Harry Potter: StarClass

Chapter Two

Turning A Shortcut

Harry left the corner of a room he hid in for a few moments and blinked his eyes for what might have been a million times as they stung with tears. His mind hurt and he didn't know which way to look or turn, and there was no one he could turn too. Did he do the right thing or the wrong thing? Should he have done what he did to Hermione? He just felt such rage while looking at her. That bitch. Those lies. That inhumanity. The arrogance to look him in the eyes and say he had no right to his freedom. He could only hope she got patched up so he could kill the bitch, and Ronald too. Though, Harry was pretty certain that the Order would keep them with them now they 'know' Harry had gone 'evil' and was now out to gut them.

Harry half wondered what Order members would do or say if they found out the truth, but then knowing most of them, they would follow Dumbledore if he asked them to have a word while he takes a shit on their dinner before letting them eat it. Harry didn't know why they would follow him when he was obviously disturbed and needed locking away, ironically for this 'Greater Good', but they didn't have minds of their own.

Passing through a small room with loads of clocks and watches, Harry paused as he saw the golden-chained hourglass on a side bench. Looking back on his third year, what the hell were the teachers doing allowing a fucking bitch like Hermione to play with time? That has to be the most dangerous weapon in existence, so dangerous even Voldemort and the Death Eaters didn't want anything to do with it. However, Harry smirked as he picked it up and put it round his neck, tucking it into his school robes out of sight.

After all, it could come in use to have a second chance if something went wrong, as long as Harry was careful. Plus, owning a time-turner sounded like a clever thing to own when your life was as fucked up as his was, and you had truly little you could screw up, and if you did it couldn't get worse. Harry didn't think he could make anything any worse if he gave it his best shot.

It took a few minutes for Harry to find a huge chamber with a circle of seating like a stadium with a centre pit. In the centre on a dais was an old arch with a ripped purple veil. Harry had come in on some steps leading down into a huge amphitheatre to the arch and followed it when he heard sounds.

Harry looked round and saw Neville Longbottom at the bottom of another set of stairs bleeding as two Death Eaters tormented and kicked him about. However, as Harry ran down to his rescue, he severed one's head, and he collapsed with just an odd look. Harry grimaced as he looked at his wand for a moment; he was sure he just meant to shatter his bones, but he didn't have time to concern himself with that.

Neville looked up, shocked while the other Death Eater just looked down at his friend before he received a powerful bone breaker to the chest, and he spluttered up blood as he keeled over whimpering and slowly suffocating to death. Harry grimaced again; that was the right spell, but he didn't mean to slowly kill the guy, just blast him to away? To death? – was that too much to ask? Was his wand always that temperamental?

"You, okay, Neville?" Harry asked breathlessly as he got to the bottom.

The boy nodded looking grateful as Harry helped him to his feet, but he was pointedly ignoring the decapitated man. "That's the you I like best," he said nodding his head. "The real you," he said looking relieved.

"What do you mean?" he asked, but he didn't feel surprised that others knew and were powerless to help him.

"This," Neville said as he pulled a small golden locket from his pocket. "After what you called the first time you give something to someone to give to you, but with Umbridge around, and Ron and Hermione being more of the bad stink I couldn't give you it without them seeing, and sorry Harry but I'm not that good at tricking them."

Harry took the locket and it burst open on contact. However, he was expecting some big display of magic waking him up, but all it showed was a picture of him and Ginny kissing in a moving picture. He gulped black his feelings as he closed it and placed the locket into his pocket. He forced himself to keep his tears in.

"How many times?" Harry asked the confused boy.

"I-I don't know, but what I do know is neither Dumbledore, Ron, nor Hermione can be trusted," he answered, shrugging. "But I can be certain, during the end of third year you hated Ron and Hermione, but then suddenly you were best friends. I told my gran about it, and she said I shouldn't get on the wrong side of Dumbledore, but when you trusted me with the locket, I couldn't not help anyway I could."

"Ah, so that's how you've been breaking through my spells!" Dumbledore's jovial voice interrupted.

The old man came down another row of seats with Ron and Hermione just behind him, smug look on Ron's face, but Hermione looked terrified as she limped and blood covered her face and one arm hung by her side and nobody had seen to her by the look of it Hermione was showing the initial signs of some kind of shock. Harry wasn't sure how he knew that, but it was plainly written on her pasty face and the shaking, but she still followed the old man with tears pooling down her face with blood and her lips folding slightly around her gums and three of her fingers snapped and bent out of place.

Neville gave Harry a quick questioning look of horror, and he could only shrug as he felt sick that they wouldn't be sending her to get immediate medical attention. Hermione looked to be in excusiating pain with every step she whimpered and cried, but none of the 'good guys' gave her a look or thought, and somehow that drove Harry's rage further.

"Shouldn't you be taking her to hospital!" Harry said before Dumbledore had a chance to continue speaking.

Dumbledore turned to Hermione as they reached the bottom and only smiled benignly before turning to Harry. "She will be fine, Harry. She is a good girl… but you… that locket. I see now. Love… they say it can surpass any magic, but your love belongs to us Mr. Potter, so I'll be destroying that last memento!"

Harry turned to Dumbledore with cold and calculated fury. "Me…? Love you…?" he spat out in disgust as he twitched to kill as it could be so easy. "The soul will always know, will always remember – will always fight!"

"Ah, but you do love us, Harry, come here," Dumbledore said, and Harry almost moved before glaring up at the old man.

Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes bore into Harry's green, but the slight pressure on his mind was nothing. "I already know occlumency, and Snape's 'lessons' were to rip my mind open!" Harry hissed spitefully.

"Ah, so clever," Dumbledore replied as if a proud grandfather. "I wanted Voldemort to manipulate you, and Snape wanted to torment you, so it was a win-win situation. After all, I have to keep Snape sweet on our deal! I let him make your life, oh, and the other students lives miserable, and he works for me. You almost killed him once when he foolishly broke my memory modifications. He refused to go near you after that… you terrified Severus Snape so much that he started ignoring you, avoiding you, avoiding people you know. He was scared you might wake up again, and that was a close one indeed. I must admit that it was the first time you just came after me – no planning, no sneaking around – all your memories unlocked – all that knowledge recovered. You almost killed me too. Given a chance you could have done well at assassination's… but you belong to me, so you shall do as I say."

"That is fucking retarded Dumbledore!" Harry hissed out angrily. "It looks like Voldemort isn't the only evil bastard around to bother me, but at least he knows he's not the good guy!"

"But me Harry? I'm the light, while you're the dark!" Dumbledore said chuckling as if it was a common fact and not paying Harry's words any attention. "Now stay still Potter so I can turn you good again," he said flicking his wand at Harry.

It was a huge white beam shooting towards Harry and Neville, and Harry's eyes widened as his wand went soaring out of his hand to see Lupin behind him, and Neville's wand went next. Harry looked at his father's old friend in anger as he realised the bastard had heard everything.

"YOU BASTARD!" he yelled in rage. "You betray the balance, you betray the pure, and you betray all that is good in this world! But most of all you betray my father! He treat you as a BROTHER! You are no family! Heel before your master! Filthy DOG!"

Harry shouted these words in such spite that each one caused the old werewolf to grimace, but he didn't look like he thought he had done anything wrong.

"I will NOT fall!" Harry spat out. "I BOW BEFORE NO MAN, BEAST, OR GOD!"

Harry looked back to the white beam coming to claim his freedom, and to force his fate, to mess with his destiny, and laughed at the horrific irony that the light, knights to the good would damn them all. Harry was laughing as he watched as Dumbledore's spell, slow and wide spread coursed towards Harry and Neville, and they could only watch as Harry pulled out his time-turner and waved bye to the shocked morons, unsure whether Neville would get hit or not, but Harry could not afford to care right then.

It made him quite queasy, just spinning back two hours, but Harry went back more than he needed because he wanted to have a quick look around and maybe get a new wand from somewhere – and it was the Department of Mysteries probably had some useful things around somewhere.

Harry shook his head clear – well shook it as clear as it could get when you've just jumped back in time two hours, felt sick, had a headache, and didn't know what to do, but looking around he sighed and tried to calm down. He was all alone in the… should he call it amphitheatre? It looked like it could be one, but then in this freaky place it could be the Theatre of Doom. That arch in the centre might as well be screaming at him to walk through to his doom. Harry was sure those creepy whispers were probably saying as much if he couldn't hear them properly, but he wasn't going to get any closer if he could help it.

It was cold and dank, now that he was alone, and hundreds of times creepier now he could hear the Doom arch with the purple raggedy curtain. It made him shiver just looking at the dais and freaky veil that led, where? Probably to some messed up underworld or something if that cold dread was anything to go by. Harry moved closer as those whispers called, curious for a moment before he frowned and stopped moving in quick time to glare at the thing, but he was angrier that he almost fell for its tricks.

He could see in the arch, just through the pieces of tattered veil, images of faces, white and ghostly, like spectres on a waterfall that defied all sense of belief, and Harry didn't know how he knew, he just did that if he stepped into that arch he would only pass over like a dead man after a sending ceremony.

Harry could only shiver, and feel a dread run down his spine, but he had to ask himself whether he should be that afraid of death? Death had to be better than having no decision in your own fate and future. Would death be so bad if it kept him from Dumbledore's control?

Somehow, Harry doubted that Dumbledore would ever give up trying to enslave him, and he had been doing a fairly okay job up until now. But with the world – well, magical world the way it was, nobody could or would try to help him, which left his own freedom up to him to save, and he would do almost anything and everything to save himself.

Why should Harry care about the mindless masses when they didn't care about him. One minute these so-called fans loved him and wouldn't leave him alone, and the next they hated him and wouldn't leave him alone! The fundamental fact was, he had always wanted to be left alone, and treated like a normal kid, but Dumbledore had proven that he would never let that happen.

Sure, even normal kids could rise to be acknowledged, but never like this. Harry just wished they would treat him like an above average student, and not expect anything great from him, but that seemed unlikely as Harry was pretty sure he was more than above average, and even if Dumbledore were to publicly announce Harry was evil and dark, and Harry ran away and was never seen again they would be expecting something.

The odd thing was, Harry didn't doubt that if Dumbledore said that Harry was evil, that even if Harry renounced magic, joined the muggle world, married a muggle woman, had 'squib' children, and became a humanitarian that they would still hunt him, and never give him a moments peace. So in the long run Harry had little choice but to fight.

In the long run, Harry wanted to fight. He didn't want to watch innocent people die, and even if it meant fighting against the light and dark, then he would. Harry would not simply let either side control the world because that wasn't how life should be – nobody voted for their bullshit. It wasn't so black and white. Wars had never been about the good or the bad, the light or dark, they had been about people believing different things, or having different morals and belief's whether they were religious or not.

War was a horrible thing, but war was not always started by the 'bad guys', and in many cases wars could be started by terrorists, like the Death Eaters. It was just a matter of choosing sides, but what if neither side or sides were doing what was right by its people? Then maybe there would come a new side of freedom fighters, called terrorists by others, but sometimes, life just sucked.

Harry wasn't sure where he fit in, but he knew that many people would die by the dark, and in the lights incompetence, they would willingly let it happen. They followed Dumbledore's rule of many infinite chances for the enemy while innocent people died, or in Dumbledore's case were pawns to be wasted for some messed up Greater Good, too blind in their groomed states that they would willingly lay out their lives without a second thought, and without reason – just like they were trying to do to him, but Harry realised; he must have fought back.

Harry had been mistreated all his life (though he couldn't really remember it, he knew it in his soul), so he had grown to not trust adults, which was why he couldn't be groomed by Dumbledore, even after forgetting his instincts kept him true. Harry would never allow people to do something like this to anyone, not even anyone in Slytherin. Harry hated admitting it to himself, but he wouldn't do something this messed up to Draco Malfoy, and that made Harry feel guilt about what he did to Hermione, but that was in the moment and he was scared and angry, and he should probably calm down or he might go looking to do worse to that traitorous bitch. Harry had been her friend, right? He had looked out for her, and this was the thanks he got.

Just thinking about all of these things hurt Harry's head like hell was partying in there, but he knew he had thought them many times before. Harry pulled out his locket and looked at how happy he and Ginny were. He wondered whether they knew what would happen eventually, and this might possibly be the last heirloom of his and Ginny's relationship, passed down to point them in the correct direction, towards hope.

Harry knew, he just had to have faith, and maybe the two of them could find that fairy tale ending books were always giving the heroes. But first Harry would have to find Ginny – well, a wand, and then a little look around, and by then Ginny would be here. He just wondered whether she would believe the proof or that he was crazy – maybe this time Dumbledore's control was too deep even for any kind of love to break.

Breathing seemed hard, like a vice, gripping his chest as he looked at the picture before placing it back into his pocket, trying not to think about her too much, not yet. He tore his eyes away from the dais and up to the nearest stairs to a door. He didn't have much time, so he ran, sprinting up the stairs and through the door into a weird room with planets and stars floating around with a seriously low gravity level.

However, Harry smiled for a moment as he jumped from Pluto straight over Neptune and Uranus onto Saturn's ring. Under normal circumstances, he might have enjoyed jumping around as if he were on the moon, but maybe if he somehow won, or survived he could sneak back in. After all, these morons didn't seem to understand the simple concept of security.

Though, Harry took a look around and noticed something odd. The planets were moving slowly (which wasn't odd), it was that they were moving around the Earth. Now he thought about it, the same happened in the astronomy charts for astronomy class. Harry frowned as he thought it through. He had thought it was just for a magical something or other. He hadn't realised these people were that slow, what next…? If he weren't in this room, he would think they still thought the Earth was flat.

It took Harry a few deep breaths before he made another few leaps across to the far exit, and it felt strange coming out into another room, the gravity returning to normal. It made him feel abnormally heavy, but yet he liked the feeling. It was a similar uncomfortable as when he got light-headed entering the lower gravity.

However, Harry closed the door to the weird room behind him and spent the next twenty minutes looking for a room full of wands. He was starting to worry he might have to ambush a Death Eater to find a new wand, maybe with the aid of a heavy chair, and that wands weren't mysterious enough for this department. Then he came across a large chamber stacked with thousands of wands of different materials from woods to metals, but also other foci such as staffs, rods, and even gems in bracelets or jewellery.

Harry let out a breath he hadn't realised he held until then and started looking around and touching wands, hoping one reacted with him. However, each time, nothing, nothing, nothing. It was frustrating the hell out of him. He could feel some of the wands react to him, but the reaction wasn't right, they felt like they were not fighting him, but not being very agreeable, but some of them felt like they were indifferent, and wouldn't fight him or give him issue, but weren't for him.

In fact, most of the wands he touched reacted, and the rest he could at least feel, but that was odd. Thinking about it, his wand, left in the future felt similar to the wands reacting but not choosing, but on a whole new level, which could mean. He sighed. He wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to force a wand with a connection to Voldemort and him on him.

Harry wondered through the racks of foci shrugging as he started touching staffs, rods, gems, and jewellery – any weapon would probably do the trick. He knew in theory he should be able to use magic without one, but without having practice, (that he knew of) he would have to settle for something, which was when he startled and nearly groaned as his hand landed on three identical little gems, one blue, one red, and one green, all housed in little platinum claws on platinum hoops.

He didn't like the thought of piercing his ears, but. Harry looked them over and took out a card that sat with them and read aloud. "Origin unknown, presumed somewhere in the Middle East to Western Asia," he said thoughtfully. "The green and the blue work as catalysts together and focus while the red is a multi-language translator," he said thoughtfully.

"Okay," he muttered as he picked them up. "The card says you're not the best foci around, and that the only useful thing is the translator, but you can at least preform some magic, right, and… but if you chose me…" he said looking at the back of the card to see it was empty. "These earrings look ancient and that's all it says… the guys that work here sure are working hard to earn their wage," he said sarcastically as he looked in the reflection of a magic focusing shield that barely reacted as he picked up the earrings with a sigh.

Harry took a few deep breaths as he saw a little splint of wood and held his free hand over it muttering a spell. He was shocked and surprised to see it turn into a thin needle. He had honestly thought that first exercise with McGonagall in transfiguration would never be used again, but Harry was not going to try piercing his ears with the blunt earrings. Though, the card was right, they weren't perfect, but they could maybe be the next stage to using magic without them, and they likely worked better while being worn as intended.

Placing the earrings down, Harry picked up the needle, and took some shallow and deep breaths. He had been hurt a lot worse that a prick from a needle. However, he still gasped in with each lobe he pierced as the foci needed to be in two different ears pirate style, but grimacing as he put the green and blue hoop in he found that he felt a little more power now they were where they were meant to be, maybe because they were meant for ears, even though they were still vastly underpowered compared to modern day wands they were likely made just for emergencies.

Harry had just shoved the other earring into his pocket as he might put it in his ear some other time and went to leave when he froze as he noticed a dirty black lead box beside him. He placed down the bloodied needle and went to investigate. Looking around it seemed to be the only thing contained in any kind of 'shielding'.

It had a dusty note that red: Caution, level one warning: unknown origin, unknown materials, unknown magical properties, possibly extremely dangerous!

Now, in the past if Harry had read a warning like that, he would have left it alone, but now, he was curious and undid the latch nearly before he finished reading and opened it.

Harry frowned as he looked inside to see a small matte white tile inside with a black coloured hole in one edge at the top with some kind of rounded black string cord attacked and folded through. Looking more, through the centre it had twin matte black engraved lines that peaked up into a point like from a chart before going down and levelling off again. The tip of the point had a small black circular gem between, bottom centre.

Then under the gap in the line, Harry saw some weird markings engraved into the tile like writing and mirrored perfectly on the reverse, words maybe, but he couldn't understand what they said. However, without touching the tile, he pulled out the red-gemmed earring, and tried concentrating, but it was no good.

But then he looked back to the needle and picked it up. "If the foci one's work better while wearing them, then maybe you do too," he said readying himself. He wanted to put it in his left ear next to the green one, but his lobes weren't big enough for him to risk not screwing up, and he didn't trust himself with such delicate work.

Therefore, Harry did it without thought, on pure impulse, through the top of his left ear. He gasped out as it stung more than he thought it would, and it took him a few moments to get the nerve to pull it out. It took him another minute to get the new earring in and latch it.

He never thought he would ever wear earrings in his life but looking to a mirrored shield he noticed something odd. He didn't look too bad wearing them. He just thought he needed some ancient middle eastern garb to finished the look.

Shrugging amused and congratulating himself on doing a fairly good job, Harry looked down at the tile, able to admire it more and hope he could read the writing, but the markings were still in a different language, yet. "Raging… Freedom… so that's what you're called; the Raging Freedom?" he asked as it was like he could – hear something, but not quite while feeling an ich behind his eyeballs, but he didn't expect an answer, and didn't get one as he reached in and pulled it out, holding it in his hand as he knew with magic, names were important to items like they were important to people.

Harry winced as his eyes burnt and blurred for a moment and then it was gone. However, Harry blinked several times as his vision had gone blurry, and he worried as he pulled off his glasses to rub his eyes only to pause as his vision didn't just return to normal, but he had never been able to see so well, and he noticed a sharp pain in his head as he reached up to feel a trickle of gunky blood, and wiped it away as he looked back into the mirrored shield.

Expecting to see his scar wide open, Harry was surprised to see the mark on his forehead had faded to nothing more than a nearly invisible white mark. Harry looked at the gunk on his hand. It looked like whatever it was, was dead and quickly found a tissue and wiped it off and tossing it away. Harry looked over the tile in awe.

"T-thank you, Raging Freedom," Harry muttered as he felt – something from the tile, like it was alive and appreciated his gratitude. He knew what had happened. This tile. It had destroyed the connection, removed the scar that helped destroy Harry's life, and a side effect must have been Harry's returned sight.

Harry could feel a magic like he had never before, and it was nothing like the wands and other foci. It didn't choose him as its master like they might have, and yet, it didn't tell him to go and stuff it or meh like most of the others did. Harry chose to take that, and that – connection – his gift of freedom from Voldemort as a good sign.

The Raging Freedom was light, yet held some weight, and the 'string' felt like nothing Harry had ever felt before, so he knew even that wasn't normal. The tile itself was flawlessly smooth, and flipping it over he saw, that it was exactly the same on the back to see the black gem must have passed through the material.

Harry smiled as he placed it around his neck with his time-turner and felt a soft comforting contentedness. He might as well take her, or it would just go to waste, and maybe Harry could figure out how to use her, and what she did. They say curiosity killed the cat, but maybe the cat wanted to die, or die trying, trying to be more, and to understand the world and the things in it.

He quickly hid his glasses and needle (after cleaning them) in the lead box before looking into the shield again, other than the small trickles of blood and stinging, Harry did a good job. Then looking to a clock on the wall realised he and his friends and 'friends' should be here already and didn't want to get caught with his pants around his ankles and grabbed a random wand that looked like 'his' and was meh to him and ran.

Leaving the room was easy, and it was good that the wand Harry picked up, though didn't choose him, seemed somewhat nonchalant about being stolen by him. That meant Harry wouldn't potentially screw something up that he had been doing with a wand, while trying to use the earring foci.

Harry started to hear fighting after a few moments of running when he saw his first Death Eater, but it was Crabbe/Goyle, so he hid, knowing that slightly younger him would get rid of him pretty soon.

Harry waited for a short while before slipping out of his hiding spot before he dived out of the way of a spell, and struck the slimy Death Eater in the face with a crushing jinx, so hard, the man's head completely caved in, but that was what he got for picking a fight with a guy using a temperamental wand.

There was another man, and he span on Harry flinging spells that Harry dodged before three spinning lights of white tore into the room from the open door, connected as one spell and ripped straight through robes, flesh, muscle, and bone, and out the other side. Blood splattered as the Death Eater crumpled into the wall.

Seconds later Ginny came around a corner helping Luna Lovegood. She didn't even pay Harry much attention as she helped her friend sit on the floor, besides where Harry stood up.

"You, okay, Luna?" Harry asked her, worriedly as he crouched and took her hand.

She looked up at him with a smile and squeezed his hand in gratitude nodding her head. "I am fine, thank you Harry, just a twisted ankle."

"Don't you worry Luna; Dumbledore will pay for this!" Ginny surprised him as she hissed this out in anger before looking to Harry and to the two dead Death Eaters, only one of which she killed.

She then reached up to him, not taking the black cord, but the gold chain, lifting it to see the time-turner before letting go. "You're from the future?" she asked, but she made it sound like she knew. However, he nodded anyway, confused. She smirked. "I just saw you running in the other direction so took a guess," she said shrugging.

"Dumbledore," he answered with a growl. "That bastard attacked, and Remus disarmed me while I was distracted. It was the only way to escape. I can't remember who I am, but I can sense… feel, this isn't real, and the old bastard even flaunted it. And I was so close to killing Ron and Hermione, I could almost taste my vengeance, but Remus interrupted, and an Order sheep took my hit instead! Augh. Am I me! Is that me?" he asked, and Ginny gave him a look of pity that showed she didn't completely know either.

"Though," Harry continued slowly as he let go of Luna's hand and stood up, "I'll give Hermione credit, she didn't give up Dumbledore's secrets, even after I tore out all of her teeth," he said with an amused look, apart from his eyes, they were furious, and Ginny and Luna looked at each other in shock, but Ginny also showed an impressed look. "Ron told me enough to realise that Voldemort may be my enemy, but my truest fight is with Dumbledore, and the Order of the Phoenix!" he spat out that last bit in absolute disgust.

"Oh fuck, Harry!" Ginny whimpered, throwing herself into his arms. He automatically held her tightly around her small waist as he felt her through her Gryffindor robes. "I can't remember. I just can't, but I know, I just know things aren't right. Sometimes I preform spells I've never even heard of before, and then Luna gave me this locket of us, and it's like, everything in the world is wrong. I tried my hardest to show you my locket, but Ron and Hermione wouldn't leave you for a second. I even tried dating that Michael loser, but all I got was some flickers of hate aimed at him from you, and then Hermione and Ron distracted you.

"I had to dump him because he wanted to kiss, but yuck, I'm yours and. I hate my brother so much. It was like as soon as I saw the locket my feelings were unlocked… but Luna says this isn't the first. I want to rip Hermione's smug bookworm face off and shove it up her hairy arse."

Harry could only laugh as he cuddled his girl, his Ginny and took in her sweet scent like he had done hundreds of times before. "Apparently, last time I almost killed Dumbledore, and that was the reason Snape has been avoiding me. He broke through my memories and I guess I came close to killing him too," Harry said thoughtfully while holding Ginny lovingly. "If the law won't stop them… let's kill them all," he continued. "We kill whoever gets in our fucking way. Death Eater. Order of the Phoenix. If they are Voldemort's or Dumbledore's, then they forfeit their lives! So we can finally be free."

Ginny pulled back with a soft smile and leaned up kissing Harry's lips. The act was familiar to both of them as they held each other, lips moving, eyes drifting closed when their eyes snapped open, they pulled apart and an unlucky Death Eater met a bloodied fate.

"He should have learnt to knock," Ginny said smirking.

Harry shrugged, amused. "They should all learn that if they want a war, then we'll show them what that truly means."

"Such true words," she replied. "So where do we go to destroy Dumbledore, once and for all."

"There's an arch of death sitting on a dais," he replied. "In a huge chamber surrounded by seats where sick bastards watched executions."

"I see, and then it will be the perfect place for the old bastards' death," Ginny said with a cool uncertain smile. "A place where countless people have lost their lives to filth like him before," she said pulling out of Harry's embrace.

"It shall be perfect," Harry replied looking down at Luna. "We'll hide you somewhere safe, but you're in no condition to fight the likes of the Order," he said while she nodded, sad that she didn't get to be a part of it, but she understood and excepted their help up where they both held onto her affectionately, and she got to relish in their attention for a solid minute or more before they pulled back and helped find Luna a place to hide.

To be Continued…