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

xWing Zerox...- You forget this is years later and he has won just about every battle except for the recent one with Harry. He has had no reason to really punish anyone. So yeah do I think that he could be potentially crazy and torture his own people for the fun of it? You betcha!

Fibinaci...- Earlier on I mentioned that with Harry not around to save them, people started to join Voldemort out of protection for their families, but also in some cases like Peter did. They simply wanted to follow the line of power...

A couple of you sent me messages concerning who exactly Sarah Brightman was. Well if you have ever heard of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera, when it first came out. She was the first Christine and the woman he wrote the entire play for in the first place. She is what I would term nowadays as someone who could be called the Madonna of opera music. She makes it sound good!

Chapter 49

Confusion

It has almost been two weeks since he had spoken with Draco and Harry was admittedly worried. Staring into the fireplace of Godric's hollow, that doubled as fire and floo he was in thought.

Although he had not said anything to Ron in the letters that they shared with one another, the news that Ginny was a Death Eater had hit him hard. Something from Draco's stance also told him that it was more then likely his former best friend did not know of his sister's choices.

Old feelings that had not risen for a while, that he thought had gone had surfaced leaving him confused and wondering about what to do.

"Worried?" Gabrielle whispered as she sat next to him.

Hearing the softness of her voice, and the immediate gentleness that it exuded Harry allowed himself to relax and lie down in her presence. His head in her lap, he could already fill her hands gently combing through his hair.

"Confused..."

"Aaah, it is this Ginny is it not?"

Turning up to look at her, despite his position, Harry can't help but see the gentle and loving smile upon her features. "Gabrielle...I..."

"It is all right Harry." The blonde replied gently. "She was your first love...of course you care about her."

"You don't think it's wrong?"

"Harry...the fact that you have chosen to stay here with me, rather then go and find her? That tells me much." Gabrielle whispered with a soft gaze.

"That's what's wrong! Despite the past Gabrielle, I owe the Weaselys so much. It would only be right that I did go and search for her."

"I know Harry...I know. The problem is she is of the enemy now is she not. Sooner or later you won't have to find her...she will find you."

Despite the soft quality of her voice, Harry ends up looking at Gabrielle with his Green eyes wide and expressive in disbelief. The young woman looks at him with a sad gaze in her features. "Deep down you know I am right Harry, sooner or later you may have to fight her if only to protect her from herself."

Remaining silent, he just turns back and looks towards the warm fire that he had been staring into before she came. Savoring the feel of her hand through his hair, out of what became habit for him, his own hand started running up and down her legs. As if to absorb the feel of comfort that only she could give...

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Sirius was looking at the gaze of his godson and future bride with a smile that loved and also worried.

The way Nimue had taken off after whatever she had seen was nerve wracking to say the least. And it also made him wonder...

You see something else was starting to happen. Whatever this place was, it was starting to shimmer. Starting to look once more like the Department of Mysteries, but every time he would approach that spot, that place where he could reach?

It disappeared...

And he was pulled back to where he currently is now.

The only real entertainment or even company that he has is Nimue and the scrying pool that helped him watch the events going on without him. Already he knew what Gabrielle was hiding and knew that Harry would be not only worried as it would make her a bigger target.

But he would still be pleased as punch, for if there was ever someone ready to be a father...

It was Harry...

Gabrielle was two weeks pregnant.

The flames of Hope began to grow even brighter

But at the same time darkness was beginning to fall

Two prophecies

One man, One woman

And a horrible choice...