A/N: Here's….the…..last….chapter….sob JUST KIDDING!! Although it will be over soon. This chapter should be PACKED with action…action-packed…I'm done now….
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Harry's POV
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My birthday came and went and Hermione was surprised to find that she got presents from everyone too. The school year had started and was approaching Christmas Break and we were patiently awaiting Christmas Day when we would get Dumbledore out of the castle.
I was edgy again but made sure that I didn't lose my temper and put the people I loved in danger.
Finally it was Christmas Eve and Draco, Hermione, and I got ready to attack. Lucius and Father were staying here to make sure that he wouldn't be able to leave once we got him here. It was once he was captured I would casually stroll in and reveal to him that I knew what a manipulative bastard he had been and that I was planning on getting revenge for taking him away from my family.
Dressed in Death Eater garb the three of us left the Manor and appeared in Hogsmeade, Hermione and I under a strong invisibility charm of our own invention and Draco under my invisibility cloak. As we approached the Hogwarts gates Hermione and I took down the wards surrounding the school.
Once inside we Apparated up to the Headmaster's office with ease now that the wards were down. The loud popping noise alerted him of our arrival and he looked around frantically, grey beard swaying. "Who's there?" He rasped in his elderly voice.
Hermione and I took off the charm as Draco snuck up behind the old man. "How did you get in here? I reinforced the wards just yesterday." He stood from his seat behind his desk and pulled out his wand. Before he could send a curse our way he slumped foreword onto his desk.
Draco stood behind him, wand out and a triumphant smirk on his pale face. "That was too easy."
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"Why have you taken me here?" The old man asked when he came to tied to a chair in an empty room.
"I'd think that would be obvious." Hermione said and I could hear the smirk in her voice. "You're here so we can kill you."
I chose that moment to slip out of the room, unnoticed by Dumbledore. I shed the Death Eater mask and robes and tried to smooth my hair down unsuccessfully. When I re-entered Dumbledore looked at me in wonder.
"Harry, what on earth are you doing here?" The old man asked.
"I'm here to talk to you." I said, leaning against the wall next to the door. "Well, for a while anyway, then I'm going to kill you."
Dumbledore gasped, his blue eyes still twinkling but this time it was fear that made them shine like so. "Harry, what has happened to you? You used to be such a good kid." His voice held the usual fake concern but now it was laced with fear.
"You know, I could say that you used to be a good headmaster," I snarled, "but then I'd be lying." I heard Draco cover a snigger at my comment.
"Harry, you don't have to do this." He pleaded. "We'll protect you from Voldemort."
"I don't need to be protected from my father." I spat, disgusted with the grey haired man. "And my name is Griffith."
Dumbledore winced. "So you found out, did you?" All the fake concern was gone from his voice; all that was left was disgust.
"Yes I found out and I can't believe you killed two innocent people just to make it look as if I weren't his son!" I yelled and magic crackled in the air. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself before I accidently killed the elderly headmaster. "Now, tell me what you know of White Magic." I ordered but the old man said nothing. "Tell me!" I shouted angrily, causing minor cuts to appear all over his arms and face.
"I'd rather die." He spat.
"Well, if that's how it's gonna be then maybe you should die." I raised my hand but it was instantly pushed back to my side by Draco. "Not now," he whispered, "we need to wait for our fathers to get here. Then you can kill him, I promise."
I gave him a minute nod and turned back to the old man. "Why do you think that Dark Magic is evil?" I couldn't keep myself from asking.
"Because it is." Was the only answer I got.
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"Please?" I begged the Potions Master in the basement of the manor.
"No." He said for the thousandth time that afternoon.
"You'd give it to Draco if he asked." I complained cringing at how whiny my voice came out.
"That's because he's my godson." He countered.
I huffed and stomped out of the room. "I need you to get some Veritaserum from Severus." I whispered, Dumbledore's blue eyes burning a hole in my back.
"No problem." His words were muffled by the Death Eater mask. I thanked him and he left the room. When he came back he was empty handed. "He knew I was only asking so that you could use it." He said with a heavy sigh.
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"FATHER!" I yelled from the Main Hall.
"What is it Griffith?" He came flying down the stairs to stand in front of me, worry evident in his ruby red eyes.
"Severus won't give me some Veritaserum to question Dumbledore." I knew that I sounded like a whiny brat but I needed to get a straight answer out of the headmaster turned captive.
Ten minutes later I was holding a small vial of the clear potion. Draco and Hermione held Dumbledore's mouth open and I poured a few drops onto his tongue.
I waited as it took effect before repeating my previous question. "Why do you think that Dark Magic is so evil?"
"Because I couldn't do it. I have so much Light Magic but no matter how much power I have I will never possess Dark Magic. Why do you think I killed Grindewald?" His voice was monotone and I was almost afraid of the anger that shone in his bright blue eyes.
"What do you know of White Magic?" I asked, eager to learn more of my new powers.
"It's even more powerful than Light and Dark magic combined. No incantations are needed and once the user of White Magic becomes even more powerful they need not even a wand to perform what they wish. There is no limit to what they can do with the power whereas Light and Dark Magic have no spells or charms for certain things." He continued to talk with me and Hermione hanging off every word.
Eventually Mr. Malfoy and Father showed up and started talking to Dumbledore as Draco, Hermione, and I went out into the hall to talk among ourselves.
"Did you hear that?" I asked Hermione as soon as the door had closed behind us.
She laughed and took off her mask. "Of course I heard that, I was in the same room as you."
"No limits." I said breathlessly. My mind wandered to all of the things I could do with magic now that I knew there was nothing I couldn't do. Eventually my mind went to all the people that had died because of me. Mainly my mother that I had only seen in a single photograph. "I wonder if…no, not possible. But maybe…" I mused and only realized I had said all that aloud when I got strange looks from Hermione and Draco.
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"Dad?" I asked that night as he and I sat in his study. He looked up at me in alarm, I had only ever called him Father. "What's the extent of what I could do with limitless magic?"
He laughed. "If it's limitless then not even the sky is the limit. You could do anything you pleased." He went back to writing.
I sighed. His answer didn't help me any so I took a deep breath and asked a more specific question. "Do you think I'd be able to bring Mother back?"
The scratch of his quill stopped and everything was silent. His head slowly rose and his gaze met mine. "I-I don't know."
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"We need more Veritaserum." I told Severus, bursting into his potions lab.
"What did you do with the bottle I gave you before?" He asked incredulously. "Pour it down the old man's throat?"
I paused and my hand flew to my pocked. Sheepishly I pulled out the vial almost filled with potions. As I did so I heard a small chuckle from across the room and watched in wonder as Severus laughed, his whole face lighting up.
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"Would I be able to raise someone from the dead with White Magic?" I asked slowly, trying not to stumble over the words.
"It would take an immense amount of energy and you'd have to have a fresh body to put the soul in but yes, it could be done."
"Has it been done before?"
"No. Two wizards tried it before but didn't have enough power nor energy and died in the process, only succeeding in producing a ghost."
"How is it done?" I asked, shaking with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"I'm not sure, I have never seen the process firsthand." He replied.
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A/n: Should Griffith try and bring his mother back? Whose body shall he use?...no really, I'm asking, I have no idea!! HELP!!
