I made a slight edit to the end of Chapter 15. Crabbe picks up Malfoy's wand instead of Goyle. I wouldn't really liked to have drawn attention to who owns the Elder wand, but it was a pretty big mistake on my part as you'll find out in this chapter. Sorry!

"You have potential, Neville Longbottom" Voldemort's voice was deadly cold as he approached, his footsteps horribly soft.

Neville dared not look up, he forced himself to remain still, his left arm held clearly forwards in offering. Everything was so cold but he remained so still.

He breathed heavily, his whole body stabbing from the deadly splinters.

And then his arm was burning. Neville screamed as he felt something burrow beneath his skin, his eyes open in horror as he clasp his arm with his other to try and keep it still. Tears were falling down his face as he watched as a horrible black snake erupted from his skin. It stung and burned so badly.

Voldemort had taken up his offering, he had claimed him as his own, as a death eater. Neville stared in horror at his own arm, the deadly black mark branded onto his skin amongst the ruptures.

Neville had no time to think any further as Voldemort spoke, his voice cutting through him.

"Lord Voldemort rewards his death eaters" He hissed, Neville could detect the smirk to his voice. "Specially those who have done well."

Neville wanted to be sick, but at the same time he could feel his mind clearing. Voldemort was healing him. He winced, hissing through clenched teeth as the wood piercing his body where ripped out of him, his wounds pulling together tightly as the blood stopped flowing.

He clothes were still stained red and ripped but that didn't matter as his body healed. He felt warmth returning to him as his breathing became less rapid.

It was only when Voldemort had finished did Neville only realise how close the Dark Lord was standing to him. His arm was still stinging from the skull now clearly displayed on his arm.

Neville chanced a glance at Malfoy. His expression was locked, but his eyes gave away his astonishment. Neville couldn't tell if he was impressed or horrified.

A quill and a piece of parchment appeared directly in front of him suddenly, hovering slightly above the ground. Every thing had sped up now as if he was on fast forward.

"Write down the names of everyone involved with Dumbledore's Army" Voldemort commanded.

Neville's eyes widened, his heart hammering, his insides twisting, but he dared not look up. His first order, he had never felt more disgusted with himself.

Could he betray them all. His mind worked quickly as his own hand automatically moved to take the quill floating in front of him, he thought rationally as he began to write his own name at the top of the parchment.

Voldemort could so very easily find this information out anyway he argued in his mind. If he truly wanted to, Neville had no doubt that the Dark Lord could get their names easily from his spies or by other methods. After all, they were only students trapped in the school.

This was, taking everything into consideration, not a bad order, it made rational sense to follow this, it gained so much more then he was giving away. He had to keep justifying this in his own head as he forced himself to obey. Voldemort would let them keep Harry, they were Dumbledore's army, if they could not protect Harry then what were they good for.

As he started to write Luna's name, he felt sick and shaky but he forced himself to go on. He dared not look up, for Harry's horribly unfamiliar gaze was surely watching him.

Malfoy had still yet to say anything as he stood rooted to the spot away from him.

Neville knew he would not have been able to bargain without the Slytherin's help. He owed everything to the Slytherin, regardless of his intentions. Neville at least could understand why Harry had come to depend on him.

"Stand" Voldemort commanded when he finished writing everyone's names down carefully.

Neville forced himself to stand, his aching body protesting weakly.

He changed a glance at Harry, who was only looking at him with a vague interest now, his arms crossed, his expression still.

Neville gripped the parchment tightly in his hand, his friends were all at Voldemort's mercy. Neville had been the one to drag them all into this, he had asked them to take Harry and protect him and now he was asking so much more. He was asking for them to conform to Voldemort, just to keep Harry with them and to give him back control.

Voldemort waved his wand casually as Neville felt the parchment thicken in his grip as it was duplicated. Moving almost automatically he handed the copy to Voldemort who took it with a satisfied smirk.

Neville had never felt so manipulated, but he had chosen this.

"It requires everyone's magical imprint" Voldemort instructed his voice cold. "It will ensure my own awareness if anyone dares speak of this." Neville only nodded in understanding.

Neville felt sick, this method was so similar to what the DA had used before when Hermione had asked them all to sign the parchment to identify who had betrayed them.

"You have one hour" Voldemort commanded. Neville wasted no time as he raced from Dumbledore's office, not even sparing a glance back at Harry.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Neville entered the room of requirements cautiously, his breathing laboured from his run. He had not broken pace as he had raced towards his friends, he was terrified. After what Harry had said he didn't know what condition they would be in.

He didn't know who looked more stunned, his friends looking at his blood covered body or Neville scanning them all anxiously for damage.

Luna had rushed forwards quickly her wand raised, her expression alarmed and full of concern. She embraced him in a tight hug. Neville could feel her body shaking as she drew back. "Are you okay, how did you come back to us?" She rushed, scanning her eyes up and down him. Neville's body still ached but Voldemort had healed the majority of his more threatening injuries. He forced a fake smile onto his face, knowing he must look a complete mess with blood still soaking his clothes, it was startling that he had come back alive.

"I'm fine" He reassured her, ignoring her second question, however she didn't look satisfied, she kept herself calm as she asked sharply.

"Harry?"

"Is fine" Neville said, making sure his voice carried across the large room to everyone's petrified stares.

"He's not fine" A voice cut across him before Neville could say anything further.

Everyone turned towards the small voice from the corner. Neville felt his heart rapidly increase at the sight of her, Ginny was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall with her knees drawn up to her body. She looked so scared and vulnerable, it was a side of Ginny he had never known before as tears fell down her face silently and she cradled what looked like a broken wrist.

"Harry attacked her" Luna said quietly. "She hasn't spoken to us since, at least nothing coherent" She explained.

Neville approached cautiously, worried he'd startle her as her gaze was unfocused. However he halted abruptly as she suddenly spoke.

"Do you know who Tom Riddle is?" She spoke softly, almost as if she as speaking to herself.

Neville shook his head, a uneasy feeling inside him. Dumbledore had addressed Voldemort as Tom.

"Shh" Luna knelt down next to her, trying to comfort the traumatised teen.

Ginny however forced herself to stare at him, her eyes were dark and full of complete and utter fear.

"Neville." She said, her voice strained. "Tom Riddle is Voldemort, that is his name"

Everyone else looked disturbingly alarmed. Luna's eyes were wide with fear as her hands moved to cover her mouth from the shock. Seamus was stood rooted to the spot, staring at Ginny with complete disbelief.

Neville felt his stomach churn, he had a horrible feeling that he was missing something. Why would Voldemort's true name distil such a negative reaction from everyone.

He looked blankly at Ginny and shook his head. "I don't follow?" He asked. Did he really want to know. He was wasting time, he needed to get their signatures, otherwise they were all dead.

Ginny gave a cold uncomfortable laugh as she held her gaze steady. "Harry" She said, a very sad smile on her face, as if all warmth had left her as she explained bitterly. "That's who is possessing Harry."

Neville blinked, now he was really lost. Everyone else seemed to have a key piece of information that he was missing, his stomach knotted uncomfortably, from their reactions it wasn't good news.

"Voldemort isn't possessing Harry" He reasoned carefully. "He was talking to whoever is possessing him."
Ginny shook her head, her eyes not leaving him. Neville stood grounded to the spot, he was still missing something.

"The Chamber of Secrets" Ginny said softly, holding her knees close to her with her arms. "Do you know who opened it?" She asked sadly.

Neville frowned. "Voldemort" He answered. "Dumbledore said it was Voldemort"

Ginny nodded, "But do you know how Voldemort was opening the chamber when he didn't even have a body?" She asked.

Now Neville frowned, he had never really contemplated this much before, his thoughts whizzing back to second year. Before he could remember what they had been told Ginny elaborated.

"I opened the chamber" Ginny whispered. Neville blinked, he must have miss heard her.

"What?" He asked.

Seamus too was frowning. Parvati and Lavender were hanging onto each other alarmed as Luna stayed on the floor next to Ginny. She was frozen in place. The rest of the DA had not dared moved. Even Ernie was gaping at her with a completely different expression on his face.

"Tom Riddle was possessing me." Ginny continued to explain, her voice oddly calm despite Neville's rising panic. "A teenage Voldemort trapped in a diary." She said, her eyes still locked on his own, despite everyone else staring at her transfixed.

"I still don't follow" Neville said slowly.

"They are different entities" Ginny finished. "Tom Riddle is possessing Harry, like he possessed me in the chamber, but he is not the same as Voldemort."

Neville swallowed thickly, his mind buzzing with this new information as he held the parchment Voldemort had given him loosely in his hand, almost forgotten.

"How is that possible?" Neville asked, his throat dry.

Ginny shook her head sadly. "Voldemort persevered a part of himself in the Diary from what Dumbledore explained. I don't understand it, but I spent most of my first year communicating to him, and in turn he could control me"

"Like Harry is being possessed?" Neville tried.

Ginny nodded, her expression serious, despite her still vulnerable place where she sat curled up on the floor.

"Tom Riddle has tied himself to Harry" Ginny explained softly. "Like he did to me when I had the diary. The only difference is that Harry is stronger then me, he is fighting whatever has linked itself to him. Voldemort must have done something wrong" She spoke out loud as if she was only just piecing this new information together. Neville wasn't quite sure he understood but he listened to her carefully as she voiced her own thoughts. "That's why he needs Harry alive, to keep Tom alive"

She concluded.

Neville felt as if his heart had stopped. This was why Voldemort hadn't killed Harry. Somehow Harry was protecting something of great value to the Dark Lord.

Neville spoke quietly now as if on automatic. "Harry tried to kill himself"

"What?" Luna said her eyes wide. Seamus was gaping openly. Everything was starting to piece itself together now. The reason why Harry was still alive, the reason why Harry had been sent to Hogwarts.

"Harry bargained his own life to come here?" Luna whispered, she too had pieced everything together.

Neville shook his head. "Yes and no" He answered. "Harry doesn't know it's Tom who's possessing him. He believes it's Voldemort" He concluded. "But the point still stands. It is a risk to Voldemort to take Harry away from the castle"

Harry had been through so much and Neville felt so guilty, he was the reason Harry would be forced to continue.

"But that's why Harry has so much control now" Ginny stated as a matter of fact. She hadn't commented on Harry's attempted suicide, Neville wasn't sure if she truly was managing to grasp everything. It seemed she was too terrified of Tom Riddle and Neville knew he couldn't blame her. If she had been possessed like Harry had it was amazing she was still okay, still hole.

"Yes." Neville confirmed. "But Voldemort was angry with Tom" Neville remembered. "I don't know why but he was furious. That might also be why Harry was given his mind back" He guessed.

They were way over their heads now, but there was something that had to be dealt with.

"So how do we separate Tom from Harry?" Neville questioned quickly, it had to be possible after all Ginny was here with them and she was okay.

As if to comfort them all Ginny nodded firmly. "It's possible. Harry did the same for me when he killed the diary." She summed up, still holding herself tightly on the ground.

"We just need to find out whatever it is that's possessing him" She added.

"So something similar? Neville queried. "Like a dairy?"

Ginny shrugged and shook her head sadly. "I really don't know. I thought he was gone." She whispered distressed "I thought he would never come back"

Neville was silent, his understanding was so clear now, he knew what he had to do. Keep Harry in Hogwarts at all costs and release him from Voldemort's control. Nothing else mattered.

Everyone fell into a empty silence before Neville remembered what he had been holding.

"What's that Neville?" Luna asked, her voice surprisingly steady despite what they had just learnt.

Neville swallowed and chose his words carefully. He was very consciousness of the Dark Mark hidden beneath his now rolled up torn sleeve.

Neville held the parchment forwards, his own hands were shaking.

"It's an agreement" He managed to say.

Now everyone was focused sharply on him as Ginny snapped her eyes up to him once more.

"You...you made an agreement with You Know Who?" Seamus gaped as he strode over, he looked impressed before his own eyes darkened and shot up to stare at Neville accusingly.

"You sold us out" He hissed and drew his wand on instinct.

Neville backed up at once, shaking his head, he needed them to understand and he did not yet have his own wand back to defend himself. One wrong move and he wouldn't make it back in time and Harry would be lost.

Neville cleared his throat and spoke quickly, trying hard to ignore their accusing stares.

"Listen. Voldemort was going to take Harry away from Hogwarts." He rushed, he needed them to grasp the severity of the situation and fast. "After he found out that Tom had woken up and that you all knew he couldn't guarantee Harry's safety here"

"What are you saying?" Seamus asked frowning.

"I'm saying that if any of us had told Harry about Tom he would not let it go on" Neville said quickly. His body still hurt painfully. "Voldemort's priority is to keep Tom alive"

"You're saying that Harry would kill himself if he found out?" Luna said quietly.

"Surely he wouldn't?" Seamus gaped, however Neville was thankful when Ginny backed him up bitterly.

"He would" She said plainly, there was no emotion in her voice now.

"So why is he sparing us?" Luna asked, her eyes wide in terror. Neville had never seen the Ravenclaw look so scared before, it nearly broke him, but he continued.

"Because we are the best resources to kept Harry and in extension Tom alive." He stated firmly.

"That is the agreement" Neville rushed continuing. "Our silence"

"So giving us up is worth it then?" Seamus argued stubbornly. Neville could have hit him, but he pushed down his frustrations.

"He is the Dark Lord" Neville argued rationally. "If he wanted to, he could find out all of our identities and have our families killed before we could even blink"

"Don't say that" Seamus retorted.

"Why not?" Neville said bitterly. "It's the truth isn't it? Voldemort wanted our names because he needs our silence" Neville explained. "If we break it then he will know and will most likely kill us all"

"You've given us all to him" Smith snapped fearful. "We're all dead because of you"

Neville glared at him. "You're alive because of me" Neville argued. "Without our promised silence then he would kill us all anyway. We know too much, or specifically Ginny does"

"So this way Harry remains in the castle?" Luna confirmed, her eyes calculating despite her fears. Neville was glad she was so switched on as he nodded.

"Yes. We are not to repeat this to anyone" He expanded. "Particularly Harry, otherwise Voldemort will know"

"And then we can find a way of destroying Tom" Ginny said, it wasn't a question, but Neville nodded in agreement.

"Yes. Then we can destroy Tom" He repeated.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Neville rushed back into Snape's office and froze, his whole body filling with shock at what he saw.

Malfoy was standing deadly still in the corner, he looked so pale and Neville knew why.

There was very clearly a body on the floor.

Neville didn't even think to check on Harry, he was only vaguely aware of where Voldemort stood.

Crabbe was dead. His vacant expression was so disturbing as he lay as a corpse on the floor.

Neville jerked his head up. Tom Riddle. He now had a name as he stared warily at Harry's cold eyes.

Tom was still holding Neville's wand in his hand, Voldemort holding his own. Neville's eyes darted between them both. He did not know who had taken Crabbe's life from him. He seriously hoped it hadn't been Tom, anything that could damage Harry further before they could separate them could be deadly.

Snape was absent as was Goyle who Voldemort had instructed to summon earlier. Did this mean Goyle had been spared. Neville seriously hoped so, more deaths would result in nothing but more destruction. His thoughts raced as his own eyes stared at Malfoy once more.

He still hadn't moved and the Slytherin was locked onto his dead friend. It was horrific, Neville had never wished anyone to die.

Tom only waved Neville's wand lazily as a wand hovered above from Crabbe's body to hover above it. Neville didn't recognise it but clearly Malfoy did.

"You may take it" Tom replied almost lazily to the Slytherin.

Malfoy hesitated only briefly, his gaze locked dead ahead as he seemed to force himself forwards to reclaim his own wand.

Neville felt such pity as Malfoy walked slowly his hand out stretched, his eyes filled with silent pain. It was only when he had retreated from his fallen friends body did Voldemort wave his own wand causing the piece of parchment Neville had carried to soar over towards him.

Neville swallowed. This was it, there was no turning back now, the DA had sworn their silence to Voldemort with their only way out being out death.

Voldemort scanned it briefly, he must have been satisfied for he only waved it once more as it vanished.

Neville was going to speak, he was going to demand that Voldemort give Harry back to them but he held himself still. Voldemort knew what he wanted, it would result in nothing but uncertainty to challenge the Dark Lord now.

Voldemort must have been satisfied as he turned his attention back to Tom.

"Release him" Voldemort commanded, his eyes flashing in warning almost as if he expected disobedience.

Neville was sure that Tom would obey, as Voldemort's death eaters always did as he wished. So he was shocked when Harry only crossed his arms and glared coldly at Voldemort.

Xxxxxxxxx

"I will fight this" Tom stated coldly, staring icily at Voldemort before switching to parceltongue. "I admit I failed to protect her, but you cannot hold me in less regard because Longbottom promises not to tell Potter" He mocked.

Tom was furious, he did not hold the DA's in high stead, he did not trust them to keep him safe, to make sure Voldemort knew his misgivings he hissed.

"I would be safer by your side" He tried to compose himself.

Voldemort was displeased but Tom continued furious. "You can trust no one but ourselves"

"This will only be a temporary solution" Voldemort hissed.

"Temporary?" Tom demanded, still not happy with this arrangement. "For how long?"

Voldemort regarded him coldly, his head was burning but he didn't care. He would not relinquish control so easily. Not even on his Lord's command, he was worth more then this. He was a part of the Dark Lord after all and he would not be put aside as if he was anything less.

"Longbottom is right" Voldemort spoke so coldly now. "Potter is broken. Before we proceed we have to have security"

"The boys sanity has nothing to do with my control" Tom hissed furious. He didn't care if Potter completely lost his mind, it had nothing to do with Tom's strength of will power over him.

"He is unstable" Voldemort replied, his voice threatening with implications that Tom must submit. He must obey. "Until I can guarantee that you have unchallengeable control he must be treated delicately."

Tom sneered "There are other ways to prevent him from killing himself if he were to wake"

"I will not have to risk this if I can prevent Potter from killing himself in the first place" Voldemort replied coldly. "I will not put you in any danger again"

"You think he really is safe here?" Tom challenged. "He was only safe because Malfoy protected him. How is that going to change when he cannot defend himself?"

A cold satisfied look appeared on his Lords face as he smirked thinly. He glanced at the floor, Tom followed his gaze before it locked onto the still body of Vincent Crabbe. He felt bitterly disappointed that his Lord had a way to secure the schools obedience, but he felt strangely curious to see the result.

His Lords patience had ran out now as he raised his wand against him. Tom had no time to blink as he sank into nothingness.

Xxxxxxxxx

Neville watched as Voldemort held Harry upright with his wand, he hoped that he would wake up. But Voldemort only turned and nodded curtly to Malfoy.

Neville was astonished with how well the Slytherin was holding himself together, he had just seen his friend murdered before him yet still he moved on his Lords command. He moved perfectly calmly.

Neville barely had time to register as Malfoy approached him, he had no time to say anything as Malfoy raised his hand and hit him on the back of the head. Neville was still exhausted from his wounds from early, he had no energy so he fell onto his knees unable to support himself.

His head was ringing as he felt the swipe of Malfoy's wand, a painful gash split across his face and he hissed from the pain. Blood immediately began to sweep down his face and his shut his left eye to stop the blood seeping in.

He still did not have his own wand, Harry had dropped it on the floor as Voldemort still held him unconscious.

He made to stand, about to protest in fury, not understanding as Malfoy locked his own hand on the back of his neck preventing him from moving, he froze as he felt the tip of Malfoy's stab into his head.

"Don't move" The Slytherin directed him, his voice strangely cold. "And do not speak"

Neville only froze, not daring to say a word, completely confused with how the situation had immediately changed.

He shifted slightly but Malfoy only gripped him tighter as Voldemort turned his attention fully towards Harry.

This was a set up and Neville could only swallow thickly, he was to be used as leverage against Harry. He was in for this now, he had sworn not to tell and he would kept to this no matter what the cost. He only realised now in the corner of his eye that Dumbledore's portrait was empty.

Xxxxxxxxx

Harry nearly collapsed as he swayed dangerously, his body felt weak and exhausted as his head burned in agony.

He struggled to piece his thoughts together as he knew who was standing in front of him. But that wasn't why he felt horror consume him, had Neville knocked him out, had Voldemort possessed him. His thoughts were flying thick and fast as he struggled to focus his eyes.

He felt sick as he realised he was in the headmaster's office, his dark shallowed eyes locked onto Voldemort's.

The Dark Lord was staring at him with an predatory expression, Harry tore his eyes away, unable to believe that he was before Voldemort. He was only just able to comprehend that if he was to be moved from the castle then surely he would have been taken to Voldemort.

His eyes swept around the room as he swayed, he was so exhausted he barely managed to feel the alarm that Neville was kneeling on the floor, Malfoy's wand aimed at his head. He looked bloodied and bruised as red stained his face. Harry felt sick, he hoped he hadn't done that.

He forced himself to confront Voldemort.

"You said you wouldn't possess me" He actually hissed, he felt horrified, cheated. He never wanted to endanger his friends, he had already cursed Neville today, and now his friend was in such danger.

Voldemort was staring at him carefully, he barely acknowledged Neville bleeding on his knees.

"Then you should not disobey me" Voldemort replied coolly.

Harry clenched his fists in anger, he would not condemn Neville to save himself, no matter how desperate he was.

He remained still glaring at Voldemort.

"Why are you here?" He hissed and then he saw the body.

Crabbe was lying, sprawled the floor, he was very clearly dead. He didn't need to ask why, he knew. Crabbe had hurt him and this was not acceptable to the Dark Lord.

Voldemort hadn't even spared a moments glance but Harry couldn't help but lock his own gaze on Malfoy.

Malfoy was holding his wand directly at Neville's head, he didn't look up, his hand was shaking, and Harry felt such guilt. Malfoy had lost a friend defending him. Harry wished he could say something but he only stand their numbly.

Voldemort advanced and Harry drew back defenceless, his head burning, he couldn't do this. He really couldn't do this.

He bit down on his tongue tasting copper, he would not beg, he would not beg.

But it was again his eyes that gave him away as he stared at Voldemort completely defenceless, completely afraid.

He couldn't hold Voldemort's intense gaze as he stared at the floor, freezing in place when he had no where to retreat to. When had he become so weak.

Voldemort gripped his chin firmly with one hand and pulled it up so that Harry's eyes were locked on his own. His scar burned so fiercely.

He vaguely heard scrambling in the background. Neville sounded like he was struggling.

"Let go" Harry hissed, his scar was on fire, his eyes pleading as he was forced to stare into Voldemort's own.

Voldemort smirked. Harry didn't have the strength to turn his head out of Voldemort's grip, but he knew Neville's expression would be one of horror.

"You called me" Voldemort hissed, his voice was horribly gently, horribly chilling. His eyes intense, shining in something that was only amusement.

Harry had no reply to this. He had called Voldemort, he was here because Harry had summoned him to save Malfoy's life. He couldn't regret it despite his own fear, he couldn't move for Voldemort's horribly steel grip holding him in place.

Harry forced himself to change subject as he hissed. "Leave Neville out of it" He insisted. "He acted rashly. He did not know the consequences" Harry hissed.

Voldemort could not kill Neville, he couldn't. Harry wanted to pull away, but he had no strength, it took all of his effort not to pass out from the immense pain in his head.

Malfoy must still be holding Neville securely, but his friend seemed to have fallen silent for now.

"He is foolish." Voldemort hissed, his eyes flashing coldly. "He has to learn that you are mine and he cannot protect you"

Anger flared in Harry and he made to step back, but Voldemort only tightened his grip still holding firmly onto his chin. He just wished Voldemort would let go.

"I am not yours" Harry hissed furiously, struggling to pull away.

Voldemort finally let go on him in and response and drew his own wand. He directed it directly at Neville.

Harry flinched as Neville's screams pieced his ears. He barely managed to speak as he glared at Voldemort, his eyes burning.

"Stop it" He hissed, shaking horribly. He could do nothing to stop the torment, only wait until Voldemort released him.

Neville was laying on the floor, blood covering his head as he struggled to stand. Malfoy was standing above him, his wand no longer trained on him, but held limply by his side. His composure lost as his empty eyes stared down at Neville.

"I have given you the freedom of Hogwarts" Voldemort said coldly. "So give me a reason why I should not kill Longbottom for attempting to keep you from me." He hissed. "My generosity is depleting" He added as if to stress the significance of the matter.

Harry had no answer. Neville had been his lifeline in Hogwarts in this short time and now he didn't even know if he could save him.

Voldemort was watching him coldly, waiting for his answer.

He had no other options and he knew what Voldemort wanted. Harry lost all strength, how could he find and destroy the Horcrux when Voldemort had such a tight consuming control on him, he gave up entirely as he collapsed onto his knees, his head bowed to the floor.

Xxxxxxxxx

That night Crabbe's body was strung up in the entrance hall a bloodied message imprinted on the wall in warning. It read only one thing.

Potter is mine.

Xxxxxxxx

I had to do some reading on Order of the Phoenix for this chapter and ended up reading most of a chapter. I have to admit I'm feeling horribly guilty for what I've done to Harry...

Also from what I understand nobody apart from Harry, Ron, Hermione in the current DA knew the extent of Ginny's involvement in Chamber of Secrets, it doesn't seem to imply that they knew she was the one opening the chamber while possessed by Voldemort – this was me just skimming through very quickly though. Please correct me if I'm wrong, but this is how I'm going with it for now. I hope the bit with the DA wasn't too confusing...I'm a little worried about that not being clear enough.

I would also like to say a quick mega thank you for everyone who has reviewed, specially those of you who do so regularly! I love reading and replying to them and it really is because of you that I'm trying to get the chapters up so regularly.

Also thank you for following and favouriting too, I hope you'll stick with this story, we still have a little more to go yet!