The Prewett Girl

Old Voldie's Returned

I'm sitting next to Bill, in a chair at the foot of Harry's bed, as we watch over the boy in a potion induced sleep.

"Do you think it's possible, Andrea?" Hermione whispers to me. Every eye turns to me.

"Yes. I think I know what ritual was used. I saw it when I was in Albania. If I'm right it calls for the bone of a father, the flesh of the servant, and the blood of the enemy." I say and they flinch.

"Didn't Dumbledore say You-Know-Who went to Albania after...you know?" Ron whispers and I nod.

"It's actually pretty nice in the spring." I say calmly.

"Andrea!" Molly snaps.

"What? I'm just saying that I can see the appeal."

"But you think that's the ritual he used?" George asks, getting us back on track.

"I'm ninety-three percent sure that is the ritual he used. Voldemort's back. It's time to finish what our parents started." I say, looking at Harry with a determined look. Determined to protect him.

"No, Andrea." Molly hisses.

"With all due respect, Aunt Molly, you don't have any say over me in this. My mom and dad both died fighting Voldemort. I'll be damned before I sit out of this fight." I say. Siri gives a small whimper in response. "You don't have a say over me anymore either, Siri. I need to protect my family and Harry needs all the help he can get."

"And he has it. We've never left his side." Hermione says.

"Good. Don't budge. Ever. He'll need you two now more than ever." I say and she and Ron nod their understanding; I know Ron learned his lesson about abandoning friends when the going gets tough and I have never been prouder of him for that.

I look at Bill and we make a silent agreement to fight as hard as possible in this war, our lives be damned. Before any more can be said though we hear arguing from behind the hospital wing doors.

"They'll wake him if they don't shut up!" Molly hisses.

"What are they shouting about?" Fred asks.

"Nothing else can have happened, can it?" George asks.

"That's Fudge's voice." I say, listening.

"And that's Minerva McGonagall's isn't it? What are they arguing about?" Molly asks.

"Regrettable but all the same, Minerva-" Fudge was saying loudly.

"You should never have brought it into the castle! When Dumbledore finds out-" McGonagall says. A second later the door bursts open letting Fudge storm in, Snape and McGonagall on his heels.

"Where's Dumbledore?" Fudge demands of Molly.

"Not here. This is a hospital wing, Minister. Don't you think you'd do better to-" Molly starts but Dumbledore sweeps in before she can finish.

"What has happened?" He demands sharply. "Why are you disturbing these people? Minerva, I'm surprised at you-I asked you to stand guard over Barty Crouch-"

"There is no need to stand guard over him anymore, Dumbledore! The minister has seen to that!" McGonagall shrieks. I haven't seen McGonagall this mad since Jacob and Brooks lost all of Hufflepuff's house points on the first day of our third year in under an hour; a school record.

"When we told Mr. Fudge that we caught the Death Eater responsible for tonight's events he seemed to feel his personal safety was in question. He insisted on summoning a dementor to accompany him into the castle. He brought it up to the office where Barty Crouch-" Snape explains before McGonagall jumps in.