AN: Sorry about the last update it felt stunted and awkward. That's why it was so short. Give me some feedback on the Lucius POV it would really help. I feel like I'm getting back into the area where it doesn't feel like I'm forcing myself to write a chapter. Once again I am not JK Rowling.

I carefully made my way to the great hall my wand hidden in my sleeve. For some strange reason the pure-bloods hadn't been going after the muggleborns. My footsteps were louder than I would have liked but I continued forward.

Horcruxes. I could barely go five minutes without thinking about them. Voldemort would have done it too. From everything Harry told us it sounded like he feared death. Harry hadn't said that but it occurred to me from the way he talked about Voldemort that he was afraid of death. If I was afraid of death and was willing to do anything to stay alive forever I would. No matter what the cost. Even splitting my soul apart. And I had a feeling that's exactly what Voldemort did.

"Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to do this anymore?" Professor Snape said. His voice was not silky or smooth. It was harsh, ragged. Almost broken. I froze and quickly jumped behind a tapestry.

"You gave me your word Severus. And while we are talking about services you owe me, I thought you agreed to keep a close eye on our young Slytherin friend?" Dumbledore said his voice soft. I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't be overheard.

"I'm doing the best I can but he no longer trusts me. Draco believes that ever since his father has been sent to Azkaban that I have usurped Lucius' ranking and will try to rise up on the glory of killing you for myself. Which I will be inevitably doing anyway to spare Draco's soul. Why did you have to touch that bloody cursed ring anyway Albus?" Snape asked gruffly his voice growing distant as he and Dumbledore walked away. I stared blankly at the wall confused.

Why would Snape kill Dumbledore? Dumbledore didn't even sound as if he feared death. Where did Draco come into this? I gasped and slumped back in horror. Harry was right. Draco was up to something. He was trying to kill Dumbledore but the question was why.

"Voldemort has a mission for him." Harry's words echoed around my mind. Oh Merlin. The cursed necklace. Draco looking sick. It all suddenly clicked. This was bad, this was bad, this was bad.

A deep numbing sensation suddenly came over me and I slumped back against the wall. It sounded like from what Snape had said that Dumbledore was possibly already dying from the curse on his hand. Dumbledore dead. How would we win the war?

"Are you sure the map says she's right here?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," Neville's voice was oddly authoritative. Ever since Hannah had left he had been maturing and practicing harder in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The tapestry was suddenly pulled aside and I looked up to see Harry kneeling down next to me.

"Hermione what happened you missed all of today's classes?" Harry asked a gentle look in his eyes. I looked at him blankly my mouth didn't seem to want to work.

"Hey there's no need to cry." Ron said leaning against Harry's shoulder. I hadn't even felt the tears till Ron had mentioned it.

Harry slipped his arm around my waist and helped me stand. We slowly made our way to the great hall. I leaned heavily against Harry's side and he sat me at the table. They tried to get me talk but how could I tell them our mentor was planning his death with a double agent death eater?

"What happened?" Sirius asked rushing over to us. I looked up blankly slightly confused. What was he doing here? "Sweetheart?"

"Hermione missed all of her classes today. She hasn't spoken since we found her behind a tapestry by the Charms corridor. Wait how could you tell something was wrong?" Ginny asked her eyebrows drawing together.

"I could feel it." Sirius said simply kneeling in front of me pulling my hands into his lap.

"What do you mean you can feel it?" Harry asked confused.

"Its part of our marriage when we feel closest or distressed the other feels our feelings." Sirius said brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes.

"What is she feeling?" Luna asked.

"Crippling depression." Sirius said stroking his fingers against my cheek. Tears leaked out of my eyes. Dumbledore. Snape. Draco. Voldemort. When did life get so complicated? "Sweetheart please talk to us. Are you sure she hasn't spoken since you found her?"

"Not a word." Ron said softly.

What could I say? What could I possibly say to anyone to warn them of what was coming? Dumbledore. Could I talk to Dumbledore? I felt empty of all emotions. How could something like this happen?

"Dumbledore she wants to see him." Sirius said standing up suddenly. He pulled me with him and I swayed slightly. We walked to the front of the room and stopped in front of the head table. Sirius was talking with Dumbledore trying to explain what was wrong with me.

"No she hasn't spoken since it happened." Sirius said holding me up.

"Mrs. Black?" I looked up slowly into Dumbledore's blue twinkling eyes. He smiled at me and then carefully dove into my mind sifting through my memories. His mouth dropped open in shock and he quickly pulled out of my mind the twinkle gone from his eyes.

"The password is Mars Bars I'll be up with Severus shortly." Sirius led me out of the great hall keeping his arm firmly wrapped around my waist. Once we finally made it up to Dumbledore's office Sirius let go of me. I crumpled to the ground crying desperately wrapping my arms around my torso. An anguished cry escaped my lips and Fawkes made a soft sympathetic musical cry. He would miss Dumbledore too once he was gone.

"Please tell me whats wrong." Sirius said his voice thick wrapping his arms around me.

"Dumbledore."

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