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Trivia: Ok, last chapter I asked you a question and this chapter is dedicated to Ms. Rissy for guessing Scorpius's middle name in the reviews. Ok, this chapter's question is: Who owned the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley? Do not cheat, but I have no way to tell so we are going by the honor code.


Albus was, once again, alone by the lake, this time Lysander wasn't even there. He was there for a few minutes, and when he turned back, he was extremely surprised to see Sybill Trelawney standing behind him.

"You never came, Albus Potter, to my presence. So I came to you. When I bumped into you, I saw something. A great evil, the forest of Sages, Werewolfs, and you. You have to be careful. Try chosing the right path, for if you don't, you will be sorry. The darkness will overcome you, and you will turn on your friends and family. But there is more still."

But she was stone silent. It seemed she either didn't want to tell him or forgot. "What is more?" Albus asked.

"Right. I also saw a great journey, but I saw no more." Then she turned and walked away. Albus turned back to the lake.

"She's a nutter. Too bad I have to take her class next year." Albus said. "And I'm talking to myself...again." Albus picked up a stone and chucked it into the lake. "I'm such a loser. I can't do a single thing right."

"Don't talk down on yourself, and why do you have to do Divination?" A voice next to Albus said. Albus jumped and swung his head to the right, to see a curious Lysander looking at the water. He was as taller than Albus, but Albus is four feet eleven inches tall, so it is not saying much.

"Lysander! When did you get their!" Albus yelled.

"Oh, I was in the Forbidden Forest, with the Centaurs. They really like me. But how about the fact you have to have Divination class next year?"

"Ok...my brother james, you see he was-" Albus started when Lysander nodded.

"Ok, I get it." Lysander said. "You must hate your brother. He teases and pranks and stuff all the time, mainly to you, and may I add your blue hair?"

"It's fading! But is it very...noticible?"

"Yea, it is. But I overheard James talk about another 'cure' and he said your uncle George is sure it works, but your gonna have to find his secret hiding spot, I think it's somewhere around the 7th floor." Lysader said. "Just don't tell James I told you, ok?"

"Sure, I would never do anything to you, your one of the few people I can trust here. Roxy, Fred, James, sometimes Rose, and Molly aren't the best company around here."


That night at the great hall Albus, Samantha, and Scorpius were staring at the small goblet. This has been the third night Albus had to drink the Wolfsbane potion, and he hates it.

"It's so disgusting! It ruins that dinner and dessert I just ate and makes me want to through up, and then I can't eat or drink for thirty more minutes!" Albus complained.

Samantha sighed. "You have to take it Albus, do want to turn into a monster and attack Hagrid in four days?" She asked, though she knew the answer. Behind her, Bastian O'Keefe was standing impatiently.

"Just take it Albus! I don't want you taking it in the bed anymore, you were gaging for hours last night!" Bastian said. Bastian wasn't the nicest person in the world. He was a friend of Albus, but he could be a brute sometimes. Last year, in potions, he tricked Rose into taking a love potion so she would make the Acheing Potion, which stops aches and pains in the head and stomach. He put so much into her she was sent to the Hospital wing and had to stay there for two days because all she did was think about Bastian, and scream about him.

"Albus, just do it already." Said Scorpius. "It's better now than when your about to sleep." With this, Albus drank the entire goblet. When he was done, he looked like he was about to throw up.

"That stuff tastes like shit!" Albus yelled. Some people nearby stared, but overall the great hall was too loud to hear him. "Well, that was better than yesterday's reaction." Said Albus, who indeed yelled so loud he was given a detention by Professer Melek, so pretty much it's hell.


The next day, after classes, after all it was a monday, Albus walked up to the seventh floor. He was going to find that secret hiding place! Albus searched and searched for nearly an hour when he started to pace and think. He checked every picture, every door, every vase, almost everything.

Honestly, I would have given up by that point, but this is Albus, not me. As Albus was pacing he heard a sound, like stone moving against each other. Albus turned to see a giant door that definately wasn't there a minute ago.

"What just happened?" Albus said. Albus walked into the room. It was smoky in the room. Albus shut the door behind him, to reveal it disappeared. Albus walked around. He saw a few things. It was a huge room, so huge you could fit thirty elephants in there and still have enough room a few olympic-sized swimming pools. There were huge mounds of black ash. Except in the back, where some things seemed to be. Albus was walking over to the back when he tripped over something and he landed head first to something hard, and he heared a cracking sound. Albus's head hurt, but not broken hurt. Albus pushed him self into a sitting formation and looked down to see a now cracked charred skull and an completely charred skeleton.

Out of one of the eye holes a pixie came out, and it seemed angry. It flew up to Albus and it hit his eye, and since Albus didn't blink fast enough, he had the feeling he just poked his own eye. The pixie flew back into it's skull, and it somehow repaired the crack.

Albus was confused for a second, but he quickly got back on task. Albus quickly found the cure which was supposed to be used in the shower, and a scrap piece of parchment.


Author's Note: So, I think that this chapter is the final chapter before I reach my first story with a 1,000 views milestone. So with that, I would love some reviews too.

P.S. This is the important chapter, so when I said the next chapter was really important I thought this would have been part of it, but instead I decided to make more of it.