Harry and Ginny appeared on the long cobblestone sidewalk that eventually led to Bill and Fleur's unique house. Ginny was rushing towards it, with Harry lagging behind. He wondered why she was in such a hurry.

"Slow down!" he exclaimed.

"We must go," she said quietly. "We have...to get in here...now!"

Harry had no clue what she was talking about, but followed her orders, and quickly walked at the same pace as Ginny.

Without knocking, Ginny threw the door open, pushed Harry in quickly, and slammed it shut. She gave a sigh of relief.

Fleur walked out of the kitchen and into the sitting room. "Zey are here, Sharlie!" she yelled back in the kitchen.

Ginny seemed to think Fleur calling Charlie "Sharlie" was quite funny, but Fleur thought the complete opposite.

"I 'zink 'zis leetle girl needs a time out," she said.

Ginny gave her a look of hatred, as she did the same in reply.

Charlie came rushing into the sitting room. "Oh, good heavens!" he exclaimed. "You two made it! But how did you know? We were going to send a Patronus —"

"We received one from...mother," she said quickly.

"Mother shouldn't be doing something like that while battling!" Charlie exclaimed in reply.

"Wait a minute," said Harry. "What's going on?"

Ginny looked at Harry disapprovingly, but Charlie continued to talk.

"What do you mean what's going on?" he said. "Whatever. It's terrible! The Burrow is being taken over, so is Hogwarts. Basically, the whole wizarding world is being controlled by...You-Know-Who!"

Harry gulped. "You mean...that includes the Ministry?"

"I said everything in the wizarding world, didn't I?" Charlie replied. "Mother! I can't believe she would become distracted just to send you two a Patronus! I guess it was worth it, but she should've know I would have sent one instead of her!

"Oh, and also," he continued, "speaking of Hogwarts being taken over, they found Percy, who has obviously been taken over by the Imperius curse, and — well — this may be a frightening thing to think about, but..."

"You should eexplain it more clearly, Sharlie!" came in Fleur.

"I guess you're right," he said in reply.

Under her breath, Ginny muttered to Harry, "He's whipped."

Charlie gave a disapproving look like he had heard it, but continued on. "Hagrid was in the forbidden forest, doing something odd as he always does, and reported a red-eyed monstrous looking Percy, with the...the risen body of...Cedric Diggory!"

A sharp chill was sent down Harry's spine, making the hairs stand up on his back. Cedric Diggory was alive? Or was he just arisen from the dead? He was puzzled, but all he could remember was the dead body of Cedric lying next to him as he and it flew out of the graveyard by the portkey and back to the entrance of the maze.

"How did Hagrid escape?" Harry asked.

"I really don't know," replied Charlie. "I suppose he made a run for it just as he saw the sight of the two horrific figures."

"So how are you sure it was them?" asked Harry.

"We were at the Burrow just a while ago, visiting for Christmas. We were eating dinner, as all of a sudden, it was being attacked by Death Eaters. Not You-Know-Who himself, but most of the Death Eaters, such as Yaxley, Crabbe, Bellatrix Lestrange, and others, including a new one." He hesitated and gulped before he released the name.

"Who?" asked Ginny. "Who was it?"

"It was someone of the Order," reported Charlie.

Ginny gasped, wide eyed. Harry couldn't believe it; the clues were all in front of him. Many months ago, at the Leaky Cauldron, when Ginny mysteriously was being possessed, the demon had given them a clue! "Someone of the Order is a Death Eater..."

"It was Kingsley," Charlie finally said.

There was another clue that was right in front of Harry at the Leaky Cauldron. While Harry's stay there, he noticed Kingsley had been acting strange and hadn't said anything, but he ignored the subject. Now he knew that Kingsley, someone of the Order of the Phoenix, was a Death Eater.

But Harry began thinking about the drawbacks of what could occur with this incident. Kingsley was part of the Order, which had secret plans of how to destroy Voldemort, and where they would be meeting. Harry now knew why Voldemort and his Death Eaters seemed to have shown up many times in the past where he was; Kingsley told him!

What a traitor! thought Harry, filled with rage.

"After the attack took its beginning stages," Charlie continued, "Lucius said something strange. Something like 'Send Percy to check on Cedric.' Bellatrix rubbed her Dark Mark tattoo on her wrist, and that's when mother told Fleur and I that we should be going, that they had it from there."

There was silence after the story, but the reason Harry wasn't talking was because he was full of thoughts on this complex mystery that was so close to being deciphered.

"It was nothing you said in Parseltongue," said Ginny to Harry in an upstairs bedroom. "I mean, I can't even understand Parseltongue. It was how you looked."

"Well, how did I look?" asked Harry.

"Horrific. Your eyes turned to the back of your head, you grew some sort of fangs, and blood was pouring out of your arms. You eventually fell to the ground, but didn't become conscious again until about twenty minutes later."

"So you're saying I was being possessed?"

"I suppose so."

What was pestering Harry the most was who was possessing him? How did they possess him? Was it because Percy and the risen Cedric were near him that moment?

"What I don't understand," came in Harry, "is how we managed to Apparate away inside the Hogwarts grounds."

"Either do I," replied Ginny. "I think because of Dumbledore's death, the curse of being unable to Apparate away from the grounds faded away."

"I guess so."

That night, Charlie forced Ginny and Harry to sleep in separate rooms, since they had too many extra bedrooms anyway. According to Charlie, he didn't want "his little sister to be pregnant at such an early age. She has a life to live!" Harry thought Charlie would at least trust him; he wasn't going to go to the next level with Ginny or anything, although he thought about it sometimes. But he had other things on his mind, such as how he was to defeat Voldemort, and if Mrs. Weasley, or even Ron, were still alive, and the confusing plot that seemed to becoming more confusing.

That night, after he made sure Charlie and Fleur were in their bedroom (he heard a few bumps but decided to ignore that), he snuck out of his bedroom and into Ginny's. As he walked in, Ginny sat upright. He shut the door behind as Ginny ran up to him, and they kissed passionately.

After a few hours of kissing in the dark, the two lay in bed, sleeping. Before Harry fell asleep, he began thinking on his next tactic to destroy Voldemort, but his thoughts were sifting into deep dreams.

He walked over the dead bodies, not caring whose they were, for he had taken over the Ministry, once and for all. It had been his dream since he was a small, pathetic little student at Hogwarts, and he had accomplished it, no matter the price.

"What'll we do with all of these useless bodies?" asked Kingsley.

"Leave them here!" Voldemort hissed in a chilly voice. "They're useless, so why bury them? They tried to offend the dark lord, I! How dare they do such a thing! They do not deserve a proper burial! I thought a Death Eater would at least know that!"

"But, my lord," came in Wormtail, "you set the Imperius curse on him, do you not remember?"

"Of course I do!" he bellowed in return. "Why, if one has the Imperius curse set upon him, he shall follow every command!"

"What is all of this conversation?" came in Kingsley.

"Nothing, my servant," replied Voldemort.

"I say we travel on to Diagon Alley," said Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Why there?" asked Wormtail. "All of the stores are closed down!"

"At least not the ones filled with Dark Magic," said Kingsley.

"My foolish servants!" exclaimed Voldemort. "After months, maybe years of dark training, you still do not know what lies in Diagon Alley? Of course, it is my most valuable possession, and Horcrux! We shall move it immediately, no questions asked!"

"Shall I contact the others?" asked Bellatrix, pointing at her wrist.

"If Narsella has overcome the death of Lucius," said Voldemort rudely, "then contact her. If not, we may need a meeting over it. Contact Draco if you can, but not Perifius. He's too weak to move on."

Bellatrix touched the Dark Mark on her wrist, and moved eerily.

Wormtail stood near the dead body of a woman with pink hair, and shot up a green spark: the Dark Mark.

"Now, we shall transport ourselves to Diagon Alley," announced Voldemort, snapping his fingers to Disapparate.

He felt the sudden suffocation and minor pain, but he was used to that already. He appeared at the mouth of Diagon Alley, next to the other Death Eaters, including Draco.

Diagon Alley was an eerie sight, with nothing to be seen. There was no one in sight. All of the stores were dark and boarded up. Only one building was still open: Gringott's Bank, where Voldemort's great possession was kept.

"Let's move," he announced, and he and the Death Eaters continued down the cobblestone street to Gringott's.

They walked up the stairs of the bank, passing two guards, who bowed honorably.

"Good day, my lord," they said.

"Good day to you, Gertrude and McCarther," replied Voldemort.

They walked through the tall doors of the bank, passing the goblins, who stared in hatred at Voldemort. He did not care, for he knew if they did any slightest thing to attempt to murder him, he would for sure be the one who murdered them

They walked up to the goblin at the end of the front hallway, and Voldemort said, "You know which vault, and you know what to do."

"Yes, my lord," the goblin was anxiously. It jumped off its platform, and led them onto one of the many carts.

They began descending through caves and passageways, until they finally reached the vault.

"Vault Four Thousand, Sixty-Six," reported the goblin.

They all got out of the cart, when Voldemort felt some sort of premonition.

No! he thought. Dismantle my thought! Now!

Harry sat upright in bed, sweating. What was in the vault? Why did they need to go there? So many questions suddenly popped into his head as his scar began to hurt severely. At least he knew one thing: the special possession was in Vault Four Thousand, Sixty-Six. If Voldemort was to move it, though, there would be no chance he would be able to find it at Gringott's. Harry hoped that a new vision would be able to find its way into his mind in the next few nights or so, but he doubted it.

He stared at the bright full moon for a few minutes, then laid back into his bed, cuddling with Ginny, who seemed to be fast asleep.