Chapter two

The isolated house was well hidden, both from muggles and wizards, surrounded by a near impenetrable wall of dark half dead trees and black thorns. It appeared utterly deserted, and neglected. The harsh wind howled outside, tearing at the roof with powerful claws, drizzle fell from the skies and coated everything in gloom. Only one room on the upper floor was inhabited. The room was dark lit only by the flickering eerie light of a few candles, and the pallid deathly light of the moon. A man sat on a high backed chair, his face shrouded in shadow. One hand, so lacking in colour that it seemed almost bloodless, reached out for a goblet on the table, with a slithering snake like movement. Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door, and a man cloaked entirely in black entered the room. Throwing back his hood he revealed thin pale features and hair so blonde it was almost white.

"My Lord." Lucius Malfoy bowed slightly as though acknowledging Voldemort's superiority.

"You bring news ?" Voldemort's crimson eyes gleamed in eager anticipation as he asked the question.

"I bring word from Severus, My Lord" Lucius Malfoy's face shone with cruel delight as he spoke. "The plan has succeeded, My Lord, the Potter boy lies in the hospital wing now, comatose, still lost in the world you created for him. He cannot be roused, they are without hope."

"And Dumbledore ?" Voldemort's face grew taut as he asked the question, and long boney fingers gripped the arms of his chair.

"Dumbledore tried everything in his power to drag Potter back to him, but he failed, as we knew he would. According to Severus he cannot accept the truth of what has happened and suffers greatly, neither eating or sleeping." Malfoy watched Voldemort, waiting for signs of pleasure, he was certain this news would please his master.

"Delicious, quite delicious" Voldemort postively purred with sadistic pleasure, his crimson slitted eyes aglow with triumph. "Even better than killing the boy. I can only imagine his torment, his confusion, and Dumbledore will suffer too seeing the boy permanently trapped in insanity. Vengance is such a pleasurable thing, only power is more pleasurable. I have had my vengance and soon I shall have absolute power."

"Your plan was the work of genius my lord" gushed lucius malfoy

"Naturally it was, since I thought of it." Voldemort said. "But do you see the full marvel of it lucius ?"

Lucius Malfoy paused to think before answering, he knew his master well. Was aware that the wrong answer could cause raging fury. All who served Voldemort avoided angering him whenever possible. Knowing well the painfull consequences of incurring his wrath. So Malfoy ran a thin elegantly decadent hand through his pale hair, and chose his words with care. "Well of course the Potter boy suffers horribly, and so will that old fool Dumbledore who is fond of the boy. And ..."

"Yes, yes, that goes without saying" interrupted Voldemort. "But surely you see, even with your feeble intellect, that much more than that has been achieved ! With one fell swoop I have removed the two people most likely to prevent me achieving complete power. Power moves closer Lucius, complete power." Voldemort's eyes glowed with a lustfull hunger, flaring red like hellfire. "I have broken the boy, and that will break Dumbledore too, he will be distracted, weakened, and I shall triumph without him to stop me."

Malfoy's eyes lit up as he imagined Dumbledore's imminent downfall, as he thought how at last Hogwarts would have a fitting headmaster. One who did not treat the dark arts with such contempt. Severus Snape would make a very suitable headmaster indeed. With Dumbledore gone, discipline would be restored, mud bloods and muggleborns would be excluded. Dragging himself from his thoughts, with some difficulty, Malfoy answered. "Your genius is immense my lord, I am foolish by comparison. Your plan was truly masterful, no-one but you could have thought of it."

Voldemort glared at Malfoy with contempt for a few seconds, before snapping. "You are also too fond of making gushing words of praise instead of serving me in more practical ways. You tire me with your platitudes, leave me."

As Lucius Malfoy turned to leave, Voldemort spoke again. "You may tell draco he performed well. I am pleased with him, though it really was the simplest of tasks to leave the book on potters bed, and slip potions into his meals to weaken his mind in readiness for my attack. He may have a future as a death eater after all, you may tell him I am most pleased. He will be well rewarded.

Malfoy glowed with malicious pride at Voldemort's words. If his son were to become a death eater, perhaps even Voldemort's right hand man, then it would bring honour to the family. Those who mattered, who held the same prejudices as Lucius Malfoy, who had the same hatreds, would admire his son. Eventually they would come to thank people like Draco, and his father, for returning wizarding society to the old days of pure blood. That was what was wrong with the magical community today, there were too many fools like Dumbledore who felt that Muggles and Mudbloods had rights. Who insisted that they be admitted to hogwarts. It was the fault of dumbledore, and people like him, that so many once pure wizard lines were now polluted. Lucius Malfoy had taught his son well, Draco had all his father's contempt of muggles and mudbloods. All Draco needed was a chance to proove himself to the dark lord. Now with his father's help, Draco would gain in power, and serve Voldemort well as a deatheater. Lucius malfoy's hands clenched in hatred, and his lips curled into a sneer, as he thought of how much he loathed all who were not pure born. Soon the dark lord would free wizards, no more hiding, or making apologys for their natural born superiority. This was why malfoy followed the dark lord, that and lust for power.

It was Dumbledore that brought Harry back, Dumbledore's hand on his that pulled him out of it. He'd refused to let them take Harry to St Mungos. Instead he had lifted Harry, and carried him to the hospital wing, his face lined with concern, and dread. Once there, Dumbledore used legimancy on Harry to discover what had happened. Probing Harry's mind, Dumbledore saw the things that Harry had seen. Felt the confusion and torture harry had suffered. Heard Harry defend him again, and again, even when faced with what seemed like betrayal. Finally Albus saw himself as Voldemort had painted him for Harry, saw what had broken Harry in the end. It took all Dumbledore's strength, and will power, and love, not to break then too. But he wouldn't let Harry go. Wouldn't abandon him. And through it all he saw Voldemort's mark. Knew the depths of evil that Voldemort had sunk to in his effort to break harry, and to gain revenge on his oldest, and most hated enemy, Albus Dumbledore. Once he'd discovered what Voldemort had done Dumbledore's fury was terrible to see. No-one that was there ever forgot the look in Dumbledore's eyes, as he discovered the torment Voldemort had inflicted on Harry.

Grim faced Dumbledore had taken Harry's hand in his, and using a rare, and powerful form of legimancy walked into his mind. Dumbledore had brought the true Harry back, broken, shaken, but Harry, the real Harry. Then he'd put Harry into a dreamless enchanted sleep, and sat shoulders sagging and exhausted, still holding his hand for long hours. As tears of self reproach fell down his face. How could he have let this happen to this boy, he loved like his own grandson. He should have known, should have been more vigilant. Dumbledore hadn't realised before how much Harry needed him, how much Harry loved him. Now he knew he had so many regrets, so many things he wanted to put right.

Harry woke to find Dumbledore's hand holding his. He was still muzzy and confused, partly from the effects of the mild sedating potions, Madam Pomfrey had insisted on giving him. Harry's eyes spun around the ward, confusion and terror in them. Then he saw Dumbledore, at first Harry looked as if he wasn't sure if Dumbledore was real or not. Dumbledore's heart broke when Harry's next action was to cringe away from him in fear.

"Harry, please don't be afraid, I will not hurt you. Those other Dumbledore's you saw were not me, please trust me Harry." Dumbledore's voice was gentle, and calming. Slowly Dumbledore placed his other hand over Harry's hand, so both Harry's hands were encased in his. Harry flinched a little, but then noticed how warm and comforting the touch was. "You are safe now Harry, I promise you."

"What happened ? Where am I ?" Were Harry's first words. Dumbledore noticed how Harry's voice trembled as he spoke, he prayed that Harry would recover fully. He was determined to do all he could to help Harry.

"You are in the hospital wing, Harry. I found you and brought you here." Dumbledore's voice was gentle as he looked at Harry. Now was not the time for detailed explanations, Harry was too fragile right now. He would keep things as simple as possible. Reaching out Dumbledore took a glass from the bedside table, holding it to Harry's lips, he said softly. "Try to drink a little water Harry, it will help you feel better."

Harry took a couple of sips, then asked shakily. "What ... what happened ...I...are you ???"

"Harry, you have been the victim of a plot by Voldemort. Everything that you thought so real, all the strange frightning things that appeared to happen, did not really happen. It was all a trick by Voldemort, designed to send you insane." Seeing the look of terror that flashed across Harry's face, Dumbledore said rapidly. "Harry you are not insane, Voldemorts plan failed. It was a very clever plan and very cruel." Dumbledore fought to keep his voice calm, but his eyes gave away the anger he still felt. "Voldemort invaded your mind, you were unconscious the whole time. Draco had been slipping potions into your meals for several weeks, which would make you much more susceptible to an attack of this type. He also placed the book on your bed." Dumbledore did not tell Harry that it was Snape who had discovered which potions Draco had given him. Nor did he tell him, about how Snape, in his role as spy for Voldemort, had sent a false message saying that the plot had succeeded. Harry could be told these things later, when he was better, Dumbledore did not want to worry him now.

Harry struggled for understanding of what Dumbledore was saying, he was still so confused. "But if I was ... it went on so long, if I was unconscious for so long then, why wasn't I found sooner ?"

"In actual fact Harry you were only unconscious for a few hours at most. Much like when you are dreaming, it can seem as though several days have passed, when your dream has only lasted for a short while." Dumbledore's hand still held Harry's in a protective, grandfatherly grasp. His other hand rested lightly on Harry's arm. Harry was grateful for the comfort it gave, he was too shaken, too traumatised, to be embarrassed, as he normally would have been. "Also, you may not remember this, but Draco tricked you into going to an out of the way corridor on the seventh floor. This meant that you were not found as soon as you otherwise might have been. It was only when I met a very frightened first year, fleeing for her life along one of the corridors from screaming banshees, that I went to investigate and found you. I knew at once that something was wrong and brought you here. You need to rest now Harry, I will explain in more detail when you are more fully recovered."

"Voldemort did this ? I ... I'm not ..." Harry had to know, couldn't even think of rest untill he knew. Had Voldemort succeeded, was he insane or not.

Dumbledore seemed to know, as he often did what Harry wanted to say. Dumbledore's eyes were gentle, full of compassion and sorrow, as he answered. "You are not insane Harry, Voldemort did this to you. It is natural that you feel scared and confused, but you will recover. Please believe me, my dear Harry, I assure you, I speak the truth."

Harry had one more question, "Draco, is he ...what happened ...?"

Dumbledore's voice was grave as he answered. "Draco Malfoy has been expelled Harry. I had no choice, he could not remain here after what he did. He knew exactly what he was doing, and how badly it would affect you when he slipped you those potions. I do not like to expel students, but I have a duty to protect all who study here. I cannot let someone remain here, when they have tried to cause immense damage to another student." Dumbledore's face was very sad now, he feared that Draco was beyond saving, and would turn fully to the dark arts. Dumbeldore had never expelled a student before, and even after what Draco had done he hated having to do so.

As he finished speaking, Dumbledore noticed how exhausted and drained Harry was becoming. "Harry that is enough questions for now." He said kindly but firmly. "You may ask me anything you like when you are more fully rested. But for now, you must rest and heal." Dumbledore's hand rested gently on Harry's head, stroking his hair in a grandfatherly way. "You are not insane Harry, I promise you, you are not insane. Everything will be allright Harry, rest now."

Harry hoped Dumbledore wouldn't leave him there alone. He felt as if Dumbledore's hand on his was his only link to reality. If Dumbledore left, maybe he'd sink back into insanity and chaos again. As usual Dumbledore seemed to know what Harry was thinking, as he said gently. "I will stay with you Harry, I will still be here when you wake up, don't be afraid." Once again a gentle grandfatherly hand ruffled his hair, rested gently on his head. "Try to sleep now Harry, I will watch over you I promise."

Exhausted Harry drifted into a fitfull restless sleep, where he once again relived the horrors he had suffered. Dumbledore's face was lined with concern and sadness, as he watched Harry toss and turn, heard him cry out in his sleep. Dumbledore's grip on Harry's hand tightened, as though he hoped his touch might calm Harry somehow. As he reached out with his other hand, and smoothed Harry's brow tenderly. Harry seemed a little calmer, so Dumbledore kept stroking his brow, and mumering soothing soft words to the sleeping boy.

As Harry slept, there was a soft footstep on the floor, and a shadow fell across the bed. A tall witch, in emerald green robes, stood looking down at Harry. Her normally stern face, was concerned, almost motherly.

"How is he, Albus ?" Minerva McGonagall whispered softly.

"He sleeps, but not as peacefully as I would like. He has suffered so much already, Minerva, and now this." Dumbledore's voice was full of deep sorrow, and shook slightly with worry and exhuastion.

"Will he ..." Minerva struggled to continue for a moment, then forced herself to go on. "He will recover fully, won't he ?"

"I hope so, I very much hope so" Albus whispered. "All we can do is give him all the time he needs, be there for him. I should have protected him better, should have prevented this." Albus added sadly, sounding close to tears.

"Nonsence, don't you dare blame yourself for this. We both know there's only one person to blame." Minerva's eyes were full of fury as she said this. "You saved him Albus, you brought him back. I, for one, am gratefull for that."

For a few minutes they watched Harry sleep, then Minerva spoke softly. "The children, Albus, his friends, they are desperate to see him. Could we permit a short visit now ?"

"Harry needs to sleep and rest." Albus thought for a moment, before continuing. He knew how much Ron and Hermione cared for Harry, knew they would hate waiting. Harry needed rest though, and it might worry his friends to see Harry like this. "If they visit him now, see him like this, it may distress them needlessly. Tell them that he is asleep now, and that they may see him when he wakes. Please reassure them that he is well, I would not wish them to worry."

"Very well, I will tell them." Minerva turned to leave, then turned back, and whispered. "Sleep well Harry."

Later the next day, Hermione and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room discussing their first visit with Harry. They had both been happy to see Harry, but had also found it rather uncomfortable and strange. Harry hadn't really said much to them, most of the time he'd sat in silence, either staring out of the window, or staring at the wall with blank, half dead eyes. When he had looked at them, it had been as if he wasn't sure who they really were. Dumbledore, had seen how worried they were, and had tried to reassure them. He'd smiled at them, and offered them a lemon drop, as he tried to explain what had happened. They couldn't help but notice, though, that Dumbledore's eyes didn't twinkle in the way they normally did. Dumbledore had also asked them to keep things as secret as possible. He'd explained how it was very important that Voldemort thought his plan had succeeded, and asked them not to discuss matters with the other students more than they had to.

"It's freaky Hermione" Ron said. "He looks at me all the time like he doesn't think I'm really me."

"Well maybe you aren't really you" joked Hermione, a little unkindly.

"What ?!" screamed Ron in panic.

"Oh Ron of course you're you. I was just joking" Hermione laughed.

"Well don't" said Ron glaring at her grumpily for a moment. "Anyway it is freaky, really freaky. Maybe he's still a bit nuts or something."

"Don't be stupid Ron." snapped Hermione, who was worried about harry herself. "Of course he's not still nuts. You know what Dumbledore said, he's been through a very traumatic experience, he needs time, lots of time, but he will be all right."

"Will he ?" said Ron, who hated the thought of his best mate, maybe, not getting better. Normally, what Hermione said made sense, even if she could be a bit irritating at times. This time, though, Ron wasn't sure. "Dumbledore didn't actually say he'd be allright, and I think Dumbledore's worried too."

"Of course he's worried, we all are." sighed Hermione. "But I trust Dumbldore, if anyone can help harry he can." Her voice sounded just a little doubtful though.

They sat in silence for a while, till Ron said, with a tremble in his voice. "Mione, what if no one can help him ?"

Hermione didn't know what to say, so she reached out and took Rons hand in hers. They sat heads bowed, hoping their friend would be alright in the end. Finally Ron said "I'm not giving up on him, we've got to keep believing"

Hermoine nodded silently in agreement, as she remembered Dumbledore's words, about how much Harry would need friends like her and Ron now.

Harry had stayed in the hospital wing for a few days. Then knowing how miserable Harry was there, Dumbledore had taken Harry to stay in his own private quarters. He had made a room of Harry's own, just across the passage from his room. It was light and airy, decorated in Gryffindor colours. Normally Harry would have loved it, but he still found it hard to raise enthusiam for anything. He'd done his best to thank Dumbledore. To smile and pretend he liked it, but he was sure Dumbledore had sensed his indifference. Dumbeldore had looked at Harry, with tender eyes full of compassion, and said. "This room will always be here for you Harry, you may consider it your home if you wish" That at least had made Harry happy, untill the nightmare images returned once again to haunt him. Would he ever be free of them he wondered desperately.

Harry spoke every day with Dumbledore, sitting by the fire with him as Dumbledore tried to help him. To draw the memories, and the torment out of Harry. Harry doubted if it really helped, but Dumbledore seemed convinced it would. Harry was just glad to spend time with Dumbledore. On the rare occassions when Dumbledore had to leave him, Harry was miserable and afraid, half scared of which Dumbledore he would see when his headmaster returned.

It was during one of these talks, that Dumbledore told Harry that he must start to learn occlumency very soon. Dumbledore was determined that Voldemort would not be able to attack Harry mentally again, and would give Harry intensive tuition himself, once Harry was a little better.

"But what if he tries to attack again now, or before I'm good enough at occlumency to keep him out ?" Harry asked, terrified at the thought of enduring any further nightmarish attacks.

"Harry, both Professor Snape and I are convinced that there is no immediate danger of further attack." Dumbledore answered, looking at Harry kindly, and patting him reassuringly on the arm. " As you already know, Voldemort still believes that Professor Snape is in his employ as a spy. This allows Severus to feed Voldemort false information. At present, he has Voldemort convinced that his plan suceeded perfectly, that you are insane, and that I am near to breaking also. Voldemort thinks his plan has worked perfectly."

"But can we be sure that Voldemort really believes Snape ?" Harry asked, still worried.

"Harry, it was very easy to convince Voldemort of the success of his plan. He was already delighted with his own genius, gloating over his cleverness." Dumbledore's voice was full of disgust and contempt. "Sevrus only needed to tell Voldemort what he already expected to hear, and he was convinced that he had suceeded completely. He glories in his own success and thinks himself close to victory. It should be easy to keep the pretence going for quite some time yet, do not worry Harry, for the present you are safe."

Dumbledore sounded so sure, that Harry had relaxed and trusted him. Though he still worried a little about the future, but mostly he was just drained, and exhausted still. Trying to come to terms with what had happened to him.

Dumbledore said Harry was better now, told him that all he needed was time to recover, from what had been a terrible ordeal. Seeing Harry's fears written in his drawn, still pale face, he tried to convince him that he wasn't insane. Never had been insane. It'd just been the combined effects of the potions, draco had been slipping into harrys food, and Voldemorts invasion of his mind.

But Harry still didn't feel right. He often felt as if he was walking through a dream, or a nightmare. He was constantly afraid to loose his sanity. Thinking he saw dark shadows vanishing round corners, or that he heard whispers in the dark. He wasn't sure if they were in his mind, or really there, he felt detached, like a shade that walks in a dream world. Sometimes he pinched himself to test if he was conscious or not. When he heard himself say ouch, he doubted if the voice was his own, wasn't sure if he had really spoken or not. Maybe he just thought he had.

Nothing interested Harry any more, not even quidditch. Images of what had happened played constantly in his mind, tormenting him. Had this been what Voldemort wanted all along ? He sat in his room in dumbledore's quarters, or wandered aimless and hollow eyed, unable to free himself of the memorys that haunted him. He knew those memorys weren't real but they felt real, they were so intense.

Part of Harry suspected everyone these days. Half expected to see them change before his eyes, into a deatheater, or catch them out in some machivellean plot. The only one he felt safe with was Dumbledore. Something about Dumbledore's presence seemed to have a calming effect on Harry, somehow he seemed to radiate calmness. Sitting alone in his room, Harry started to think about this. 'I should have known.' thought Harry 'I was so stupid, if I'd just remembered about Dumbledores calmness, I would have known they weren't really him. I would have known, it's all my fault, I should have known.'

Entering Harry's room, Dumbledore found Harry, head hanging, guilt in his eyes. Placing a gentle hand under Harry's chin he lifted his head, and asked "Harry what's wrong ? Please tell me".

The concern in Dumbeldore's voice only made Harry feel even worse. So he sat in silence, eyes refusing to meet Dumbledores, who seemed to sense how Harry felt.

"It's not your fault Harry" Dumbledore said gently. "You couldn't have known. Voldemort is an extremely skilled legimens. Wizards considerably older, and wiser than you would have been equally badly affected. Add to that, the potions Malfoy was slipping into your meals made you particularly vunerable to Voldermorts attack"

"I still should have known" whispered Harry "I should have known that none of those other Dumbledores felt like you do, I should have known they were all wrong"

"Harry you did know it. I saw what you saw remember, but more than that, I felt what you felt, and you trusted me right untill the very end. You kept believing in me, despite being under the most intense intolerable pressure. You showed the most incredible courage and loyalty Harry. I am so very proud of you, and thank you for your trust in me."

"But I doubted you." whispered Harry, so quietly he could barely be heard. "I didn't trust you enough."

"Harry, listen to me." Dumbledore's voice was intense almost commanding. "You must not do this to yourself. Blaming yourself to such an extent is not healthy. Particularly when you are very much the innocent party in this, and do not deserve any blame." Dumbledore's hand gripped his firmly. "Harry, my dear boy, I beg you, do not do this to yourself. I assure you it was perfectly correct to doubt me, given the circumstances, you would have been a fool if you had not doubted me."

When Harry did not answer, Dumbledore continued. "Harry, I assure you Harry, I speak the truth, you are not to blame. You must be gentle with yourself, and allow yourself time to recover from something so traumatic. I am here for you harry, and will help you through this, I promise." Dumbledore's hand still gripped his, normally Harry would have found it embarrassing, but now he enjoyed, and was grateful, for the comfort it gave. Dumbledore's words had made him feel a bit better, but he still worried all the time if he would ever be truly himself again.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with concerned eyes, he knew Harry was still worried about something.

"Harry ? Something else is worrying you, please tell me what it is, perhaps I can help." He asked gently.

Harry sat in silence, feeling as if he was trapped behind a wall, he wasn't used to talk about his deepest fears. Normally he preferred to keep things to himself. He wanted so much to break down the wall, and tell Dumbledore how he felt, but it seemed as if he couldn't make his voice form the words. Dumbledore's hand rested on his shoulder now, it felt warm and soft, like a faint memory of being comforted as a young child.

"I know it isn't easy for you to speak about your feelings Harry, I understand. Please try to talk to me though Harry."

"What if I never get better ? What if I'm never Me again ?" Harry's voice cracked, and fell apart, as tears flooded down his face. At once Dumbledore's arm was round his shoulders, holding him tenderly.

"Harry, you will heal, you will be you again, I am sure of it, please trust me." Dumbledore's own voice sounded close to tears now too. "I am here for you, I will always be here for you. We will get there in the end Harry. You will heal, it will just take some time."

"What about Voldemort ?" Harry's voice shook on the final word. "I don't have time. I have to fight him, the prophecy ..."

"Harry, my dear Harry," Dumbeldore answered softly. "I just want you to get well, don't worry about Voldemort or the prophecy. All that matters is that you rest and heal, let others worry about Voldemort. I just want you to be safe and happy."

"So I'm not just a weapon then ? You didn't keep me safe just so I could one day kill Voldemort for you ?" Harry couldn't help it, he had to ask the question that had haunted him ever since he'd woken in the hospital wing. As soon as he'd spoken, he felt sick with terror and shame, half fearing that Dumbledore would be angry with him for doubting him, after all he'd done for him. How could he have said something like this to Dumbledore ? Hadn't Dumbledore more than proven his caring for Harry, espeicially recently. Harry's head dropped in shame once more, and he began to stammer words of apology.

"Shhhhhh Harry, it's allright. I understand" Dumbledore's arm was still round his shoulder. If anything he was held tighter than before, pressed in against Dumbledore's side. "Harry I am glad you asked me this, I want you to be able to speak to me about anything. Harry, my dear dear Harry, to me you have always been much much more than just a weapon. To me you have always been just Harry, the grandson I never had. " Dumbledores voice was gentle and soothing as he continued "Why do you think I always tried to keep you safe ? It was love Harry, it was always love, just love."

Harry knew then that everything would be allright. It always was allright when dumbledore was around, and Harry knew now that Dumbledore would be always there for him. Resting his head on dumbledore's shoulder, safely held in his protective arms, harry slept peacefully for the first time in a long while.

THE END

Author's notes

Well, I hope the ending wasn't too mushy ?

Originally it was going to be just the one chapter, and would have ended as chapter one ended. That seemed such a dark depressing ending though, and I absolutely love happy mushy endings so I had to write one. It all came from a strange, weird, warped idea I got, while sitting in a car day dreaming, don't worry lol someone else was driving.

I do think, maybe I could have developed things more, turned this into a longer story, but I'm so into working on my story, Through Dumbledore's Eyes, that I didn't want anything to distract me from that for too long. And writing this story was the hardest one so far, I'm the author lol and I got totally confused at times. I was so glad when it was finished and swore I wouldn't write any more for at least a couple of weeks. Within two days I was bored, life seemed emptier, and I started writing again.

Btw did anyone guess ? Or notice the tiny clue in chapter one, to it all being a plot of Voldemort's ?

please review, I'd like to hear people's opinions. Getting reviews makes my day. thanks.