A/n: This is Harry and Hermione's view of the previous chapter.
"Come on. I can hear Uncle Sev and Uncle Sirius talking in the sitting room, so we're going to have to head out the kitchen. Don't say anything until we're out of here." Harry took her hand. "Thanks for not letting me go on this journey alone, 'Mione."
"You're welcome. Even if I think this is suicide and that even if we are two of the most powerful teenagers ever we can't possible beat him, I'm not leaving you. If we die, we die together."
"I'd prefer that we stay alive together. But this needs to be done, and if we go down, we'll prevent several unnecessary deaths." He didn't let go of her hand as they crept down the kitchen stairs. Harry apparated them to a dark alley behind a pub. "Before you even say it, Hermione, I know I'm not supposed to be able to apparate. You'll say that what I just did was exceedingly dangerous and I could have killed us. Don't. Dad taught me how as soon as I was well enough this summer, just in case I'd need it. I've got enough power to apparate the both of us without depleting my magic levels. That's all you need to know."
"I wasn't going to say anything. He taught me as well. He knew I'd be the one going with you if you decided to do something like this. He's rather perceptive."
Harry grinned. "He is a Malfoy you know."His face turned more serious. "Are you ready for this?"
"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have come with you," she whispered. "Where are we going?"
"This way," he pointed to the right. "Just follow me. If we need to talk from now on, use our mind link, okay?" Harry pulled his hood up. It wouldn't do for his Malfoy blond hair to be seen and remembered by anyone. He walked out of the alley. "The vision I had took place in that house over there. Let's try to sneak in from the back."
The house Harry was referring to was one of the largest in the area. It was an older house, mostly made of stone, unlike the wooden homes around it. Harry knew from the reading he and Hermione had done once his Seer powers surfaced that the house was probably and old manor house from the feudal days. There were several trees around the house, so the duo reached the back door relatively quickly, without anyone noticing them. "We're going to Disillusion ourselves now, to give us some added protection against eyes other than Dumbledore."
"I don't really think that's the best idea, but it's the only option we have right now, since you didn't bring your Invisibility Cloak." Hermione Disillusioned Harry and then herself. They looked around to make sure no one saw them approach the door, and then opened the door by magic. Luckily, there weren't any people in the back of the house, but they could hear Dumbledore speaking with someone toward the front.
"Do you really think that anyone would be so stupid as to try and kill me, Minister? I'm nearly invincible. The only person with power even close to mine is Tom Riddle, and he's quite puzzled by my outwardly change in personality."
"That's what he thinks. The people in our house could kick his evil behind all the way to America if we tried." Harry grinned at Hermione, who rolled her eyes in response.
"I've heard Americans are quite nice…why ever would we want to send him there? Why not Siberia or Antarctica or the middle of the Arctic Circle or…"
"Shhhh…I'm going to sneak up behind him. You take out Fudge, I'll deal with the Bumblebee, okay?"
"Like that will be difficult." Once they realized that Fudge and Dumbledore were the only two people in the room, their job became a bit easier. Hermione used a simple stunner and dropped a book on Fudge's head.
"What is going on here? I am positive that there are no ghosts in this house, Mr. Malfoy. Why don't you make yourself visible so that this can be a fair fight?"
"Who says it's going to be fair? You've never played by the rules, Dumbledore. You the answers to everything are in your visions. Well, let me tell you something…you aren't even a good seer. You can't see multiple scenarios of your actions. Besides that, there are ghosts in this house. There are three outside in the shed. I heard them when we came in. But you are right, we should make this a fair fight, shouldn't we? I believe in fairness."
"I'm going to win anyway, so why even bother?"Dumbledore sneered. "I'm much more powerful than you are. What can one measly fifteen year old boy who hasn't even passed his OWLs yet, do to the invincible Albus Dumbledore?"
"You'll find out. Stay disillusioned, 'Mione it gives us an advantage." Then the fighting began. Harry started out with some of the more powerful spells he knew. He used only legal spells, because he didn't want to get in trouble with the English Ministry any more than he was already going to. Thank Merlin his dad had diplomatic immunity in nearly every country. He'd be able to pull some strings to prevent Harry and Hermione from getting thrown in Azkaban. Dumbledore matched Harry spell for spell, and he wasn't nearly as nice as Harry was. Hermione blocked several of the nastier spells, sending a few spells at Dumbledore that she and Harry had invented. As morning broke, it was clear that major damage had been done to the house. After all, there were three of the most powerful students Hogwarts had ever put out fighting to the death in a tiny room…something was bound to be broken or burned.
"Apparently, I underestimated you, Harry. You have more power than I've ever seen in a student. It's quite unfortunate that I'll have to kill you. You need to die, you know, for me to rule the world."
"Too bad you aren't going to rule the world anytime soon." Harry and Hermione kept up the barrage of spells for several more hours.
"He's weakening, Harry. His spells don't have quite as much power behind them as they did before. I think now would be a good time to try our spell. If it doesn't work, at least then we still have enough power to continue fighting him."
"That's probably a good idea. In case this backfires on us, you've always been a very good friend to me, 'Mione."
"I think it will work, actually. We've put quite a bit of time and research into this spell. I'm still not quite sure what the effects of it will be, though." She paused. "I feel the same way about you."
He took her hand. "On the count of three…one, two, three!" A brightly colored light flowed from their wands, merging as it sped toward Dumbledore. It was impossible to tell what the color actually was, but that seemed to be because of the nature of the spell. The aged wizard fell to the floor just as Sirius and Severus entered the room. Severus held Sirius back so that they could see what effect the spell would have besides knocking the old man over.
"He's probably dead. The spell we used was, well, it funneled love at him. If he was truly evil, he'll be dead for certain. If there's any bit of good left in him, he'll just have his magic stripped." Hermione put her arm around Harry so that he wouldn't fall. Harry had expended more magic and used more physical force in their fight, and could barely stand.
Sirius rushed over to Dumbledore. "He's not breathing. His heart's stopped. I think he is dead."
"That's a shame. He wasn't that bad to start with. Just a bit power hungry and rather misguided," Severus said sarcastically. "Are you all right, Hermione?"
"I'm not sure. I don't even know half the spells he sent at us, so who knows what kind of effects they had on us. If we've got a pensive at home, I think you should look at it."
"That's probably a good idea. I'll call Moody to come and take him away, and then Sirius and I can take you two home."
"We're not going to get yelled at, are we Uncle Sev?" Harry grinned tiredly.
"You most assuredly will be yelled at, Mr. Malfoy. But first you can take a bit of a nap. You should hope that your father won't be too harsh on you. I'll fight for you."