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Harry looked at the letter and then up again. His mouth was hanging open. He looked at the letter again and spotted what he had missed the first time. There was a date and a time at the top.

"When does he want you to go?" whispered Hermione, breathing down his neck. Harry jumped up in surprise.

"Don't do that!"

"Sorry."

"It says to meet him tomorrow at noon."

"You need to talk to Dumbledore," said Hermione. She gave Harry a serious look.

"Yeah. I guess I'll go owl him."

"Don't put anything in the letter incase it gets intercepted! Just tell him you need to talk with him."

Harry stood up. He looked around. No one really seemed to notice him. He walked up to his room where Hedwig was sitting on his bed with a letter.

He ripped the envelope open and read.

Harry,

I need to meet with you tonight. I will pick you up at 8:30.

Albus Dumbledore

Harry looked up from the letter in confusion. What did he know that was so important that he had to tell Harry that night? Did he know about the letter he had received?

Harry sat in the living room waiting. Hermione looked at her watch.

"It's 8:32. It's not like him to be late, Harry."

Everyone had gone up to his or her room hours ago. The house was silent.

"He'll be here," said Harry. He confidently looked out the window waiting.

There was a pop right outside of the window.

"See? There he is." Harry got up to get the door.

Instead of seeing Albus Dumbledore, before him stood Remus Lupin, looking shabbier and sadder than he had in months. In fact Harry hadn't seen him that way since Dumbledore had died…no. He couldn't be. Not now.

"Harry."

"What happened?" whispered Harry. His face was as white as a sheet.

Remus took a deep breath as if preparing himself for what he was about to say. "Albus Dumbledore is dead. For real this time."

Harry backed up from the door. "No." He stumbled into the living room. Hermione looked up, startled.

"What is it, Harry? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

Harry fell onto the couch. He put his face in his hands.

"He-he's dead Hermione. For sure this time."

Hermione put her hands over her mouth. Tears glistened in her eyes. "What happened?"

"I don't know." Harry got up and went back to the open door. Remus was gone. Harry angrily swung the door shut.

"We- we should probably tell the Weasleys." Harry nodded.

"You tell them. I have something I need to do." He started out the door and paused. "Hermione, if I don't come back just know that I love you all." With that he swung the door shut behind him, blocking Hermione's tears.

Harry knew exactly where he needed to go. He took out his wand and held it up in the air. He quickly took a step back so the purple bus, which had just appeared in front of him, wouldn't hit him. The door opened.

"Welcome to the knights bus. It'll be-" The man looked down at Harry's miserable face and stopped talking. Harry climbed the steps and gave them his money. He could feel their eyes watching him. He sat down on one of the nearest beds and said clearly "I'm going to Hogwarts school."

"That'll be the next stop," said the guy that had replaced Stan, who Harry had met on one of his previous trips on the Knight bus.

Harry leaned against the window and closed his eyes.

Ten minutes later he climbed off the bus and looked around. His eyes saddened. As much as he loved living with the Weasleys, Hogwarts had always been like home to him. He walked up to the gates. To his surprise they swung open easily.

He walked into the Entrance Hall. He looked around and then snapped back to reality. He took the stairs up. He kept walking until he reached the stone gargoyle. Surprisingly he did not run into anyone in the hallway. He paused. What would the password be? All of a sudden, Harry knew.

"Harry Potter," he said somewhat hesitantly. The doors appeared and he walked up the stairs. He got to the door and stopped listening inside for a moment. He heard nothing. He opened the door and stepped inside. It looked much the same as it had the last time Harry had been in there.

Harry walked over to the desk and looked around. He saw a small envelope. It was addressed to Harry Potter. He picked up the envelope and slowly opened it. There was a letter inside.

Dear Harry,

I entrust you will get this letter if something happens and I do not make it out of this alive. I want you to know that none of this was your fault. You did everything you could. The truth is I have found out a dreadful secret, and the other side knows it. I want to tell you that you must keep going on our mission without me. You will eventually be able to succeed and it is my hope that Voldemort will perish.

Stay on the watch for RB. He will be a big help to you if you can just find him. I know you can do it and I have faith in you. All you have to do is remain strong and learn to heal. By doing so you will triumph over Voldemort. Love. Remember that.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry sighed in frustration. Who was RB? The only person he could think of with those initials was Regulus Black, and that obviously wouldn't make sense. He put the letter back in the envelope and put it in his pocket. He was about to turn around when he heard a voice behind him.

"Don't move." Someone's wand was pointed into his back.

Harry found himself being turned around to face….