"

A drawling voice called out from behind Ryder. Obviously the boy hadn't seen Ryder's face. "Really mother, pouring your life story onto some poor chap. What, did father finally get tired of your 'poor me' speech?" Ryder turned and gaped in shock at the site of Harry Potter.

"You're me!" They said simultaneously. Lily Potter, Charms Professor, fainted.

"Don't mind her," Harry said, "she does that sometimes. She's damaged or something!"

Ryder scowled. He didn't know the woman, but he wouldn't dream of speaking about his mother the way Harry spoke about his. "She isn't damaged!" He argued.

Harry looked over the unconscious form of his mother and shrugged his shoulders. "So she's beyond repair, what of it?" Ryder scowled. "What, are we twins or something? I'm betting they gave you away to focus on me. The one who will bring down the mad man, Dumbledore. I bet they're kicking themselves, they gave away the 'nice' twin."

Ryder backed up, "uh yeah, twins." He swallowed. "Got to fly." He walked – very quickly – down the corridor, away from both Potters.

It was only when he turned the corner of that hallway, did he realize that Harry had been in a Slytherin uniform. He snorted: James Potter probably shit himself when Harry told him. Ryder chuckled and kept looking for Voldemort. He wondered if Draco had run into Harry, and that was why the boy was upset in that dream they shared a week ago?

Never mind, he thought. He sighed a ran a hand over his face as Draco Malfoy in HUFFLEPUFF robes squeaked and tried to run the other way. "I'm his twin, that he never knew about." Ryder sighed. Draco looked over curiously. "Our parents wanted to focus on the one who would defeat the Dark Wizard Hunters."

"Oh, my father was arrested by them. I live with some people, who aren't very nice." Draco admitted quietly.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Draco said. Ryder frowned. This world was a whole year ahead of their own.

"Emancipate yourself. Live wherever you want. All emancipated orphans," he ignored the 'my father isn't dead' line, "or wards of the state are entitled to a settlement fee from the Ministry, with which to start a new life. Plus, get yourself a good Wizitor with the fee, and claim your Malfoy inheritance back." Draco smiled. Not wanting to piss off this nice 'Harry', he just nodded quietly and ran away anyway. Ryder rolled his eyes.

He wondered what Draco would think about… Draco. Confusing thought.

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That Parseltongue thing being in Parseltongue was because I was too lazy to think of a good chant lol.

A Wizitor is a Wizard Solicitor :) Clever no?

Dark Wizard Hunters: if anyone is interested…?

As there were no hosts, Tom Riddle wasn't driven insane by the thought of not having a mate. As he didn't spend forever talking to himself/Salazar, he was actually adopted from the orphanage by a couple. When he went to Hogwarts, he had a relatively pleasant childhood, so he didn't become a Dark Lord. He became Minister for Magic, but since he didn't understand the prejudices of Muggles to Magical children, he sent orphans to live with Muggles/Squibs (like Draco). He meant well.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, went even more insane. He didn't have to worry about the Hosts so he married and had kids. But Grindelward murdered them. He hates Dark Wizards now, and set up the Dark Wizard Hunters to catch them. They're a bit like Death Eaters (only Dumbledore thinks they're working for the light side, the public knows better). Most of the Death Eaters, we know, are in Azkaban for 'murder'. (Lucius was framed, like the others. Dumbledore didn't trust Narcissa so he killed her and blamed Lucius).

Cedric had to die; the story isn't tragic enough other wise. Harry doesn't actually love Blaise. He loved Cedric, but Dumbledore heard the prophecy (you know there has to be one) about how Harry would defeat him and make the world a wonderful place. So he went after Harry. Cedric was defending Harry, and said some things about the DWH and Dumbledore went after him while he was with the Potters. Lily and James stood aside and let the DWH kill him for 'treason'. Harry never forgave them.

Cedric's parents were DWH: Dumbledore had so many people afraid of Dark Wizards that they happily killed anyone he said was Dark. The Diggorys were afraid Cedric was going Dark, so they killed him to save him from himself, or that's how Dumbledore phrased it to them. Parents were made to kill any Dark children they had to show Dumbledore loyalty. (A bit like the Hitler Youth reporting on anti-Nazi parents).

The only reason he didn't want to marry Draco was because his parents would have approved, and that this Draco is gutless and wouldn't piss his parents off enough for Harry's tastes.

Wow I have 166 pages on this fic so far! WOW! And 294 reviews at FFnet! Wicked!