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�After your death, forces were formed. The Evans, The Blacks, and The Potter�s; the few who choose to fight against Voldermort.�

Harry almost took pleasure in The Black�s, knowing Sirius would have taken amusement is the blasphemy of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. It would probably send Mrs. Black into such a fit; knocking her portrait off the wall at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

�They fight along side of the Phoenix�s, giving their lives to protect against Voldermort, and the Order. The Evans raided after defending a group of Muggles from the fleets of Voldist. They killed six Deatheaters that day�and scarified nearly three times as many.� She remembered the smell of dying magic, thick layers of it coating dead bodies. Their eyes still open, kept lifelike from the power that still streamed through them. Hands still white from clutching wands. A sight that would make even the strongest lose their stomach.

�After giving each graves, we decided to retreat to the Black�s caves. Apparating was too risky, not with Voldist magic still hanging on survivors. We were going to use the surviving port keys, one of the few safe travels.

Harry lifted his eyes, hearing the sob that wobbled Hermione�s body. Her eyes never left the purple-crusted window, but he knew she wasn�t seeing it. Memories entrancing her with a past he wished he could of shielded her from.

�What we didn�t know is they had survived on purpose.� Bitterness shelled her body, making each word quiver with it. �They were tainted, sending us into a Deatheater battle.� She clenched her fist around her wand, through thick robes until her fingers ached from the pressure. �Only a few were able to apparate before curses destroyed them.�

�We t�tried to protect the Evan�s. Dumbledore�� She remembered the tears soaking his gray beard silver, after the Deatheaters fled. The agony of hearing his sobs, while they gathered the dead. Most of them were former students he watched grow, and now were lying lifeless before him. �He fought them off, but there were dozens. Many were too weak to defend themselves. I�I t�t�tried to protect t�them but��

Harry knew the torment of watching others die, the flash of helplessness while watching Cedric die before his eyes. His stomach burning white hot, with the memory.

Hermione wiped her face furiously, trying to regain composure. Taking several minutes before blinking away her �He was different after that day. Less at peace, disconnected with the world. He grew more so every passing day, till he disappeared six years ago.�

�How do you know he died?� No hope leeched onto the words, for he had none left.

�Four years ago, a little after two years since his disappearance, Fawkes came back.� The Phoenix arrived, looking like he was about to burst into a thousand tiny flames. It eyes shined with tears, wings battered, and several featherless patches in his dulled red coat. �He brought news, of Dumbledore�s death. A note from Dumbledore simply stating, �I have fallen to the hand of Voldermort. Albus Dumbledore.��

Harry wanted only to escape, to run back to the world he had known. Where pain only tainted his soul, where it didn�t devour the entire of the Wizarding world. A place where Dumbledore was not so broken by death, he still beamed life. Where Hermione didn�t seem to be ready to shatter into a thousand pieces.

�A parcel addressed to me, arrived nearly three days later. Opening only when I was alone.� Hermione wiped the tears from her face, which now left a wide wet waterfall down the front of her robes. �It was spelled, containing a box addressed to you.� She chose not to mention that she had tried to open it, using every spell and several muggle inventions. �His wand, a note to me and a� spell. The one that brought you back to us.� She whispered, returning her hand to rub her robed wand.

Harry felt the choke of vomit, knowing that Dumbledore had hopes of him living again. �What was in the box?�

�I don�t know.� Only the shimmer of Harry�s name, whenever she touched it gave her any indication that it was not a solid brick of wood. �Only you can open it.�

Battling against the gag that would surely release his stomach, Harry tried to push himself up. He wanted on his feet, to feel the least bit of control return to him and not the power in him.

�He said that he had to leave. Beneath the rubble that was Gringotts, lay a vault that contained magic that could defeat Voldermort.� She felt nervousness, thinking of the Goblins still infested within the rubble. Scurrying about, protecting the vaults buried deep within the earth, attacking those who dared to trespass. �He recovered the spell, destroying all others that could be used by the Order of Voldist.�

Harry struggled against his own muscles, fighting for control against the weakness that soaked his very soul. Only the power seemed to keep him upright, stiffening his spine with its strength.

�Why did he send his wand?� Dumbledore would not have sent his wand; it could have helped him escape from attack.

�He did not say.� Hermione didn�t lean on the question long, concentrating instead on pushing the memories back from the white-hot acid to a soft tingling. She could rebury them forever; seal them off now that she had told Harry the truth.

His throat convulsed, forcing his stomach to lurch with a gag. The new magic within him joined the revolt, his stomach clenching until he felt scolding vomit crossing his tongue.

Hermione turned from the window, just in time to see the black rot of food dripping from Harry�s tongue. Shocking her forward, until she stood before him. The smell of rotting vomit emitted in great wafts, until Hermione felt nausea. It bubbling from the stomach acid it had been residing in only moments ago. �Harry.�

He couldn�t stop the gagging, his body falling forward until his knees hit with a loud whack. The feel of warm sickness soaked through his robes, heating his chilled leg.

�Harry! Are you alright?� Hermione choked, touching the small boys head. Terror of losing him again, making her pull her wand. His hands shaking wearily, after nearly a minute of gagging.

�NO!�
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