Was and Will Be (repost) by Rosali

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 07/06/2007
Last Updated: 03/07/2007
Status: In Progress

Chapter 2 summary: An encounter sets the base for much worse things to come. A conversation that
went beyond planned and a familiar face lightens Harry’s days. Two battles, big powers and
intentions discovered. // Story summary: Ancient beliefs said that history is a circle, that it
repeats itself from times unknown... or does it? We'll see the founders and Hogwarts' birth
while our heroes become their destiny, and change it. // WARNING: Novel-length, with long chapters
(but worth it, I promise!). Posted in Schnoogle.com as well




1. WWB1 - Something to be proud of
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**Title**: Was and Will be (01)

**Author name:** Rosali

**Author's email:** ciliotta@yahoo.com

**Category:** Action / Adventure, Romance

**Rating:** PG-13

**Spoilers:** Books 1 - 5

**Story summary:** History is a circle that goes round and round and we'll see how
sometimes that can change if you have love on your side. Seventh year is almost over and a whole
new life approaches our heroes, more different that they had ever imagined.

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based upon the characters and situations created and owned by
JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and
Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.

**CHAPTER I**

**Something to be proud of**

*The Four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
.- The Sorting Hat*

The damp night fell across a huge clearing at the edge of the Natural's Forest. The smell of
water and mud could be felt in the air and four youngsters stared directly at the nothingness in
front of them.

`I think I can feel it in this place.' A short and slender young woman with light blond hair
was saying with a dreamy smile. She extended her arms and looked at the sky with her eyes closed,
the light wind of the night, making her yellow robes float slightly.

`I think it stinks, and it's too small.' Came a low voice from a tall and thin man. As
he walked around, his long black hair drifted along with his pace.

`Now don't be so encouraging my friend, I reckon it'll be great for a start.'
Another young man appeared, very well built with light brown hair and amber eyes; a beaming smile
on his face.

`I have to agree with Godric. I think we'll have just the space we need for everything.'
A bossy and calm voice was heard just next to the blond girl. Her hair was dark brown, with slight
ringlets. Her steady blue eyes made perfect harmony with her fair composure.

`Yeah, yeah. Keep up with the lovers' thing and you'll be successful in making me throw
up,' growled the man with black hair, but he was smiling.

`Salazar, why do you always have to be so rude? Aren't you excited?' The slender girl
came closer, with a smile.

`Yes, my dear Helga, I am.' He responded like someone who was explaining that two plus two
was four to a mentally retarded person.

`Oh, come on! We're making our dream come true, fellows! Tomorrow will be a day that history
will remember for thousands of years!' Godric added in order to stop an anticipated bickering
between Salazar and Helga; *which* would've eventually ended in Salazar saying something
really mean to Helga and Rowena snapping at him for that.

Rowena came forward. `So we all agree this is the place?' she asked and closed the circle
that was being made by her three friends.

`I'm all for it!' chirped Helga happily.

`I love it!' Godric pitched in.

`Well, that makes it three against one… I guess I can learn to like it. We can have some really
nice—` He was interrupted.

`Don't—you even start!' Godric snapped. Although he liked it when Salazar created all
those half-breeds and thought it was really interesting; Rowena seemed to be determined on saying
it was an abuse, and that it was playing Gods; something that according to her, wasn't
good.

`As you say, darling,' said Salazar in an oddly girlish tone, giving Rowena an innocent
smile.

Helga came up, laughing at their weird discussion. `I'm sorry to interrupt your little
triangle. But we have a lot to do tomorrow and we ought to be getting some rest,' she said in a
matter-of-factly tone and everyone nodded.

* * *

Things were lying all over the Head Boy's chamber; it didn't matter where his things
were now since it was his, and only his room. Although he didn't share the room with anyone
anymore, he sometimes missed Ron's snores or the occasional bickering between his fellow
Gryffindors. Harry Potter entered the room, boot soles wet from walking on the Quidditch Pitch and
shivering all over due to the freezing mid-January air.

`Incendio!' he pointed his wand at the small fireplace and an orange and yellow fire started
burning merrily. Slowly, the air filled with very pleasant warmth; the ash smell brought Harry many
good memories. He threw himself on the big four-poster bed and stared into the enchanted ceiling,
at the snow falling. It was a marvelous sight. In Harry's opinion there was nothing more
wonderful than being able to see the flakes; each and every single one of them different—falling
and not reaching him.

The night had already fallen and he was exhausted. This business of Head Boy and Quidditch
Captain was really getting to his nerves. He'd had to ask Hermione for help in his homework
more than once, and Ron and Ginny to help him designing strategies. The match against Slytherin,
the first match of the season, had been cancelled because the Slytherin team hadn't been
complete. Draco Malfoy had been “sick” and hadn't been able to be at school at that time. *Up
to no good*, Harry had thought; but there wasn't much of news in the up-to-no-good issue
nowadays with the war going on and all.

After a while of just emptiness in his mind, Harry took a deep breath. *Get up Harry, you have
an essay on NEWT Potions,* he snapped at himself, and reluctantly abandoned the comfort of his
bed to go down to the Common Room. There they were; Ron staring at a book but not actually writing
anything, while Hermione scribbled non-stop on a piece of parchment.

`Geez, I wonder if that hand is going to fall off one day,' Harry said out loud and smiled
at Ron, whose frustrated expression had changed into suppressed snorts at the comment. Hermione
looked up and crooked her mouth.

`Why thank you Harry,' she said in her trademark know-it-all manner, sticking her tongue out
at him.

`Very mature huh?' Ron said before Harry could reply, and laughed.

`As mature as you and Luna, I must say,' she added, and Ron's ears turned pink. He
looked back at his parchment and started writing a title.

Harry made his remaining way to his favourite chair and let his bag fall down next to it. `Do
you feel like giving pity on some boy-who-lived?' he asked. He had learned to live with his
fame and not feel bad for himself about it most of the time.

`I am not sure I want to do that; my hand may come out, don't you think?' she replied
with a wicked smile. Harry made a face at her and took out his self-inking quill and a roll of
parchment. He sighed and took out his *One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore*
book; starting to read on a marked page.

Hermione stood up from her place next to the fire and kneeled next to Harry. `This is the
principal ingredient, the one you have to write the essay about. You have to deduce in what other
growing potions it may be used…' she informed Harry.

`Have I told you how much I love you?' he told his friend with a smile.

`Only every time I save your skin in Potions. Honestly Harry, you and Snape have to sort it out,
aren't you tired of that thing you have got with each other?' she asked moving her hand
exasperated.

`Hmph.' Was all the response she could get from Harry.

`Snape is the one with issues there,' defended Ron.

`Well, wouldn't you have issues with someone seeing their flowery background
relationship?' she responded.

`Don't even start! Please!' came another voice from the back. Ginny Weasley was standing
in the Portrait Hole with her hands on her hips. `This is unbelievable! After almost seven years of
hanging out, say… every second of the year together, you can't stop bickering? You're worse
than two babies!' she snapped, but was smiling.

`Hey Gin!' Harry beamed. `Yeah, and you're not with them in class!' he added.

Ginny laughed and sat on a couch near the fire, staring into it.

* * *

`That damned Potter. Wasn't it enough being the boy-who-lived, Quidditch captain and the
best Seeker in over a hundred years? He *had* to be Head Boy too huh? Or the pack wouldn't
be complete,' growled Draco Malfoy to Millicent Bullstrode as they strolled into the Slytherin
Common Room. It wasn't very cozy with the stonewalls and the grey surroundings; but a couple of
spells made it at least warm enough to feel at home.

`Oh could you stop it Draco? Honestly! You have been complaining about the same thing since we
arrived here and you found out he had been named Head Boy and not you,' whined the dark brown
haired girl, rolling her dark blue eyes to the ceiling.

`Well, I think I deserved it more than him,' replied Draco defensively.

`He had one more OWL than you Draco! *That's* what made him Head Boy!' she replied
and blew air through her nose as she let herself fall on the velvet overstuffed couch.

`Oh well, at least I beat him in the “Most good-looking wizard” last year, although that much
was pretty obvious,' he added and took out his Potions book to start doing his essay.

Just then, a very beautiful girl with brown-blond hair and purple eyes walked down the stairs
and flung herself elegantly in the armchair next to Draco.

`Doing your homework, little Draco?' she said in a baby-ish voice. Draco ignored her. `Oh
yes I'll beat Potter in this one!' she insisted in a high-pitched tone, Draco finally
looked up.

`What do you want, Tracy?'

`Oh! Nothing, just to annoy you until you can't stand it and have to pay some more attention
to me.'

`*There* you had a point, but you missed it… I already can't stand you and you'll
always have my attention as long as the only thing you're wearing is a red babydoll,' he
responded with a tempting smile.

`Just tell me a place and a day…' Tracy told him with a smirk

Draco looked up and scanned her protuberant forms from top to bottom. `That part we can
arrange…' he said in a sexy voice and smiled heartbreakingly at her. She blushed and Draco,
with a satisfied sneer, went back to his Potions essay.

* * *

The Headmaster's round office always seemed to send special energies to anyone who set foot
in it. Fawkes was sitting on its usual perch and humming a beautiful song. The Sorting Hat sat in
its high shelve, quiet as usual and the portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses snored
idly.

Bill Weasley sat on a chair across from the huge desk, smiling. He remembered that office so
well; its silver glinting objects, the boring portraits, the weird looking artefacts… everything
was in the same place he had left them, almost fourteen years before. His memories were interrupted
by the sudden realisation of the reason he had been summoned at such a late hour at night. He
moisted his lips and glanced at the stairs from which Albus Dumbledore was descending. He stood
up.

`No, Mr. Weasley, no need to stand up,' he gestured with his hand and Bill sat back
down.

`Good evening Headmaster, may I ask what is the reason for this sudden call of yours?' he
asked intrigued.

`Indeed, Mr. Weasley; you want to know the motive that couldn't wait till the next
reunion.'

`Is there something wrong?'

Dumbledore's twinkling sky-blue eyes glanced at Bill from over his half moon spectacles. He
sighed and took a seat in his high-backed chair.

`You used to work in Egypt? Breaking curses as I recall.'

Bill nodded, wondering what this could mean

`Very good then… Mr. Weasley, there has been a murder,' he informed him.

This didn't surprise Bill at all; there had been tons of murders in the past two years.

`Yes I am aware that there are many murders nowadays.'

`Very sad indeed… but this particular one is highly curious, I must say. It was someone who had
worked with you, if my memory doesn't fail me.' Bill straightened on his chair and stared
at the Headmaster with interest. `Do you remember what business Gustav Mitchelov had when working
with you?' he inquired.

Bill frowned; he had known Gustav and worked in a specially protected pyramid with him a few
years before. `Yes Headmaster, the last I knew of him, he had finally broken into Karshglen and was
studying the objects there, what happened to him?'

`Something very awful, I'm afraid. He was found in his camp in Egypt, victim of multiple
wounds all over his upper body. It appears he was tortured over the *Wounderos* curse and then
died of blood loss. What we don't know is the *why* of his horrible murder. If Voldemort
or one of his Death Eaters desire to hurt or kill someone, they just do it… and certainly not
*that* way,' he finished with a sigh.

Bill's blue eyes widened as he heard Dumbledore speak. `My goodness!' he gasped, `he
called me to help him de-curse some objects he had found in the pyramid, but I was already working
for the Order so I couldn't come… He seemed to be utterly taken, he thought they were really
important because they were under so many wards.'

Dumbledore listened intently. `Very well, thank you very much Bill, you've been a lot of
help. I'll call you if I need something else,' he said and made a dismissal gesture.

Bill stood, but not to walk out. `But Headmaster! I want to know how this turns out!' he
demanded.

Dumbledore looked at him and his look was piercing, `I will call you if I need anything, Mr.
Weasley,' he said calmly, with a small bow. Bill, defeated, walked out

* * *

The early morning breeze entered through the half open flaps of Gryffindors tent. He stirred and
minutes later opened his eyes, looking outside.

`Great day for wizardring,' he said with glee and got up.

When he came out, Rowena was already dressed and wrapped up in a royal blue cloak, which was
held at her chest with a silver pin bearing a falcon. Its collar pulled as far up her neck as
possible to block the cold air. She glanced up and smiled.

`Was about time Mr.,' she beamed and kissed him softly

`Will you please stop that?' A sleepy looking man was coming out of another tent, putting
his cloak on and shivering a little. He waved his hand towards the cloak and stopped shivering.
`Gotta *love* this warming spells!' he exclaimed as a woman in a heavy wool yellow dress
and very thin but elegant cloak came up from the forest.

`Morning everyone! Just talked to the centaurs and they said a lot of funny stuff I didn't
quite understand. But they said that the stars had set a grand destiny for us,' she announced
to her friends.

`But Helga, darling! We already knew that, didn't we?' the black haired man said in a
superior tone and she rolled her eyes.

* * *

`I reckon the highest place should be to observe the stars; there's a lot of things we can
learn from the centaurs and I got Hablaid to help me out with some charts and techniques. The herd
wasn't too pleased but they know what we want to do,' Rowena said from across her desk, she
was writing non-stop in a roll of parchment.

`Oh! Come on! You seriously believe those fellows? I reckon they just say a lot of nonsense,
saying they know what is coming'

`Always so primitive Godric. please remind me Rowena, why are you with him?' Salazar asked
in a detached tone. Godric hit him in the shoulder and narrowed his eyes; Salazar just laughed.

The three of them were sitting around a round table, and Godric and Salazar kept pointing at
several places with their index fingers, to Helga's annoyance. She was trying to get an
accurate design of what would be the castle but they kept messing it all up.

`We must have a place to breed the plants and magical herbs,' she commented and pointed at a
spot outside what was supposed to be the space in which the castle was to be built.

`Sports! We cannot miss a big place to play sports!' Godric pointed to another blank spot
and a messy circle appeared.

`Could you please just *tell* me? Who's the one drawing the map here?' Helga
snapped at her friend.

`No castle can exist without dungeons,' Salazar pointed out lazily, disregarding Helga's
words.

`It's supposed to be a school, not a fortress mate. Why must you always be so cheerful?'
Godric asked as he rolled his eyes.

Finally the model was finished and the four of them stared at it with pride.

`Let's get down to action then!' Godric announced and was greeted by his friends'
approval.

* * *

Harry and Hermione walked three times in front of the tapestry, thinking of their usual room and
a door appeared in front of them. Harry stopped and walked forward. He opened the door to reveal a
huge room with pillows on a corner and shelves of book on the other side (to where Hermione set off
immediately). He glanced at another of the walls and there was a collection of human sized dolls
they usually used to aim when they couldn't do it in pairs. On the ceiling there was a group of
ropes hanging loose. The floor was checkboarded; Harry smiled. Usually the floor was just stone but
he had something good planned for today. After a while, Hermione took notice of the difference in
the room and looked up at Harry.

`Confusing spells?' she asked with a grin.

`Not exactly, puzzling and labyrinth curses.'

`I haven't read much on them,' Hermione said urgently and a little nervous.

Harry laughed. `I'm sure you'll get through them...' he said in an *isn't it
obvious?* tone.

Hermione smiled at him. He always thought she was so great but she only was “great” because she
had read about most of the things. Would he think the same if she wasn't such a bookworm and
didn't know as much? She wondered but didn't even want to imagine it.

After a while, people started to arrive. Although a lot of the original members of the DA had
already left school, there were always new additions. Harry had had to reduce the acceptance to
second years after last year two first years had injured themselves badly. Madam Pomfrey had gone
berserk but Dumbledore and Hermione (who had brought the first years to the Hospital Wing) had made
a pretty neat job covering them up. Fred, George, Angelina and Cho came every once in a while even
though it couldn't be as often because it would be really weird to have former students come
once a week.

Colin Creevey and his brother Dennis had got much better and Neville was almost as fast as Harry
with a wand. After almost three years of leading the DA; Harry still couldn't help but feel
overwhelmingly proud of most his “students” as Hermione and Ron called them.

Ron and Luna arrived holding hands. Harry elbowed Hermione and when Ron noticed, he turned
almost as red as his hair. Eventually, everyone noticed the checkerboard floor instantly and had
started muttering excitedly on what Harry had planned for today. Hannah Abbot came to him and
looked up with a big smile.

`What's for today?'

Harry smiled at her. `You'll see...' he said vaguely, but with a trace of a wicked grin
in his face that Hermione noticed at once and shook her head silently. Harry stood in the middle of
the circular room and everyone fell silent at once. It was almost a silence like that, which
Dumbledore always caused whenever he stood in the middle of a room or stood up, Harry himself
thought this was a bit of an exaggeration but couldn't help it. He grinned at the students and
then at Ginny, who had just come in.

`We've just come back from our holidays and that means we haven't had a reunion for over
two weeks. I wanted to know if you remembered anything of what we last did.'

Hermione stared at him; he seemed so secure, so strong when he was teaching. It was amazing how
he didn't think that himself.

Everyone laughed a little and paired up immediately. At Harry's whistle, flashes of light
started flying all over the place. Every once in a while Harry winced when a specially strong hex
hit a student, but they always stood back up and cast the counter spell on themselves.

He came up to where Ginny and Neville were practising hexes. Lately, something was going on
between those two, they were seen together very often and even holding hands! Harry was glad to see
how Neville had grown out of the shy and slow round boy he used to be and how Ginny had also grown
out of the girly girl she had once been.

Ginny threw the Impediment hex and Neville evaded it with a protecting spell; they were really
having a duel. Just then, Neville threw a Jelly Legs spell to Ginny, she could only half avoid it
and one of her legs started wobbling freely. She shrieked and fell to the ground; Neville
immediately ran to where she was.

`Oh Ginny! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—` he said, kneeling next to her.

Harry hurried to where they were. `Firstly, you don't apologise when you hit someone. And
secondly, if you hit someone, you don't kneel next to her saying how sorry you are! You cast
the counter spell or make a *Finite Incantatatem*!' he snapped and pointed his wand at
Ginny's leg, which stopped wobbling immediately. She sighed.

`It's ok, I wasn't fast enough,' she told a very upset looking Neville and rested a
hand on his shoulder, placing a light kiss on his cheek. Harry smiled at the sweet scene and then
stood up, shaking his head; sometimes he could be a little insensitive when teaching.

They all were staring but went back to what they were doing before Harry could say anything
else. Neville stared after Harry, he admired him so much and it hurt badly when he snapped at him.
He sighed and stood up, went back to his duelling position and gestured Ginny to do the same. She
didn't say anything; she knew how he was feeling.

Harry started to practice with Hermione and she managed to hit him with a *Petrifucus
Partialis* charm. Harry fell to the ground with a loud sound of a head banging against the
floor. Hermione winced and ran to him.

`Are you alright?' she asked.

Harry looked around; they were all staring. He looked at Hermione `You don't apologise,'
he hissed and took his hand to his head, a little red stained his white skin. `Asceptio!' he
said and his head stopped bleeding.

They had also learned some simple healing charms so they didn't have to run to Madam Pomfrey
every time someone got injured. He stood up and smiled at Hermione. `Sorry bout that,' he said
softly and Hermione nodded.

`Is it time yet?' she asked, knowing that Harry's plan was to get them unprepared.

Harry laughed. `I think it is quite time...' he said, `I still wonder how you always know
what I'm planning...' he said gently.

`Just as you usually know what *I'm* planning' she replied with a smile.

They laughed softly and then Harry looked at everyone; all taken in their little duels. He
looked sideways at Hermione and raised his wand `*Laberintio*!' he said and apparently
nothing happened but then little shrieks were heard from several students. Harry stared at them
all. *If I've done a good job, you'll be able to figure it out,* he assured himself as
he looked at how they all moved around, bumping into each other without knowing it. The curse made
each one affected fall into a labyrinth made by its own mind; only by untangling your mind you
could figure your way out of it.

`Come on guys! You can do it! You just have to find your way out of your own minds,' Harry
encouraged them all.

`I can't! It's dark!' came the voice of Hannah Abbot.

`Everywhere I go is a dead end!' Dennis Creevey cried.

`You're strong; you'll find the words to end the spell deep down inside yourselves!
Don't let your own minds get you lost!' he continued.

He laid his attention on Hermione, who was holding her eyes close with an evident effort; an
expression of utter concentration on her face but her posture intact. Harry bit his lip; since he
had been the one to cast the spell, it didn't affect him but he didn't like to see Hermione
in such an impotent position. She looked as if she were about to give in and just let herself fall,
like some had already done; collapsing to the ground sobbing. Harry had had to finite the spell for
them. He was a little disappointed but they would get better with practice. But Hermione was still
hanging in there.

Neville had been the first one to get out of his own mind labyrinth, closely followed by Ron and
Terry Boot, who had worked his way out by logic and not will as it usually worked. Ginny was
already crying but she wouldn't give up. Eventually she made her way out of the spell and let
out a relieved gasp, collapsing to the ground after looking around for a while. Neville caught her
before she hit the black and white floor and carefully laid her in one of the pillows.

Suddenly, Hermione's body started to glow a bluish light; her face was still set and
concentrated. Harry hurried to her but she didn't seem to be in trouble or anything, she was
just glowing... He frowned, prepared to finite the spell at the first sign of any problem. After a
while she opened her eyes calmly and focused her gaze on him; she sighed and her knees started to
give in but Harry caught her.

`Hey... Are you all right?' he asked softly, holding her.

`Yes, just a little tired; I had to solve riddles and the walls would disappear...' she
started and Harry listened intently but was cut when Lavender Brown let out a wail and started
screaming for help. Harry ran to her and got her out of the spell immediately.

`You ok?' he asked her. She looked pale, her brown strands of hair standing out very
dishevelled. She nodded.

Harry looked up at all of them. `You did really well; I'm proud of you all but we need some
more practice,' he told his students.

`Practice makes perfect,' Ron came next to his best friend and put a hand on his
shoulder.

`See you all next week then; be safe,' Harry finished the session.

* * *

`Careful now! Accio quarry!' Rowena roared with a wave of her wand and a while after, a huge
rock was coming their way; they all ducked.

`Oy! Rowena! You could've killed someone!' Slytherin hissed getting up and dusting his
black cloak.

`I said careful!' she defended herself and shrugged at the accusation. She had been with
Salazar long enough to know how his mind worked and how he showed people he cared. They had been
dating back in their young years and oh! How much she had loved him! But he never was the kind of
giving much attention to his partners, or listening to them very often. The only one he listened to
was his best friend Godric and that was saying a lot. Helga had been the one to ever make Salazar
Slytherin back up from something he was decided on doing; Rowena didn't quite know how but she
thought that was admirable.

Slowly, the pile of stone started to take form under the spells the four friends were shouting
over and over again. They looked at the sketch and waved their wands again; another room would be
made. They would look again and frown, with a wave of the wands; the room would rearrange itself
inside the castle.

The castle was almost finished, a few more details and it would be complete. Helga sat on a
rock, facing their building site.

`I'm tired, can we get a minute rest?' the yellow haired girl said as she put a wet lock
back on her bun.

Rowena sat next to her, `You're so right, I need a drink...' she said and cast a big,
rusty looking bottle of wine. She took a big sip and gave it to Helga, who drank eagerly too. `Want
some tough guys?' Rowena asked with a warm smile.

Salazar came next and reached his hand to get a hold of the bottle; he almost dried it.

`I guess I must leave some for the little fella,' he said with a smirk.

`Indeed you have to,' Godric came from the back and patted his friend on the shoulder. He
took the bottle and drank what was left.

`So, there's one more issue now my friends...' Helga started.

Salazar looked at her. `What could that be, I wonder,' he said sarcastically.

`Haven't you noticed we're missing one basic thing to start a school?' Rowena asked
with a smirk.

Salazar smiled at himself, understanding it, `I dunno, maybe we should get a bunch of desks and
shelves, that's all we need,' he said.

Godric laughed. `He's right, we also need ink and parchment and quills,' he added.

`Come on! Let's get serious!' Helga whined.

`All right, alright! I guess we could get some books too,' Salazar finished with a
laugh.

`Salazar!' Helga snapped and looked at Rowena for support.

She sighed. `Ok, now the real thing alright?' she said in a bored though amused tone.
`Who's going to come and study here? We can't take everyone in. The school would be crowded
and we couldn't possibly manage to keep an eye and teach properly to so many wizards and
witches.'

`Why not? What would the problem be? We're pretty good, and we have patience,' Helga
said with a slight frown.

`I think we should set out some basic criteria in order to accept someone in the school,'
Godric said seriously. `Why are we founding this school anyway? To teach young witches and wizards
how to survive; therefore we must only accept those of brave heart and great chivalry. They're
the strong ones that will be able to make it, I reckon,' he finished.

`I—don't think bravery is what's needed to survive Godric, I think you need a sharp mind
whenever it's needed, and great intelligence. That's the most important thing, that's
what's going to get them through whatever might come,' Rowena said honestly.

`As if any of those would save you in a situation...' said Salazar sarcastically. `Cunning,
my friends,' he said, taking his index finger to the side of his head, `clear objectives and
determination to get to the last... and that is a special grant most pure blood wizards come
with...' he added, saying it as if it were a matter of fact.

`I think you're all wrong folks; hard work is what gets you to the way out. And for that,
you must be sure where your loyalties lay and respect them. Fairness will grant you great allies
and that's the most important thing in times of war... Loyal allies, and usually you find them
in the most unexpected people or places,' Helga told her friends truthfully.

Rowena bit her lip, deep in thinking. `What to do now? There's no way we're ever going
to solve this!' she said, her tone wore a little despair, for she usually found a solution to
everything. This was really frustrating.

They all sat in silence for a while; none of them would twist their arm and let the others get
away with what they wanted. If there was a quality that set these four apart, it was their pride.
Helga was usually the one with less pride in discussions and she always found a fair way for
everyone; but in this, she was decided.

Suddenly, Godric looked up; his face shining with a found answer. He stood at the puzzled and
curious looks of his friends. He took his wizard's hat; black and tall, with a little red and
gold lace around the base and a very fine handicraft finish.

`What are you doing dear?' Rowena asked as if he were a little child.

Godric looked down at her, and his gaze went from one to the other, `I need a little of your
blood; of each one of you, and I need something very dear to you too...' he said out of the
blue.

Salazar looked at him, he knew his friend when he had a good idea because that wasn't very
often, if you asked him. Usually, Godric just went with his instincts and it was either him or
Rowena that rounded up whatever he had done.

He stood and, with the little knife he always carried with him, sliced his palm. He winced but
stretched his hand and let his blood pour into Godric's hat. Rowena hesitated and bit her lip a
little, but then did the same as Salazar. With her blood inside the hat too, it started to glow a
little.

Helga's eyes widened and she followed as Godric gave her an inquiring look. The glow was now
a dark shade of pink. Finally, Godric sliced his palm also and poured his blood inside his own hat.
The glow became silvery white and then imploded into a white mist. He smiled.

`My hat is very dear to me but I have to put something else in... Don't worry, you'll
get it back my dear,' he said at Rowena's reluctant look on giving her bracelet. It was
made of silver with runes inscribed on the sides. On the centre, it wore a big blue gem with the
spark of her life in it. Godric had made it last time they had faced death. Rowena had been badly
injured and the only thing that kept her alive at that time, had been this little essence he had
made before they went out in the battlefield. She nodded and unbuckled the bracelet, throwing it
inside the hat.

Salazar was also reluctant but he took his arc and arrows from his back. He never let go of
them, except maybe when he was sleeping; and even then he had it close to him. The arrows were made
of a very strange metal alloy; they could go through anything and Salazar had enchanted them with
his own blood and life energy so they would always come back after killing the victim or fulfilling
their task. He paled a little when they were away from him but only Godric noticed and he let it
go.

Helga looked at them both and sighed, she raised her wand: `Accio Spiricte!' she said and a
little amber came soaring through the air to her hands; it was held in an elaborated leather
necklace. She looked at it, and deposited in the hat. After that, they were all looking at Godric;
he took the hat in one hand and pulled his sword out with the other. The red gems glinted and in
the blade you could see his name encrypted. He threw it inside and then pointed at it with his
right hand, two fingers stretched towards it.

*Our bloods that flow*

*Our objects know*

*Let this hat hold now*

*The essence of thus who found*

*Let it choose forever more*

*The house to which each one belong*

He tapped the hat and so did Rowena, Salazar and Helga. The hat trembled for a few seconds in
Godric's hand and then with a last shake it came to life and stirred. All of them stared at it;
wide eyed.

`You can withdraw your objects now; I am The Sorting Hat and will tell you where you
belong,' it said in a deep voice.

Godric smiled widely and took out his sword. Salazar pulled his arc and arrows; he looked much
relieved when they were with him again. Rowena called *Accio* and the bracelet stuck to her
slender wrist again. Helga smiled and took out her small necklace, putting it on her neck
again.

Godric turned the hat over and put it in his head. `Brave at heart and daring nerve, like a lion
you'll always act... Sure of yourself and following your instincts, you must be Godric
Gryffindor. Your house shall wear the red and gold colours that go so well with you'

Salazar was next. `Uh, cunning and determined... very exclusive with his friendships and
loyalties. Salazar Slytherin if I'm not mistaken; an unstoppable pure blood. You might want to
be careful with those qualities, and with that high ambition of yours... The green and silver for
mystery and clearness I'd say... A very careful and planning snake will be in your
crest…'

When Rowena put the hat on, it stirred. `So much intelligence and cleverness, Rowena Ravenclaw
doubtless... No wrong answer will come from you although your instincts might sometimes be wrong.
Your house shall wear the blue and copper colours; and the eagle, so sharp, will represent
you.'

And then there was Helga, she put the hat on and it almost seemed to smile. `Hard working; just
and loyal... those are definitely the qualities of Helga Hufflepuff. Will never, betray anyone but
some will take advantage of you; so forgiving and good. Helga you are like a badger and the blue
and black shall fit you well...'

The four of them stood silent for a moment, staring into each other. Godric broke the silence,
`Houses, animals, colours... this school will sure be grand!' he said astonished.

Rowena beamed at him, `Each one shall have a house to look after; competition will be fierce...
but that will make them better, stronger,' she added.

`So each house will have their own common spaces, where to rest and work,' Salazar said with
a satisfied smile.

`But classes will be taken by all of them together, and meals must be a moment to
interact...' Helga assured brightly.

* * *

Red and golden sparks glowed in one side of the castle, up one of the towers. Silver and green
ones glowed from a spot in the bottom of it. Blue and copper came from a wing not so far from the
red and gold light. And yellow and black was the glow of a room in the east part of the now almost
finished castle.

`Just one more touch,' Helga said satisfied

`What else do you need?' Rowena asked, leaning her head to a side.

`Decoration! Lights! Colours! All of that!' she exclaimed and her hair vibrated with all her
enthusiasm.

Rowena laughed. `You're so right my dearest friend! But *that* we must do from the
inside,' she said and glanced unsure, at her friends.

`Are you ready?' Godric asked nervously but at the same time he was beaming.

`I think it's perfect! Those last touches will make it even more perfect. We ought to be
proud, my friends,' Salazar assured and took a step towards the grand oak Front Doors; followed
by Godric, Helga and Rowena.

* * *

`Just hurry up! If we're going to do this we must do it right and we cannot start late on
the first session!' Draco said annoyed to Malcolm.

`I am coming! But what is the big deal?' he asked

`You'll see Malcolm, you'll see… I've got a huge surprise for you all,' the
silvery blond haired boy said satisfied; and soon enough most of the fourth year Slytherins and
above were following him.

`Won't we get in trouble?' Pansy Parkinson asked nervously.

Draco glanced sideways at her. `Won't you be a little more enthusiastic Pansy? Geez! Maybe
you'll get half of them leave!' he snapped. She bit her lip and just followed.

They got to an empty classroom on the third floor; at the east wing, where very few students
went. The classroom had been specially fitted for their purpose. Draco smiled at his and his
father's work, and turned around to see his friends' faces. They all looked extremely
pleased or extremely surprised to find Dark Arts devices placed in exactly the right spots. Tons of
books that could have only been got from the Restricted Section of the library or from a very dark
wizard's personal library.

`So? What do you think?' Draco asked, even though he already knew the answer; he just wanted
to be praised.

`It's amazing!' Tracy exclaimed as she ran her hand through all of the titles. `*Moste
Potente Potions, Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed, Curses you shouldn't know but must use,
Darkest Magical Discoveries*... it is unbelievable Draco!' she exclaimed, excited.

`Wow, I thought there were only a few of these left...' Blaise Zabini asked when he saw some
silver boxes that looked harmless.

`True, Blaise my friend, only a few...' Draco said with a superior attitude. Suddenly he
tensed all over and straightened. `Everyone quiet now!' he ordered and they obeyed.

A second later, a small but deadly looking snake slithered through the window to the centre of
the room; and moments later, Lucius Malfoy was standing before them. Tall and elegantly composed,
in his all black dress robes; covered by a black cloak that had dark green edges. His silvery blond
long hair was tied in a neat ponytail and he was holding a sharp looking cane. He glanced at all
the Slytherins from above and walked around them. They all stared at him with a mix of fear and
respect.

`I am well aware that most of you have a minimum knowledge on Dark Arts, knowing you parents.
That's why I made my son gather you all here tonight. The Dark Lord wants you to be taught on
what really matters in war times,' he said, pacing. He was looking at all the students with a
cold grey stare.

`What can we do? There are Dark Arts wards all over the castle,' Millicent Bullstrode asked
a bit shyly.

Lucius turned towards her, his piercing eyes into the girls', shrinking her almost to a pile
of nothing.

`Bullstrode right?' he said in a calm voice, `you think I would be as stupid as you to not
put a spell and neutralise them? Now make me proud,' he said dismissively with one last
despiteful look at the black haired seventh year.

* * *

A/N: Thanks to Susie for her wonderful art and dedication. I hope you didn't have problems
with my photobucket. Anyways, next chapter promises to bring loads of information too useful for
the rest of the story (hehe, just like Jo in CoS, isn't that funny?), so stay tuned and pay
attention! *wink*

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2. WWB2 - Two face, too
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Was and Will be

**Title**: Was and Will be (02)

**Author name:** Rosali

**Author's email:** ciliotta@yahoo.com

**Category:** Action / Adventure, Romance

**Rating:** PG-13

**Spoilers:** Books 1 - 5

**Chapter summary:** An encounter sets the base for much worse things to come. A conversation
that went beyond planned and a familiar face lightens Harry's days. Two battles, big powers and
intentions discovered.

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based upon the characters and situations created and owned by
JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and
Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.

**CHAPTER II**

**Two Face, Too**

*How to describe it?*

*A love so big it can move mountains*

*Two separated by such a huge world*

*A pain so deep it can't be cried*

*And even so, the love is still alive*

*. - R.L.C. “Swish and wish”*

* * *

`Mate, you'll never know…'

`But what if—`

`Shut up! Man, if I hadn't been there with you, now I would seriously had believed The Daily
Prophet two years ago.'

`It's not the same. It's *her*, you know?'

`Oy! Are you the Boy-Who-Lived, or the Boy-Who-Chickened-Out?'

`Damn you! Ok I'll go. But I swear I will personally strangle you with your lace if she
turns me down'

`Yeah, yeah. And while you strangle me, I'll be saying things you don't wanna hear.'
Ron smirked at his best friend and went back to try and catch Pig with his truth lace.

Harry hit him in the head playfully and Ron stuck out his tongue. Despite everything they had
gone through, it was amazing how they could still behave like normal teenager most of the time.

`And how did it go with you?' Harry blurted out all of a sudden, making Ron almost cut
Pig's throat with a tensing lace. `Watch out, you don't have Errol anymore mate,' he
said with a satisfied grin.

`What do you mean how did it go?'

`I mean if everyone saw you dancing naked in the prefects' bathroom the other day.'
Harry rolled his eyes and then focused his green eyes in Ron's, `I mean how did it go with
Luna?'

Ron's ears turned pink and he made a face to his friend. `I asked her, and she said yes.
That is all.'

Harry raised an eyebrow, emerald green eyes shining with amused malice. `And?'

`And what?' he spat.

`Did you snog her too? How was she?'

`I don't *snog* people. That's Malfoy's job, remember? And are you the world
hero or a little boy?' Ron said annoyed.

`Hey, I'm still seventeen...' Harry made a gesture with his hand. `And don't change
the subject!' he snapped with a little laugh. `Ron snogged Lovegood! Ron snogged Lovegood!'
he started in a singsong voice.

`Shut up and go to your girl, will ya?' Ron snapped back, but smiled at his friend and
nothing more had to be said between the two young men.

Harry sagged, he sighed and stood up, still in his training robes. Under the red and gold robes,
he was wearing one of the red jumpers Mrs. Weasley knitted for him every Christmas with a big H on
the chest and a Lion behind it. He unbuckled his wrist guards and threw them on the couch by the
fire. He knew where Hermione probably was now, and walked out the portrait hole.

`Good luck,' Ron's voice called as the portrait swung close.

Harry walked through the deserted halls of school. It was almost nine and most students should
already be in the common rooms, or heading there. Harry, as Head Boy, could walk around without
breaking any school rules. According to Ron, that was one of the few advantages of being Head
Boy.

Suddenly he heard a group of voices coming from the third floor. The same floor that had once
been out of bounds because Fluffy was in one of the chambers there. Harry frowned and walked
towards the voices; no clubs had meetings to this hour at night except the Defence Association. He
was careful not to make any sound; for some reason he felt he had to be quiet.

`Oh I'm a beautiful ballerina!' Harry recognised that annoying, mocking voice around the
corner. Malfoy. The group laughed.

`Shut up!' An angry voice Harry couldn't quite identify, tried to stop the giggles.

`At least *I* could resist it,' Malfoy pointed out. `Want me to curse you again?'
he finished threateningly.

`*Sure,* you resisted it after kneeling down and praising Potter!' the voice said and
it sounded oddly satisfied.

Harry flinched and couldn't help the smile that this last part drew on his face.
*Malfoy* *praising Potter, that would be fun,* he thought and took one more step towards
the voices. He now he had a clear view from an unseen corner. Malfoy was pointing his wand at
another Slytherin Harry recognised as a fourth year called Malcolm Baddock.

`You can't do that here Draco, stop it!' Tracy put her hand on Draco's arm.

In Harry's opinion, she was the only Slytherin worth looking at. Her brown-blond curly hair
somehow always fell elegantly down to her shoulders. Her purple eyes combined perfectly with her
slightly tanned skin, and her school robes braced her body to every curve. Harry supposed she used
spells, but damn right! They were good spells!

Draco looked at her and narrowed his eyes dangerously, but then put his wand down and addressed
the fourth year he had been pointing at. `Don't you *ever* mention that again,
understood?' he said in a low voice and kept leading the way down to the Slytherin Common
Room.

Harry didn't know why, but he stepped out of his spying spot and put one hand inside his
pocket; tightly holding his wand, just in case.

`Malfoy! What are you and your retinue doing out of your dungeon at this time?' he asked
with the Head Boy tone he had learned from Hermione.

Draco stopped dead on his tracks, and slowly turned around. His grey eyes were carefully set in
the perfect look for the occasion, as usual. This time it was something between insolence and
daring but Harry could see, for a fraction of a second, the surprise in them.

`Look who's here. Heaven save me if it's not Head Boy Potty! Isn't it a little past
your bedtime?' Draco started with his usual unbearably superior tone, which he had probably
learned from his father.

Harry felt an urge to hit Malfoy; this had been happening a lot lately. Draco had been even more
obnoxious -if it was possible- ever since Harry had received the Head Boy's badge.

`You don't want to speak to me in that tone, Malfoy. Remember that you're not Prefect
anymore and *I'm* Head Boy,' Harry replied with a dangerous but satisfied voice.
Everything was worth looking at that expression; of not being able to do anything because there was
no way around Harry's affirmation.

Draco narrowed his eyes; they seemed to get a slightly darker shade of grey when he was angry.
He pulled his wand out. `You know what? I don't give a damn if you put me in detention Potter
if I get to kick your arse right now,' he said, walking some steps to where Harry was standing
loosely but with a firm grip on his wand.

Harry tensed when Draco pulled his wand and noted Pansy Parkinson taking a step to stop Draco,
but was held back by Millicent.

`Look how sweet. One of your girlfriends knows I'm going to beat the hell out of you, if you
take one more step.' Harry said with a smirk worthy of a Malfoy.

Draco turned, gave the girls a venomous look, and then turned back to Harry; wand raised in a
duelling position

`Want to bet on that, little hero?' he said in a cool voice.

`Stop it!' A new voice, one very familiar to Harry, came from the back. He had his wand out
already, but didn't remember when he had also acquired the duelling position. Instinctively, he
relaxed and started to turn but then realised it, and put his attention back to the duel he had
been awaiting all year.

Hermione ran to where Harry was and took his arm firmly. `Harry, it's not worth it. We can
just take points off,' she said urgently in his ear.

`Now whose girlfriend is saving whose arse?' Draco laughed, `even *she* thinks
you're no match for me, Potty-boy,' he said with his very characteristical sneer.

Harry was about to hex him when Hermione put herself before Harry's aim.

`Ten points from Slytherin for seeking a fight in the halls; and five points each for being out
of bed after nine,' Hermione said in a finishing tone. Her posture was somehow superior and
determined, but Harry knew she was tense all over. He doubted anyone noticed how her brown strands
of hair got a little frizzy in the ends when she was tense. All the Slytherins gasped.

`You can't do that, you filthy mudblood!' Millicent came forward, indignant.

Harry raised his wand once again but Hermione wouldn't let him. The Slytherins calling her a
mudblood did not affect her anymore, and Harry was proud of it.

`Millicent, you want me to take more points off your House? Don't you think seventy is
enough?'

She took a step back and turned on her heels, making a very exasperated noise on her way. Tracy
and Pansy followed in silence. Draco stood where he was, shaking almost imperceptibly with rage,
but Harry could tell.

`That's how I like it, now get going!' Hermione ushered them. Slowly, one by one, they
started to make their way down to the dungeons; where the Slytherin Common Room was located.

Draco was the last one to leave; he stood there with his arrogant and somehow elegant posture
held still. He made one last, rather rude, gesture and turned around.

`I'll get you, Potter,' he muttered, and Harry wasn't sure Hermione had heard him.
*I'll be more than ready, Malfoy,* he thought, but didn't say anything for the sake of
peace; and because he saw Hermione's look when she turned around.

`What on *earth* were you doing Harry? Do you have *any* idea how many points we
could've lost if someone had found you almost duelling with Malfoy? How do you think it would
look if the Head Boy ended up in detention?' She made special emphasis in the “Head Boy”, which
made Harry wince. `Honestly, Harry, you've *got* to keep your temper in check; it seems
like you still can't take in that you're Head Boy. You're supposed to be an
*example* to follow! And anyways, what were you doing out here at this time?' She said all
this very fast and in the bossy tone she didn't use much anymore.

Harry opened his mouth a couple of times to argue but closed it again, and then finally spoke.
`I *am* an example to the world!' he said, somehow lamely. He didn't like to use his
fame and all that with anyone except Ron and Hermione, and maybe Ginny.

`Harry!' Hermione snapped.

`I was looking for you all right?' he said in a defeated tone. `Can we talk?' he asked,
blushing a little; almost imperceptibly.

* * *

It was past midnight and Draco was still sitting by the fire, staring into it. He hadn't
spoken or even moved from there since he had come back. Everyone looked at him curiously, as if
waiting nervously for him to burst out yelling any moment. This hadn't been the first time
Potter had gotten away with it, now that he was Head Boy; Draco couldn't do anything to him. If
it had only been Potter, then he would've been able to. But with that mudblood with him, it was
impossible. He was boiling inside; burning even more than the fire in front of him. But he had been
taught well: *A hurt pride is better when not shown,* and he respected that rule. Every rule
about pride was completely unbreakable in the Malfoy family.

Draco looked around and smiled to himself after everyone had cleared the room. He would get this
one back. Not for anything he was in Slytherin; he would use his cunning, he would use Potter's
allies against him. He would make him regret that day, and every other day when he had made Draco
impotent before others.

He sat on the expensive looking rug, just in front of the centre table of the Common Room. He
pulled out a piece of parchment and the *Brainstorm Quill* his father had given him: `Use it
well,' he had said and Draco was sure he would.

As soon as the quill touched the parchment, it started scribbling furiously; if it hadn't
been impossible, Draco could've sworn he saw a trace of fire after every letter was written.
His hand was tired now and the quill wasn't scribbling as fast anymore. He stopped and looked
at everything his brainstorm had produced. He couldn't help the sneer on his lips as he
wrote.

He found things such as “Throwing Harry through the window”, “Getting Hermione to fall in love
with him and have sex with her in front of a tied up Harry” and “Fooling the Weasle into believing
the only way to help Harry was to stick a broomstick somewhere he could never get it.” He had to
admit some of the ideas were rather stupid but amusing nevertheless.

`You will be sorry, Potter…' he said after revising and choosing the best ones, he put his
things back in his dragonproof leather bag. It was a very dark shade of green; almost brown. You
could see the scales of the dragon and the traces of the mix with the muggle material they called
leather. The Malfoy Family crest was on the flap; it was a beautiful, gothic looking “M”. The ends
of the letter winded up like snakes and an elegant looking serpent twisted itself on the right side
of the letter, like a creeper. Through the back, from the left bottom corner you could see a
half-unsheathed sword that came all the way up to the right top corner of the letter.

Silently, Draco opened the door of the seventh years' dormitory and lay down on his
four-poster bed; the green velvet curtains neatly pulled up. He fell asleep with a smile on his
face.

* * *

Nothing could've prepared Harry for what had just happened, he was so confused now. The
conversation he had just had with Hermione hadn't only been a conversation over a guy asking a
girl to the Graduation Ball. It had gone *way* beyond that and he wasn't sure he
would've wanted to hear it if he had been asked before.

*After watching the pack of Slytherins leave, Harry and Hermione went outside to take a stroll
around the lake and talk calmly.*

*`What did you want to speak to me about?'*

*`Uhm… Graduation isn't faraway you know? And we'll have a Ball and
everything…'*

*`Yes Harry I'm aware of that. We're planning it remember?' Hermione said
slowly.*

*`Right! We're planning it! Uhm... And you know how it's tradition that the Head Boy
and Girl open the Ball, you know?'*

*Hermione frowned and leaned her head to a side with a smile.*

*`Yes Harry, don't worry, we'll be fine. You're not the* worst *dancer; and
if it worries you, I can teach you some steps,' she beamed.*

*`No! Hermione, you're not helping! That's not what I'm trying to say!' he
said exasperated but then calmed at Hermione's expression and sighed. `… what I'm trying to
say is that if you wanted to be my partner for more than the first dance. If you wanted to go with
me to the Ball.' His blush was now more evident, and he felt like a fourteen-year-old
again.*

*Hermione stopped and looked at him; light brown eyes staring into bright green ones.*

*`Are you saying...? Oh Harry of course I would love to go with you!' she exclaimed and
flung her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. He was a little more than a head
taller than Hermione now; not like some years ago when they were the same height.*

*After a few moments, Harry heard sobs coming from Hermione. He frowned and put a hand on her
soft hair.*

*`Hermione? Are you all right? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?' Harry asked
in panic.*

*Hermione looked up through over-bright eyes at him. `No Harry! Of course not! I mean… this is
great but I can't help but feel something awful, something wicked this way's coming. And
you always have to face any evil that comes our way! I don't want anything to happen to
you!'*

*Harry just stared, bewildered. He didn't quite understand how an invitation to the
Graduation Ball had come to be related to what she had just said. He had no idea Hermione felt that
way and it made him feel even guiltier than usual. He had learned to live with it and somehow get
over It, but seeing how she cried just broke his heart and made him feel like the worst person
alive, if that was possible.*

*Hermione had her hands on Harry's chest and was staring at him, not able to read what he
was feeling as she usually did.*

*`Harry?' she asked, unsure.*

*Harry was snapped back to reality by her call and focused his eyes on her; pure sadness and
guilt in them.*

*`Mione, I—I don't know what to say, I didn't know you felt this way. But I—I
can't help who I am and what I'm doomed to,' he said helplessly at the lack of more
accurate words.*

*`I know, I'm sorry, I'm the one that's being stupid and weak right now.
You're always so strong, determined; you're admirable Harry, you know?' Hermione said,
wiping her face.*

*`No, that's not true and you know it. I'm only good at Quidditch and- not dying… The
only thing I am, is really lucky,' he said with obvious bitterness in his tone.*

*`Oh Harry!' was all Hermione managed to say as she hugged him.*

*`Maybe we should go back…' he said and pulled from her embrace but took her hand. They
walked silently to the Common Room and didn't say anything but goodnight when they reached the
two staircases that led to the Head Boy and Girl chambers.*

Harry flung himself on his four-poster bed and stared into the enchanted ceiling. The night was
dark and fresh and there were no stars, only a huge black-blue screen which was the sky.

He sighed and stood up, walking to his trunk. He started to take out the things that were inside
it until he reached the bottom. He tapped it with his wand and a small handle appeared; he opened
it to reveal a second bottom with letters and things Harry didn't even remember he had put
there. The first sneakoscope Ron had given him, the falcon feather quill Hermione had once given
him, a small packet of letters tied with a brown lace. He found what he was looking for; a tattered
photo album; the one Hagrid had given him so many years ago; he felt the old sadness rise inside
him and press his chest. Apart from the photos of his parents, Harry had put pictures of his
friends, him and Sirius, the DA, the Order… When he was picking it up, he noted something wrapped
in a white sheet; he didn't recognise it. He frowned and left the album aside, taking the
wrapped package.

He examined it first and then opened it. A sharp pain shot through his chest like an arrow when
he recognised it. Cracked as it was, with the antique looking carved oak frame and some funny
looking symbols around it, there it was; the mirror Sirius had given him two years ago. He rolled a
hand across its surface; reviving every horrible feeling that had overwhelmed him that summer and
the guilt of thinking he could've stopped what had happened if he had only opened it on
time.

`Reparo…' he muttered and the cracks on the mirror smoothened; showing him a scar, a pair of
green eyes and round glasses. His reflection. Harry sighed, `I wish you were here Sirius…' he
mused idly. The surface of the mirror started to ripple; like water when touched. Harry blinked and
kept staring, `Sirius?' he asked without really realising it.

A human face started to take form in the surface of the mirror. Long, black hair, grey eyes and
white skin. Sirius. Harry eyes widened in disbelieve as he recognised his godfather's beaming
expression.

`I knew you'd figure it out someday!' the man exclaimed, his grin wide.

Harry tried to speak but his throat wasn't cooperating, he was open-mouthed with
astonishment.

`Harry, are you ok? It's me! Yes it's me, Sirius,' he assured. `Your father used to
love walking in his underwear in the Common Room at night just in case Lily or any girl saw
him,' he said with a wicked grin.

Harry burst out laughing and beamed back at his godfather. `Sirius! It really is you! I
don't—, how—, where—?' So many questions were tumbling in his head he couldn't make one
full sentence.

`You didn't know, I know… I told you, you would reach me anywhere with the mirror and
unfortunately yes I'm still through the veil and don't think there's a way back.'
He said the final words with bitterness and then looked up, `but hey! At least I can speak to
you!' he tried to make it light.

`Oh great Merlin! I can't believe I never opened it before!'

`Oh my! Look at you! You must be, what? Seventeen already? How's everything? I see you made
it Head Boy just like Prongs,' he said with a fatherly smile.

`Yes, I'm in seventh year. And the Head Boy thingy... don't ask me how I got it,'
Harry said rather pensatively; he shrugged and smiled. `But you know what? You should've seen
Malfoy's face when he saw the badge on my chest; I swear it was one of the best sights
*ever*! The look on his face! Although he's been even more annoying all year, if
that's possible…'

`Oh I bet it was worth a thousand galleons, that look,' Sirius said. `And how's… you
know, the war and Voldemort? And Remus, and Hermione and the Weasleys?'

`They're all ok; it's been a hell of a couple of years. Killings and all that, but
we're all still alive, if that's what you mean?'

`And Hermione?' he asked with a knowing smile and Harry blushed at the question.

`She's ok, she's Head Girl as you probably imagine, and I asked her to the Graduation
Ball—`

`And…' Sirius interrupted. `Don't tell me she turned you down, that is impossible! The
girl was crazy for you even if she didn't realise it…'

`No! She didn't say no. At least that's what I think. And no, she's not crazy for
me, it's the other way round I think…' Harry said truthfully.

`How come—?'

`Well, we sorta argued after she—`

`Ah... I know that look…' Sirius inquired.

`Well, she said some stuff I had no idea of, you know? And how do you know that look? You
don't even know what she said!'

Sirius laughed a little. `Actually I sorta do... Lily sometimes got like that, and James would
look exactly like you do right now.' His grey eyes betrayed a trace of sadness at the memory of
his friends. `Was it kind of… “We don't know if we're going to survive, it is horrible how
I worry about you all the time!”?'

`Exactly!' Harry pointed. `She was even crying and I can't help but feel awful about it!
I mean, it is, after all my fault. But I can't help who I am and what I'm meant to be, you
know?'

Sirius nodded, understanding perfectly what Harry meant. `Well, it *is* something of an
obstacle. But she's always been there, hasn't she? She won't give up on you for sure
but… I reckon what you can do is be there for her, I mean; she's the world to you and vice
versa. You must hold onto each other and you'll get through it… And if not, then you'll at
least have had a good time together…' Sirius wasn't very knowing on the “being a father”
thing but he was doing pretty good right now.

Harry smiled weakly. `I guess you're right, but I still can't help—`

`Don't. Harry, listen to me. Don't kill yourself over blame and all that stuff, try and
enjoy the moment. Try to be seventeen in spite of everything…' he said urgently and Harry
nodded. `I know you've never had anything of what we like to call normal; but still... you
deserve it, ok Harry?'

He smiled a little more now. `There's no worst battle than one that was never fought,
right?'

`Yep! That's the spirit! I reckon you should go to bed, it's probably late, isn't
it?' Sirius asked.

`Yes but I don't want to go! I wanna talk to you! I lost you Sirius; I don't want to let
you go!'

`I know Harry. But now you know you can speak to me whenever you want to, I promise I won't
go anywhere,' he said with a sarcastic laugh. `Take care, ok? Stay out of trouble and we'll
talk soon,' he told Harry, who reluctantly nodded and put the mirror face down on his night
table.

`Good night Sirius,' he said softly and let his exhausted mind and body drift into a
restless sleep.

* * *

It hadn't been long since they had started teaching, but it seemed there were many more
witches and wizards than the four friends had imagined. They had drawn a map of all the occidental
side of the world and put identifying and tracing spells on it so they would know where the
soon-to-be students were.

In only a few years, Hogwarts classrooms were full of students and a lot of enemies had
appeared. Some Witches and Wizards thought that teaching magic to youngsters would bring down the
vertical system that had reigned so far.

This time, a huge army was coming towards the castle, much bigger than any other before. So far,
it had been enough with Salazar, Godric, Helga and Rowena to keep them away from the school
grounds. They had been forced into creating new races of animals; half-breeds, to help them protect
Hogwarts. There had been arguments and fights about this and many more things; but the same passion
and goal always united the founders, ending the disagreements.

Godric was pacing up and down and Salazar was looking at the map on the table in front of him.
Helga and Rowena had taken over all the classes since they had found out that Farathed and the rest
of the kings of the east had united in order to put an end to the school.

`How are we supposed to take down fifty thousand men, Salazar? The dragons won't help us
anymore, and I don't think Hippogriffs and Manticores will be able to finish them all.'

Salazar didn't look up; his eyes were set on a spot on the far right of the centre-back
battalion. Godric came up to him, interpreting his friend's silence.

`You have something in mind?' he asked.

Salazar didn't take his eyes off the map. `I think I may… see this spot here, and here?'
he pointed. `They appear to be weak spots. Now, I reckon two of us could come here; and the other
two here…' he pointed at two places with his finger; one on each side of the battalions and
four little dots appeared. A red one, a green one, a blue and a yellow one. `Each pair can take two
Hippogriffs and two Manticores; I'll take the basilisk… I know Godric but it's the only
choice. So we'll have the element of surprise on our side, and we'll take down these two
groups easily if everything goes as planned.'

Godric bit his bottom lip, he thought the basilisk had been the worst creature they had created,
but Salazar seemed to be able to talk to it and control it. He didn't see any other choice.

`Then that would leave only two battalions, making it easier for us… we've taken down that
number…' he said, resigned.

* * *

`That's incredible Harry! So you can *really* talk to Sirius!' Ron exclaimed as he
ate his breakfast.

`Are you sure it was him?' Hermione asked, worried.

`Come on, Hermione! Don't be so fearful. Sirius gave that mirror to Harry and went through
the veil with it! It's almost impossible that there's some kind of trick,' Ginny
pointed to Hermione.

`Yeah, remember the Firebolt when it first arrived? You were crazy with worry and we assured you
there was nothing wrong with it,' Neville supported his friends.

`Look, if it had been a trick then he would've killed me last night… let's say I
wasn't with all my *guards* up.' Harry said with an obvious look to Hermione.

`I just want to check it all right?' she said, determined to ignore Harry's look.

`All right! As you wish! I'll give it to you later ok?' Harry finally agreed for the
sake of peace.

They were all sitting at the Gryffindor table, closed in a tight group and talking in low
voices. Ron glanced at the Ravenclaw table every once in a while and exchanged very sweet looks
with Luna, who was dreamy-looking as always.

Ginny finally finished her breakfast and excused herself to go to the library; she wanted to get
“The Prince of Tides” from the muggle section before anyone else.

* * *

Draco had been glancing at the Gryffindor table every once in a while, hoping to catch her by
herself and get his plan going. He waited until after she had left and then stood up, walking to
where he had seen her disappear. He caught with her a while later.

`Oy! Weasl—Ginny!' he called, trotting after her.

Ginny frowned when she recognised the voice, and then was utterly surprised when he called her
Ginny instead of Weasel or Weasley. She turned around without really wanting to.

`What do you want, Malfoy?' she asked, annoyed. `If you're here just to be yourself and
annoy me, then you can sod off!' she snapped. Draco flinched almost imperceptibly.

`Aren't we a little aggressive today?' he asked, making his best hurt and surprised
face, using all the Malfoy charm he had always had, which went perfectly well with his very
beautiful factions.

`Don't try the I'm-nice-and-you-just-hurt-me act, it's not going to work! Now, what
do you want?' she asked exasperated.

`I—just wanted to talk, you know, what normal people do,' he said in his most innocent
voice.

`There you have a good point; but then again, you're not normal, you're an annoying
prat, not to mention a potential Death Eater. Cut it with the acting, will ya?' Ginny
snapped.

`I'm not acting!' Draco made it sound as if he were offended, but his voice was gentle.
`I was wondering if we could, like, hang out together a little more, you're not like you used
to be, you've grown and you're almost nice…' Draco said with a heartbreaking smile that
never failed.

Ginny examined him for a moment, and blinked. `Are you really trying to be nice? Or is this some
kind of joke?' she asked.

`No, no joke here Weasley. I mean Ginny… sorry, it's just that I'm used to that…' he
said elegantly, which made Ginny's will falter a little.

`Uhm… I guess you could come with me to the library…' she said, a little unsure, and Draco
smiled.

* * *

The school day was over and Rowena and Helga took all the students to their Common Rooms, with
strict orders not to leave them under any circumstances. They never disobeyed the
Headmistresses' orders.

Soon after, they walked into the Headmasters' office. There were two desks in one story and
two more on the higher story. Ceiling-high shelves surrounded the round office, all kinds of books
and magical objects on them. The high ceiling depicted a scene of the foundation; the four of them
were pointing at the hat Godric was holding and the finished castle was on the background.

`Finally you made it!' Godric exclaimed when Rowena and Helga entered. `Salazar's got an
idea that might work…'

The two women glanced at the higher story, where Salazar was leaning over the map. Helga hurried
up, closely followed by Rowena.

`This sounds really dangerous, but it appears to be our only way out,' Rowena said
seriously, taking her hand to her forehead.

Helga sighed and bit her bottom lip. `When we have to fight, we have to fight… I trust you
Salazar, now who is going with whom?' she asked; making up her mind.

`I'll be going with Rowena, we have a better shot with the basilisk,' Salazar said.
Godric opened his mouth to argue, but his friend already knew what he was going to say, `We all
have the same chances of surviving, Godric…' he just said, looking at Godric straight in the
eyes. He sighed.

`Ok, let's hurry then, they're getting closer by the minute,' he said, trying to
ignore his growing anxiety for Rowena and they all nodded.

Soon, they were each mounting a different winged horse, wearing their particular battle armour
with the crest of their House on the chest and the Hogwarts one on the back. Gryffindor on the
powerful Abraxan; Hufflepuff on the loyal Aethonan; Ravenclaw mounting the rapid Granian, and
Slytherin the amazing Thestral. They charged to battle, ready to come back victorious or die on the
battlefield.

The creatures were following Helga's directions and Salazar hissed to the Basilisk -which
had its eyes covered- guiding him.

* * *

Ginny and Draco had started to hang out more, it turned out that Draco could be quite charming
and nice after all. But that only happened when he was alone with her, because he became his usual
obnoxious, unbearable self the minute he returned to his cronies. Ginny couldn't quite
understand this, but she really enjoyed the time they spent together.

They had talked about the future; projects in which each one was involved, their clubs and heaps
more things she couldn't quite recall. She had even told him about the DA meetings. By now the
whole school knew of their existence, but no one knew more than that, except Draco now.

Neville had started questioning her on where she hung out now and her friends had all told her
off whenever they saw her with Malfoy. Ginny was starting to get tired of explaining he was
actually nice to her and that he had nothing up his sleeve, but they wouldn't listen.
Eventually, she had given up and just rolled her eyes or ignored her friends whenever they
mentioned the subject.

Harry, Ron and Hermione couldn't quite understand why she was being so stubborn on this. She
knew Malfoy but she seemed to have forgotten who he was.

`I'm telling you Ron; she's got something going on there…' Harry told his friend for
the hundredth time.

`You think I don't bloody know, Harry? But she's being a complete arse about it and you
know I can't force her into anything!' he replied angrily.

`Well, maybe it's not what it seems. Besides, she and Neville are kinda dating; I don't
reckon she would do something like that to him…' Hermione defended her, although she agreed
with her friends.

The subject of the other night at the lake appeared to have been erased for both Harry and
Hermione, as neither mentioned any details of it to anyone. They were going to the Graduation Ball
together and that was all they said to anyone.

Draco was enjoying this little plan more than he had intended at the beginning. Ginny had turned
out to be a really cool girl and it was fun being around her.

His fellow Slytherins kept teasing him, saying she was his girlfriend and that they would fall
in love. Draco, obviously shut them up with one word as per usual.

He already knew where the DA met, which days and at what time. Everything was going exactly as
planned, and Draco was proud of himself. The Junior Death Eaters were going to meet the Defence
Association one day and force them into a duel. Head Boy and Girl would be there and no Gryffindor
(even though there were Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws there too) would ever turn down a duel, that
would be cowardice and that was unthinkable for them.

* * *

From a high hill, the four founders glanced at the immense army they were to defeat soon. There
were four battalions, each one of ten thousand men at least. The day was falling and the atmosphere
was filled with a dreadful air. The darkening sky was announcing the biggest battle ever, and the
growing shadows only increased the pressing sensation. It would be four against over forty
thousand; but four of the most powerful wizards and witches ever, accompanied by several creatures
under their command.

`This is it. Either we save our school and the future, or we die trying…' Godric Gryffindor,
looking down at the battlefield and standing with a high demeanour, told his friends.

Rowena also dismounted and took Godric's side, taking his hand to give herself strength. He
turned and looked at her with love in his eyes.

`I love you,' Godric told Rowena and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and held
him tight, holding back tears.

`I love you too…' she whispered in his ear and mounted her Granian again; its grey fur
looked silver under the dying light.

Godric then looked back at his other two friends and nodded. Salazar nodded back and Helga
closed her eyes, advancing next to her battle partner.

They descended the hill silently and took their positions, ready for anything. When they were
within attack range, Salazar hissed at the Basilisk and with a wave of his hand, the covering on
its deadly eyes fell off. The Basilisk slithered and rose, looking at all the surprised wizards
straight in the eyes; they fell limp instantly. The Basilisk bit whoever came close and whenever
someone was going to attack it, Salazar threw one of his arrows and took him down.

They had to use the killing curse, although none of them really liked to. A wizard was aiming at
Salazar while he was defending the Basilisk and Rowena noticed; quickly, she shot her opponent with
her crossbow and yelled, `Avada Kedavra!' the man fell dead instantly.

On the other side, Godric was leading the way, Helga at his side guiding the Hippogriffs, the
Manticores and the Lethifold, who had joined them while on their way. Gryffindor made a sign to
Hufflepuff without looking at her and she nodded. She took a breath and took her delicate hand to
the small stone that hung from her chest. She spoke and the creatures understood what she was
saying, charging against the battalion. The Manticore's tail stung here and there, killing
wizards in its way. Its huge paw stepped on other attackers without a backward glance. The
Hippogriffs soared over the heads of the army and took off heads and sliced necks with no mercy.
The ground looked as if the red light of the sunset had dyed it with blood.

Gryffindor flew over the army too; sword in hand, he pierced everything that moved and at the
same time, he was keeping an eye on Helga, who was shooting daggers from a hand she had enchanted
before. Her left wrist was soaked in blood, for every dagger came straight from her skin, but she
didn't seem to mind and wouldn't miss one shot.

A shower of red and green sparks started to fly all over when the surprise effect had passed.
Hufflepuff had to duck every spell her eyes caught. Suddenly, a red light reached the Aethonan on
the chest and it started to fall, Helga along with it, shrieking. Godric turned immediately to
watch her falling in slow motion. He soared to the spot and landed right next to his friend's
limp body. The huge winged horse was imposing and made a small circle around them.

`Manticore!' he yelled and the beast turned around.

`Mistress!' the human head spoke and it hurried towards the two wizards. It stung at least
twenty men and managed to give Gryffindor enough time to pick the Aethonan and Hufflepuff up,
flying high again. The remaining wizards all pointed at the Manticore and threw the killing curse
to it. At the beginning, the spells rebounded, but then it stopped moving all of a sudden and fell
loudly. Godric closed his eyes and looked away, then turned back to the two forms on the back of
his winged horse.

`Rennervate!' he pointed at the Aethonan and its eyes flew open. It reacted and flew, taking
Helga on its back. `Take her to the hill and give her this.' He gave the horse a little flask.
It appeared to understand, for it flew to the hill and out of sight.

Godric glanced at the remaining men of the battalion and took a deep breath. He raised his arms
and yelled.

`Esquiterma Partilatis Conjunto!'

A gold light wrapped his body and shot through both his hands towards the men on the ground.
They all slowed down its movements and some fell, paralysed. Godric, his breath ragged, managed to
order the Abraxan to soar down; the Hippogriffs and the remaining Manticore followed. They wiped
the ground and the ones that made it alive ran back to their lands. This battalion was finished and
he went back to where Helga and the Aethonan were.

The Basilisk killed a great part of the army; and Rowena and Salazar, along with the other two
Manticores and the Hippogriffs finished most of the battalion.

Just then, a wave of coldness filled the air. Salazar looked around, shivering. Rowena was pale,
about to faint, and the creatures were finishing the remaining wizards.

`Dementors…' he whispered and his head started to spin. A tearing scream broke in his head;
he saw his mother running to him, lying on the floor, bleeding.

*`Stop it Daramar! He's just a child!'*

*`Move away, woman! He has to learn and I'll teach him the lesson!'*

*`No! Don't hurt him anymore!'*

*`Crucio!'*

*Another tearing scream. But she held her ground, protecting her son.*

*`I said move! Avada Kedavra!' Daramar yelled and Salazar saw his mother fall to the
ground, lifeless.*

*Happy memory, happy memory.* Slytherin told himself.

*Their first time. He and Rowena had been so in love back then…*

`Expecto Patronum!' he yelled and a huge silvery snake made some of the Dementors back away.
There were too many. He heard another voice; Rowena's trembling one trying to do the same
spell, but she collapsed to the ground. `NO!' The Dementors were closing in on her; they were
going to kiss her.

Salazar gathered his remaining energies and ran towards Rowena but he tripped over something and
almost fell into a deep hole, from where a blinding light was coming. He was hypnotised by it. He
started to feel his body warm up and a huge energy, immense power encircling him. He could feel it
running through his veins; urging to get out of his fingers. Remembering Rowena and the Dementors,
he fought to focus on them.

He thought of when they had finished building the school, all of them so happy and proud.
`EXPECTO PATRONUM!'' he yelled again, but this time the silvery snake wrapped the Dementors
and nearly pulverised them. He ran to her and took her in his arms. She was cold as ice, and her
usually coppery skin was pale as death itself. Instinctively, he looked at the bracelet in her
right hand. It was flickering weakly; *she's still alive*, he thought relieved.

The bracelet's light started to vanish. `No, Rowena, don't leave me… don't die
please…' he begged, and then felt the power that had wrapped him from the hole a few minutes
ago. The white flash came from his body and went into hers, slowly warming the young woman in his
arms. Salazar could see how her skin started to gain colour again. He smiled.

Rowena opened her eyes and focused on him. He let go of her; scared but amazed and stood up. The
power that had taken over his body was going back to where it belonged. Salazar followed it and
tried desperately to grab it, but as soon as it encircled him again, he felt his skin tearing
apart, trying in vein to hold the power. All his nerves were about to burst open when he finally
let it go and was thrown back to the ground; the hole closed in. He stared at it and was snapped
back to reality by Rowena's voice.

`What happened?' she asked

* * *

The day had come and Draco couldn't help but feel this was going to be the best day of his
life. Ginny had been really useful and now it was time to act. After the meeting and the practice,
it was close to nine o'clock and the whole group was walking towards the sixth floor.

`Listen to me, today we'll have our first real battle, we've been practising and most of
us know what we're doing. The DA members won't be expecting us; that gives us the surprise
element on our side,' he informed.

`Are you sure this is the right way, Draco? I haven't seen any empty classrooms in this
wing,' Millicent inquired.

Draco turned to her. `Always so bright, are you not, Millicent? They don't practice in an
empty classroom; Ginny told me they had this room called The Room of Requirement and—` He was cut
off by a high pitched whine.

`Oh, so now it's Ginny, huh? It's not Weasel or Muggle Lover anymore?' Tracy sneered
at Draco, speaking in a very annoying manner.

He turned to her. `What's wrong, Tracy, you think she's going to steal the place
you'll never have?' he said maliciously. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, but
stayed silent. `Good, so I was saying she told me it was around here, although she wouldn't say
the exact place. We'll meet them, don't worry.'

Everyone stayed silent after this. Although they all really wanted to face the DA in a duel,
they couldn't help but think that Harry Potter was their teacher— *the* Harry Potter. But
no one dared say anything to Draco.

They kept walking, and soon after, a rumble of voices was heard from around the corner. Draco
made a sign for them all to stop there. He smiled at himself and walked around the corner.

`Oy! Potter! Going back after a moonlight stroll with your little friends?'

* * *

There was only one battalion left, The Lethifold had suffocated most of the third battalion and
all they'd had to do had been scare the rest while keeping an eye on the last battalion. But
the creatures were wounded and tired, and the two warlocks were the only ones left. They had cast
an invisibility spell on themselves, leaving the enemies astounded. Only a few had had the idea of
throwing `showing spells' to find the attackers, but none of them hit either men.

Salazar looked at where he sensed Godric, worried, and spoke in his fellow Warlock's
head.

*`They're all right but it's only us now and I don't think the creatures are going
to last much...'*

*`I know, I know. And the Invisibility enchantments won't last much longer, either. We
must decide what to do now'* Godric responded seriously in Salazar's head.

*`It's only one army and—bloody hell!'* One of the Showing Charms had hit a
hippogriff and not one second later, it was lying dead in the ground. *`Any idea is welcome,
Godric!'* he urged.

*`Yes, but we have never been two down, Salazar!'* Gryffindor's Abraxan started to
shift, telling his master that they didn't have much time of the enchantment left. *`You
start shooting them with your arc and I guess I'll try and throw as many mass hexes as I
can.'* Godric's voice resounded in Salazar's head.

A few seconds later, and before Slytherin could argue back, they were visible and a shower of
flashes were soaring towards them. They started ducking them and using Protecting charms.

Salazar barely had time to point and shoot as he avoided the spells. The Abraxan was flying
faster than ever; up and down, left and right, in order to protect his master. Godric's sword
moved rapidly all over, cutting arms, heads and whatever got in its way.

`Apericio Campo Forcip!' Salazar yelled and a small force field covered him and Godric for a
split second; enough for them both to communicate and decide what to do next. Salazar nodded,
panting slightly.

When they were about to combine their powers, at least fifty jets of light shot towards them and
it would be impossible for either to react on time. They were going to get hit and most certainly
killed, but there wasn't enough time to even apparate, the new technique the four friends had
been developing for over a year.

* * *

Finally, they had all managed to beat the labyrinth curse. Even Parvati had been successful, and
most of them had been able to use it on someone else, though only Neville could put it on more than
one person.

Harry was soaring with joy for his students; in only three weeks they had been actually doing
it! This was amazing! But knowing the right spells and hexes wouldn't be enough, obviously. It
was *way* more complicated than just learning them, and Harry knew it. And the most
frustrating thing was that he couldn't give them more than the spells and hexes; it was within
each of them to know what to do.

Hermione was walking on his right, holding his hand timidly, and Ron on his left, at the back of
the group. Neville and Ginny were walking together but you could see an ever-widening space between
them. Neville had stopped asking Ginny about Malfoy, realising it was pointless, but he was
worried—not to mention very jealous.

They all walked, chatting animatedly and unworried after Harry had checked the Marauders Map for
any intruders. Lavender and Parvati were praising each other on how well each had done with the
spell; Hannah and Terry were deep in conversation about variations of the curse, while Cho Chang
and Oliver Wood -who had come to the meeting after a long time- were hitting it off completely.
Harry just stared at them, not saying a word. After fifth year, the whole Cho business had been but
a memory of a naive and very faraway time. Back then, he thought he had had it, but now—now all
those things seemed like a very pleasant époque of the past.

Just then, he heard something on his left side and his hand went instinctively to his wand. His
pupils widened as to see in the dark, and he tensed all over. Ron stopped when he felt his
friend's reaction.

`What's wrong, Harry?' he asked, serious.

Harry looked at his best friend for a split second. `I heard something,' he just said and
turned to the rest of the DA. `I'll be right back,' he said, noticing how Ron and Hermione,
had gone tense also.

Ron stared after Harry - how he could always hear things that were a mile away, he would never
know. Then, a voice was heard and he frowned immediately, pulling out his wand seconds before the
rest of them.

`Oy! Potter! Going back after a moonlight stroll with your little friends?'

That obnoxious voice was unmistakable. The superior and mocking tone could only belong to one
person: Draco Malfoy.

Harry was a few meters from his friends when he heard the voice. He turned and all of them had
their wands out; he gestured for them to put them back, which they did very reluctantly.

`What do you want, Malfoy? Seventy more points taken from your house?' Harry asked
defiantly.

Draco smirked and took a few more steps forward. `You're going to hide behind your lovely
Head Boy's badge, are you?' he asked in a baby-ish voice that somehow sounded like an
invitation for a duel.

Harry looked at Hermione, who looked as if torn between the urge to kick Malfoy's arse and
her duty as Head Girl. He turned back to Malfoy.

`What, now you have to ask your mudblood girlfriend before you accept a duel?' Draco asked
satisfied; knowing fully well how Harry would react to this. They had been enemies so long, they
probably knew each other's reactions as well as their own.

`I told you not to call her that! And I don't even think you're a match for me in a
duel,' Harry snapped, rising to his full height, which was quite some considering he was always
hunching over. But he wasn't tall in the same way that Ron was; his tallness came form an air
of security and power he sent away without even knowing it. He walked towards Malfoy, who was the
least bit taller than him.

`Well, if you hadn't spoken Parsel back then, I would've definitely beaten you,
remember?' he pointed out; and if they weren't almost the same height, you could even have
said he was looking down at Harry.

Harry took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. `Shut up, Malfoy!'

Draco laughed. `And that, my fellows, is what one could understand as an “I know you're
right and that's why I'm shutting you up”' he said, turning to the group, who were all
feeling Harry's anger rise.

Harry rose his wand `Acritunia!' he roared and Malfoy flew across the corridor, hitting the
wall. All the Slytherins gasped, Tracy started to run to him but Hermione was already pointing her
wand at her, so she didn't move. Draco stood up slowly, wincing.

`That wasn't a very fair move, now, was it?' he said. Somehow, he had managed to gather
enough air to speak in his usual voice. `And they say the Gryffindors play fair...' he finished
and pulled himself to his duelling position.

All the DA members had now come to where Ron and Hermione were standing and were starting to
move towards Harry, who was probably throwing sparks from his body out of anger.

`Harry, don't!' Hermione cried. She knew Draco was a good dueller; mostly because she
was aware of Lucius' abilities and didn't doubt he had taught his son.

Harry didn't listen to her and kept his brilliant green eyes fixed on Draco's cold grey
ones. `Conditions are according to the opponents, third rule of duelling. I would've thought
you knew them,' he said.

`Bombarda!' Draco yelled and Harry almost avoided the spell but it hit him sideways, leaving
a very nasty wound on his left arm. It hit the wall, leaving a big hole in it.

Hermione shrieked and ran to Harry, who was looking down, holding his wounded arm tightly.

`A duel, now...' she said, looking up after half-healing Harry's arm, determined.

* * *

Inches from them, all the jets of light stopped and vanished just in front of the two men.
Godric looked up when everything around him quieted. He saw one last jet of light disappear before
his eyes. He reached his friend mentally.

*`Salazar? Are you all right? What was that?'*

*`Did you see what I just saw?'*

*`We didn't have time to combine,'* Godric assured his friend.

At that moment, a cloaked figure, in silver and maroon battle armour came into sight. In the
horizon, he was riding the only and legendary Horned Pegasus. Silvery-white, with the dying sun
reflecting its beautiful fur; the horse flew elegantly through the air. The man riding it was well
built and the darkening orange light outlined his imposing form.

Salazar looked up, astonished, and Godric's gaze followed his friend's. He had heard
Rowena talk about the legendary Protector but never really believed her. But he was right in front
of him, flying to save them.

`*The Legendary Protector only comes to save warlocks who are about to die before their time;
before fulfilling their destiny.'* Rowena's voice echoed in Godric's head.

The Protector was there, he had been summoned by the battle and the warlocks that weren't
suppose to die yet.

He steadied himself in front of the two young men, the Horned Pegasus' white wings flapping
in harmony. The Protector was holding a halberd; it was long, with a silver head and elaborated
signs all around its thin surface. On each side of the white blade, it had two gems; a lot like the
ones Rowena and Helga used. He gave a sideways look at the two young men and winked. He had
outstandingly bright hazel eyes and a blond strand fell across his right eye, half covering it.

Soon, the surprised wizards started attacking and the Protector moved his halberd, forming a
twister that blew away most of the attackers. The rest screamed and returned back to wherever they
came from.

The invisible force field in front of Slytherin and Gryffindor disappeared; they both flew to
where the Protector was. He pulled back his cloak, revealing a younger man, beautiful in every way
you looked at him; it was almost inhuman. He smiled gently at the two, but his eyes were somehow
sad. He bowed lightly as he vanished in the thin air.

The two men tried unsuccessfully to reach out for him but he was gone. They looked at each other
and then to the now empty spot in front of them. No words were necessary; they just flew back to
the hill, where Rowena and Helga were waiting.

* * *

The Junior Death Eaters and the Defence Association faced each other and a duel took place;
probably the greatest duel in a very long time. Shot of lights flew from one side to the other,
bodies falling and standing up again. None of them would give up and let the other one win.

Draco and Harry were face-to-face, both robes stained with blood that none knew if it was theirs
or their opponent's. Harry was very fast, but so was Draco; both of them could duck and avoid
the other's spells and hexes, and when they got hit, it wasn't pleasant at all. One had the
facility of a natural born and the other had the care and calculation learned in a lifetime. But
even so, they were very close in power level.

Both of them shot stunning spells at the other and they met in the air. A huge red circle of
light was created from this collision and after a few seconds, the jets of light continued their
way and hit both boys. At the beginning, nothing happened and they stared at each other. Harry was
the first one to react and he threw a very strong Disarming spell at Draco; it hit him and the two
boys flew backwards, reaching opposing ends of the walls and falling to the ground,
unconscious.

Everyone stopped their duelling to stare at the amazing display of power presented by both boys.
When Harry attacked Draco and flew back too, Hermione and Ginny gasped soundly; Ginny looked at
Draco for a moment and then ran to Harry, following Hermione. Ron and Neville caught up quickly.
The rest were too surprised to do anything and just stood where they were.

The Slytherins gasped too and the first one to run towards Draco was Tracy, closely followed by
Malcolm. She took Draco's head, where a thin trickle of dark blood could be seen.

`Get out of here!' Hermione yelled at the Slytherins as she held Harry's head and
shoulders on her lap. `Harry! Harry, can you hear me?' she asked.

The Slytherins didn't say a word. Tracy and Malcolm used a Locomotor spell to carry Draco
and take him to the Common Room, for they couldn't take him to the Hospital Wing; they would
definitely get in trouble if they did.

Ginny took Harry's hand and stared at the boy; looking so peaceful and helpless on the
ground. There was something missing and Ginny looked around; there they were… a few feet away lay
Harry's broken glasses. She took them, `Oculus Reparo,' she muttered and the round
spectacles were once again as good as new.

Ron and Neville came forward and lifted Harry, taking him to the Common Room, where they
performed the healing charms before leaving him in the Head Boy's Chamber. Hermione decided to
stay there for the night to keep an eye on Harry.

* * *

When they got back to the castle, Godric and Salazar told the girls about the Protector
appearing and saving them. They looked in every book they had for the legendary Protector and found
out he only came when he was needed and vanished as soon as his mission was complete until he was
summoned again.

`You saw that look too, Salazar.'

`Well, I can understand it now. I mean, how would you feel if your only goal in life was to save
people's life and—`

`Warlocks' lives,' Rowena pointed out.

`He doesn't even get a thank you. Hell! He can't even be a complete being!' Salazar
said fiercely.

`I know. I can't help but feel awful for him, he looked so sad, though satisfied at the same
time...'

`That's not what matters now, ok? The important thing is that we saved Hogwarts and we are
all alive...' A kind, woman's voice spoke; her blond strands of hair were hanging loose to
her shoulders, making her look very beautiful.

She looked at Salazar with a special glint in her eyes which Rowena recognised; she looked at
Salazar and then back at Helga; sighed and looked away. *He will never see it...* she thought
heavily. Rowena knew Salazar was still in love with her, and that he would never notice how Helga
looked at him.

They all turned around and Salazar stared at her for a few seconds. Then he turned back to
Godric and Rowena, who were holding each other in a friendly but full of love way.

`She's right, let's just leave it there, shall we?' he offered and no one objected.
`Helga, can I talk to you for a second?' he asked. Helga flinched in surprise and smiled.

`Sure. What is it?' she responded and followed him.

They walked through the halls, occasionally interrupted by a student with a question and
stopping every once in a while to correct some other.

`Helga, how strong you think a warlock's body is?' he asked. `Hemingal! You know you
can't levitate such heavy objects, you can kill someone!' he snapped at a boy, apparently
fourteen or so years old, and waited for an answer.

Helga leaned her head to a side and looked into Salazar's peculiar eyes. They were dark grey
and had little black features mixed into them. Sometimes they changed colours according to his
mood. `What do you mean? You know your body is much stronger than mine or Rowena's...'

`Yes, but how much you reckon it could stand?'

`Power?' she asked. `I really wouldn't know since I'm not one, but you're really
powerful. Every time I do an especially strong spell, I get real tired; a thing that doesn't
happen to you. So all I can say is *a lot*,' she assured her friend with a little sadness
in her voice.

`And what if me or Godric, when we're combined as to say, had a special powerful moment… or
if an outside extra power came to us?'

`Well, if it were such an incredible power, I reckon it would probably knock you out, or tear
you up... Power can be dangerous Salazar, don't mess with it,' Helga said in a very serious
tone, much unlike her usual.

`I'm not—I won't, all right? But I just want to know if there's a way by which a
warlock could stand greater power...' he said a little vaguely.

Helga sighed and smiled slightly. `Well, the only way would be to strengthen your body. And
since you're a warlock that is pretty difficult because your body is already stronger than
normal. So that would only leave you the option of joining with another being; a Symbio... But
Salazar, that is really risky; Symbios can take over a person's mind and—please promise me you
won't do something like that,' she begged, somehow regretting what she had just said.

Salazar bit his lip. `Yes, Helga, don't worry. I won't do anything stupid, but thanks
very much,' he said and leaned to give her a kiss on the cheek. Helga just stood there, and
after Salazar had left, she took her hand to her cheek and sighed.

* * *

A/N: So much information for one chapter! So all the basics are set (Basics I said eh?) Next
chapter is going to be darker and I promise it'll be much more intense.

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