"Sit," Umbridge said pointing to a chair in front of her desk. Harry took a seat. She picked up a quill and continued to writing as she had been doing before he had entered into her office.

"Well now," she said seating her quill down, she looking more toad like as she sat there looking at him like he was a giant fly. "What would you like to drink?"

"What?" Harry asked sure that he had misheard her.

"To drink Mr. Potter," she said, smiling mire widely. "Tea, coffee, pumpkin juice?"

A cup of each appeared before her after a short wave of her wand. "Nothing, thank you," Harry said.

"I wish you to have a drink with me," her voice becoming more dangerously sweet, "Choose one."

"Fine…tea, then," Harry said shrugging.

She got up making quite a performance of adding milk with back to him. She then bustled around desk with it, smiling sinisterly sweet fashion.

"There," she said handing him it to him. "Drink it before it gets cold, won't you? Well, Mr. Potter… I thought that we would have a little chat, after the distress of yesterday."

He said nothing. She settled herself back into seat and waited. When several long minutes passed in silence she said gaily, "You're not drinking up!"

He raised the cup to his lips and then a soft voice whispered to him, "don't drink," he froze looking he looked at Umbridge who didn't seem to hear anything.

"What's the matter? Do you want sugar?" Umbridge asked watching him hungrily.

"No," he answered raising the cup to his lips pretending to drink.

"Good," she whispered, "Very good. Now then… where is Albus Dumbledore.?"

"No idea," Harry said promptly.

Drink up, drink up," she said still smiling. "Now, Mr. Potter, let us not play childish games. I know that you know where he has gone. You and Dumbledore have been in this together from the beginning. Consider your position, Mr. Potter…"

"I don't know where he is," Harry repeated.

He pretended to drink again. She watched him very carefully. "Very well," she said looking very displeased at this. "In that case, you will kindly tell me the whereabouts of Sirius Black."

Harry's stomach turned over and his hand holding the cup shook so that the cup rattled in its saucer. He tilted the cup to his mouth with his lips pressed together so that some of the hot tea tricked down his robes.

"I don't know," he said a little too quickly.

"Mr. Potter, let me remind you that it was I who almost caught the criminal Black in the Gryffindor fire back in October. I know perfectly well that it was you he was meeting and if I had had any proof neither of you would be at large today, I promise you. I repeat Mr. Potter…Where is Sirius Black?"

"No idea, haven't got a clue," Harry said loudly.

"Very well, Potter, I will take your word for it this time, but be warned: The might of the Ministry stands behind me. All channels of communication are being monitored. A floo Network Regulator is keeping watching over every fire in Hogwarts… except mine of course. My Inquisitorial Squad is opening and reading all owl post entering and leaving the castle. And Mr. Filch is observing all secret passages in and out of the castle. If I had a shred of evidence…"

BOOM!

"Back to lunch with you Potter," Umbridge said dashing out of her office.

At the end of the day Umbridge was still trying to clean up the fireworks that Fred and George had set off, when Harry head for Snape's office but along the way he bumped into Cho.

"Are you okay? Umbridge hasn't been asking you about the D.A. has she?"

"Oh no," Cho said hurriedly. "No, it was only… Well, I just wanted to say… Harry, I never dreamed that Marietta would tell…"

"Yeah well," Harry said not wanting to say how he felt about the subject.

"She's a lovely person really," Cho said. "She just made a mistake."

"A lovely person who made a mistake? She sold us all out, including you!"

"Well… we all got away, didn't we?" Cho said pleadingly.

"Yeah well Dumbledore wasn't so lucky," Harry said plainly.

"You know her mum works for the Ministry; it's really difficult for her."

"Ron's dad works for the Ministry too! And in case you hadn't noticed, he hasn't got 'sneak' written across his face."

"That was a horrible trick of Hermione Granger's" Cho said fiercely. "She should have told us she'd jinxed that list."

"Oh yes I forgot, of course, if it was darling Hermione's idea…"

"If it wasn't for Hermione's idea we'd all be chucked out right now wouldn't we?" Cho had nothing to say to that she just glared at him, "now if you will excuse me I have things to do."

Fuming, Harry made his way to Snape's office. He knew he needed to calm down so that he could make a decent attempt in class. But as he arrived Snape was leaving with Malfoy, so Harry waited in Snape's office. He noticed the Pensieve and stood over it, he feel in.

He had been pulled out of the Pensieve but it was too late the damage had been done and he had seen everything. He had never seen Snape so angry before, as he shouted for Harry to get out and never to return. Over the next few weeks Harry did everything to not be caught alone with Snape. But there had also been so much more that happened. The twins had left school and so did Hargid but that wasn't before introducing them to his Giant half brother Grawp. He had done career advising with Professor McGonagall.

Harry had one last exam; he thought most of them with the obvious exceptions had gone well. All he had left was History of magic. He was in the middle of the exam when he was walking along a dark cool corridor to the department of Mysteries again, walking with a firm and purposeful tread, breaking occasionally into a run, determined to reach his destination at last…The black door swung open for him as usual, and he was in the circular room with its many doors…

Straight across the stone floor and through the second door patches of dancing light on the walls and floor and that odd mechanical clicking, bur no time to explore must hurry… His pace quickened until he stopped before a black mass on the floor that moved like a wounded animal.

A voice issued from his own mouth, a high cold voice empty of any human kindness, "Take it for me…Lift it down, now…I cannot touch it…but you can…"

The Black shape upon the floor shifted a little. Harry saw a long figure white hand clutching a wand rise on the end of his own arm…heard the high cold voice say, "Crucio!"

The man let out a scream of pain, attempted to stand but fell back, writhing. Harry was laughing. He raised his want the curse lifted, and the figure groaned and became motionless.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting…"

Very slowly, his arms trembling, the man on the ground raised his shoulders a few inches and lifted his head. His face was bloodstained and gaunt, twisted in pain yet rigid in defiance…

"You'll have to kill me," whispered Sirius.

"Undoubtedly I shall in the end. But first you will fetch it for me first, Black… You think you have felt pain thus far? Think again… We have hours ahead of us and nobody to hear you scream…"

But somebody did scream as Voldermort lowered his wand again; somebody yelled and fell sideways off a hot desk onto the cold stone floor still yelling, his scare on fire as the Great Hall erupted all around him.