I do not own Harry Potter and please read the rest of the note from chapter 1. Because Ignorance is so NOT BLISS!

xWing Zerox...- An answer to why he hoped his patronus changed? If you wanted to stay hidden a little longer would you want the world to see what you are known to have?

PadyandMoony...- Not my fault, I warned you guys in an earlier chapter, that sometimes I can be blunt, and sometimes I can be just downright mean... tee hee

Carscard...- Hola!

Chapter 40

Appearance 2

To say that Harry was happy to see his long lost friends was true. To a degree he was extremely happy, that he was face to face with them and that he wanted to talk about all the good times they had together.

But that was not the case now...

Not only were they in the middle of a battle in Diagon Alley. Pain and rage that Harry had from their betrayal of his beliefs had risen and for once Harry was actually raising his wand towards them.

"Harry please..." Hermione whispered. "Don't do this..."

"Do what Hermione..." Harry said softly. "I thought you were my best friend. And Ron...he was my brother in everything but blood. Why didn't you guys believe in me? How come you never tried to save me as Remus did?"

"Harry..." The brown haired girl whispered heart-brokenly. "Everything...everyone...was saying you were guilty. I mean even you!"

"Yes I know even me...but did you ever once remember that with magic as Ron so often pointed out that anything is possible?"

In response to that comment Ron said nothing and did not raise his wand against the man who now held his firmly against them. A man that was once his childhood friend, for what he had done...he does not blame Harry for aiming at them. Grasping onto Hermione's hand, the witch is momentarily puzzled by Ron. A he silences her with a hand over her mouth.

"Ron..." Hermione whispered brokenly. "We have to get him to understand. To tell him..."

"He won't listen..." The red head stated sadly. Looking into the jade green eyes of his friend, as he holds her close, Ron finds his own for the first time grieving for the close friendship he once had with this imposing figure. "For whatever its worth, Harry...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't the brother you needed me to be when it counted."

Looking away, not even able to take the coldness from his gaze it was at the moment a bright light of a stupefy spell sails past them. In shock that it was a simple child's spell that he aimed at them. The two open their eyes to find a Death Eater that had been close to killing them with non Wizarding means falls to the ground.

Turning back to face him, Harry had turned around, his back stiff as if wanting to do something else. "That was for the past we had between us..."

"Harry?"

"Don't try and find me again." That said Harry takes off into the fighting. His green cloak billowing behind him, it takes only a moment, before Hermione and Ron realize what he had done.

"He saved us?"

Chasing after that disappearing figure, the two former friends and lovers chased after their missing comrade. Determined to ask and to find out so many reasons as to why he has been gone.

Why he has returned?

And most of all...why did he not take his vengeance when he had the chance?

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Hogwarts

As all this was happening, in Diagon Alley, elsewhere reports of the familiar stag reached a certain individual. He immediately left his office, intent on flooing or even port-keying in to see his former student. For Albus Dumbledore was in a flurry of mixed emotions.

Having continuously received reports from the fighters on the front, he was shocked at the news of a Patronus in the shape of a stag. A stag that could only be conjured by one Harry James Potter...

Somehow Harry survived Azkaban and most of all he survived being kissed...

Flooing in as he shouts for the Leaky Cauldron, he finds himself pushed back out immediately. The wards having flared up, Albus realizes that as long as the battle continues he can not enter Diagon Alley or any place close to it.

After all, the entire Ministry would not want the Death Eaters to escape.

So instead he paces. He continues pacing in hopes of good news. In hopes that not only are the battles won. But that Harry has returned as well...

He continues to wait...

But in the meantime as he goes back to his office, Dumbledore is puzzled. A distinct scent of roses about his office and there stands before him a stately woman with long red hair and wearing a set of scarlet robes. Cooing to Fawkes who was responding to her caresses with delight, Dumbledore approached her warily.

"Greeting wizard, I am Nimue..." She replied with a soft lilting voice. "I do not believe you have heard of me. But I have heard of you..." She smiled with a soft knowing look. Her green eyes flashing, it takes but a moment to see whom she resembles. But at his hopeful look she shakes her head and giggles.

"As much as I would I like to be sometimes I am not...the best term to categorize what I would be to him, would more or less be a grandmother, just without the actual deed." She laughed in amusement. "I consider it a blessing that his and his mother's eyes were like mine."

"I see...why are you here?"

"Because, Fawkes asked me to come, he is after all one of my many children." The woman stated with a fond smile. "He has tried talking to you but it seems you no longer listen... And you must listen for you still have your part to play in this mess you have helped to create."

Startled by this comment, Dumbledore is about to protest this, when she holds up her hand. Immediately and without even realizing it, the old wizard finds himself held in a paralysis. One so strong even he can not break it.

"You will listen to me, old wizard." Nimue replied with a kind and yet steely voice. "Your prophecy is done. Through your and your so called Light's actions. The one you believe is still active was fulfilled seven years ago. Another has taken its place...and this is the one fate is acting out now."

"That's not true. Both Harry and Voldemort are still very much alive." Dumbledore stated as she unfroze him with a wave of her hand.

"You are such a foolish old wizard..." She stated softly and with narrow eyes. "You forgot the most basic fact when it comes to prophecies."

"Which is...?"

"There is always more then one meaning..." She responded with a knowing smile as she bent down. With that said the woman croons a song of farewell to Fawkes before looking at Dumbledore with a sad and yet disappointing gaze. "The battle should be ending soon..." She replies thoughtfully as if listening to something. "I must go..."

Her statement in his mind, the woman disappears in a flash fire, similar to that of Fawkes. Said creature looking at him, Albus feels now what he has denied for so long. The disappointing feeling that belongs solely to Fawkes...

Shame on his elderly features, Albus approaches the phoenix... "Was she right?" He whispered quietly. "Is the prophecy already fulfilled?

Knowing that his friend for many years was hoping that he would shake his head no, the bird looks at him sadly and nods his head yes. Taking a chance, he sang a song that reached out on the link wizard and familiar share...

Death does not always mean loss of life.

Collapsing to his chair, Albus just clutched his head in his hands as if in sorrow. The only thing he kept saying over and over as the memories of these last seven years hit him was four simple words.

"What have I done?" He uttered forlornly. "There is nothing left to fight with..."

Fawkes said nothing and just sang a song of reassurance. But unlike before this time, the bird gave his bonded four words, which Albus heard loud and clear. Ones that caused him to pause in his misery and confusion...

There is always hope...

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Back at Diagon Alley...

Harry was running towards the main battle. The wolves already having gotten McNair before it all started, Harry was aiming for the one person he had hated for ruining his life at the end of his fifth year. For costing him his godfather...

Bellatrix LeStrange...

Hearing her shout for him to be found, Harry had all but forgotten the other death eaters as he aided those who couldn't find out. She was one of the ones at the top of his list to deserve whatever punishment he could give her.

Whirling around and stunning people left and right, he paid no notice to the shock of his appearance on their features. He never realized that it was taking him less and less time to cast his spells or that he was humming a song.

His cloak now had flames at the end of the emerald silk, but they did not burn, they simply lived.

If one was to see Harry now, they would realize his phoenix magic as a result of it being his Animagus form was coming on line.

Harry's power was growing...

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Okay I admit I like this chapter better heh heh...

Don't worry there is a part 3...after all Harry has to meet up with dear Bella does he not?