A/N It's the big chapter! Albus reveals all…and we get a glimpse into the mystery of the la tua contante. Keep reading, and drop me a review. (lets say…at least 10 X3)

Chapter Five – Jasper's POV

I found myself seated in a cushioned chair inside the most interesting office I had ever seen. Though the winding staircase and vast number of halls we had traveled through had been quite an experience, this office put it to shame. Contraptions made of bronze and gold adorned the walls. Moving pictures adorned the worn walls. Many such pictures were whispering. For quite some time all that I heard was "…Vampire…what is this school coming to…Albus, the maniac…"

The whispering put me on edge as Dumbledore took a seat in his polished oak desk. (I don't know if he actually has an oak desk, but I'm too lazy to do my research properly )

"Your father and I, Albus began, gazing over his half-moon spectacles in the most curiously speculative way. " have been rather inquisitive with each other from day one. Both of us have questions of the other that haven't been answered. A few decades of friendship had rendered little research on your way of life, as you can tell. Only five years ago did we beginning talking to each other as if we where equally human. In that time, I helped him through many medical discoveries, and we stumbled upon something that we should not have found…"

Dumbledore voice was little more than a whisper, and the paintings where leaning forwards in their frames. I gripped the side of my chair, bending it under the force of my super human strength. Dumbledore was revealing his connection to my supposed father, and with it, a piece of lost truth. My nerves where getting the best of me as I duplicated the picture's actions and leaned forward in my seat.

"…But that's a story for another time!" Dumbledore exclaimed brightly. (AN/ hah, you didn't think I would reveal ALL the secrets on the fifth chapter, did you?)

I gazed at the headmaster of this magical school in absolute surprise. I thought that he was to tell me everything! Dumbledore smiled sadly at me, his half-moon spectacles gleaming in the light of the fireplace.

"I need you to guard someone for me. He is of the utmost importance of our survival. The world is in grave danger because of this dark lord."

I jolted. The Dark Lord. The one who had ordered us to his mercy. The one who had sent us the 'warning'.

The reason my dear, sweet Alice was dead.

In the next half second I was out of my chair and had slammed my hands onto Dumbledore's desk. The desk splintered, but refused to break. My tawny eyes went straight to the blackest onyx. Dumbledore stared back at me calmly, unfazed.

"Where is he? Tell me were he is" My voice was little more than a snarl. "I will rip the dark lord's throat from his body."

Dumbledore sent me a glance, then looked away to his phoenix. It was a beautiful bird, consisting of red feathers and flames that liked at its wings and breast. My hate slowly evaporated as I gazed onto the eyes of understanding. Forcing myself to breath, I turned back to Dumbledore. Hi face gave nothing away, and I was suddenly ashamed that I had gone to such lengths.

I sat in my seat to listen to the rest of Dumbledore' proposal.

"To defeat him, we need you to protect someone for us as a kind of…bodyguard." Dumbledore explained, pausing before his odd use of the word. I arched an eyebrow, surveying him as he smiled a small smile to me.

"Sadly this boy certainly does need a body guard in times like these.

"His name, is Harry Potter"

Hermione's POV

I sat in my bunk, gazing at the bottom of the mattress above me. These four-poster beds where in terrible need of a fixing charm. I nearly pulled out my wand before I thought better of it. The Professors would not be pleased if they found the students charming the furniture. My thoughts involuntarily turned to the feast. The boy had been there, too. He had been seated next to Dumbledore instead of being seated with the rest of the students. In other words, he was not here to learn magic. What else could he be doing her though…?

My thoughts trailed of as sleep attempted to pull me under.

I would have to put more thought into this. I had to ask a teacher about this in the morning.

And I had to tell Ron and Harry.

I blushed a little. Ron was annoyed when I went out with Victor Krum…what will he think of this god? My blush turned into a full on flush. I did NOT just call that mystery boy a god. My thoughts were intruded upon, how ever, when my bunkmate turned to me, asking if I was all right. I hid my face in the covers, mumbling something about mystery boys always getting the wrong thoughts about them.

My bunkmate moved to turn of the light, but I beat her to it.

The light flicked off, and I made a promise before I faded off to sleep.

I was going to figure this mystery out.

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