I do not own Harry Potter and please read the note from Chapter 1. I am tired of ignorant idiots sending me messages telling me how to write.

All right, some of you have wondered about the ending from the last chapter which I will mention now.

Spoiler alert!

In the Seventh Book it was found out that Dumbledore asked Snape to kill him.

End alert!

I will not go into what I have planned further then that. But needless to say Alexandre picked up on Albus's desires...

Chapter 60

Elder Wand...Part 1

Startled by the outrageous statement, that Alexandre has made, Minerva as well as Ron were about to argue this, when they found Albus was not laughing. Was not telling them that it was a joke, and judging by the fact he was nodding his head as if in agreement to the wolf's words.

Well all hell was just about to break loose...

"Albus surely he is not right! I mean, you can't want them to kill you!"

"Minerva...in getting that locket, I essentially became dead to the world. We lost one of our own, whom I had asked to help me in the fetching of it." The older man said sadly.

"You mean?"

Nodding his head, Minerva lets out a sound of sadness. Not to long ago, far before the return of Harry, Albus and Kingsley Shacklebolt had gone somewhere. And Kingsley...

The tall black auror never returned. A good man to say the least, he was missed greatly as he was a valuable asset to the failing side of Light. A good man to say the least, losing him had indeed been hard on all of them.

"But why...how..."

Albus responded with one word. One that sent shivers down the spines of all but Alexandre in the room.

"Inferi"

At that moment, Harry's power fluxed. Despite the trial and everything, that brief time despite his belief in Harry's guilt. Kingsley had been kind while in Azkaban. Even many of the Death Eaters in the jail appreciated the measures he took to keep them from starving.

All though the bread and gruel was lousy at least it was fresh.

Unlike most of the others in the Ministry, who treated the prisoners with disdain. At least eh had made them feel something of human.

To be killed by what is virtually the undead?

"Voldemort traps them don't they...?" Harry muttered as his green eyes glared with an almost inhuman light. The fire having died down, the others were immediately wary. Albeit a Phoenix Animagus and something of light, Harry had lived far to long with that aspect of Voldemort within him.

Although it is gone, to much has been integrated into Harry's life. If there was ever an in-between classification of wizardry it would be Harry now. Light core...dark mind...

Or a Grey Wizard

Dumbledore nods his head sadly in response. "I believe so Harry..." The older man said sadly as he sank into his chair. "The traps on the locket were to complex. To difficult to comprehend, to get the locket...one had to endure them all as the other person would be suffering to hold the traps at bay. But we also knew the way Voldemort did them as we detected."

Pausing as he had to answer it was Harry who figured out. "It took longer then what you could hold didn't it? Kingsley was not a young man, he took to long. He gave you what you wanted..."

"But he died in the process, as I to be now dying. The potion was poisonous that I was required to take to hold them back as long as I have. Hermione had been gracious enough to find a potion to prolong my life as long as it has been."

"SHE KNOWS!"

"She does indeed Minerva, Sirius." Dumbledore said quietly. "She was the one who in fact volunteered herself that day. But with Severus being more and more forced to stay by Voldemort's side. She is the only one whom I could trust do brew the potions should anything happen alongside Madame Pomphrey. Severus provided her with notes, she did the brewing."

"But Albus why? Why do you want us to kill you?" Remus asked with a calm voice. He was still shock, from this recent revelation as were the others. "And even then, if you wanted to die, why not simply kill yourself."

"Because I have something in my possession that would not allow it Remus, something that should he find out. Could turn the tides quite easily..."

"Which is what?" Ron asked. Despite agreeing with many things each person in the room had said, even Minerva was startled at this information that implied so much as to what Albus had been keeping.

"What do you all know of the Tales of Beetle the Bard?"

Confused for a moment, as Harry has a puzzled expression on his features, Remus speaks up. "The children's fairy tale? The one about the three brothers and the deal they made with the devil? The stick that never loses, the stone that sees death and the cloak of stealth...?"

"Indeed"

"Albus that is just a story? Isn't it?" Sirius worded carefully. But as the elderly wizard shakes his head he looks at Harry with a sad gaze. Bringing out his wand and placing it before them along with a scrap of a familiar material, which George had allowed him to take as he kept the rest.

"Forgive me Harry, perhaps if I had not asked your father for it. He and your mother might have stood a chance."