I had the honor of having Dumbledore train me. I couldn't even compare him to Father. Father dealt with evil magic. Dumbledore was good. But they were both very talented wizards.

"You need to fight with good," he tells me for the hundredth time.

"They'll be expecting it," I retort. He knew I didn't mean anything by it. We were both in the zone. 

"Then give me something I won't expect!" he says back sharply, extending his wand.

I point mine at him as well.

"Expell-"

"Stupefy!" I call out.

Dumbledore falls back. I rush over and extend my arm to him. "Imperio," he says.

Instantly, I'm under his control. I freeze, unable to voice my complaints. 

"Never, and I do mean never, assist the enemy."

I feel the spell release and let out a deep breath. "Of course. I was just worried."

He chuckles. "I may be old, but I still have a fire in me."

I smile. "I didn't mean to offend you," I say.

"Oh, you didn't offend me. I'm old enough to know when someone wishes to offend me."

I smile. "Right."

"Again."

All of a sudden, the Great Hall doors open. Hermione walks in, a book in her hand. "I've found something!" she declares.

Dumbledore and I crowd in together. 

She finally looks up and is shocked by how close we are. I step away and clear my throat and Dumbledore follows. 

"What did you find?" he asked.

"Well, you mentioned something about Voldemort having horcruxes, right, Dumbledore?"

"Yes, that's right," he says, clearly on edge.

"Well there was another man. In the past. He had horcruxes. His name was Augustus Walker. He wasn't as strong as Voldemort, but he, too, craved immortality. But there was also a man named Clarke Jenson who sought to destroy this man. He didn't want someone like that in his village. But when he tried to kill him, it didn't work. Clarke was puzzled. But here it says that a man came to him, he wasn't sure if it was real or a dream, but the man said to him, "destroy the chest which lays in the rubble." At first, Clarke was completely confused. What on earth could he mean?" She pauses for emphasis.

"Oh, please, Miss Granger, get on with it," Dumbledore pleads.

She sighs. "Clarke realized what the man meant eventually and destroyed it, unsure how this would affect him. But he saw Augustuse's face when he destroyed it and realized that he had tucked his soul away into random objects. But Clarke didn't ever find the other one's. He took out Walker's heart and kept it locked in an iron chest. He supposedly had it transplanted into his own body and killed himself."

Dumbldore glances at me. "Miss Granger... who would we have sacrifice themselves?"

"Me."

Oh, no, not him. I would recognize that voice anywhere. 

"Absolutely not," Dumbledore tells the voice. 

I finally force myself to look at him. He doesn't look happy about it, but he does look brave.

"Harry, you can't," I say.

"I can and I will. It's me he wants."

"There are other ways," Dumbledore says majestically. I know he knows something, but he isn't spilling. 

"Like what?" Hermione asks.

Dumbledore smiles. It looks sly and very strange on Dumbledore, the kind, old wizard. Now he really looks how they describe him- powerful. "I musn't say. But all will be well for you."

Harry, Hermione, and I look at each other. What on earth is he talking about?

But when we look back at Dumbledore, he's disappeared. 

"Where'd he go?" Hermione asked.

"He apparated," Harry said quietly. Something was bothering him. I would have to ask him about it later. 

"Why did he, though? We were all discussing options."

"He's up to something," I mutter. 

"Yes," Harry says, "but the question is, what is he up to?"

Hermione and I share a shocked glance.  

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"Leave me alone! I don't want you near me! Can't you take a hint?" 

"No, Harry, stop! Oh, please stop! You don't mean it!" I gasp and open my eyes, wiping the sweat off of my brow. I pant heavily, telling myself to forget it, he said sorry. But Harry's harsh words hurt me. A lot. I shake my head and hold my stomach, as I feel the pressure of tears start coming. I must not cry. I will not cry. 

"Be quiet," Parvati Patil murmurs from somewhere across the room.

I lay back down, trying to do as she said. I bite my lip to quench the tears.

I taste blood, a sharp, metallic taste, and release my bite.  I take in a deep breath, pulling the covers over me tightly, so that I feel like I'm in an igloo. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to get some rest. I needed my strength.

But sleep never came.

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