A/N ~ So sorry for the late update!! This chapter took longer than I thought it would.

Tysm for the patience and supportive messages, u guys are so nice to me and for what🥲

Oh well, here it is, enjoy :)

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"Crucio!"

Bellatrix had used the curse so effortlessly with Y/N and she deserved to be treated like how she treated Y/N.

Bellatrix screamed.

The spell had knocked her off her feet, but she did not writhe and shriek with pain as Y/N had.

She was already back on her feet, breathless, no longer laughing.

"Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?" Bellatrix had abandoned her baby voice now. "You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain- to enjoy it!"

Harry didn't listen.

He raised his wand and sent lord knows what curse at Bellatrix's direction, but she simply flicked her wrist and deflected it.

"Potter, you cannot win against me!" she cried.

He could hear her moving to the right, trying to get a clear shot of him.

"I'm going to give you one chance!" shouted Bellatrix. "Give me the prophecy... roll it out towards me now- and I may spare your life!"

"Well, you're going to have to kill me, because it's gone!" Harry roared- he felt a sudden rush of fury strike his scar.

"You lie!" Bellatrix shrieked, sending another curse at him, but it hit part of the statue on the fountain in front of him.

"He knows!" Harry added, with a mad laugh to match Bellatrix's own. "Your dear old mate Voldemort knows it's gone! He's not going to be happy with you, is he?"

"What? What do you mean?" Bellatrix cried, and for the first time there was fear in her voice.

"The prophecy smashed when Tonks stunned Lucius Malfoy! What do you think Voldemort'll say about that, then?" His scar seared and burned... the pain was making his eyes stream

"LIAR!" Bellatrix shrieked, but he could hear the terror in her voice. "YOU'VE GOT IT, POTTER, AND YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME! Accio prophecy! ACCIO PROPHECY!"

"Nothing there!" Harry shouted. "Nothing to summon! It smashed and nobody heard what it said, tell your boss that!"

"No!" Bellatrix screamed. "It isn't true, you're lying! MASTER, I TRIED, I TRIED- DO NOT PUNISH ME!"

"Don't waste your breath!" yelled Harry, his eyes screwed up against the pain in his scar, now more terrible than ever. "He can't hear you from here!"

"Can't I, Potter?" said a high, cold voice.

Harry opened his eyes.

Tall, thin and black-hooded, his terrible snakelike face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupilled eyes staring...

Voldemort had appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointing at Harry who stood frozen, unable to move.

"So, you smashed my prophecy?" said Voldemort, staring at Harry with his blood-shot eyes. "No, Bella, he is not lying... I see the truth from within his worthless mind..."

"My Lord, please have mercy," Bellatrix cried, "It was Lucius! Lucius dropped the prophecy, My Lord-"

"Months of preparation, months of effort..." Voldemort hissed.

Bellatrix continued to beg for mercy, but Voldemort ignored her.

"On the bright side," Voldemort smiled evilly. "I have seen what Y/N Scamander has done to one of my death eaters... useful she is, indeed... now I understand why she was part of the prophecy."

Harry suddenly felt the urge to jump forwards and tackle Voldemort to the ground.

"However, she's not so much use now-" Voldemort snarled. "now that she's been tortured to such pathetic state- by you, Bella. "

"Master, I am sorry! I knew not, I knew not she was useful!" sobbed Bellatrix, flinging herself down at Voldemort's feet. "Master, you should know-"

"Be quiet, Bella," said Voldemort dangerously. "I shall deal with you in a moment."

"But Master- the boy has help- help bellow-"

Voldemort paid no attention.

"I have nothing more to say to you, Potter," he said quietly. "You have irked me too often, for too long. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry had not even opened his mouth to resist; his mind was blank, his wand pointing uselessly at the floor.

But the headless golden statue of the wizard in the fountain had sprung alive, leaping from its plinth to land with a crash on the floor between Harry and Voldemort.

The spell merely glanced off its chest as the statue flung out its arms to protect Harry.

"What-?" cried Voldemort, staring around. And then he breathed, "Dumbledore!"

Harry looked behind him, his heart pounding.

Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden gates of the hall.

Voldemort raised his wand and a jet of green light streaked at Dumbledore. But Dumbledore turned and was gone in a whirling of his cloak.

Bellatrix took her chance of escape and ran for one of the fireplaces, before disappearing in the mist of emerald flames.

Meanwhile, the headless statue thrust Harry backwards, away from the fight.

"It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom," said Dumbledore calmly. "The Aurors are on their way."

"By which time I shall be gone, and you will be dead!" spat Voldemort.

He sent another Killing Curse at Dumbledore but missed, instead hitting the security guard's desk, which burst into flames.

"You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?" called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed at the old wizard. "Above such brutality, are you?"

"We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to walk towards Voldemort as though he had no fear in the world.

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" snarled Voldemort.

"You are quite wrong," said Dumbledore, still closing in upon Voldemort and speaking lightly.

Harry felt scared to see him walking along, undefended, shieldless- he wanted to cry out a warning, but his headless guard kept shunting him backwards towards the wall.

"Your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness." said Dumbledore calmly. "And that is what will bring you to your end."

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They were in a long and dark hallway on the third floor of the Ministry, with Sturgis Podmore accompanying them.

Neville, Luna, Ron and Ginny were sitting with their backs against the wall, and Ginny was asking Podmore questions every minute.

Luna was chewing on her bottom lip anxiously, and Ron and Neville were glancing worriedly at Y/N every now and then.

It's so dark... Y/N thought to herself.

She was lying on her back on the hard and cold floor. Her fingers were twitching every few seconds.

She was aware of her surroundings- she could hear faint and urgent whispers from a few feet to her right.

She wanted to join in the conversation, whatever it was about, but her eyelids were abnormally heavy.

"...I've read about the Cruciatus Curse- she has to be left alone, untouched, until she wakes up..."

Hermione's voice, Y/N thought.

She was the closest to her, since her voice was the clearest one.

"But she's not going to wake up if we don't wake her up!"

Ginny's voice...

"Ginny, Hermione is right." said the voice of Sturgis Podmore, a member of the Order. "We have to lay low until we get help. We can't leave until the Aurors come and they find Harry-"

"Hermione?" Y/N said weakly. Her voice sounded like it needed stretching. "Hermione..."

"She's awake!" Hermione whispered urgently, her face lighting up with hope. "Ron, Neville, Luna, Gin, come here, quick!"

The four quickly got up from the floor and rushed over to surround Y/N, who was lying in front of Hermione with her arms and leg sprawled.

"Y/N, listen, I'm going to ask you some questions, OK?" Hermione said urgently, putting a hand on her shoulder. "no, no-! You don't have to get up... Y/N-"

But Y/N had sat up.

Her head spun and she could see black shapes and shadows form in front of her for a few seconds.

When the shadows cleared, she could see Hermione's face examining her worriedly, only a few inches away from her own face.

Luna, Ron, Ginny and Neville were only slightly behind Hermione and were all smiling at Y/N like she was some miracle.

"Alright, you can sit but don't move," Hermione said firmly, her eyes were glued to Y/N firmly. "Alright, first question... can you hear me?"

"No, I don't think so..." Y/N replied flatly, before breaking into a smirk.

"Yep, she's definitely alright, mystery over." Ron said, trying to hide his sudden urge to laugh.

"Good." Hermione said grimly, ignoring Ron. "Now, tell me what-"

"Hermione, I don't think it's a good idea to ask her too many questions-"

"Mr Podmore, please trust me on this." Hermione said impatiently. "I mean this in the most polite way, but my best friend might've lost her memory and I know her best, so please remain quiet until I'm done."

The blonde Auror had opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it when Hermione sent him a harsh look.

"Yes... I think that's fair." he said, clearing his throat loudly.

"Hermione, where are the others?" Y/N asked suddenly, darting her eyes back and forth at the people in the room.

"H-Hermione?" Hermione whispered, a spreading smile on her face. "you remember me? You remember my name-?"

"What, you think I actually lost my memory?" Y/N laughed slightly, rubbing her eyes and feeling the back of her head ache painfully.

"N-No, of course not," Hermione said, but she had a wide grin plastered on her face. "Still though... how many fingers am I holding?"

She made a peace sign and shoved it in front of Y/N's face.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and stared at Hermione, not knowing if she was being serious or not.

"Fourtyseven?" Y/N said, grinning cheekily.

"Well, that's definitely our Y/N," Ginny said with an identical grin.

"What are the names of these people?" Hermione asked urgently, nodding her head at everyone in the hallway.

"Luna, Ginny, Neville, Ron, Sturgis and you, Hermy." Y/N replied, grinning cheekily at her friend, who smiled warmly to herself in relief.

"Thank heavens... how're you feeling?" Hermione asked softly.

"Numb... everywhere." Y/N said, feeling her own arms. "I see weird shapes everywhere... my fingers are twitching like crazy and I think I fractured my skull a little, 'cause the back of my head is throbbing. Is everyone alright?"

"Lots better now that we know you're alright," said Ron, who was smiling in relief for the past minutes.

Luna, Ginny and Neville nodded in agreement.

"Are you alright?" Y/N asked, turning back to Hermione.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Hermione asked, her voice sounded offended.

"Because you were nearly choked to death only thirty minutes ago?" Y/N said bitterly.

"Oh- well, yeah- no- I'm completely fine." Hermione replied, looking slightly confused. "th-thanks... by the way... for what you did back there-"

"Forget it. Literally." Y/N said quickly, feeling her stomach tie into a knot as she remembered what she'd done.

"Rolf was really worried," said Luna in her soft voice, "he'd be relieved to know that you're alright."

There was a moment of pure silence.

"Wait... where is Rolf?" Y/N asked.

Hermione and Ginny looked at each other hesitantly.

"He's still in the battle," Luna replied, her voice as feathery as ever- perhaps from fear, but Y/N couldn't tell. "so is Harry."

"I'm joining them," Y/N said firmly, getting up to her feet, but Hermione, Ron and Neville quickly pushed her back down.

"You aren't going anywhere." Ron snapped.

"Hey, my whole family is there!" Y/N shot back at him heatedly. "My godfather, my brother, my... Harry, my soon-to-be-godmother-"

"You can't join. That's final." Sturgis Podmore said sternly.

"Mr Podmore, please let us deal with this," Hermione said fiercely, whirling at the Auror, before turning back to Y/N. "but he's right, Y/N. You're staying here-"

"I was the one who saved Sirius' life!" Y/N protested.

"Yeah, but then you passed out the moment after!" Ron's face was turning bright scarlet.

"If Ginny was there you would go help her too!" Y/N bellowed, looking around for a single person to back her up, but they were all shaking their heads. "Ron, you wouldn't let any of your siblings risk their lives, too-!"

"Exactly! That's why you aren't going anywhere!" Ron shouted. "Rolf is of age, you're not, and you're hallucinating!"

"Excuse me, I'm not hallucinating-"

"You just told us you're seeing shapes!"

"Trapezoids won't stop me from killing a bitch-!"

But Y/N was suddenly cut off by an extremely loud bang and the terrifying sound of shattering glass.

Hermione screamed and Neville and Ginny yelled frighteningly.

The explosion was so loud they all had to bring their hands up to their ears and shut their eyes, ducking down and shielding the top of their heads.

Then, it was silent. The only sound being their heavy breathing.

"What the fuck, Y/N-!"

"That wasn't me!" Y/N said defensively, glaring at Ron. "I can feel it when my powers are activated, but that wasn't me, I swear!"

"Then what the hell was that?" Ginny asked with widened eyes.

"I know what it is," Luna said matter-of-factly, "dad had always said that the Ministry bred Exploding Wicklewings!"

"They aren't Exploding Wickle-anything," Sturgis said firmly, frowning at the direction of the main hall curiously. "Right, you all have to stay rooted here while I go check the commotion-"

The six burst into protests.

"We're tired of waiting-"

"Harry's still out there-"

"Exploding Wicklewings are majestic insects-!"

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!" Sturgis bellowed, raising his hands in surrender. "But stand behind me, and if anything happens, run back to this hallway. It's the safest and most secretive place here. And someone's gotta help Y/N."

"I will," said Luna brightly.

"You think I can't walk?" Y/N said stubbornly, pushing herself up from the floor. "Because I most definitely can... not. I cannot. Nope, Luna, please help me..."

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The place was a mess.

Shards of glass covered the floor and the windows from the departments above were wrecked.

The fountain was destroyed, pieces of the golden statues were thrown everywhere.

Hermione, Y/N, Ginny, Ron, Luna and Neville froze, as the sight of Dumbledore and Harry came into view.

Dumbledore was crouching on the floor next to Harry, who lay curled in his spot, breathing heavily.

Y/N stopped dead and stared at him, panting slightly from all the running.

For a moment, his emerald eyes were terrifyingly red, and so was his glowing mood ring.

Voldemort was there... and he had taken over Harry again.

However, Y/N knew, even from a dozen yards away, that he- Harry, not Voldemort- saw her...

For the scarlet eyes had warmed down and was no longer glowing, as Harry's eyes met Y/N's...

Harry looked at her and felt a rush of relief-

She looking sunken and drained, but she was alive... and gazing at him with hope.

Five minutes ago, he felt as though he was going to die from the pain on his forehead and the awful memories Voldemort had filled his brain with.

However, somehow, the sight of his friends made the bright and hopeful memories from the past years return to his mind...

The day he first went on the Hogwarts Express, when Y/N fell into his compartment...

Him, Y/N, Hermione and Ron laughing in Hogsmeade...

Sirius telling him he was proud...

Y/N and Remus laughing in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place...

And dammit, that smile Y/N had...

The feeling of butterflies, the sound of laughter...

Voldemort didn't have any of that.

And that was enough for Harry to know, for sure, that he had won.

"You're the weak one." Harry breathed, speaking directly to Voldemort. "and you'll never know love, or friendship... and I feel sorry for you..."

Just like that, he felt Voldemort detach from his mind.

Voldemort let out a growl of fury and Harry yelled in pain, as his scar burned... and the next moment, it stopped.

His chest heaved up and down uncontrollably and his surroundings started to reappear. Everything suddenly went cold.

Voldemort was crouching over him.

"You're a fool, Harry potter..." He hissed. "and you will lose everything."

Y/N felt a rising panic grow in her chest, but just as Voldemort was about to raise his wand to perform the killing curse, figures appeared from the fireplaces along the hall.

Voldemort looked up as Cornelius fudge stepped out of an emerald fire, along with a dozen other Aurors.

When the Minister walked into the hall, his eyes fell on Harry, then Dumbledore, then Voldemort.

He gasped and froze in his spot.

Voldemort didn't wait another moment- he flicked his wand and disappeared from sight.

"He's back." Fudge whispered breathlessly, his mouth wide agape.

No. Shit.

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"Remus- Rolf-!"

Y/N could cry of happiness.

There they were- the both them, bruised and cut in several places, but they were there and alive.

Y/N didn't mind the shards of glass that were under her shoes as she ran across the crowded hall into Remus and Rolf's arms.

"Thank bloody heaven," she cried, crushing the both of them tightly in her arms.

"You're alright," it was the first time Y/N has ever heard Remus sound absolutely terrified. "Rolf told me about Bellatrix- I- I thought I'd lost you-"

"Fucking hell, I told you not to come!" Rolf said painfully, but he hugged his sister tightly.

"Rolf," Remus said scoldingly.

"Where's- where's Tonks?" Y/N asked, finally pulling away from the two of them.

"She got injured quite badly." said Remus quietly, his face going pale. "they sent her to St Mungo's... she's in the emergency room..."

"She'll be alright, Remus." Y/N said firmly, putting a hand on her godfather's shoulder comfortingly.

"She better be," Remus said weakly- his eyes were filled with worry. "I'm tired of losing people that I love."

Y/N and Rolf did a double-take.

They blinked blankly at Remus for a few seconds.

"Well, I mean you guys love her, right?" Remus said quickly. "Badass Hufflepuff, remember? If she's love-worthy for my children then she's love-worthy for me too... right?"

"Sure..." Rolf said slowly, frowning at Remus' unusual expression.

"Rolf!"

They all turned to see Luna running along the hall towards them, beaming brightly and practically floating.

Rolf broke into a wide smile and opened his arms wide- Luna jumped right into his embrace and the both of them chuckled happily.

"Miss Scamander?" said a calm voice from behind Y/N and Remus.

They turned around to see Dumbledore approaching them, with Harry trailing behind him quietly.

"Do you mind coming back to the castle with Harry right now?" Dumbledore asked, his voice smooth and straight forward.

"Right now, sir?" Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows. "What about the reporters? Will they want to ask Harry questions?"

She looked over his shoulder at the crowd of flashing cameras and yelling reporters behind them.

"The reporters will have to learn to respect a child's privacy," Dumbledore replied. "Now, you two, take this portkey-"

He handed Harry the head of one of the golden statues that had been wrecked.

"But sir, aren't you coming with us?" Harry asked.

"I have to have a conversation with the Minister of Magic," Dumbledore said, motioning to Fudge, who was standing still in his spot. "I will meet you two back in my office in fifteen minutes."

"Sir, what about us?" asked Rolf, as he pulled away from Luna.

"You and the other students will be sent back to Hogwarts by another portkey," said Dumbledore. "I just need to talk to Y/N and Harry about tonight."

"Yes sir," Rolf nodded, though he seemed like he wanted to join in with Harry and Y/N.

"Now... the portkey leaves in ten seconds." said Dumbledore, looking at Harry and Y/N with his sparkling eyes.

Y/N quickly grabbed onto the golden head as Dumbledore counted down.

"... five... four... three... two... one-"

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Y/N's feet hit solid ground.

Her knees buckled a little and the golden wizard's head fell with an echoing dunk to the floor.

She looked around and saw that they had arrived in Dumbledore's office.

Everything seemed to have repaired itself during the Headmaster's absence.

The silver instruments stood once more on spindle-legged tables, and the portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses were snoozing in their frames, all sound asleep.

"Fifteen minutes, Dumbledore said?" Y/N asked Harry. "I think we should-"

But she was cut off short.

Harry had grabbed the side of her face with one strong hand and drew her towards him- it was so abrupt that her body collided with his a little too roughly, but Harry didn't care.

He leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers.

He clung onto the side of her face and kissed her slowly and gently- almost hesitantly- as if he was afraid it might end if he was too eager.

Harry felt butterflies flutter in his stomach the moment she kissed him back. The moment she kissed him back even more passionately, like she was assuring him not to fear that it would end.

Y/N took over the kiss- she knew he liked it when she did- so she pressed her lips against his firmly... though it somehow felt awfully painful and bittersweet.

After the events that evening, Y/N realized they were slowly entering the not-so-great part of their lives.

She was scared- yes, she was- but also glad to at least have Harry with her through it.

She slowly slid her numb arms around Harry's neck and felt the heat from his skin beat against hers.

Harry's other hand found her waist and slowly travelled up her back. He kissed her so passionately that he was afraid he might seem desperate.

But he was. He was desperate- to keep her safe, to do anything he had to do to keep her from the dangers in the future.

They finally pulled away at the same time, but continued to cling on each other's arms.

"I'm never the one to tell you first, but- I love you, Harry." Y/N said, tilting her head slightly. There was no doubt that both their jewelleries were glowing pink.

"I love you too- so much." Harry whispered back, grinning. "you know, I was so worried about you after what Bellatrix did, that I assumed the worst-"

"Why does everyone think I lost my memory?" Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "I'm fine... tired... very tired- but my memories are still here."

"How're you feeling?" Harry asked.

"Like we just made out in the middle of Dumbledore's office," Y/N replied bitterly. "I don't know about you, but I don't think people do that often."

"You're out of the world," Harry laughed, pushing her away playfully and messing up her already messy hair. "bloody crazy... so crazy, I would like to snog you again."

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"Kreacher lied?" Harry exclaimed.

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore nodded, "You are not his master, he could lie to you without even needing to punish himself."

"Wait, but how did the Order know to come to the Ministry?" Y/N asked.

"Professor Snape alerted him," Dumbledore replied with a small smile.

"What?" Harry shook his head in disbelief. "But he said he had no clue what I was hinting-"

"Of course- Professor Snape had no choice but to pretend not to take you seriously in front of Dolores Umbridge," said Dumbledore steadily, "but he informed the Order as soon as possible."

"Snape stopped giving me Occlumency lessons, by the way." Harry snarled, not wanting to take pleasure for knowing that Snape helped him. "He threw me out of his office."

"I am aware of it," said Dumbledore heavily. "I have already said that it was a mistake for me not to teach you myself."

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Wait- sir..." he started, "the prophecy- I remembered just now- it had Y/N's name on it, too. I don't understand. What was the prophecy even about?"

"Do you remember asking me, Harry," Dumbledore sighed. "after your encounter with Professor Quirrell in your first year, why Voldemort tried to kill you when you were a baby?"

Harry nodded. Y/N frowned.

"I decided not to tell you, Harry, not then." said Dumbledore, "but you are now grown. So much more mature than anyone could imagine."

Harry and Y/N nodded eagerly, hungry for answers. Dumbledore continued,

"Voldemort tried to kill you when you were a child to fulfil the terms of a prophecy- a prophecy made shortly before your birth- though, he did not know its full contents."

"He didn't?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, but lately he has been determined to hear that prophecy in its entirety," Dumbledore continued calmly, "This is the weapon he has been seeking since his return- the knowledge of how to destroy you."

"But the prophecy smashed," Y/N said quietly. "so now no one will every know of it."

"The thing that smashed was merely the record of the prophecy." Dumbledore smiled. "But the prophecy was made to somebody... somebody that can recall it perfectly."

"Who heard it?" asked Harry.

"A.P.W.B.D." Y/N said quickly. Both Harry and Dumbledore stared at her. "I... good memory."

"Good memory indeed," said Dumbledore. "I was the one that heard the prophecy."

"You have a fancy name, sir," Y/N said with a grin.

"Thank you," Dumbledore gave her a small nod. "though i'd rather have it short and sweet."

"So... what happened?" Harry asked. "Where did you hear it from?"

"In a room above the bar at the Hog's Head inn, sixteen years ago." said Dumbledore.
"I had gone there to see an applicant for the post of Divination teacher. The applicant was the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous, very gifted Seer."

"Professor Trelawny," Harry acknowledged.

"Indeed," Dumbledore nodded. "but I was disappointed. It seemed to me that she had not a trace of the gift herself. I did not think she was suitable for the post. I turned to leave."

Dumbledore got to his feet and walked past Harry and Y/N to the black cabinet that stood beside Fawkes's perch.

He bent down and took from inside it, a shallow stone basin, carved with runes around the edges.

Dumbledore walked back to the desk, placed the Pensieve upon it, and raised his wand to his own temple.

From it, he withdrew silvery strands of his own memory with his wand and deposited them into the basin.

Then, he raised his wand and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

A figure rose out of it, draped in shawls, her eyes magnified behind her glasses, and she revolved slowly.

When Sibyll Trelawney spoke, it was not in her usual ethereal, mystic voice, but in the harsh, hoarse tone...

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..."

Harry was born in July... Y/N thought to herself, to check the facts.

"-and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not..."

It's love, isn't it? Y/N thought grimly.

"-and either must die at the hand of the other- with the help of a soulmate, born to a well-known family, and is Gifted with powers- for neither can live while the other survives..."

With the help of... who, now? For... what?

Professor Trelawney sank back into the silver mass below and vanished.

The silence within the office was absolute.

Neither Dumbledore nor Y/N, nor Harry, nor any of the portraits made a sound.

Even Fawkes had fallen silent.

"It means- me?" Harry said blankly.

"The odd thing, Harry," Dumbledore said softly, "is that it may not have meant you at all..."

"Sir?"

"Sibyll's prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys," Dumbledore continued, "One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom."

Y/N raised her eyebrows.

"But then..." she said thoughtfully. "why was it Harry's name on the prophecy and not Neville's?"

"The official record was re-labeled after Voldemort's attack on you as a child," said Dumbledore.

"Then- it might not be me?" said Harry.

"I am afraid," said Dumbledore slowly, "that there is no doubt that it is you."

"But Neville was born at the end of July, too- and his mum and dad–"

"You are forgetting the next part of the prophecy," Dumbledore held up his index finger. "the final identifying feature of the boy who could vanquish Voldemort... Voldemort himself would mark him as his equal."

"But he still might have chosen wrong!" said Harry. "He might have marked the wrong person!"

"He chose the boy he thought most likely to be a danger to him," said Dumbledore. "but of course, neither of you were at all a threat to him at that time."

"But... the prophecy said that one of the boys would be his equal-?"

"Ah, but you see- by giving you that scar on that night, Harry... that's what made you Voldemort's equal."

There was a moment of silence, as Y/N and Harry stared into nowhere and nodded their heads.

"Sir, how did Voldemort even hear of the prophecy?" Y/N suddenly questioned. "I mean- surely he didn't just happen to be sipping brandy in Hog's Head that night?"

"I am afraid it was me who wasn't sensible with that part," Dumbledore sighed. "Voldemort was no there himself, no- a fellow death eater of his overheard the prophecy."

"But?..." Harry said slowly.

"But he heard only the beginning," said Dumbledore. "he could not warn his master that attacking you would risk marking you as his equal."

Y/N and Harry processed the information they just heard and slowly nodded.

"Now, Miss Scamander, I owe you an explanation." Dumbledore began. "For years you have been clueless of your involvement with Lord Voldemort-"

"Sir, I think you've made a mistake," Y/N said suddenly, her thoughts whirling back to her part of the prophecy. "I- I mean- everyone's got it all wrong-"

"In which part are we wrong, Miss Scamander?" Dumbledore smiled softly.

"Professor Trelawney didn't specify who's 'soulmate' would be helping either Harry or Voldemort kill the other. It could be Voldemort's soulmate and not Harry's?"

"Do you, Miss Scamander, think Voldemort- who is not capable of love or mercy- will have the ability of having a soulmate in his lifetime?"

"Well... no." Y/N felt the urge to defend herself. "But what if I'm not Harry's... soulmate?"

"Harry, do you think Miss Scamander is your soulmate?" Dumbledore turned to Harry.

"I... I dunno sir," Harry said hesitantly. "but I couldn't imagine anybody else being my soulmate... if it isn't her."

"But what if it's some person in his future!" Y/N said in denial.

"You are one of three Gifted children within Harry's lifetime- and the other two Gifted wizards are from a poor and unknown family." said Dumbledore. "do remember that part of the prophecy."

"But the Ministry re-labeled the prophecy when we were toddlers... how did they know I was-?"

"My guess is that the Ministry had re-labeled the prophecy twice," Dumbledore said smoothly. "either that, or they'd made a very, very accurate guess."

"You think so, sir?" Y/N said grimly.

"Oh, I know so," Dumbledore grinned. "and so does Voldemort. If you recall, Miss Scamander, he had sent out death eaters to try and capture you during the Quidditch World Cup."

"That- that was because of her... her powers?" Harry questioned, his eyebrows stitched together. "but they didn't try to capture her again this evening."

"Ah, but you're forgetting something," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling knowingly. "Voldemort did try something, tonight. Do you remember what he did, Harry, that resembled Miss Scamander's powers in some way?"

"I don't..." Harry thought hard, recalling the events that happened a few hours ago. "He turned all the glass windows into dust."

"Exactly." Dumbledore smiled. "That was Voldemort trying to fulfil the part of the prophecy which stated that Miss Scamander had to be involved in his defeat somehow."

"So he exploded the glass windows just so that I would be involved in the fight in some way?" Y/N said, trying not to laugh.

"Voldemort takes the prophecy very seriously," Dumbledore nodded. "but he soon realized that it did not work- for he had failed, once again, to kill you, Harry."

"What will he do with Y/N now?" Harry asked, though he really didn't want to know the answer.

"He will continue to find a way to get Miss Scamander involved. That could be- trying to steal her powers, capturing her, or again, trying to imitate her. I believe he saw something, though, tonight... may I ask- did you use your powers in any way during the battle, Miss Scamander?"

Harry glanced over at Y/N worriedly.

Y/N shifted in her seat uneasily.

"Rookwood..." Y/N whispered, staring firmly at her feet. "I... I- sir, I didn't have a choice! I would've avoided it if I could, I truly didn't mean any harm-!"

"Miss Scamander..." Dumbledore's voice sounded stern. "you do not need to explain yourself for self defence-"

"You don't know what I did!"

"Then tell me what happened, Miss Scamander." Dumbledore said smoothly. "Whatever it was, you should not have to fear-"

"I KILLED HIM!" Y/N bellowed, disbelieved by her own self.

Harry jumped slightly and even Dumbledore's gentle smile fell.

For the whole evening, despite her injuries from the Cruciatus Curse, a horribly miserable feeling was haunting the back of Y/N's mind, and she could feel it all the time.

She'd tried to ignore it, yes- but it was no use. No denying of what she'd done.

And she felt like she wanted to scream- more to herself than anyone.

How could she be so cruel- even to a death eater- what if he didn't even want to be there? Like how Daphne didn't want to be in the Inquisitorial Squad?

"I turned his bloody heart into dust..." Y/N said, her voice was quiet and breathless this time. "He might've had a family, he might've not wanted to be there- dammit, maybe he was under the Imperius Curse-!"

"If it will make you feel better, he was not under the Imperius Curse, I can assure." Dumbledore said calmly.

"You can't assure-"

"Augustus Rookwood was the death eater that murdered your mother."

There was an awful ringing silence.

Y/N felt as though her whole body had went numb- even more numb than it was before.

The death eater that killed her poor mother- her innocent mother that did nothing but loved her children and tried her hardest to save the Wizarding World...

It was Rookwood who did it.

Y/N suddenly felt a rush of pure anger and the need for vengeance... then, she felt satisfactory.

The woman that raised her and loved her and brother more than anything in the world was gone and it was because of Augustus Rookwood.

It didn't matter anymore if Rookwood had a family- he had taken hers, so he shall suffer for it.

She was guilty... but entirely satisfied.

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It was the last day of school and Harry and Y/N had finished packing up.

They both mutually decided to go for a walk around the lake.

As they descended the last marble step into the Entrance Hall when Malfoy, Crabbe andGoyle emerged from a door on the right that led to the Slytherin common room.

Harry stopped dead, gripping hold of Y/N's hand- so did Malfoy and the others.

The only sounds were the shouts, laughter and splashes drifting into the Hall from the grounds through the open front doors.

Malfoy glanced around- Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers- then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice,

"You're dead, Potter."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Funny," he said, "you'd think I'd have stopped walking around..."

Malfoy looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him.

"You're going to pay," said Malfoy in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "I'm going to make you pay for what you've done to my father..."

"Well, I'm terrified now," said Harry sarcastically. "I s'pose Lord Voldemort's just a warm-up act compared to you three."

Y/N couldn't help but glanced at Harry and grin proudly.

"You think you're such a big man, Potter," spat Malfoy. "You wait. I'll have you. You can't land my father in prison."

"I thought I just had," said Harry.

"The Dementors have left Azkaban," said Malfoy quietly. "Dad and the others'll be out in notime..."

"Still," Harry laughed. "at least everyone knows what scumbags they are now."

Malfoy's hand flew towards his wand, but Harry and Y/N were too quick for him.

They had both drawn their own wands before Malfoy's fingers had even entered the pocket of his robes.

"Potter! Scamander!" a voice rang across the Entrance Hall.

Snape had emerged from the staircase to his office and at the sight of him, Harry felt a great rush of hatred and annoyance.

"What are you doing?" said Snape coldly, as he strode over to the five of them.

"Trying to decide what curse to use on Malfoy, sir," said Y/N, unbothered.

Harry smirked and reminded himself to thank her later.

Snape stared at them.

"Put your wands away at once," he said curtly. "Ten points from Gryff-"

Snape looked towards the giant hour-glasses on the wall and gave a sneering smile.

"Ah, I see there are no longer any points left to take away." He tutted. "In that case, we will simply have to-"

"Add some more?" Professor McGonagall had just stumped up the stone steps into the castle.

She was holding a large bag in one hand and leaning heavily on a walking stick with her other, but otherwise looked quite well.

"Professor McGonagall!" said Snape, striding forwards. "Out of St. Mungo's, I see!"

"So glad you're well, Professor!" Y/N said brightly, beaming at her Head of House.

Professor smiled back at her.

"Thank you, Miss Scamander," she said, shrugging off her traveling cloak, "I'm quite as good as new. You two- Crabbe- Goyle-"

She beckoned them forwards and they came shuffling their large feet, looking awkward.

"Here," said Professor McGonagall, thrusting her bag into Crabbe's chest and her cloak into Goyle's. "take these up to my office for me, thank you."

They turned and stumped away up the marble staircase.

"Right then," said Professor McGonagall, looking up at the hourglasses on the wall. "Well, I think Potter and his friends ought to have fifty points each for alerting the world to the return ofYou-Know-Who!"

"What?" snapped Snape, though Harry knew he had heard perfectly well. "Oh- well- I suppose..."

"So that's fifty each for Potter, Scamander, the two Weasleys, Longbottom and Miss Granger," said Professor McGonagall, "and fifty each for Miss Lovegood and Mr Scamander,"

Harry and Y/N looked at each other and grinned. Malfoy rolled his eyes and looked away.

"Well, Potter, Scamander, Malfoy I think you ought to be outside on a glorious day like this," Professor McGonagall continued briskly.

Y/N and Harry didn't need telling twice- they put their wands back inside their robes and headed straight for the front doors without another glance at Snape and Malfoy.

They didn't talk for a moment, as they walked past the students that had also finished packing and were now swimming in the lake... until they reached a quiet spot, far from everyone else.

"Everything's well now, isn't it?" Y/N said, once they stopped in front of the large glittering lake.

"Not even close," Harry shook his head, before letting out a heavy sigh.

He gazed into the lake, squinting through the brightness reflecting from the calm water.

He looked to his side to see Y/N already looking at him. And if he wasn't mistaken, she looked slightly nervous and embarrassed.

"What?" He asked blankly.

"Nothing..." Y/N said quickly, looking down at her feet.

"C'mon, you can tell me." Harry grinned, reaching out his hand and moving a piece of her hair away from her face.

"How, Harry," Y/N said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper. "how do you just stand there, squinting your eyes- heavens, your bloody eyes-! You're standing there doing absolutely nothing, and making me want to just pull you in and-"

She paused- stopping herself. She shut her mouth and eyes and blushed, before turning her head away.

"Just so you know, you don't have to explain yourself." said Harry, his voice cracking slightly. "I... I know... because you make me feel the same way."

"No, I don't think you know what- what I'm talking about..."

"I do." Harry replied, taking a step closer to her.

He grabbed her around the waist with his left hand and pulled her into his arms like he always did, before slowly reached out his other hand.

Y/N really tried to not meet his eyes as Harry travelled his right hand up from her collar, to her neck, and ending up with his fingers intertwined with her hair.

She could feel and hear her heart rate increase tremendously, as Harry leaned in just enough that his nose was brushing against her cheek only slightly.

"I do, don't I?" he said gently into her ear. Y/N knew he was grinning- like he always did when he could tell she was blushing.

She ignored the odd feelings in her usual innocent butterflies and replied back in a bold voice,

"No, Harold. No you don't."

Harry pulled away and let go of her waist and hair, still grinning cheekily.

"I'll prove to you some day then," he said, with the slightest smirk on his lips. "And when that day comes, you'll know..."

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The journey back on the Hogwarts Express was quite nice.

Harry and Ron had bought a huge pile of snacks and played wizard's chess for most of the journey, while Hermione read out snippets from the Daily Prophet to them.

Neville was stroking his Mimbulus Mimbletonia which had grown a great deal, and Ginny and Y/N were chatting eagerly.

"-who's Cho with now, anyway?" Y/N asked Ginny, amidst their conversation.

"Michael Corner," Ginny said.

"Oh..."

"Michael-?" said Ron, craning around in his seat to stare at her. "But you were going out with him!"

"Not any more," said Ginny resolutely. "I ditched him and he ran off to comfort Cho instead."

Ron looked highly delighted.

"Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot," he said, prodding his queen forwards towards Harry's quivering castle. "Good for you. Just choose someone- better- next time."

"Yeah, my taste has changed..." said Ginny vaguely. Y/N saw her grip the cushion of her seat a little more tightly. "improved, more like."

"What do you mean?" asked Ron, looking up from his chess board.

"Well, I'm just realizing now what a girl like me deserves." Ginny said quickly. Y/N could tell, for the first time in a while, she was nervous.

"Meaning?" Ron asked cluelessly.

"You trade money for something worth the money," Ginny replied flatly. "not something less."

But the train had started to slow down to stop at King's Cross before Ron could ask Ginny more questions.

When the train finally puffed to a standstill, Y/N lifted down Bamboo's cage and prepared to drag her trunk from the train as usual, as so the others.

They all gathered their things and hopped off the train.

When Y/N, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked through the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten, however, they found a surprise awaiting them on the other side.

There was Mad-Eye Moody, a beaming Tonks in her bright bubblegum-pink hair.

Next to Tonks was Remus, his face pale, his hair greying, but he was also beaming.

Y/N's face broke into a wide smile. She let go of her luggage and sprinted to the lot of them.

Remus and Tonks chuckled as Y/N crashed into their arms- they all gushed a bunch of 'I've missed you's to each other.

"Tonks, you're all well!" Y/N exclaimed brightly, gazing at Tonks' pink hair.

"Good as new," the metamorphmagus grinned. "look at you, looking all bright and youthful."

"Are you mocking me, Nymphadora?" Remus grinned.

"Well, you're always mocking me by calling me Nymphadora," Tonks replied, giving Remus a challenging look.

At the front of the group stood Mr and Mrs Weasley, dressed in their Muggle best, and Fred and George, both wearing expensive jackets in some lurid green, scaly material.

"Hey Fred, Hey George!" Y/N waved at them with a smile. "Looking good there- the jackets, I mean."

"Finest dragon skin, Miss Scamander," said Fred, giving his zip a little tweak. "Business is booming and we thought we'd treat ourselves."

"You bet I'm going to that shop as soon as I can..."

"Hello, Harry," said Remus dully, as Y/N walked over to Mrs Weasley, who brought her into an enthusiastic hug.

"Hi," said Harry, "what are you all doing here?"

"Making sure you don't get too comfortable with my goddaughter when we're not around." Remus replied bitterly.

"He's only joking," Tonks said with a small smile, as she prodded Remus' arm sternly. "we thought we might have a little chat with your aunt and uncle before you go home."

"I still have to go back to them?" Harry groaned. "What about Si-"

"Padfoot is still under the process of getting his name cleared." said Remus, "Even after that, you still have to go back to the Dursleys every summer until you're seventeen."

"Why?" Harry questioned.

"Dumbledore's orders," growled Moody, who had limped a little closer. "That'll be them, will it, Potter?"

He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder, his magical eye peering through the back of his head and his bowler hat.

Harry leaned an inch or so to the left to see where Mad-Eye was pointing and there, sure enough, were the three Dursleys, who looked terrified to see Harry's reception committee.

Mad-eye and Mr Weasley took the lead across the station towards the Dursleys, who were apparently rooted to the floor.

Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group.

"Good afternoon," said Mr Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon as he stopped in front of him. "You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley"

Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr Weasley, but chose not to say anything.

Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed, glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company.

Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant.

"We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry," said Mr Weasley, still smiling.

"Yeah," growled Moody. "About how he's treated when he's at your place."

Uncle Vernon's moustache seemed to bristle with indignation.

"I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house-"

"I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley," growled Moody.

Y/N had to disappear behind Remus to hide her laughter.

"Anyway, that's not the point," interjected Tonks, whose pink hair seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more than all. "The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry–"

"-and make no mistake, we'll hear about it," added Lupin pleasantly.

"Yes," said Mr Weasley, "even if you won't let Harry use the fellytone–"

"Telephone," whispered Hermione.

"-yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to,"said Moody.

Uncle Vernon swelled ominously.

"Are you threatening me, sir?" he said, so loudly that passers-by actually turned to stare.

"Yes, I am," said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.

"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.

"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye.

Uncle Vernon leapt backwards in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley.

"Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley" He turned away from Uncle Vernon to survey Harry."So, Potter... give us a shout if you need us."

"Thanks," said Harry, trying not to laugh at Vernon's shock-filled face.

"Bye, then, Potter," said Moody, patting Harry's shoulder.

"Take care, Harry," said Remus quietly. "Keep in touch."

"We'll have you away from there as soon as we can," Mrs. Weasley whispered, hugging him again.

"We'll see you soon, mate," said Ron, patting Harry's back.

"Really soon, Harry" said Hermione earnestly.

"We promise." Y/N added assuringly.

Harry nodded.

He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side.

"Hey, Y/N," he said quickly, grabbing her wrist as she was turning away.

"Harry, I don't think..." Y/N nodded at the big group of people in front of him. "don't think they'll approve."

Harry glanced around, still holding her wrist tightly, before diving behind a platform barrier, pulling her along with him.

Y/N grinned as he grabbed her head in between both of his hands and gazed at her, his eyes sparkling brightly.

"I'll miss you, Y/N The Pebble," He stared at her admiringly for a moment, before leaning down and kissing her on the lips quickly but softly.

"Boy! Let's get going!" Vernon barked from somewhere in front of the barrier.

"A letter a day," Y/N said, smiling up at him.

"Promise." Harry nodded firmly. "See you,"

He ruffled her hair playfully and turned to leave.

"I love you,"

Harry had to do a double-take, for the small voice that came out of Y/N's mouth didn't sound like her at all.

He turned back to see her embarrassed expression.

"-not." she added quickly. And they both burst into laughter.

They approached the big group again, and was sent suspicious looks from Ron and Remus.

Harry smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around and led the way out of the station towards the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley hurrying along behind him.

Everyone else started to leave, one family by another, until there was only Y/N, Remus and Tonks left- waiting for Rolf.

"You're still here, Tonks," Y/N acknowledged, trying to hide the tease in her voice.

"She's staying with us tonight," Remus explained, not looking at Y/N in the eye.

"YOU ARE?" Y/N said excitedly.

"It's for work, of course," Tonks said quickly, but she was blushing. "we're helping Sirius with his situation."

"Will Harry go to Grimmauld Place this summer when Sirius' name is cleared?" Y/N asked.

"Possibly... but the Weasleys want to have him at theirs too- though, it'd be his choice to choose, of course." Remus said thoughtfully. "Say- where's your brother?"

"I dunno-"

"HERE! I'M HEREEE-"

Rolf came jumping out of the barrier between platform- nine and ten, his hair bouncing lightly and excitedly.

"Hello, hello, and hello to you too, soon-to-be-godmother!" he said cheerfully, giving Remus and Tonks each a quick hug.

"What's got you all joyful?" Remus laughed.

"A certain blonde Ravenclaw girl, I s'pose?" Y/N said with a smirk, as Tonks shook her head with a laugh.

"She did it again, Niff!" Rolf said excitedly, shaking his sister's shoulders. "She said, in her cute little voice, 'I'll write to you Rolfie, and keep away from the nargles, they like nice hair'- and then she kissed me!"

"WHAT?"

"On the cheek," Rolf added grimly, "but she still did! And she definitely fancies me, too!"

"I've never ever heard that phrase come out from anyone's mouth before," Y/N said with an eye roll. "Let's go home, now."

"Yes, I'm hungry!" said Rolf, still beaming from ear to ear.

"And I'll cook!" said Remus, chiming into Rolf's enthusiasm. "Lead the way, Nymphonks!"

Tonks rolled her eyes and led them out of the station, as Remus but his two hands on her shoulders and followed her right behind.

"Lupin cottage, here we go..."

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A/N ~ That's the end of fifth year!! I can tell you that much drama awaits, whether you'd like it or not😏

Thanks for all the support, I'm still amazed by the amount of people that are still keeping up with this fanfic- love you all x

- ScribblingQuills