My Eternal Curse

sanc·ti·mo·ni·ous (sngkt-mn-s)
adj.

Feigning piety or righteousness: "a solemn, unsmiling, sanctimonious old iceberg that looked like he was waiting for a vacancy in the Trinity" (Mark Twain).

Latin Note: vires: force, power, strength, might

Chapter Twenty Three

Splendid Isolation: Day Three

Zach reached the edge of Hogsmeade on foot, heading for Hogwarts at a leisurely pace. Once the rest of his investigation was finished he would see Albus, and bring him to task for not properly caring for one so delicate. In Zach's experience, the most powerful ones were often the most cursed and, in some cases, the ones that needed protection most. Somehow Albus had forgotten this old lesson, and Zach would need to remind him that he was the exception to their rules.

Zach saw the Shrieking Shack in the distance, and instantly felt drawn to it. Unable to resist, he walked up to the old, boarded up doors of the Shack and placed his hands on them. He heard echoes of screams and howls, but knew that the sounds coming from this place had nothing to do with ghosts. He delved further, trying to understand, and got the feeling this had something to do with his investigation. He let his hands drop to his sides and closed his eyes, concentrating on finding the source of what he felt, and Apparated.

Zach reappeared in a dusty, disordered bedroom filled with broken furniture, and was immediately overwhelmed with a powerful vision of the past.

The Potter boy and a young witch, with bushy, brown hair stood over a red-haired boy who sat on a large four-poster bed, clutching a badly broken leg. Zach recognized the other two from the vision he'd seen in Hogsmeade, and watched the scene play out before him. Zach watched intently as Lupin's secret was revealed, and heard what had really happened the night of Potter parent's death. Zach felt surprised that so much had occurred, right under Albus' nose. How much did Albus really know about what happened at Hogwarts? As they chained up the real servant of Voldemort so they could bring him back to Hogwarts, the vision ended.

Something had gone wrong that night and Wormtail had gotten away, but what? Zach remembered what Snape had said about the Wolfsbane potion, and realized that it had been the night of the full moon. No wonder Pettigrew got away and Black was still a criminal, Lupin must have transformed at precisely the wrong moment...

Zach decided to find the tunnel entrance they were talking about, and began his search. From the looks of it, his investigation of the players just got a lot more interesting.

*~*~*

Remus sat in his office grading papers over a light breakfast. He heard a knock on the door and answered it. To his surprise, it was Severus. He invited him in, and closed the door behind him.

"What is it you want to see me about, Severus?" Remus asked.

"I need to leave Hogwarts for several hours, to speak with Miss Weasley's parents," Severus answered. "I don't know what Albus told them, but I'm sure that he didn't tell them what was really going on, or they probably would have tried to visit her by now. The girl's parents deserve to know the truth. I don't want to leave the burden of safeguarding her solely on the children's shoulders... Can you watch over Miss Weasley and the others for me, until I return?"

"Of course, I would be honored to safeguard your apprentice for you," Remus answered, surprised that Severus would entrust him with this.

"Good," said Severus. "I'll be leaving within the next half-hour. I'll tell Potter to expect you... Thank you."

"Your welcome," Remus replied. "And good luck."

Severus left.

"You'll need it..."

*~*~*

Severus held a large, incredibly ancient tome, as he left his office bound for Miss Weasley's chamber. He had mentally debated with himself for the last two days, struggling to decide whether or not he should show Potter the tome. It had been in his family for generations, and held the most extensive source of information he'd seen on the necklaces. He wasn't sure how far he could trust the boy, but if both Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley were the rightful holders, and if what Mr. Weasley's letter said was true, then their time might be short... He entered Miss Weasley's chamber and saw Potter sitting with Miss Weasley, alone. The girl was still in a heavy slumber, with Ix Chel sleeping by her side.

"Where are Granger and Levine?" he inquired softly.

"I haven't seen them all morning," Potter replied. "They should return some time later."

"I'm going to be away for the next several hours," Severus informed the boy. "Professor Lupin will arrive sometime in the next half-hour to help you watch over Miss Weasley. Read this, and we'll speak again when you're finished."

He handed Potter the book.

"What is it?" the boy asked.

"It's a book, or are you blind, Potter?" Severus sneered irritably. "You'd think being friends with the know-it-all, Granger, you'd recognize a book when you saw one..."

"I know what a book is," Potter replied. "But, why are you giving it to me?"

"It contains some information on Umbra, you might find it enlightening," Severus explained. "Read it, and whatever you do, don't let the others see it, especially Granger. Trust me, the less she knows about this, the safer she will be."

Without waiting for a response, Severus turned and left.

*~*~*

Severus left Hogwarts for the first time since this nightmare with Miss Weasley had begun, and stopped dead in his tracks just outside the doors, gaping at the amazing sight before him. He allowed himself the luxury of opening his senses for a few moments, to take it all in. The entire view before him was positively teeming with life and vitality in ways that he had never dreamed of before. The grasses were greener and sung to him of their health and community. He could feel the resilience and awareness from the trees in the distance, as many of them resigned themselves to a long winter in peaceful slumber, while others spoke of preparing themselves to face winter head-on. The beautiful blue sky was somehow richer than he could ever remember, and the clouds sailed peacefully across the sky above him, telling him of the places they had seen and what it felt like to ride the winds. A lone bird flew by and Severus could sense the power and freedom it felt, soaring through the air without restrictions or fear. He could smell subtle scents coming from the trees, grasses, and lingering flowers nearby. Natural sounds that he had never noticed before became almost clear to him for a moment.

"Professor?" a small voice asked, startling him. Severus turned and saw a Hufflepuff first year standing next to him. How did the child creep up to him unnoticed? "You've been standing here for twenty minutes... Are you all right, sir? Do you need me to get someone for you?"

He peered at the boy and knew that the child was genuinely concerned for his well being.

"No... I'm fine," Severus replied in an otherworldly tone. "Thank you... for your concern."

"Your welcome," the boy said politely, surprised that he hadn't snapped at him for asking, and left. Severus took a few moments to regain control. The perception he had been absorbed in faded into the background, until it seemed almost normal. He now understood how Miss Weasley could just sit there and stare at objects all day. If this were any indication, then he would have to go with her when she attempts to go outside, or she could become completely overwhelmed. He walked to the front gates of Hogwarts, and Apparated.

Severus reappeared at the Apparition point in Diagon Alley and withdrew slightly when he saw the crowd. He remembered how uncomfortable he had felt when he entered the Great Hall, and decided he didn't want to risk being too close to so many at once, without better precautions. He put up a powerful repellent charm around himself and entered Gringotts. He strode up to the clerk's desk and caught the Goblin's attention.

"I would like to make a withdrawal," Severus said. "Also, I want to set up a separate account for my apprentice. I have all the appropriate paperwork signed and ready for approval." He pulled a large envelope out of his robes and handed it to the Goblin. "Finally, I would like to set up transfers from my account to hers on a weekly basis, starting today. You will find the appropriate amounts included in the paperwork."

The Goblin looked over the form to confirm they were complete, before returning his attention back to him.

"Everything seems to be in order..." the Goblin told him. "Follow my assistant, he'll take you to your vault while I process these forms."

He followed the Goblin's assistant into the deeper recesses of the bank.

*~*~*

Harry sat in Ginny's room, trying to decipher the strange tome in silence. The entire book talked about the Necklace of Umbra, along with three others, which were part of a set called The Necklaces of Initium. They were supposed to be bound by some sort of ancient prophecy. He flipped through the book, looking for something that could explain the cryptic nonsense he was reading, and found a large number of papers tucked into the back of the volume. Examining them, he discovered that the papers contained rough translations that would make going through the book much easier. Halfway through his examination Harry found some notes written in Snape's handwriting that explained what the necklaces did.

...The Necklaces of Initium definitely used to be a single crystal, although there is no way to know why it was originally created. According to the old legends, the true power of the necklaces can only be unlocked by using 'The Four' in concert. Unfortunately, at least two of the four necklaces have been lost, and may no longer exist, so we may never know what the original crystal was really meant for. The prophecy itself makes a vague reference to what's supposed to occur when the powers of the necklaces are combined. (Pgs. 642 - 649) Thus far, I have been unsuccessful in deciphering the odd, cryptic words of the prophecy. I fear if it does come to pass, there will be no way of knowing what will happen until it's too late.

'The Necklace of Conscius' gives the bearer the ability to eavesdrop over great distances, no matter what kinds of silencing and other charms try to stop it. Also, the necklace has the power to create storms and control the weather over a two-mile radius.

'The Necklace of Novo' is said to have the power to create earthquakes, and can sap the strength of anything that draws its power from the earth. As well as heal most kinds of wounds, but not the wounds of the wielder themselves.

'The Necklace of Umbra' is supposed to allow the user to see into the hearts and minds of others, and gives them the power to control and summon water, as well as influence water creatures.

'The Necklace of Tutela' whose holder is sometimes referred to as 'The Guardian,' is said to bind 'The Four' together. The bearer can call forth a magical shield made out of flames, and can create magical flames which no one but the user can extinguish.

Harry turned to the page Snape's notes mentioned, and continued to read.

The Prophecy of Initium

The bearers will work in concert reinventing the world,

when truth comes to light,

and Despite creates a divide not one heart will withstand.

The First will come out of pain and strife,

and hold the world on the edge of a knife.

Absconder will take that which is another's,

and leave nothing untouched by scorn.

Unable to mourn the unknown truth,

intrinsic for others.

The Second will be forged of extremes,

creating one of all and none.

A Master of multiple mysteries,

whose wisdom will bring forth hope for the past,

and give sanctuary to fates' outcasts.

The Third shall be made in love and devotion,

but tragedy and suffering will cover the journey.

Perception will be drawn to scorn by the ties that bind,

and discover where the hearts of others lie,

by nature's decree to embattle Despite.

The Fourth will be cultivated from love,

entwined with discord.

Through trust and rejection will find their way at last,

as twilight comes to pass.

The Guardian will only be armed with pure intent.

Thus being the one to decide,

the shape of the most glorious of days,

or of the darkest of nights.

The Fifth shall return to themselves through the path,

of innocence and love's pure light.

Their decision will shape The Fourth's eternal curse,

tipping the balance for love or Despite.

Only together,

what was once lost will return,

and the world be made anew,

or the old one burned.

Harry stared at the prophecy, wondering what it meant. One of the other necklaces sounded familiar to him. Where had he seen something like that before? Ginny stirred slightly and rolled over. He noticed her necklace and put the pieces together in his mind. Of course, she had used it to protect him on Halloween! If both of them could use theirs... did that mean the prophecy was about to happen?

Harry read the description of what the necklaces could do again. If these things could do half of what Snape's notes said, then they were in serious trouble... Why would Snape be so interested in them? Maybe he was after the same thing Voldemort was, but then, why did Harry get the feeling that Dumbledore didn't know? He would have to find out the truth from Snape, and soon.

*~*~*

Severus walked through Diagon Alley, wary of every person he passed. The repellent charm was proving to be a lifesaver for him. His sense of control was hard enough to maintain, without falling prey to the intents and petty concerns of every wizard or witch he had the misfortune to come into contact with. He entered Ollivander's and dispelled the repellent charm, relieved to be away from the crowd. Ollivander came out from the back of the shop and greeted him.

"Severus Snape, Maple and Dragon heartstring, eleven and a half inches," Ollivander said, shaking his hand. "What brings you to my shop today?"

"I've been having problems with my wand," Severus replied quietly. "But before we worry about that... I have something you might find interesting."

He pulled a large scroll out of his robes and handed it to Ollivander.

"What does..." Ollivander trailed off as he opened it and started reading. Ollivander's eyes widened and he shot Severus a questioning glance before returning his eyes to the parchment before him. "The parchment is new, but the knowledge has been lost for a millennia... This would further my research in wand theorem by decades, maybe more... Where did you get this?"

"I obtained it from... a very reliable source, which would prefer to remain anonymous," he explained. "Keep it..."

"Are you sure you want to part with this?" asked Ollivander, finally tearing his eyes away from the scroll to peer at Severus again.

"Positive," he replied softly. "Now, about my wand... I don't have all day to try out every wand in the store. I already know why I'm having difficulties with it... Bring the last three boxes you showed Miss Weasley last week."

"Of course," Ollivander said, after a moment's hesitation. Ollivander took the scroll and disappeared into the back of the shop. Severus made a mental note to thank Ix Chel for her help with the scroll later, as Ollivander returned with two small boxes, and a larger one. Ollivander placed the three boxes on the counter and handed Severus the one meant for an extremely Dark wizard.

He knew instantly that the wand instinctively distrusted him, but would follow him, if necessary. He waved it and bright red sparks shot out of the wand, filling Ollivander's with radiant light. After a few seconds, the lights vanished. Ollivander raised an eyebrow, and, to Ollivanders' obvious bewilderment, Severus returned it to its box, before trying the one meant for an extremely Light wizard. He got precisely the same reaction. He put down the second one, and hesitated before continuing. His suspicions about his new equilibrium had been right, so far. Now, for the final test...

Severus carefully opened the third box containing several wands. He stared at them for a moment, trying to decide. One wand in particular caught his eye, silently beckoning to him. Unable to resist the strange call, he picked it up and felt complete and utter acceptance, unlike anything he had felt from other wands before.

"Ah, Maple, with Phoenix feather, and Dragon heartstring, twelve inches," Ollivander commented. "A most strange mix of magics..."

Severus waved it. Brilliant, electric blue, sparks shot out of the wand, filling Ollivander's with sparkling lights. After several seconds, the lights vanished. Neither moved nor spoke for a long minute. Severus thought back to what he felt when he handled his apprentice's wand yesterday, and mentally compared the two. Suddenly he understood: the double-core wands blended both Light and Dark, optimizing them for Gray. That explained many things. No wonder joined ones could still use it...

"I'll take it," Severus whispered. "How much?"

"Seven Galleons," Ollivander answered. Severus paid for his new wand and hid it in his robes. "Anything else?"

"No," Severus replied. "If I find anything else of interest, I'll be sure to pass it along. Also, if you are in need of any unusual core elements, tell me and I should be able to obtain them for you... I trust I have earned your discretion on this."

"Of course, of course..." Ollivander muttered in agreement, still deep in thought. Severus bid him farewell and left; positive he accomplished everything he set out to do in Diagon Alley.

*~*~*

Zach left the tunnel from the Shrieking Shack. He stood up and was hit by another vision, witnessing the incident at the Whomping Willow, where Snape was almost attacked by Lupin in his Werewolf form. When it was over, the Whomping Willow became active again. The Willow tried to crush him with its enormous branches, but Zach managed to roll out of the way in time. He walked away from the Willow, and sat on the grass to catch his breath. Before he could get his bearings, another vision surfaced.

Zach sat on a similar patch of grass, across from sixteen-year-old versions of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Black stared angrily at Peter, who cowered from his friend's hostile demeanor.

"I-I can't d-do it," Peter stammered. "There mu-must b-be another way! Snape doesn't deserve-"

"How many times do I have to explain it to you?" Black demanded. "We need to protect Remus, at all costs! I won't let a bastard like Snape destroy Remus' future! Don't worry, the prank will just scare Snape off, nothing more..."

"I-I'm not stupid Si-Sirius!" Peter exclaimed. "You do-don't want to sc-scare him, you want to kill him! You lead him o-out there a-and-"

"We are leading him out there," Black said. "I've got the perfect plan, trust me."

"But the others-"

"Never need to know," Black reassured him. "Don't worry, Peter. Very soon, Snape will be out of our lives... forever. I need you! Remus needs you! Help me to protect him, to protect all of us."

Zach saw the murderous gleam in Black's eyes when he spoke about Snape, and any doubts he had about it being attempted murder disintegrated. This one had a quite a dark side to him, one he used whenever something he cared for was at risk...

"Alright," Peter agreed in a small voice, refusing to look Sirius in the eye.

"Cheer up, Wormtail," said Black. "As soon as Snape is out of the way, it'll be like none of this ever happened. You'll see..."

"I very much doubt it," Peter whispered mournfully.

The vision ended and Zach sighed sadly. He was finally beginning to understand Snape for the first time.

*~*~*

Ginny mentally groaned as Alexis set up the chessboard for another round. After seven games Ginny was sick of it, and even Tom didn't want to play anymore.

"I don't want to play another game, Alexis," she protested.

"Alright," Alexis replied. "Then talk to me. Where do you go when you mentally retreat? What do you see?"

"Many things," Ginny said, trying to put it all into words. "Things that were right under our noses from the start... I don't know how to describe it. It's as if I'm seeing the world as it truly is, for the first time in my life. As if for the first time, I'm seeing people for what they are..."

"I know that you probably don't want to talk about it, but..." Alexis started hesitantly. "What happened the night of the storm? What drove you over the edge like that?"

"My brother," Ginny sighed. "The Gryffindors... It's a long story."

"I'm here for you, for as long as you need me," Alexis assured her. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me."

"No, I do," said Ginny, feeling absolutely certain. "You, Harry, Hermione, and Mark should hear this. You all should know what really happened that night... I'll tell the others too, later, when I see them. It all started when I decided I needed to see Ron, alone..."

Slowly but surely, Ginny and Tom both relayed the whole tale, each continuing for the other, when recounting it became too much to bear. They left nothing out, except the parts about Gray magic. As they finished their tale, the pain, everything they had gone through, suddenly overwhelmed them. It was as if telling Alexis made it more real somehow, made it true. They had lost their place in Gryffindor; their home for the last five years, everything they had built there had been destroyed in one instant. The Gryffindors had disowned them, hated them for being different, and nothing would ever be the same again.

Alexis sat on the bed next to Ginny and hugged her as she cried, finally letting it all out. Tom didn't realize how attached he'd become, how attached they were to Gryffindor, and to that stupid little tower, until now. He couldn't understand how losing that could hurt so much, why it hurt him almost as much as it hurt her. Has he been growing soft for that long, long enough to grow weepy and sentimental over a dumb tower? But he knew it was more than just the tower, more than just the childish fools they spent their time with day in and day out. It was because he was starting to see that place as home, for them - for him. In a creepy way, for just a moment, he even saw those fools as family, something he never had outside of Slytherin.

To have that, even if for only a moment, then to have it savagely and cruelly snatched away, was horrible beyond words. Merlin, was this what he was doing to his little princess from the start? Was this what Ginny was talking about, when she told him that she didn't want to live, if she could never go home again? They might as well have killed them... It would have been far kinder than what they were doing now, by disowning them.

Ginny felt Tom's pain and tried to quietly reassure him that they still had each other, and that would never change. Ix Chel slithered onto her lap, reassuring them with her presence. Time passed and her tears slowly began to taper off, and to their surprise they began to feel better, as if a weight had been lifted. Alexis held her for a long time in silence. Finally, Ginny decided to speak.

"Are you sure you still want to be my friend?" she asked tonelessly. "Being friends with me can be... dangerous."

"Are you kidding?" Alexis asked letting go of her, and studying her face. "You think I would leave, just because you're dangerous? I'm a Slytherin! Having dangerous friends is part of being what we are! You should know better than to think that I would walk out on one of my friends, just because of a little loss of control. What do you take me for, a Gryffindor?"

Ginny saw Alexis realize how that must have sounded, instantly regretting it.

"I'm sorry, Gin," Alexis said. "I didn't mean-"

"It's alright, Alexis," she replied. "I know you didn't mean it like that... I don't know what I'm going to do now, or where I'll end up. With Dumbledore against us-"

"Against you, how?" Alexis asked.

"Yesterday, when Dumbledore came into my room, he attacked me, magically," Ginny explained. "I don't how and I don't know why, but he did. That's why master Snape tried to kill him. If he hadn't stopped him when he did..."

"Professor Dumbledore magically attacked you!" Alexis repeated, putting the pieces together. "That would explain Professor Snape's orders."

"Orders?" she asked.

"While you were unconscious, he ordered us to shoot the Headmaster on sight if he tries to come near you again," Alexis answered.

"I've got to hand it to Snape," Tom said. "When he sets his mind to something, he lets nothing stand in his way. It looks like I might have been wrong... Maybe he is a useful ally, after all."

"Would Dumbledore's actions have anything to do with the strange magic you unleashed the night of the storm?" Alexis asked.

"Strange?" Ginny asked in return, thinking about what master Snape had told her about the others' reactions to it. "It didn't feel corruptive or painful to you?"

"No," Alexis answered. "If anything, it felt like old magic."

She observed Alexis as if for the first time, trying to understand Alexis' reaction to Gray magic. She shut everything out for a moment, delving beyond the layers of intent that radiated from her. Ginny gasped when saw a spark of electric blue energy pulsating in perfect rhythm with Alexis' heartbeat. She's Gray! How is that possible?

"I think she's trying to catch your attention, princess," Tom said, gently shaking Ginny out of her reverie.

"...Ginny?" Alexis asked. "Are you alright?"

"You're Gray!" she exclaimed. "How? Why didn't I see it sooner?"

Without warning Ginny and Tom felt Dumbledore's presence nearby, and shuddered.

"What is it?" Alexis asked.

"He's here..." she whispered fearfully. "Dumbledore's coming."

Alexis visibly tensed, as she pulled out her own wand, and handed Ginny hers.

"If Dumbledore gets by us, don't hesitate," Alexis said tensely, before heading for the door. "It's what your master would want you to do."

Alexis left to stop Dumbledore.

*~*~*

Alexis stepped out of Ginny's room just in time to see Dumbledore heading their way. Professor Lupin sat in a comfortable chair just outside the door. Professor Lupin saw Dumbledore and stood. She cleared her mind and kept her wand trained on Dumbledore, ready to strike. She wouldn't let him hurt Ginny again, and Merlin help him if he tries! Dumbledore got within six feet of them and stopped when he saw her wand.

"That's far enough, Professor," Alexis said.

"What is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore asked.

"Professor Snape has insisted on some... unconventional precautions for his apprentice," Professor Lupin explained calmly, as if students threatened to shoot the Headmaster every day. "I'm afraid, you will have to leave the Dungeons. Or I will escort you out, if you prefer."

Dumbledore visibly tensed, and she readied the perfect spell to stop him if he moved even a muscle out of turn.

"Please leave, sir," Alexis continued. "I don't want to do it, but I will if I have to."

"You can both relax, I'm not here to harm Virginia," Dumbledore replied. "I just wish to see her, and make sure she's al-"

"Just like you did yesterday, when you magically assaulted her," she accused in deadly whisper, barely keeping her tone in check.

"Put down your weapon, Miss Levine, that's an order," Dumbledore commanded, in a tone that brooked no argument. She glared at him, tightening her grip on the wand.

"Sorry sir, but I can't do that," Alexis replied evenly. "Professor Snape gave me a job to do... to protect my friend. I've failed Ginny twice. I won't do that again! Now, please, save us both the trouble of dueling, and back away."

"Albus..." Professor Lupin said warily. "There is nothing more you can do here. I suggest you leave, now."

"Very well," Dumbledore said, backing away slowly. Without warning he went for his wand perhaps just intending to disarm her, but she was faster. She shouted the last incantation she knew he would expect, and transfigured the Headmaster into a cute, little, floppy-eared, white rabbit, with half-moon markings on his face, shaped like Dumbledore's spectacles.

"I did try to warn you, Albus," Professor Lupin said, shaking his head.

"That worked better than I thought it would," Alexis murmured, stupefying the rabbit when it attempted to get away, and picking him up. She held Dumbledore, petting his soft and fluffy fur. "I've always loved bunnies..."

Professor Lupin laughed, startling her. She turned to face him, still petting the Headmaster's limp form.

"Can I take him back upstairs, sir?" she asked respectfully. "I know he won't be happy with me, but I think it's safer for Ginny if I take him back, right now."

"Alright," Lupin agreed, before heading into Ginny's room. "Make sure you change him back once you've left the Dungeons."

"Of course, Professor," Alexis replied. She left the Dungeons, carefully carrying the rabbit. She entered the entrance hall, wondering where she should leave him.

"You know, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried anything..." she said aloud to herself.

"Miss Levine, explain yourself!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang in her ears. Alexis jumped, nearly dropping Dumbledore. Alexis turned to face Professor McGonagall; sure that she was going to be punished for this. "What is that - who is that?"

"Professor Dumbledore tried to see Ginny again, Ma'am," she explained, trying to keep her cool. "Professor Snape ordered us to hex him on sight if he came anywhere near her. I'm sorry, but I had no choice!"

She bowed her head, waiting for the Deputy Headmistress to explode.

"That's Professor Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall asked, utterly incredulous.

"Yes, Ma'am," Alexis nodded. "He went for his wand and-"

"Using that spell wasn't difficult for you?" Professor McGonagall inquired in an almost thoughtful tone.

"Transfiguration has always come naturally to me," Alexis answered, shaking her head.

"Come with me, Miss Levine," Professor McGonagall replied gently. "There is much we need to discuss. We'll drop the Headmaster off at his office, on the way."

She looked up and saw Professor McGonagall smiling at her.

"I-I'm not in trouble?" Alexis stammered.

"No, Miss Levine," Professor McGonagall answered. "Though I think I'm going to need to discuss your orders with Professor Snape later."

Alexis slowly followed Professor McGonagall up the stairs, wondering what Professor McGonagall was going to do, if she wasn't planning to punish her.

"Have you ever considered going into Transfiguration when you leave school...?" Professor McGonagall inquired. As they left, neither of them noticed Draco Malfoy watching them from the shadows.

*~*~*

Remus entered Ginny's room without making a sound. She was staring at a wall, apparently not seeing him, with a strange and surprised look on her face.

"Professor Dumbledore's Animagus form is a rabbit?!?" Ginny muttered, disbelieving. "At least he's not a danger to anyone like that..."

He froze, studying the girl intently. How would Miss Weasley know that Miss Levine had fired at all, much less know that Levine had used a temporary Animagus spell on Albus? Somehow she must have sensed the change... Which means Sirius had better steer clear of this girl altogether, or risk completely blowing what little cover he has left. Remus closed the door behind him and Miss Weasley jumped, saw who it was, and relaxed slightly.

"Where's Alexis?" Ginny asked, worried. "Is she okay? Please tell me she's not going to get in trouble for protecting me!"

"Relax, Miss Weasley," he tried to reassure her. "Miss Levine's fine. She's just escorting the Headmaster back upstairs. Trust me, Miss Levine won't be punished for following her orders."

"I hope she returns soon..." Miss Weasley murmured, looking more aware than Remus had seen her in a while. Ix Chel was watching her closely. Suddenly Miss Weasley beamed at the snake, pleasantly surprised by something.

"What is it?" Remus asked.

"I heard her!" exclaimed Ginny. "My bond with Ix Chel is fully active again! I've missed your presence so much, Ix Chel..."

Her familiar hissed something and Miss Weasley laughed. Remus watched their curious exchange, pleased to see such a great improvement in the girl's state.

*~*~*

Minerva listened to the list of spells Miss Levine described casting during the last three days, as they dropped off the Headmaster then headed to her office. How this child could still raise her head, much less her wand, was beyond Minerva. Even after all of that, Miss Levine still managed to best a fully trained and seasoned wizard... Minerva watched the girl for signs of fatigue, but she still seemed as vital as ever. How long has this girl been using heavy magics?

They entered her office and Miss Levine took a seat. Minerva left the room, for a few minutes, and then returned with a tray of tea and cookies. Miss Levine, obviously confused, watched her Professor as she drank her tea in silence.

"If you do not plan to punish me, then why am I here, Ma'am?" Levine finally asked politely, still looking slightly nervous, despite herself.

"You are here... because Professor Snape and I suspect there is more to you then we thought," Minerva answered, standing and drawing her wand. "Please, do not be alarmed. This is just a test to estimate your current energy levels... Vires!"

Miss Levine flinched as a strong, light purple aura radiated from her for a long moment, then vanished. Minerva stared at her for a few moments, a little shocked by the results, before holstering her wand and returning to her seat. Severus wasn't exaggerating... If anything, his suspicions were an understatement of her talents.

"What is it, Professor?" Miss Levine asked. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"No, not at all," she answered. "In fact, you're in much better standing then I would have believed possible, at your level. How long have you been hiding your true potential, Miss Levine?"

"Since the beginning of my fourth year," the girl replied uncomfortably.

"You have a wonderful, powerful gift, a gift shared by so very few..." Minerva said. "Why did you hide it?"

"I am not a very imposing person," Miss Levine shrugged. "I'm used to people underestimating me, and my talents. I thought if I kept up the natural charade, I could use it to my advantage. Besides, my talents aren't that spectacular."

"That is where you are wrong," Minerva said. "In the process of hiding it from others, you've also underestimated yourself, greatly. You have a considerable potential, Miss Levine, one you've barely even scratched the surface of yet. You said working in Transfiguration is your dream... How far are you willing to go for it? If given the opportunity, would you devote yourself to realizing that potential? Would you be willing to continue working in such a cold and arduous art?"

"I don't see Transfiguration as arduous or cold!" the girl replied. "It's a lovely and exact art, as well as an amazing science. With Transfiguration one could reshape the world as we know it, to a degree, on one of the most powerful and dangerous levels. I've always loved Transfiguration. I could never see such beauty as something cold!"

"I see," Minerva said. How could she miss the girl's obvious passion and ability for so long? Did she just refuse to see Miss Levine's worth, because the child was Slytherin? Merlin! Severus was right about her... she was close-minded. Minerva silently vowed to find some way to make things right. She couldn't think of a better place to start, then with the Slytherin before her.

"I know you are still young, and may not wish to take on the burden of an adult job at your age. Would you be willing to become my apprentice, Miss Levine?" Minerva inquired.

Miss Levine gaped at her, too shocked to do anything but breathe. She watched the rare spectacle of a Slytherin being struck completely speechless, realizing that the offer must have been the last thing she expected. After a few long seconds, the Slytherin snapped out of it, but still looking completely surprised by the offer.

"You-you mean it?" Miss Levine stuttered, incredulous. "You want to make m-me your apprentice?"

"Yes," Minerva said. "Of course, you don't have to answer right away. You can take some time-"

"I'll do it," Miss Levine answered quickly. "I'll become your apprentice! I promise, I won't let you down, Prof-master."

"Keep in mind, I shall expect nothing less then total devotion," she reminded her.

"Of course, master," Miss Levine replied wholeheartedly. Abruptly her demeanor changed. "There is something you need to know... Ginny told me why she panicked when she first saw you. Ginny said that she couldn't read you, and she thought you were furious with her, because of what happened in Gryffindor Tower."

"So, she was afraid of me..." Minerva whispered, her worst fears confirmed. "Please tell Miss Weasley that I wasn't angry with her, and that I would never harm her. I just wanted to make sure she was all right. Tell her that I will stay away, for as long as she needs me to."

"I think she'll be able to see you soon," Alexis said. "Before was just too soon, to see you, that's all. Now that she's finally getting a chance to catch her breath, she'll realize that you weren't out to hurt her."

"I hope so, Miss Levine," Minerva said. "It appears you've been a very good friend to her. How did you come to know her?"

"She... saved my life," the girl answered hesitantly, looking oddly uncomfortable with the subject. "It's a long story, master. I would prefer not to discuss it right now."

"Of course, Miss Levine," Minerva acknowledged. "I understand. Now, let's go over the ground rules of your apprenticeship..."

*~*~*

"Alexis has been gone too long," Ginny thought, feeling worried. "You don't think something's happened to her?"

"Don't worry, princess," Tom reassured her. "She's a Slytherin. Alexis can take care of herself... Oh, here she comes now."

"How do you-?" Ginny started. Alexis entered the room, happier than she had ever seen her. She took the empty seat next to her. Tom watched the display, wondering what was going on.

"I have the most incredible news," Alexis exclaimed. "Prof-master McGonagall has made me her apprentice!"

"That's wonderful!" Ginny said, hugging her. "Was that why you were gone for so long?"

Alexis told them the whole story.

"I should have shot the Headmaster decades ago," Tom declared jokingly. "Attacking teachers is the perfect way to open up new career opportunities."

Ginny and Ix Chel snickered.

"Why are you laughing?" Alexis asked. Tom told her a slightly edited version of what he said before Ginny could stop him. Alexis giggled at the joke.

"Careful, Tom," Ginny thought. "You don't want them to see me acting too out of character."

"Oh, I forgot, you have no sense of humor," Tom replied. "Relax, princess, we're bound to seem a little out of character after everything we've been through."

After the laughter had subsided Alexis' expression shifted to serious again. Alexis told them why Professor McGonagall came to see her two days ago. Looking back, she finally understood what she had seen then. Had she misjudged the situation so badly? Ginny realized she would need to see Professor McGonagall again and find out.

"We may have a problem," Alexis said, catching her attention.

"What sort of problem?" Harry asked, startling them as he entered the room. He sat down on the couch across from them.

"Malfoy's looking for me," Alexis continued. "It looks like he wants an explanation for what's been going on the last few days, and... I think there's a good chance he wants an alliance with you."

"Why would Malfoy want to ally himself with Ginny?" Harry asked.

"My standing among the Gryffindors, as well as the other houses has shifted drastically since I've become Snape's Apprentice," she explained. "It would be tactically wise for him to associate with me."

"More than that," Alexis pointed out. "You've become a very powerful witch. He knows that my standing among the Slytherins is about to change as well, although Draco doesn't know by how much right now. He would be stupid not to ally himself with us."

"What are we going to do?" Harry asked.

"Right now, we can use all the allies we can get," Tom replied. He then told everyone in the room his plan, using Ginny's voice. "Tell the other students the truth tomorrow. The truth is completely on our side, lets us it. Our story will garner sympathy with the other houses, and damage Gryffindors' credibility further, while making sure the people who did this to us get a taste of their own medicine. The other houses won't tolerate such abhorrent behavior, especially against one who did nothing more then try to fulfill her potential. On that front, we need to find some Hufflepuffs to help sway things in their own house. Mark can help you with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw connections. Also, Ix Chel can tell you which of the younger students we may be able to sway. As for the remaining Gryffindors, the ones we will be able to count on will come forward, or risk being dammed with the others. Forget the ones who don't bother to come forward, they're useless when it comes to this.

"Ron is, undoubtedly, attempting the same thing on some level, though he doesn't know how to handle the other students as well, nor does he have an ear among the teachers. It's a good assumption that master Snape is already working on that angle. Alexis, I want you to bring Malfoy here after school tomorrow. We'll see if he'd be a suitable ally then. This is a war, whether we like it or not, and it's one I intend to win!"

"Are you sure about this, Tom?" she thought. "The plan seems sound but, what if something goes wrong?"

"Then we'll deal with it when it does," Tom replied. "Anything is better then sitting around here, waiting to be victimized again. Unless you have any better ideas?"

"You've got a point," Ginny agreed with Tom. Harry looked surprised and disturbed by the plan, but thoughtful, while Alexis looked impressed.

"Whoa, I think you've been hanging around me too long," declared Alexis. "My values are rubbing off on you... Are you sure you shouldn't have been sorted into Slytherin?"

"I don't know anymore, Alexis," she replied, shaking her head. "With the way things have been going, I'm beginning to believe that Gryffindor was the last place I should have been sorted into."

"The plan looks sound to me," Alexis said. "But what about Dumbledore, and what he did to you?"

"Only tell Malfoy that when you see him," Ginny said. "Leave it up to him whether or not to spread that rumor."

"You know he will, Gin," Harry pointed out. "Are you sure you want do this? Are you sure you want to discredit Dumbledore, to discredit Gryffindor?"

"Yes," she replied sadly. "I know now I have no other choice, not if I want to protect myself." She laughed bitterly. "I guess I'm just gonna have to get used to people being afraid of me."

"Then Hermione and I will help you," Harry attested. "We won't let you face this alone."

"At last we have a direction, young one," Ix Chel agreed. "Just tell me what you need of me, and it will be done."

"Agreed," Alexis said. "What's our next move?"

Ginny and Tom continued to discuss the details with them, feeling in control of things for the first time since they were attacked.

*~*~*

Molly sat on the sofa in their living room reading a small book. Across from her Arthur sat in a comfortable chair, as he tried to read another one of those muggle 'sci-fi' novels. Fred and George were off somewhere, probably playing Quidditch or something. Percy was still at work, taking his new job as Cornelius Fudge's assistant far too seriously. Molly could swear that poor Percy was treated more like a house elf, than an assistant. At least her daughter would never-

Molly heard a light knock at the door and answered it. She immediately invited Professor Snape in and offered him some tea, which he cordially accepted. She hurried off to the kitchen to fix it, while Arthur entertained their surprise guest. Several minutes later she returned to the living room, holding a tray with tea and biscuits. Professor Snape sat on their sofa, exchanging pleasantries with her husband. Molly served everyone then sat on the sofa, next to Professor Snape.

"So, Professor," Molly asked, "what brings Ginny's master to our humble home?"

"A great deal has been happening at Hogwarts of late," Professor Snape replied. "What has Albus told you?"

"Just that there was some sort of accident, and Virginia was injured," Arthur answered. "Albus said he would tell us when there were further developments."

"That was yesterday," she said, worry coloring the tone of her voice. "We haven't heard from him since. What is going on? Is Ginny okay?"

"I suspected as much," Professor Snape said. "As Virginia's parents, I believe you should know the truth about your daughter and what is really happening at Hogwarts. Virginia is a tremendously gifted and powerful young woman. I assume she mentioned Ix Chel in her letter to you?"

"Her pet snake," Molly said, still feeling slightly disapproving of her only daughters' questionable choice of pets. She knew from the moment she found Ginny staring at them in Diagon Alley just before the school year started, that Ginny would probably get one.

"Ix Chel has been a little more than a familiar to Virginia," Professor Snape imparted to them. "She's taken a life-bond with it."

"A life-bond?" Arthur asked, shocked. "Why? How? I thought familiars were incapable of such bonds."

"Normally they are, but Ix Chel is not an ordinary snake, anymore than my apprentice is an ordinary witch," Professor Snape went on. "Many of the other children have not taken well to their... unique partnership. The situation grew to the point where her own housemates had even begun harassing her because of it."

"At least Ron has been there to watch over her," Molly said softly, taking comfort in that.

"I'm sorry, but that is not the case," Professor Snape corrected her, uncomfortably. "In fact, he has even been the head of the opposition against her. Ron has gone so far as to spread destructive rumors around the school that she's training to be a Dark Witch, because she befriended one of my Slytherins. I assure you, my Slytherins have only treated Virginia with the uttermost respect since this began. Thursday night, after a particularly bad argument with her brother, Virginia was ambushed by two of her own housemates in her dorm room. They tried to kill her-"

Molly dropped her teacup in shock, but Professor Snape somehow managed to catch it before it shattered and returned it to the coffee table, only dropping a small amount of liquid on the floor in the process. She quickly cleaned up the mess and politely begged him to continue, unsure of how much more her heart could take. How could this be happening? Ron turning on Ginny, people trying to kill her... It was just too terrible to imagine.

"As I was saying..." Snape continued unabated. "They tried to kill Virginia but she fought back, using the great powers locked within her. Unfortunately, she was unable to control what she unleashed. She destroyed the Gryffindor common room, rendering the tower uninhabitable, and harming many others in the process. No one was killed, but the power she unleashed induced a dangerous magical fever in her. Thankfully, we were able to stop her deterioration in time, and she's currently recovering. I'm doing all I can for her. Although Virginia's attackers have not been expelled, they are being severely punished for their crimes. I'm sorry, I do not have better news for you. I will do whatever is necessary to protect her from the others, even if it means I have to take her out of school to do it. Unlike Albus, I will keep you completely posted, no matter how the situation evolves."

"How could this happen?" Molly asked, mortified by the news. First that lovely letter from Ginny, and now this. Why didn't she tell them what was really going on? What would make Ginny lie about something this serious? "What can we do to help her?"

"Continue to show your support for her, and trust in me," Professor Snape said, his tone filled with determination. "I will protect her with my life if I have to!"

Studying his face, she saw the last thing she ever expected - guilt. He really cared for their child. He could be trusted.

"You make her powers sound like a force of nature," Arthur said. "How much damage could she possibly do?"

"In a way, her gifts are a force of nature," he answered cryptically. "I'm afraid I can't elaborate further, only she can tell you."

"We understand," replied Molly.

Professor Snape finished his tea as he continued to discuss her situation. After he left, she sat next to her husband, still feeling shell-shocked.

"Why didn't Albus tell us the truth?" Molly asked.

"I don't know, Mol," Arthur answered, shaking his head. "I just don't know..."

No one noticed Fred and George listening from just inside of the kitchen. Having heard everything, they knew they needed to pay a little visit to Hogwarts, and soon.

*~*~*

Tom dozed lightly, while Ginny stared at the tapestries, happy to finally get a break from focusing so much. It was so draining to focus on the moment, constantly trying to keep her perceptions from skewing. Thankfully, with Tom's help, they were slowly learning to overcome it. What did it mean? Maybe it would be a good idea to ask Ix Chel. Ginny started the exhaustive process of regaining her focus and heard master Snape's voice.

"...you hear me?" master Snape asked. "Miss Weasley?"

Master Snape stood right in front of them. How long has he been standing there? Ginny wanted to answer him, but still felt too overloaded.

"You'd think furniture wouldn't be so noisy," Ginny spoke aloud without realizing it. "Shut up!"

Tom awoke as most of the overload eased, and Ginny felt much better.

"Thank you," Ginny said.

"Not so loud..." Tom muttered sleepily. "So much for getting some rest."

"I'm surprised that worked," Ginny commented.

"So am I," master Snape replied.

"Hello, master," Ginny said. "We've had a busy day."

"Don't tell him about our plan," Tom cautioned.

"Why not, Tom?" Ginny argued. "Professor Snape is our master and ally. He needs to know what we're up to. Besides, not working with him could be what destroys your plans. Trust in him. Master Snape knows what he is doing."

"You have a point," Tom replied. "Fine, we'll work together as a... team."

"I told you, you don't have to refer to me as 'master' in private," master Snape reminded her.

"I want to, master," Ginny maintained. "I respect you, and I want to show you that respect. But I'll stop, if I'm making you uncomfortable, sir."

"No, that... won't be necessary," said master Snape. He left a sealed envelope on the table, containing the information on the account he set up for her. "Lupin informed me that Albus was here, and that Levine was forced to disarm him, but he didn't mention how. For some reason, he believes I should discuss this with you instead."

"Alexis turned him into a cute little rabbit," Ginny said. Master Snape laughed, taking her completely off guard. She waited for him to regain his composure before continuing. Ginny told him what happened between Professor McGonagall and Alexis, along with Alexis' suspicions about Malfoy's next move, and their plans for him. Then Tom explained their plans to Snape, and told him who was helping them. When they were done, master Snape openly gaped, as if seeing them, for what they truly were, for the first time.

"What am I forgetting?" Ginny intoned, vaguely. "Oh, yeah, Alexis is Gray."

"If he doesn't close his mouth soon, something unpleasant is going to fly in," Tom said. "He's acting as if he's never heard a decent plan in his life... Why is Snape so shocked by it?"

"I don't know," Ginny thought.

Master Snape regained his composure, and watched her every move with a calculating countenance.

"What's wrong, master?" Ginny asked. "I've discussed it with the others, they think my plan is sound. Don't you think it will work?"

"You came up with this plan on your own?" master Snape inquired.

"Yes," Ginny answered, confused by his reaction. "The plan is a little risky, but I think that the rewards are more than worth it. As long as we can sway popular opinion in our favor, while controlling the mass' reactions, we should be fine."

"Do you know what this little plan of yours will do to Gryffindor, and to its vaunted reputation?" master Snape asked.

"Yes," Ginny replied. "The scandal will disgrace Gryffindor completely, maybe even permanently, and force the people who did this to me into the open. I'm sorry that this could hurt Professor McGonagall, but I refuse to be victimized again. I don't want to hurt anyone, master, but I'm out of nicer options! They've already taken away my place in Gryffindor, my home here for almost five years. I refuse to lie and let them take away the last of my dignity, along with the trust I've earned among the other houses! With luck, Professor McGonagall will be able to salvage things, but nothing she does will make any difference if they aren't forced to face the truth, and deal with it. House Gryffindor is in trouble, we all are, and the sooner they see that, the better! Who knows, maybe the impossible will happen, and Dumbledore will see the error of his ways..."

"No Gryffindor would come up with a plan like this, much less have the will to use it," master Snape said, putting the pieces together. "This is not a Gryffindor plan; it's a Slytherin one. All this time, I've been asking myself why you don't act like a Gryffindor? Why you don't even remotely fit the pattern? Now, I think I know. You're a Slytherin! You may have some Gryffindor bravery, but Slytherin has been your true calling since day one, hasn't it? The bloody Sorting Hat must be broken... Why aren't you in my house where you belong, Virginia?"

"The Sorting Hat told me I would do well in Slytherin," Ginny explained quietly, feeling truly lost. "It wanted to do it, but I begged it not to..."

"Why?" master Snape asked, looking horrified.

"Because I was afraid!" Ginny whispered, her eyes glazing over with tears. "I was afraid to be different. My entire family is Gryffindor. I thought if I was different - if I was Slytherin..."

"Your family would disown you, just as Gryffindor has now," master Snape finished for Ginny, as he took a seat on the bed next to her. A lone tear fell down Ginny's cheek, and he awkwardly wiped it away, obviously at a loss. She looked into his eyes and knew what he was thinking, knew that master Snape was somehow blaming himself for this, for all of the needless losses he's probably had over the years. Ginny wanted to reassure him, to tell master Snape that it wasn't his fault, but she didn't know how, and worse yet, she knew it would only make things worse for him. How could her choice have hurt everyone so badly?

"Now, I've screwed everything up," Ginny whispered, looking away again. Unable to stare into his dark, strangely pained gaze any longer. "Gryffindor has abandoned me when I needed them most. I'm alone..."

"Look at me, Virginia," master Snape intoned softly, putting a comforting hand on hers. Ginny looked into his black eyes, seeing sympathy and a flicker of something she didn't recognize reflected in them. "You are not alone, never think that. Your friends will stand by you through this, and so will I. You are my apprentice, my charge. I will not abandon my duty to you, for as long as my body still draws breath! Levine, Granger, Dippet, and even Potter would never leave you, no matter what you are, or who."

"He's right, my little princess," Tom said. "They won't leave us, just as I won't leave you."

"And neither will I," Ix Chel added.

"You're right, I'm not alone," Ginny said. "But things can't continue this way. I don't know who I am anymore, or even what. Dumbledore's against us, and just coming within close proximity of him is a risk... What are we going to do?"

"We are going to do whatever's necessary to safeguard ourselves," master Snape replied, returning to his usual cold demeanor again. "Your plan sounds like a good start. We'll deal with the issue of Alexis' powers later... Are you sure you can handle Malfoy?"

"Why does he hide who he really is so much?" Ginny thought.

"I should know what Malfoy's really up to when I see him," said Ginny. "I'll decide what to do with him then."

"That reminds me, my perceptions of time have been problematic of late," master Snape said, turning to Ix Chel. "I believe you mentioned you had the same problems yesterday, Miss Weasley. While I was at the Burrow earlier, time slowed down for a moment just as Mrs. Weasley dropped something. I caught it easily... What does it mean?"

"Why were you visiting the Burrow?" Ginny asked.

"I went there to inform them of your condition," master Snape explained.

"Oh," Ginny replied.

"Your spending too much time with Potter," master Snape sneered. "You're even beginning to sound like him."

"He's got a point, Gin," Tom agreed. "Better be careful, you don't want to end up with a funny scar on your head, and a cool stalker."

"Shut up, Tom," Ginny thought.

"Some Gray wizards have the talent to change their sync with time for short periods," Ix Chel explained. "It's a very advanced skill that can require a lifetime to master. I'm surprised you've both obtained such a gift so soon. We will have to go over that during our next session."

Before either of them could speak, Harry entered the room. Master Snape saw Potter and stood, heading for the door.

"Where are you going, master?" Tom asked, using Ginny's voice again.

"I think it's time to discover, with finality, where we stand with the Headmaster," master Snape replied before leaving.

*~*~*

Zach lay on the floor of Minerva's office, desperately trying to catch his breath, as his muscles continued to spasm from the torment he had been immersed in. He closed his eyes to shut out the horrible vertigo that assaulted him, attempting to master himself. Witnessing what had happened to the Weasley girl that dark Thursday took everything he had. So much of it didn't make any sense... How the girl survived seemed almost incomprehensible to Zach. She must be a great witch; anyone less couldn't have survived all of this.

"Why, Albus?" he whispered gravely. "Why do this to her? This was no accident..."

Once the dizziness and muscle spasms subsided, he got shakily to his feet and slowly walked to the window. He looked out and saw the crater he had encountered near the forbidden forest, finally putting the pieces together. The picture was more disturbing then he could ever have imagined. Zach's shock and sadness instantly turned to fury. Albus! He couldn't let him get away with this. This madness has to end, now, while they still have a chance of repairing the damage! He felt Minerva's presence, as she stopped in the doorway. He also felt a change in things. If he were going to act, it would have to be now or never. He steeled himself and turned to face her.

"I am the new Divination Teacher," Zach said, quickly. "Come with me. We will need you for this."

Minerva opened her mouth to speak as he headed out of the room, but he silenced her with a look. He headed for Albus' office with Minerva at his heels.

"Where are we going?" Minerva asked.

"To stop Albus from making the biggest mistake of his life," he explained tersely. They arrived in front of the stone Gargoyle, and stopped long enough to give the password before going up the moving stairs. Zach heard the sounds of raised voices and recognized the owners immediately - Severus and Albus. He stopped just outside the door and signaled Minerva to be quiet.

"...it would be in everyone's best interests, if Miss Weasley is sent away for the time being," Albus responded, raising his voice further. "She still needs to recover, and Hogwarts can only do so much for her."

"She is not going anywhere, Dumbledore!" Severus shouted. "How dare you even suggest such a thing! Her recovery is hanging by a thread. If you move her now, she'll backslide, and we'll lose any chance of retrieving Virginia!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm sending her to St. Mungo's tonight," Albus replied. "You know I only have the child's best interests at heart, Severus."

"Like you did when you violated her mind yesterday? You sanctimonious bastard!" Severus shot back. "Don't you dare turn away from me! What did you think you were doing when you attempted the Intentio Animi spell? Don't give me that shit about trying to help her. I know what that spell can be used for, Dumbledore. You were trying to alter her mind, to subtly enslave Virginia to your will! Enslave her the way you've done with others over the years, those that wouldn't play this sick game your way. But there was one wrinkle in your demented little plans... Your powers are incompatible with hers. It's impossible for you to sync with her. So now that you know you can't use Virginia, you want to get rid of her, because she's an inconvenience, a reminder of what you can't have!"

"And what is that?" Albus asked.

"Victory over the 'so-called' Dark side, over Voldemort, the one Dark fanatic you can't kill," Severus replied. "Damn you, Albus! Damn all of you hypocritical fanatics of the Light! You forget, old man, she is my apprentice! I still have power of attorney over her. If you won't do the right thing by her, then I will! I'm getting Virginia out of here. Don't try to stop me, or, I swear, I will kill you this time! I hope you, and your precious Light side rots!"

At those words they burst into the room. He and Minerva glared murderously at Albus. Zach looked into Albus' eyes, and finally knew the truth, knew what Albus had been hiding from everyone for months, maybe even years. He knew he could stop this madness that was devouring them.

"Wait five minutes before you take the Weasley girl anywhere," Zach told Severus, who shot him a livid, yet questioning glare. He returned his gaze to Albus. "I haven't come out of hiding for no reason... I can't believe you, the 'so-called' great Albus Dumbledore, reduced to torturing and abusing innocent children! You are now no better then Voldemort, if you've deluded yourself into believing that the ends will somehow justify the means of this nightmare you put her through! You are going to listen, and listen good, or I swear you won't be leaving this room in one piece, much less as the Headmaster of this school!"

"Who the hell are you?" Severus sneered.

Zach turned to face him, realizing that he was sick and that some strange magic was the cause.

"Divination teacher," Zach explained tersely. "Funny, you don't look like a prat..." Severus glared at him. "Creevy, Gryffindor common room, Thursday night."

Severus gazed at him with a calculating look and nodded. He opened his mouth to speak, but Zach stopped him.

"You should take a seat and rest, or you're going to make your illness worse," he turned back to Albus, determined to finish this. "I'll handle this."

"When my investigation began," Zach resumed, infuriated with Albus. "And I saw how this child, this gifted Seer, was endangered, time and again, I believed you were being neglectful. Or you simply didn't understand the dangers of The Sight for the others, but I was wrong... I see that now. It wasn't because you were ignorant to the dangers; it was because you wanted it to happen! You wanted to test her, to use the Weasley girl for your own purposes, when what she needed the most was your protection, and your sympathy! Why don't you tell them why the poor girl is in such a state right now, tell them how you caused this?

"No? Then I will," he continued, "Albus wanted to know the Weasley girl's true nature, so he allowed the pressures around the girl to build intentionally. Albus believed he could control the situation, and ultimately, control The Order of the Phoenix's next move concerning Weasley... well, he was wrong. As a result, the child is now an outcast and a perfect target for the Dark Lord. Why don't you tell Minerva how much she's been kept out of the loop since The-Boy-Who-Lived first came here? Tell her how you used poor Potter as a pawn, manipulating the poor child right from the start. An abhorrent act one would only expect from the Dark fanatics. Tell her how you've used the boy as a human shield against the Dark, until you could find better one, one which could stop this generation's Dark Lord!"

When Albus didn't answer, Zach continued his tirade.

"No? Well then, let's discuss the Gryffindors and the way you've allowed a couple, here and there, to believe that murder is socially acceptable, as long as it's someone they believe no one will miss too much. Severus here is nearly killed because that moron Sirius Black is bored, and what do you do? You punish Severus severely and cover it up. A little something Minerva didn't even know about until two days ago. How many more examples are there? I wonder... What's your next trick, Albus? Juggling babies over fire-pits, perhaps? Using Unforgivable Curses on helpless enemies for fun? I expected better from you. You were once the model Light Wizard, the wizarding world's moral compass, and now you're becoming the archetype of our world's descent into insanity! Look at what you're becoming, look at what your hatred for the Dark is doing to you, old warrior! Take a step back, and listen to what is really going on.

"The madness has to stop, Albus! Now, while there is still a Light side left to defend!" demanded Zach. "Don't tell me about how the ends justify the means. Don't tell me how it will all work out in the end. You should know better than to believe that crap! In trying to stop Voldemort, you've forgotten the first rule of the fanatic. When you've grown obsessed with the enemy, you become the enemy! You have proven to be your own worst enemy, Albus, and I believe they are within their rights to have you removed. But there is still time to change all of this. You can let go of some of your burden, and allow your children to fight this war the way they should have been doing from the start. The war affects us all, not just you and Voldemort, and we must treat it as such, or risk losing everything. It doesn't matter if we can't win, or if the odds are against us. What matters here is that we stand united against our common foe. You can still be a part of that. You can still be remembered for that, and not the mistakes you've made. Albus old warrior, my dear old friend, will you stand with us and allow us to do this war right?"

Zach fell silent, waiting to see which way this would go. Hopefully, some of what he said had penetrated that thick skull of his. He just hoped it was enough. It was their turn now...

"Do I have any other choice?" Albus asked quietly, turning away from them.

"We always have a choice," Minerva answered. "It's what we do with that choice that counts, as much as why. Look at me, I've made... many mistakes, mistakes I'm only now beginning to see. What you've done is deplorable, but it's not too late. You are still Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and one of the most gentle, powerful wizards alive. Own up to your mistakes, and continue the fight with us."

"I can never forgive your actions against myself or my apprentice, anymore than I can forget," Severus said tightly. "However, Minerva and Zachary have a point. This war is far from over, and we need all the warriors we can get."

"Work with us, Albus," Minerva pleaded.

"There is still a long road," Zach added softly. "But it's one we can still travel together."

"I will..." Albus whispered, his voice filled with some unidentifiable emotion, seeming truly old. "I will do what you ask..."

"Thank you," Zach replied. He turned to the others. "I believe the danger has passed for your apprentice, Severus. You should go rest for a bit, or that illness of yours is never going to go away. Leave Albus to me. There is much we need to discuss..."

Severus looked at him strangely for a moment, and nodded tersely. Minerva nodded as well, then they left the room. Zach realized how quiet they were mentally. Those two won't be too bad to have around...

"You should rest as well, Albus," he said gently, his whole demeanor changing. "The last thing you should do is overextend yourself in your condition."

"So you know..." Albus replied, as he sat down, looking far older and more tired than Zach had ever seen him. "Why didn't you tell them?"

"It would just have made things worse," Zach answered, sitting across from him. "They will discover the truth, in due time. What they need now, is to see the world in a new light, without the despair this will bring them. They need to know that they can act without you... How long have you known you were sick, weakened? How long have you known that if Voldemort brings the war here right now, Hogwarts will fall because there is no longer a damn thing you can do to stop it? How bad is it, really?"

"It's bad..." Albus said. "So far, I've fooled Voldemort and the others into believing that everything is alright, but that won't last. And when that charade is gone..."

"That's why you've needed The-Boy-Who-Lived, Severus, Minerva, and Weasley so badly," Zach replied. "They're the only hope you have left, maybe the only thing that stands in the Dark Lord's path now. You've trained them well. Now, it's time to let go of the reins some, and allow them to do what needs to be done."

"You're right," Albus whispered. "But what can I do? What is still within my power?"

"Take care of the Ministry, and keep the opposition off-balance," Zach answered. "That should be enough."

"My powers are failing," Albus said, sounding truly desolate. "I'm stricken, crippled... and time is running out. Voldemort won't stay away forever."

"I was wrong, old warrior," Zach admitted. "You weren't the exception to our rules... your gifts did come at price, and this is it. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry for me," Albus implored. "Promise me one thing. If I... if things go badly, promise me you'll see this through with them. Promise me it..."

"I swear it," Zach vowed. "I will see this through."

"Thank you, old friend," Albus whispered tiredly.

"Let's get you to bed," he said, standing. "You'll need your strength for tomorrow."

Albus stood and allowed Zach to support him as they left.

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TBC