Okay, just to address something:

I know I said Ginny would never be in my fics. I lied. Lesbian-like!Ginny is more than welcome.

"Can today be a free day?"

"No Draco, it can't. We've got to work," Remus sighed.

"But we are very far ahead of Hogwarts," Draco said as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "Can't we just take one break? It's Friday and we must prepare for Harry's arrival."

"No, now get out your book," Remus said as he sat in his usual sunlit chair in the study.

"You're such a slave driver," Draco grumbled as he sifted through the books on the coffee table in front of him. "Defense first?"

"Of course," Remus replied and crossed his legs, cradling a cup of tea in one hand as he opened his book in his lap. "Chapter two, please. Page fifty-two."

Draco cracked open his book and ran his fingertips over the Braille in the bottom right corner of the page until he found what he was looking for. "Fine. Teach me things."

"Gladly," Remus said with a chuckle, but before he could say anything there was a rushing sound from the fireplace and Albus Dumbledore stepped out, brushing his dark green robes of soot.

"Albus?" Remus questioned as he rose, walking over to the older man. "What's going on, is something wrong?"

Dumbledore stared at Remus for a long while over his half-moon spectacles, an unreadable expression on his face.

"No, no Lupin, there's nothing wrong, I was only...is Potter here?"

Draco furrowed his brow and snapped, "I thought it was your job to know where your students are. He isn't coming today."

"Oh, I had hoped to catch you all together," Dumbledore said vaguely as his dulled blue eyes came to rest on Draco. "Draco. I trust you are doing well holed away here."

"Why did you want to catch us all together?" Remus interjected, motioning for Dumbledore to sit, but the old man didn't. "What's going on?"

"I just wanted to talk to you a little about Draco's future," Dumbledore said as he stroke over to Draco and lay his hands on his shoulders. "He's rather important to the cause, I would say."

"What are you..." Remus started but Draco jumped up whirring around and grabbing his cane.

"Get out," Draco snarled, his entire body tense.

"Draco!"

Draco silenced Remus with another firm, "Get the hell out. You aren't Dumbledore."

"What ever do you mean, boy?" Dumbledore said with a quick, confused glance to Remus. "Of course I'm Dumbledore. How else would I have found this place?"

"Draco, you're being paranoid," Remus said, gently grabbing his arm but he was pushed away.

"Don't. He isn't..."

"I'll only tell you once Mr. Malfoy, I don't appreciate you accusing me of being an imposter," Dumbledore said coldly. "Nor does anyone else value your opinion at the moment."

Remus watched as Dumbledore's eyes flashed an odd, cold grey then back to blue. "W...who are you? Where's Albus?"

Dumbledore smiled a cruel, uncharacteristic smile and laughed deep in his throat as he pulled out a snake-tipped ebony wand. "Never you mind, half-breed. Never you mind."

Harry couldn't believe what was going on in front of him. Not only had Ginny come to terms with the fact that she was a lesbian, but she had seemed to have developed a massive crush on Hermione. It was amusing to Harry, who was the only one who seemed to know what was really going on.

From his vantage point in one of the high-backed chairs near the fireplace where he sat finishing up the weekends homework he was witnessing a rather interesting occurrence.

Ron, who was sifting through a stack of worn-looking Chocolate Frog cards with his tongue caught between his teeth, was seated on the couch with his arm slung around Hermione's shoulder, her head resting against his side as she read a thick and rather dusty-looking book.

Ginny kept periodically walking by, fixing her eyes on the back of Hermione's head and looking very much like she wanted to say something but she didn't, only continued her pacing.

Finally it seemed Hermione had enough. "Ginny, love, could you sit down? You're making me nervous."

Ginny did an odd combination of blushing and flushing. "Y...yeah, s...sure," she said and walked over to sit on the other end of the couch where Hermione had made a place for her by lifting her legs. When Ginny sat she draped them across her lap.

"Thanks," Hermione said with a warm smile before returning to her book.

Ginny looked close to fainting.

Harry rolled his eyes as he blotted his final scroll. "There. Aren't you proud of me Hermione? I finished my work early for once."

"Very good Harry, if you would be so kind as to pat yourself on the back I would be forever grateful," she said in a bored tone. "It's not that big of a deal when you bloody do you work. You're supposed to anyway"

"I'm proud of you," Ron said, looking up from his cards. "I haven't even started yet."

Hermione crossed her legs and sighed as Ginny let out a little squeak.

"Hey Gin, can I talk to you?" Harry said as he stood, packing up all his things.

"As long as you never call me that again," she muttered as she shot from her seat, following Harry up into the boy's dormitory. "What did you want to..."

"I'm just going to throw this idea out there, you can see where it takes you, alright?" Harry said with a small wink. "Why don't you, I don't know, go after people who aren't dating? You would probably have more luck if you had a crush on someone who didn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend. What do you think?"

"I don't have a crush on..."

"Hermione. You aren't as sly when it comes to the ladies."

Ginny did the odd blush/flush thing again. "Damn. I just...it's hard."

"I know," Harry said as he patted her shoulder. "I know. Listen, I've got to pack a few things so unless you want to help, I suggest you clear off."

Ginny wrinkled her nose and said, "Fine," rather grudgingly.

As she left Harry noticed that Pip hadn't returned with the reply he had sent Draco earlier in the day. Harry assumed that Draco found it rather pointless to send a letter to someone the day you are to see them, so he didn't worry much. He'd just have to whine when he got home.

Pulling out a rucksack he stuffed his wand, a book Hermione had found in the library that contained various Dark Arts spells in Braille, and a few Blood Pops that Ron had said to pass on to Draco in it.

Shouldering the bag and deciding he couldn't wait any longer he ran down the stairs, saying a quick goodbye to Ron, Hermione, and a rather confused-looking Ginny.

He made his way to Snape's office first, knocking on the door. "Enter," Snape's voice called and Harry pushed his way in.

"I'm going to Grimmauld Place," Harry said flatly. "You coming?"

"I'm coming tomorrow afternoon. I've much grading to do," Snape said with a sigh. "I assume you want to use my Floo, don't you?"

"Naturally," Harry said with a cheeky smile.

"Just don't get any soot on my rug," Snape said with a dismissive wave.

Harry rolled his eyes as he climbed into the fireplace, throwing down his handful of Floo Powder and shouting his destination.

As soon as he stepped out of the fireplace in the living room he knew that something was wrong. There were no voices, no sounds, nothing.

He sped out into the corridor and called, "Draco?"

He was met with silence. Harry's breath began to come in a more rapid pace, trying to keep up with his heart. "Draco? Remus?"

He started to jog down the corridor, looking into each room quickly "Where are you?" He said in a slightly desperate tone, peeking his head into the study.

Dread weighted his heart as he eyes fell on the body.

"R...Remus?" He whispered, his throat sticking together as he approached the prone figure of his ex-teacher.

But Remus didn't move, his glassy eyes fixed on the ceiling, his face frozen in a look of stubborn determination.

"Remus?" He whispered again as tears begin to break free from his eyes. "Wake up. P...please wake up..."

But he didn't.

Harry quickly crawled over to the fireplace and dumped an entire container of Floo Powder into the hearth. "Severus Snape's office," he sobbed, sticking his head in.

"What do you...what's wrong, Potter?"

Harry's vision blurred as Snape rose from his desk. He could feel his mouth moving but couldn't hear the words.

"W...what?" Snape said in a tone of voice Harry had never heard before.

"He's gone," Harry sobbed. "Remus is dead and Draco is gone. I...I don't know...I can't fucking do this. I thought they were safe here. Dumbledore said..."

"Get out of the way Potter," Snape snarled and he forced his way through the fire, landing on his knees in the study at Grimmauld Place. "Whe...oh fuck..."

He had spied Remus, pressing his long, potion-stained fingers over his mouth as he closed his eyes. Harry had never seen him look so exposed and he wasn't sure he had ever seen anyone look so heartbroken.

"What should we..." Harry sobbed, not sure what to do. "I don't..."

Snape reached out for Remus' clenched hand, taking the cooling flesh in his hand and blinking hard. "I...we...we need to find Draco. I'm sure he's been taken to Voldemort's hideout. I can only get there when my Dark Mark burns, I'm Apparated there right after..."

And as he said it he flinched, pulling up his sleeve and staring at the darkened Mark.

"We don't have much time Potter," Snape said as he released Remus' hand with difficulty. "Quick, touch it."

Harry didn't hesitate, just lay his hand over Snape's blistering but cold arm.

The last thing he saw before the pair of them whirled away was Remus' lifeless body, an image that would never leave Harry.

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. Don't hate me.

Next chapter will be a thrilling one, and longer. I promise.