Evelyn's pov

Fed up of Ronald Weasley's gaze, I knew I had to confront it somehow. Despite my best efforts, I hadn't succeeded in swaying any order member to let me go back to Hogwarts. What was most ridiculous thing was that the only order member I had actually swayed in any shape or form was Snape. There was only so long I could stand Ronald's seething gaze. There was only so much room to avoid him too. Ronald was swiftly becoming my biggest irritant here. I would call him Weasley but considering the amount of Weasleys here that was entirely impractical. For now I decided on calling him Ronald. Considering Granger was coming here in a week I was doomed.

"There is only so long I can put up with this." I muttered to Ginny.

"I know what you mean, I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of the holidays another war breaks out. He's as close to boiling over as you are." She murmured. "He is so deluded."

"I still find it difficult to believe that six months ago we would have considered the other best friends. Really this glaring is getting stupid. I don't want to be here as much as he doesn't want me here. Soon something snaps and I can't help but wonder if this relates to it." I shuddered. "If only Tom was here."

"You're right, something doesn't feel right. It feels like something is brewing. Ronald could easily be the cause of it." She muttered darkly.

"We need to do something, even if it's a temporary truce. When Granger gets here I dread to think what's going to kick off otherwise." I spoke grimly. "We need some way to break the ice, even if it won't last when we get back to Hogwarts. It's strange trying to think of something to say where we'd have neutral ground when this time last year it would have been as easy as breathing."

"Yeah, it is weird. You three used to be as thick as thieves." Ginny nodded, agreeing.

"Seems prejudice is the flaw of the wizarding world. Without our prejudices…without them this war would never have come into play well it shouldn't have at least. I expect throughout history many wars would have been averted. Prejudice against heritage, about traits… Its stupid yet without it Voldemort would not have gained as many followers. Somehow I think this war must be deeper somehow." Ginny looked confused at my words.

"What do you mean?" Curiousness showed in her irises as she asked.

"Whatever will happen, I doubt Tom would merely hate people on blood status. I think somehow it's a façade to him. Like some sort of way of gaining followers but not the real cause. People can't change so much. Tom doesn't hate muggleborns now, he himself is a half-blood after all. A muggle raised half-blood at that." I blinked, something was missing.

"So you think this war is far more than blood purity, or rather he only supports blood purity as a means to an end? What could that possibly be? It makes sense, your theory but I can't help but feel we're missing pieces." She tilted her head thoughtfully.

"I think it has something to do with me." I winced.

"How? How can his goal have anything to do with you?" She demanded. "Evelyn don't you dare blame yourself for Voldemort."

"Ginny I will turn as dark as Voldemort, Tom becomes him! This happens at Christmas. There is a turning point, where everything changes. What destroyed Voldemort?" I hissed. "A baby, my past. That can't be a mere coincidence can it? Things are connecting, and by the time they seal it will be over. It will be too late, history dictates this, but it doesn't stop us fighting. Do you know what they will call me? They'll call me the Lady of Echoes. She who must never be named! It has already happened, yet not. It isn't just Tom trapped in a future he cannot control, it is us too. Voldemort attacked a baby he knew would become me, he doesn't know the entire details does he? He knew before he attacked me as baby he'd be defeated, but he did it anyway. That shows desperation, sheer desperation or that he couldn't help himself."

"You think something happens between the two of you?" Her eyes widened stunned.

"I don't know, I'd never do anything to hurt him. I'd never! But then…I cannot see how there is another possible option." Ginny paled. My eyes widened in worry. "What?"

"If it makes you become as equally bitter, equally ruthless then…maybe if it was you who did something then you were forced or had no choice. Something could force your hand, it could be for his own good but it would still leave the pair of you as wretched as that." She shuddered. "I know you as well as I know Tom, neither would cause deliberate harm to the other without reason. Something is off."

"What's off?" The drawling voice of Ronald Weasley, burst into earshot. "Realising Potter is nothing by darkness itself."

Deep breaths. I wanted to scream, wanted to tear my hair out. He's right though, I will become nothing but darkness won't I? I'll become a monster, nothing but a heartless wretch. "Leave her alone! She is far from dark!" Ginny defended me, defending me once again. I had less than a month from the dark.

"Oh is she such a coward she cannot even defend herself?" He spat.

"Look do you think I care about this petty rivalry? I'll tell you this; I don't. I know about your little club, the DA and I really don't care. You just can't accept the fact I love him. I love him and soon it will break my heart. It will break me, break us all and you will be left helpless. It isn't a threat, it is a prophecy. Do you really think that if I was collaborating with the dark, Voldemort would want me dead? Are you really that thick to believe that he would kill the child who would become an ally of his?" I hissed. "You know nothing!"

"So you know he's only using you?" He sneered.

"I know him, know him as he is. He's never do that. Never. At least he'd never do it as he is. He isn't Voldemort yet, and the transition is coming!" I glared.

"You sense he is turning dark and you stay with him?" Ronald sneered. "Your pathetic, so pathetic Potter you can't even see he's using you! No. Wait. It's even worse. You see he's becoming Voldemort and you do nothing!"

I shook my head. "It isn't gradual, it's an instant and instant of time which cannot be changed. It's fixed and I don't know what it is. It's coming, its coming and when it does…"

"When it does what?" He spat. "You'll finely wake to your senses?"

"You don't get it do you? When it does two dark leaders rise, not just one!" I spoke, feeling completely numb. "Two arise. Two not one. The Lady of Echoes does, she's of our time. Hasn't made the transition ether. Lady of Echoes, Lord Voldemort. Both with an innate loathing of the other. Both with a fierce hatred of the other. I have no idea who she is." She won't be me. "When it happens we're done for, you'll want a saviour. You'll look to me, or rather the world will but it'll break me into so many pieces Ronald…I won't be recognisable as human anymore."

"Why haven't you told the order?" He demanded. "How did you find out about the Lady of Echoes?"

"Portraits. Portraits… with knowledge of the whispers that will leak through the gap. They've heard of her, heard of her from the rift caused when he arrives to his time newly born as Lord Voldemort. Do you know what they call her? Do you know what they call the echo of our future, the echo not born yet? She who must NEVER be named." My voice shook. "Do you think they could do a thing? Time is burning, fixed in this loop and we can't escape it. This fixed point will leave me in shatters, and will birth Lord and Lady both."

"You think that an event transforms him here?" Suspicion shot through his narrowed eyes.

"Both Eve-Heather and I." Ginny corrected herself, about to call me Evelyn. "Both Heather and I know him, while powerful, insanely so, he's not Voldemort. People aren't born evil."

"Explain the diary then. That was him. That was your Tom Riddle was it not?" Ron sneered. "That diary was made last year in his timeline, Hermione worked it out. He was the Voldemort in the diary and you still trust him?"

That was a remarkably intelligent answer, I blinked. For once he had actually made a valid point. "Have you spoken to him once? No. You don't know him, I do." Weak, weak answer Evelyn. Of course it would be weak though, considering you have no factual evidence despite its truth. "Are you saying that I should have simply believed Draco Malfoy on the train in first year?" I asked simply, using Ginny's tactic.

"What?" He asked bewildered.

" 'Some wizards are better than others' implying you were a lot worse merely because of your blood. You hadn't met before had you? Neither of you met yet both of you had judged the other on your families opinions. That is like judging muggleborns of their parents, both of you judged by heritage whether or not you want to admit it. I'm sure we've had this argument before. Same old, same old. You still do. You judge on colour, the colour of a tie. You judge on a families history and what you've heard. You don't judge on facts, you judge on distortions. You judge on opinions, opinions of the masses. I don't expect you to accept Tom, I expect you could at least be civil." I glared.

"If you think I'll be civil with that monster your mistaken!" He yelled.

"Were you there?" I asked softly.

"Where? Where was I supposed to be?" Anger, frustration embellished his voice.

"Were you there when he opened the chamber, do you know all the facts? No. You don't know the circumstance. I suggest a truce, if you think I can stand being trapped in this house if you are constantly attacking me for who I love? Ask Murtle who her best friend was, you'll be surprised. Her death was an accident, he didn't know she was there. Ask her what he was like in Hogwarts 50years ago. Make your choice then. You say the diary was him, that it was indeed made a year previous in his timeline. I can't dispute it, I know it myself." I locked eyes on him.

"Then why do you trust him?" He hissed.

"I know him. The fact is, that if I was trapped in a diary for 50years I'd do the same. Fifty years of solitude would drive anyone mad. I spoke with him, the diary Riddle." I winced. "Do you want me to tell you the truth? I lied. I lied in second year. It wasn't me who stabbed the diary."

"What?" His eyes narrowed.

"It was him. It was him, he died to let Ginny live." Ginny stiffened beside me, stunned. "Give me truth serum if you don't believe me. It's true."

"Why did you lie?" He asked stunned.

"I didn't understand it, I was scared. I was only twelve years old and I nearly died that night. Did you know I suffered from depression back then? Did you know I welcomed the venom? I came so close to dying, then that phoenix… 'Death is merely a state where pain is destroyed' that is what I believed. I longed for it, wanted it more than anything. I feared pain more than anything. I didn't care anymore, I wanted it to end." I hissed.

"You could have said something, Hermione and me… we would have helped you! Helped you get through it!" He voice weak, stunned, unsure of anything anymore.

"You knew about the Dursleys , how they treated me like a slave and beat me. None of you did anything. You don't get it do you? Tom taught me how to live… Until this year, I still believed it. I'd tried you know, tried suicide and every single time I survived. It was only this year when I met him, I truly started to live." I breathed.

"Why didn't you tell me he…?" Ginny asked weakly.

"I've never told anyone." I glared darkly at Ronald. "Happy now?" I hissed.

"We never knew…" He muttered weakly. "He saved Ginny?"

I nodded. "Yes, he spared her. It showed he wasn't truly evil. I still don't truly know why, and I'll never know. All these years I've wondered why, until I came up with a theory… 'Death is merely a state where pain is destroyed'. He wanted to be released from that diary. He didn't say a thing about muggleborns… I think he wanted to end it. I think he wanted to be released and death was a way."

"Truce." Hs voice was dark, littered with thoughtfulness. "Fine we'll have a truce, once we return to Hogwarts I'm checking with moaning Murtle, with portraits. If I find anything…"

"If you think that sounds threatening your sorely mistaken." I rolled my eyes. "Nonetheless I wouldn't expect you to do anything but. If you truly want to teach your…students…" I leered at the words. "…how to fare if they come into contact with death eaters tell them that battling them is idiotic if you can escape. If they fight unnecessary battles they could end up dead, if you can run, run. Have a tactical retreat. Teach them tactics, ways to surprise the enemy. Spells isn't always the answer."

"You think I trust you?" He sneered.

"The question isn't whether or not you trust me, whether you should heed my words. Voldemort killed my parents." I hissed. "That has not changed. My life will be hell, if you think I wish others to suffer similarly you're mistaken. Think about it my words are logical."

"Ron she's right. You may not trust her but she's right." Ginny pointed out, recovering slightly as her eyes flickered to me unnerved. "Fighting directly won't do much good; they're students! They've completed their education. Not to mention have studied dark arts and will use spells they cannot. What can you use against that? There is no way you could possibly train them to death eater standard, no way. That rules power out. It leaves cunning and tactics."

"They have no subtlety. They are blunt but power wise… Voldemort wouldn't interest himself in fools Ronald without good reason. Power is the only possible connection. Teenagers have little chance, no matter how well taught. I only survived through chance, though luck, because he wanted to humiliate me rather than kill me straight off." I knew it was true. In the graveyard, he had sought to humiliate me, to prove he was superior to me…to cause me pain. It was only through chance I survived. Mere chance I lived. No. That's not exactly true, if my body didn't heal itself from life threatening injuries it would have been the case though.

"I can't trust a word you say on this. You love him, you said it yourself." He glared.

"If I loved Voldemort do you think for a second that I would have told them about that snake? Anyone who can order someone to kill in that fashion, in that amount of agony is nothing but a monster. Tom died long ago, from that point. I saw it, I saw it all." I hissed. "I love not him, but Tom Marvolo Riddle. He is not Voldemort yet, it is he who I love. Voldemort is not him."

"You keep saying that but where is the proof?" He asked. "Heather we were once friends, but I can't be friends with anyone who is in love with that monster."

I kept my gaze steady. "I cannot be friends with anyone who exiled me from my own house, and is just a prejudiced as those you claim to hate. You almost killed me, would have killed me. We've danced the same dance, over and over again."

"How many times have you refused to listen Ron?" Ginny glared. "So many times have you spoken the same words, fought in the same way. You never once listen."

"Look I thought we were going to have a truce?" I arched an eyebrow coolly.

"Point taken." He glared stiffly. "What does the truce entail?" He hissed rather reluctantly.

"An oath not to deliberately stir up a hornets nest, in other words no mentioning Tom, Slytherin or anyone or thing that you and I have different opinions on. You won't glare or mutter anything under your breath about me. You'll try and persuade Granger to do the same. You will not curse me or anyone I associate with me. I won't antagonise you, in fact I'll avoid you as best I can. I won't glare at you and will try and leave you in peace." I replied.

"Have you got anything to add Ron?" Ginny asked calmly.

"Yes, you will swear an oath not to tell your darling boyfriend anything that happens from now till we arrive at Hogwarts." He stood his ground. "You will not sneak around, gain any information belonging to the order. They may trust you but I do not."

"Ditto. You will not snoop, try and find out information on Tom and I. I don't trust you not to use it against the pair of us." I replied coolly. "I won't have you using information against me when I arrive back."

"You will also not reveal any information the order divulge to you, if they do so. You will not write any letters containing clues to your darling boyfriend this location." No need really, considering I'd already persuaded Sirius to arrange for Tom and I to meet. I wasn't foolish enough to arrange it here of course, Voldemort would use it against me; he'd remember.

"Of course, if you think I'd risk that anyway your mistaken." I smirked.

"What?" That sure caught him. "Isn't he supposed to be your perfect boyfriend?" He sneered.

"Tom may not hurt me but Voldemort would. I'm not going to risk Sirius or the order to Voldemort's rath either. I trust Tom, I don't trust Voldemort. Any memories of Tom's belong to Voldemort do they not?" My eyes challenged his.

"You think this yet you still give him your heart? Anything you tell him can be used against you, even if you do honestly he won't betray you. Why risk giving him your heart at all?" He asked.

"Can you really control who you fall for?" I asked.

"According to you no." He narrowed his eyes. "I don't trust you Potter, not anymore."

"What can I say?" I shrugged. "Ditto. It was you after all who stabbed me in the back for loving someone you didn't trust, actually scratch that… for talking to someone you hated actually. We hadn't actually fallen for each other then had we?" I hissed. "You still saw fit to go and chuck me out of the house."

To my surprise he actually flinched. "He is pure evil!"

I laughed. "No one is born evil, in some cases mental disorders can lead to it but no one is actually born evil. The way people are raised can lead them to become evil, the way people are treated can, and their experiences too but they aren't born evil."

"So you have it in your heart to forgive the person who will murder you parents?" He snorted.

"Haven't you been listening? Still you ignore her. He hasn't murdered her parents, what Voldemort has done is unforgivable but that hasn't happened yet." Ginny glared.

"Either way, he'll betray her. It is still his future and if he can turn his back on the person he supposedly loves, and tries to kill her it generally means he never cared a damn about her in the first place." I couldn't help but flinch at that. "If he loved her, he'd never be able to kill her no matter what happens. Firing the death curse at her as a baby proves that."

"Just goes to show how little you ever cared about your friendship with her then." Ginny hissed icily. "After all you've tried to kill her, or have you forgotten your stunt with the bombarda? You're lucky she survived!"

"How though? Something like that isn't possible without dark magic!" He hissed.

"Did you see my lips move, or Tom's for that matter?" I glared. "I did not cast dark magic, and neither did he or did you ignore my words earlier. It happens every single time. Every time I tried to die, I healed. Overdoes of pills, slitting my throat, plunging a dagger into my heart, jumping off a cliff… believe me the list is endless."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" He asked softer.

"Why should I? You wouldn't have done anything would you? Even if you cared a damn you couldn't have." I hissed sharply.

"Ron is right Ev-Heather." I looked towards Ginny. "Heather he's right, you should have told someone. Anyone." She murmured.

"It doesn't matter now. I'm over it." I shrugged.

"It does matter though, you said Tom taught you how to live." She locked eyes on me. "What happens when he's gone?"

"Only God knows." I shrugged.

Her eyes were steady. "Lady of Echoes…makes sense, so much sense. He'll never know how much it fits, echoes are fragments, reflections. Not the true thing, just distortions. That's all you'll be isn't it once he's gone? His leaving won't turn her dark, his actions will but combined with what he means to you and what you are without him… He's like your air isn't he?"

"Yes."

"You're talking in riddles Ginny. Who is she?" Ron asked intently. "We could stop her rising."

Ginny shook her head. "If anything Ron you could be the cause, that could be the cause and your meddling could create the future you fear."

"If we can stop this-" I interrupted him.

"We don't even know what that is. Actions have consequences and your actions to put a stop to it could easily be the cause." I spoke coldly. "Lady of Echoes, distortions of her former self. A reflection. What power do you have to write what is written?"

"Meddling in time has its consequences." Ginny muttered.

"Oh it isn't meddling, we're living our time and it is quickly catching up. This is a loop, for Voldemort is has already happened but for us it has not. For Tom he is living in a time where his future has already happened but for him it has not. We're playing a game we cannot win. It has already been lost just as much as it hasn't occurred." I muttered darkly.

"You actually love him don't you?" Ronald asked.

"Of course." I hissed. "Do you think I would be so cruel as to lead him on?"

"I think he'd be cruel enough to lead you on, I think he's cunning enough to trick and manipulate you." He replied. "He'll betray you in the end."

"Says you who claims I'm dark!" I spat. "Why would he betray someone who is on his side? Your views rather contradict themselves do they not?"

"I'd thought you were dark, now I think you're just deluded." He sneered. "That is just as bad in my book."

"I'm not deluded." I shook my head. "The deluded one is you. You think that this world is split into light and dark, good and evil…it isn't. In fact it is far from it Ronald. This war is the perfect example!" I spat.

"Oh so you agree with some of his ideals? His are that of a deranged lunatic!" He spat. "That makes you a fool, and just as evil as he then!"

"You think anyone who is in slytherin is dark. The dark lord wants muggleborn destruction, and freedom of the things claimed as dark like so called dark creatures. Werewolves, vampires and even centours to a certain extent. Creature the ministry persecute needlessly. Do you think Lupin is evil?" I asked. "Do you?"

"No…" He stuttered.

"The ministry does, your perfect light side does nothing. The dark lord does. This war is about prejudice, prejudice against blood, and things deemed dark. Your ministry shuns things so called dark like parseltongue, lycanthropy and other creatures and gifts. You do nothing against it and sit there." I glared. "You watch and do nothing! As deranged as the dark lord is, he does not."

"She doesn't say the dark lord is right Ronald, she's saying the views of the wizarding world are prejudice and wrong." Ginny backed up. "Ignoring her boyfriend has she done any actions deemed as evil to you?"

He blinked, slowly but surely seeing truth in her words. "No."

"Exactly, she wants change Ron! An end to the prejudice of the wizarding world, not just that of blood status but that of kind. You don't know Tom, right now he isn't persecuting so called mudbloods or creatures. He too hasn't done anything deemed as evil." She pointed out.

"Dumbledore doesn't persecute creatures!" Ron stuttered.

"Does he do anything about it though? Ask yourself that. He sees muggleborn treatment and fights but not that of creatures. He does nothing. Is it a wonder so many people turn to the dark lord? Considering you call every single slytherin dark, is it a wonder they support him ether? People don't want to be persecuted! No one does!" I glared. "Sitting and watching is just as bad as doing it."

"You've chosen your own side!" His eyes narrowed accusingly.

"Of course I have." I hissed. "To not do so would be a wrong to them."

"So it'll be a four sided war then, not a three sided war but one." He stated.

"What?" I blinked momentarily thrown.

"Lady of Echoes, Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort and you. Four sides, maybe even five if you count the order and ministry as separate as it looks like it's going." His answer reasonable. "You've chosen our side then."

"Indeed." I shivered, knowing it would be a three way war. At some point the ministry would choose a side, the side the public rally behind most probably. It won't be mine. By then my ideals would have been just as warped as Voldemort's. Then either way something will lose, and something lost without salvation; the people the side supports.

"Ok then we have a truce." He didn't flinch as he offered his hand.

"A truce it is then." I shook his hand firmly. I turned, heading to the library.

"Potter?" I glanced back, confused. "You're right, something does need to be done but not your way."

"Meaning?" I asked coldly, though he was correct to a certain extent; I couldn't be the one to lead the way because by then it'll be too late for me. I'll be as insane as he.

"Dumbledore will know how to do this." He insisted, I couldn't help but laugh. "You really should let him do this."

I shook my head. "He won't do anything though, will he? That's the point. Do you know what it is like being treated like a freak, like a monster, to see children flinch away from you as you tried to ask if they were ok? That is what happens to people daily, and he sits by and lets it happen. It is inexcusable Ronald. Inexcusable." My gaze was hard, remembering how people treated me as a child…how, thanks to the lies of the Dursleys, parents would forbid their children to talking to me. "It must end."

"You're a child! It isn't your call!" He claimed.

"Then who's is it? Who's call is it? I'm the child you claimed to be evil remember? Tom Riddle is my age too remember, he's my age. Doesn't a child describe him too?" I shook my head bitterly. "If I do nothing, nothing will change. Don't you see? I don't have a choice. I don't have a choice, like I didn't have one in first year with the philosopher's stone, like I didn't have one in second year, like I didn't have one in third or fourth or even as a baby!"

"You always have a choice." Ron murmured softly. Weird; when did I start thinking of him as Ron again?

"Do nothing and I allow an evil akin to that of Voldemort to flourish, without any to stand for it if he dies and another thrives. I have a choice yes, but not one I'll willingly take." My eyes were stone cold.

"When did you become so…?" He trailed off, unsure of how to word it.

"Always, I just wore a mask to hide it before. It has changed form slightly, but it has always been there. You just couldn't see it before." He shook his head.

"No not that, I mean that cold bitterness that comes with knowing. You look like you've lived a thousand lives, the way your eyes glint… The way they gleam with sadness of that which hasn't come. Dumbledore has it, not as vibrant as you but it is still there. Knowing what is to come without much you can do to act on it." I blinked surprised.

"I see it too." Ginny murmured softly. "Only, unlike Ron, I know what has caused it."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Kismet, destiny, fate….Time bind her to a fate she sees as worse than death." She answered. "She knows the outcome, yet not the method of which it takes place." We jumped at the sound of a bang. Behind was Moody.

"What outcome girl?" His eyes were narrowed dangerously, as magic swarmed the old wizard. Suspicion steeped, darkly threaded, through his body language. "Who told you? Was it Sirius?" I stepped back, panicked as he moved towards me.

"You know of the Lady of Echoes?" Ginny stepped in front of me, shielding me from Moody's wrath. "How could you let it happen if you already knew? Why couldn't you have warned us ages ago?" Her voice cracked in anger. "How could you? How could you not tell her of something that big!"

"What are you talking about?" He asked suddenly.

"You don't know?" I asked, eyes narrowing. "What do you know then, know of my future? You know something, something big. What?"

"Lady of Echoes? What did you find out? Why didn't you come to a member of the order about something like this? Lady of Echoes? You know of another rising dark figure?" I couldn't help but laugh at his confusion.

"If you don't know why should we tell you?" Ginny blinked in disbelief. "You know something just as big, your hiding from us about her future. Why should we tell you this?"

"Girl that information is strictly order business, what is this of Lady of Echoes?" He growled.

"Why should we tell you if you won't tell us this?" I nearly gaped in shock as Ron suddenly jumped in too.

The creak of a door made me turn. Standing there was a very confused Sirius. "Have I missed something? Moody what are you doing?" I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Apparently there's a new dark lady rising, they won't say a thing until we tell them what is going on." It was like they were speaking invisibly. "If Voldemort has a powerful ally he is willing to call a Lady…."

"You know something, know something big of the future, my future. You don't tell us. Why?" I hissed.

"It is no place for children." I snorted in disbelief at his answer.

"No place for children? Don't I have a right, after all I've been through, to know that of which affects my future? Face it. This is my war as much as it is yours. Whether or not I like it, Voldemort will drag me into this wretched war. He will. I have a right to know this, know what could help me survive this!" What could help Tom survive this. Sirius mentioned something Voldemort wanted last time… "Arthur Weasley was attacked defending that thing Voldemort wanted. Am I right?"

"Yes." Sirius answered gravely.

"Don't be mad! You know what Dumbledore said!" Moody spat.

"She's right, and from what I gathered she has information which could affect this war drastically. If she knows something like that, how is this any better Mad-eye? It seems to be just as important. She needs to know." I smiled as he stood up for me.

"With Voldemort looking in her head?" He glared. "What then? If she knows, he could find out."

"Voldemort looking in my head?" I asked coldly, my eyes narrowing dangerously. "Voldemort looking in my head. How? That's why I saw it, and considering it was in my head I have every right to know. Voldemort wouldn't dare search through my head, searching for information; he already know the current timeline…knows how it proceeds. With everything at Hogwarts considered, he wouldn't risk any action directly at me currently. Sending me things…I wouldn't put it past him but anything further…right now fate considered he wouldn't risk it. What are you hiding?"

"Heather is right, he wouldn't dare. He knows this timeline, it is his own and right now he wouldn't dare." Surprisingly enough, it was Ron again.

"Why is that boy?" Moody hissed.

"That all lies with the Lady of Echoes." He answered, cleverly diverting it from Tom. Why didn't the order know of him? "Of which, unless you explain what your hiding, you'll know not of."

"There is a prophecy." My eyes widened at Sirius' words.

"Black, don't you-" Sirius ignored Moody's protests.

"'She who has the power to defeat the dark lord approaches' then it goes on to say 'nether can live while the other survives'. It was the prophecy which drove him to try to kill you as a baby." I noted he didn't give me the whole thing, just the jist. Clever Sirius.

"Why not tell me the whole of it?" I asked softly.

"So that if Voldemort looks he only knows as much as you." So that was all he knew…Prophecy or no, that didn't change my feelings for him. So what on earth will? Happy new year….won't be happy will it? Neither of us will have a 'happy' new year. The new year welcomes pain, my own destruction. How could it possibly be a happy one? "Should he search your mind he'll see nothing new."

"Lady of Echoes, also known as Lady Rosa… she'll become just as warped as Voldemort is, the fate of the pair entwined. They won't be on the same side, they'll be on opposites. Fighting a war of bitter blood between them." Revenge. It'll be a war of revenge, though what possibly could cause it? "She will come into play soon, just as he did a long time ago. It will become a three way war, at least. There will be bloodshed on a scale, even you haven't seen before. Unlike your information, it isn't a prophecy, it is fact. Voldemort saw it, saw her rise 50 years ago where time fractured between. That time is this year in reality. I cannot explain it, not well at least. Ask the portraits, the portraits who have lived through Voldemort's rise and you will hear of her. She creates Voldemort, and she creates her. Lady of Echoes…. Echoes of her flicker through time, when in reality her true form lies in our near future. You can't stop it, it has already happened. It has happened and it hasn't." I shook my head in dismay. "Voldemort has seen it, and it has stuck fear into even his heart…It is what made him the way he is."

A.N: I hope you've liked this chapter! The next one will be on its way shortly. This book is drawing to a close and in the next chapter you'll see what causes the transformation. Afterwards it will be a couple of chapters at most. Does anyone see Ron's attitude towards the end suspicious? :D Please review, I love to hear your feedback!