I do not own Harry Potter and please read the note from Chapter 1. Ignorance is so NOT bliss.

Lily Potter-Evans...- Pardon my phrasing here if it seems offensive, I sincerely don't mean to be. But the fact Harry went to Azkaban should have told you AU

Sweetgirl23...- Yes Ron is becoming mature and many still do want Harry to come back for those exact reasons you stated. But you notice though, Ron is slowly but surely not wanting that. He just wants his friend back. And remember what Fleur told Bill in the previous chapter.

All it takes is one to cause change

As to what the rest of the wolves...Harry won't tell me what they were doing, but he says he and Gabrielle were quite ticked about the constant interruptions. innocent expression

IBGavin...- It is your prerogative, but the funny thing is...a lot can happen in three months.

Midnight Angels...- Smiles and hands you Super Duper Extra Large Chocolate Chip Cookie

Chapter 45

Spreading the News

Interlude

Unfortunately much like the Death Eaters and Voldemort, the Order members wound up spreading the news and the theory that night. Not all had taken the oath, some had always been meant to do so, but there were those who simply never had the time to give it to be taken.

After all they had a world to save...

Like wildfire it hit the Wizarding world and the disbelief as well as the protests spread.

Some grew angry at themselves or at others. Blaming them for the life they live now. Those like Seamus Finnegan. He was one of the first to believe what was said about Harry and he had done it with the same ease as he had during the incident at the Tri-wizard Tournament.

And it was all thanks to his mother.

Despite everything that had happened between them in fifth year. The fighting and the becoming friends once more, but once again he listened to his mother who like most believed what they read rather then question. Against his better judgment, because said belief proved her wrong before, he condemned the youth to something he was claiming he did not do.

But many thought did.

In the end, when everything came to the forefront, the truth, the lies, and the cover ups. Seamus looked at his mother with a coldness that had melted her soul and her heart. There was a terrible fight that day between the mother and son, all over the fact that in her thoughts if a paper said it...it must be true. But then like many a politician muggle and wizard alike have stated at least once, it is the victors who write what they believe.

Reminding her of the so called lies and rumors spread about Harry from his fifth year that she so foolishly believed in. Lies that she ranted about for days after Fudge had admitted the return of that so called Voldemort, now with the news of what the Order has discovered.

She has more or less lost her son, and not only that, she understands now. She allowed herself to be manipulated, to be tricked by words of a bias person. She was always one to believe that there was always some measure of truth in someone's word.

Not once did she think that the reverse could be true as well.

Mrs. Finnegan was the first of many as word spread. When it started to reach the ears of the Ministry, those people who were once Fudge's lackeys groan as somehow they know if they were to appear. The attacks upon themselves from the light and dark will start again. After all, he was the biggest contributor to the hell that was these last few years.

So eager to hold on, so eager to hold that farce of a trial that they know about.

They themselves turned on Fudge's one last and only supporter, Dolores Umbridge. There was not a day that woman, did not make their lives miserable in her demands. Luckily one was smart enough, wise enough actually to approach Percy Weasely as he was leaving the Minister's office. The older red head, who was tired, had listened and knew what to do.

Being the one in charge of everyone who is loyal to Scrimgeour, he was the voice of the Minister when he was busy discussing defense and could not meet every need. And he also knows that as much as Rufus wished to do more, the older man found himself being thwarted at every turn by this woman who still held some power over the others in his own government.

They had been waiting for an excuse to get rid of her. And taking a clue from the muggles, Percy was happy to have recently gotten a law about the workplace. One that states...

If for any reason said witch or wizard is contributing to the downfall of magic, morale, and or comfort in the workplace. And doing so repeatedly, said witch or wizard by law can be fired on the spot.

So beckoning what few aurors there were old and new alike to follow him, he did something that caused him to be very popular within moments.

"Umbridge, you're fired."

"You can't do that."

For once, Percy grinned in a way he hasn't in a long time. It was one that would make his deceased brother Fred and younger brother George proud. It was the grin of pure Weasely pride.

"I just did."

Things like this happened all over, for as news spread all over the light side, people felt the shame and the guilt of what they had done. Because despite all protests, the words said that night in the order made sense. Voldemort did in a sense kill Harry all those years ago, he simply used them as the tool.

Now as the news hit the Death Eaters, many began to talk amongst themselves as well. Confusion abound, they could not help but approach their leader, who was still sore about the loss of Bellatrix. In the midst of torturing Fudge, as he did not want to injure his own men to bad, he listened to what his people had told him.

To say he had stopped torturing Fudge was indeed a boon. At least it was to the former minister...

To say he had become thoughtful and contemplative...now that was something scary.

When Voldemort became quiet...people died.

So as the Dark Lord thought and worked out plans, Draco and Ginny talked of what was happening. The news that the prophecy had been fulfilled sounded off, and yet...why didn't they argue. Why didn't so many people protest?

And despite their dislike of him, even Dean Thomas had come, his own thoughts wondering on this very same subject. With the capture and subsequent torture that Bellatrix herself is being put through at the hands of Potter, the Dark Lord had entrusted more and more of the torture of innocents in Dean's hands.

After all the reputation of Voldemort must be kept strong...the people must fear what he is.

In the end and despite what they could think or say to prove him wrong. Dean had spoken and unfortunately, what he said was right.

"Figures the light are a bunch of idiots. Now that I think about it is possible what the rumors are stating. If anything it means a whole new ball game...if you pardon the saying."

"What do you mean by that?" Draco asked. Strong and confident, Draco has to keep from hiding his revulsion in front of his former classmate. What this man did to his own family years ago...

Makes his Aunt Bellatrix seem sane...

"If the rumors are true. This will only strengthen the Dark Lord. For now he will fight even hard to keep his control." Dean grinned maliciously. "But it is the rumor of this new prophecy that concerns me..."

"How so..." Ginny replied. Her voice delicate and firm as well, she does not hide her revulsion of this man.

Before he could answer though as his arms reached around to pull her against him, Ginny had given a sigh of relief as Voldemort called for his new torture master. Leaving Draco to give the message to their 'Lord', that she had returned to her home, the young woman found herself walking out of the manor to the apparition point.

Reaching deep into the pockets of her robe, Ginny pulled out the picture she had cut from the Daily Prophet. It was the one of Harry that Rita had managed to get. Greedy to a fault there was a reason why Voldemort did not care if she joined the death eaters or not. Like Fudge, she was easily bribed with money and promises for stories that would make her a star.

Which is why he also knew that at the second the side of Light could offer her more, that vile witch would turn on them in a heartbeat.

Staring at the photo as she shakes off the memories taking over, Ginny gives it a light caress, as she sees the bright eyes and the fierce look of determination etched in his features.

"Harry..."

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At that same time, one Gabrielle Delacourt sat up with a frightened expression on her face. Having been sleeping beside the man that she loved, Gabrielle reached out to touch his cheek and his lips with her fingers. Watching as he stirs himself awake, the confused and lost expression is so adorable, that she can not help but drink him in...

"Gabrielle?"

"A nightmare Harry...just a nightmare..." She whispered. Lying back down beside him, she feels the memories of that dream going away as his arms circle around her once more. Strong and loving, she feels his kiss upon her shoulder and can't help but bury herself deep into his embrace.

For then and only then she feels protected from the nightmares that are only now just beginning...and would continue until the time came for her to stop it.

If she can...