Chapter 10: The Butler, Battling

Dumbledore stood in the boathouse. 'How dare they have the gall to stand before me? I am the leader of the light. That filthy snake. I'll get her yet.' he thought to himself. 'Part of Harry must still exist within Sebastian. Perhaps I can use him to get to her. Maybe if I could somehow make Harry the dominant personality again, I could get him to turn on her.'. Sadly for Dumbledore, this plan would never be put into action. No sooner had this plan began to formulate in his mind, a figure burst through the roof of the boathouse, swinging a long, vicious looking sword.

"Dumbles!" Tracy screamed "We've been looking for you. Haven't we Mr. Butler?"

"Indeed." replied Sebastian, dropping through the hole to land beside her.

" Sorry about this, Dumbles. But, the young mistress has ordered your death."

"And the young mistress' orders are absolute." smirked Sebastian.

"So, I'm going to have to ask you to die now!" screamed Tracy, charging the headmaster. Dumbledore was still rather agile for his age, and sidestepped the oncoming attack. Quickly casting a stunner at Tracy's back, he turned his attention to Sebastian. The dark haired butler hadn't moved since entering the room.

"Harry? I know you can hear me, my boy."

"Headmaster?"

"Please, my boy. Come back to the light! Surely, you don't want to serve the dark."

"I'm afraid you are mistaken, headmaster."

"What do you mean, my boy." Dumbledore frowned.

"I do not serve the dark." Sebastian replied, shaking his head. "I serve only the young mistress."

"Then you are lost, my boy. Allow me to help you, show you the light." Dumbledore pleaded.

"Enough of this drivel!" yelled Tracy, pushing herself up, and swinging her blade. Dumbledore ducked, and sidestepped as Tracy swung her blade. "There's no such thing as light magic, or dark magic! There's just a million shades of grey! Everyone has light and dark sides to them!"

"We just happen to be a darker shade of grey."

Remus Lupin burst into Dumbledore's office. He looked around panicked. He had been on an assignment for the Order for the past couple of months, making contact with the various werewolf factions before Voldemort could get to them. As such, he was a little out of the loop, and more than a little surprised to enter Dumbledore's office, and see Molly Weasley stunned and bound, and a school girl sat in Dumbledore's chair, with her feet on the desk. "What's going on?" he asked "I just got Dumbledore's patronus! Something about Harry? Dark magic?"

"All lies." said the schoolgirl.

"Right... it's Miss. Greengrass, isn't it?" asked Lupin, vaguely recognising her from his time as DADA professor.

"That's right, Professor." she smiled at him.

"I'm not your professor anymore, my dear." he smiled "Just call me Remus."

"Oh, I think you'll find you are the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Very soon, my butler and my housekeeper will have killed Dumbledore, and by right of conquest, I'd say that makes me the headmistress." she smiled.

"Killed Dumbledore."

"It was an act, Remus." said Sirius.

"What do you mean?" Lupin frowned.

"It was all an act. He wanted the Potter fortune, and the Greengrass fortune. All to fund this goddamn war. I practically handed over my own fortune. I can't believe I didn't see it!" Sirius cried.

"Black!" snapped Daphne. "Dumbledore is a master of manipulation, let's have none of that foolish wailing. It's unbecoming of a gentlemen, you know.". Sirius nodded, and looked at Mrs. Weasley's prone form.

"What'll we do with her?"

"She's too loyal to Dumbledore. Throw her somewhere I don't have to look at her." shrugged Daphne. "I'm not keen on all the portraits in here. It feels far too crowded. Perhaps a lick of paint. Emerald, I think."

"You think you'll become headmistress?" smiled Sirius.

"Yes, though, perhaps I'll let someone else handle the day to day running of the school."

"So, where's Harry? Just, what is going on?" Lupin asked, eyeing the broken window.

"Remus, you might want to sit down. Black, you too. I'm going to tell you everything."

Sebastian dodged a curse sent by Dumbledore. "If you aren't with the light, Harry. I'm afraid I have no choice but to kill you. You're too dangerous to be left alive.". Tracy and Harry both took cover behind a thick support post.

"This guy's as crazy as I am." Tracy panted. Sebastian merely raised an eyebrow, as he regarded her. "At least I know I'm crazy." Tracy giggled. She leapt out from behind the post, and slashed at it with her blade. The platform above them creaked as one of its supports was destroyed. Tracy moved to another of the supports and slashed at it. Sebastian quickly realised what her plan was, and began to follow suit. Unfortunately, Dumbledore had noticed them.

"What are you doing? You'll bury us all!" yelled Dumbledore, shooting a stunner at Tracy. The girl giggled, and dodged the stunner.

"That's the point." she called, slicing through another support.

"No! I won't let you!" yelled Dumbledore, throwing another stunner. Tracy giggled maniacally and swatted the stunner away with her blade, as though it was nothing more than an irksome fly. Dumbledore could see only one way out of this. He raised his wand, aiming at Tracy. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled. The spell shot out of the tip of his wand, sailing through the air. Tracy instinctively closed her eyes, and braced herself. She wasn't entirely sure what happened to soul collectors when they died, but she wasn't particularly looking forward to finding out. The remnants of the boathouse filled with the sickening green light that always accompanied the killing spell. Tracy opened her eyes. She was unharmed. To her right, she heard a thud. Looking round, she saw nothing but smoking rubble. Then, she looked down. Sebastian was lying face down, his eyes closed, and very much dead.