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Chapter Five

Dumbledore gave more orders to Professors McGonagall and Snape before turning to the two bloody teenagers.

"I will escort you two back to my office. Sirius is waiting for you," he told them and they walked out of the room. No one spoke so the only sounds came from their footsteps on the marble floor. Harry's mind was swimming with questions, but did not want to ask them and was too tired to form the words correctly. Alaina did not want to speak at all of the events that took place however long ago. It felt like days ago she was tied up in the graveyard.

They reached the stone gargoyle that leapt aside when Dumbledore spoke the password. His voice seemed a hint raspier then usual showing off his true age. When they had ascended the spiral staircase and sure enough, inside the office was Sirius.

His face was pale and gaunt just as it was when he escaped from Azkaban. He crossed the room and guided Harry and Alaina into chairs. His hands shook as he embraced them both in turn.

"I knew it—I knew something like this—what happended?" He asked urgently. Dumbledore began telling Sirius word for word what Barty Crouch Jr. had said. Alaina and Harry weren't listening. Both of them were tired and in pain. Alaina looked down and saw Fawkes resting on her knee.

"Hello, Fawkes," she whispered to the phoenix. Harry reached over and began to stroke the red and gold plumage of the bird. Dumbledore looked over at the children and examined them carefully. Alaina met his gaze understanding that he would ask questions.

So she told him everything without being asked. Harry followed her lead and filled in the gaps. Together they told the story. Alaina didn't realize she had been shaking. And when Harry got to the part about the web and the ghosts, Sirius interrupted.

"Priori Incantatem," he muttered. Dumbledore explained.

"Why, did I come out of his wand if I wasn't dead?" Alaina asked.

"You are two young. I don't expect you to understand at such a young age, but a part of you remains alive in Harry," Dumbledore explained. There was a silence during which Fawkes swooped into the air and flew in a circle before landing again on his perch. Harry and Alaina's eyes met. His green ones reflected in her blue ones and for a moment, the same had happened to Harry.

"Is that why our blood turned gold when mixed?" Harry asked. Although, he already knew the answer. Alaina then did something rash. She swiped her finger across her still bleeding cheek and touched Harry's arm wound. A gold light erupted and his arm healed.

"You two will go to the hospital wing. A sleeping potion and some peace would do both of you good," Dumbledore said, though Alaina doubted she would need a sleeping potion to fall asleep. He turned to Sirius, "Would you like to stay with them?"

Sirius nodded and transformed into a dog. They walked in silence to the hospital wing where they were met by Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley. However, Dumbledore sat down with them on the otherside of the room from where Alaina and Harry were being tended by Madam Pomfrey.

"These two need peace and quiet in order to sleep. Please do not disturb them or ask them questions until they are ready to answer."

They felt extreme gratitude to Dumbledore for this.

"Headmaster," Madam Pomfrey walked over to them, "May I ask-"

"This dog will stay with them. I assure you he is well trained," Dumbledore answered and scratched Sirius behind the ear.

Harry and Alaina were already fast asleep.

"How could you have let this happen?" The loud voice of Minerva McGonagall woke Harry and Alaina up. Their gazes met, but then they continued to feign sleep so as to listen to the heated argument. The exchange of nasty words included the voices of Dumbledore, Fudge, McGonagall, and Molly (who was mainly telling the former three to keep their voices down).

"The moment that thing entered the room it swooped down and- and kissed him!" McGonagall cried and the teenagers knew that they were talking about dementors and Barty Crouch.

Soon, however, the argument turned into a discussion of Voldemort and whether he truly has returned. No one believed Alaina or Harry. Fudge thought them to be raving lunatics just like Rita Skeeter had revealed in the prophet. Then Snape entered and showed Fudge his Dark Mark by the sounds of it. Then Fudge walked over to Harry's bedside and placed a large sack onto the table.

"His winnings," and with that he stormed out of the room. Then it sounded like Severus and Sirius were forced to shake hands and go do something together. When Dumbledore left the room, they finally decided to get up. They slowly sat up and saw all of the familiar faces.

"You should drink the rest of your potions," Molly was crying and she shoved the goblets into their hands. There was a loud clapping noise and Hermione was holding something in her hands, "Sorry." She muttered and Alaina and Harry downed their goblets in one gulp. They leaned back against the fluffy white pillows and turned to face each other. They grinned and reached out towards each other. Their hands grazed and then fell limp as they both fell asleep, smiles still on their face.

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This chapter was really boring and frustrating to me. I hate how Harry and Alaina do everything at the same time. It sort of frustrated me, though when I wrote it and they were different because one heard something and the other saw something different and yeah. This was simpler even if it seems less plausible.

Ginny: I'm not there?

Ron: No… you'll get your chance to see Harry, won't you?

Ginny: Grr…

Neville: This dialogue isn't even funny.

Me: Yeah, well… to be honest I wasn't to prpud with the others…

Neville: Yeah but this one wasn't even an attempt to be funny!

Me: …