Stylistic Harmony

Chapter Thirteen
Harry had been awake for hours, his scar had been prickling since the early hours of the morning, his sleep had been punctuated by dreams of fire, death and the cruel, sinister laughter of Lord Voldemort, taunting him, calling him out. Harry had eventually given up and had been sat in common room ever since. He knew that something big was happening, his scar tingling and the intensity of his nightmares told him that. He had received a letter from Lupin earlier that evening, it had read,

Harry,
I hope you are keeping well. The Order had received news that a large number of Death Eaters were meeting tonight, we have reason to believe that Voldemort will be in attendance. Mundungus is going to try and follow them, but chances are slim. All we know is that there is whisper of something happening, for all we know it could be a large scale attack. Whatever it is, it may mean the start of the war. I will send you word when we know more. If it is what we fear, you and Ron need to be here. We'll need your expertise to find the remaining Horcruxes. Yes, we know about that particular little obstacle. After you left for Hogwarts, we received a letter, via Gringotts. It was addressed to the Order, and it was written by Dumbledore. Enclosed is a copy. Take care Harry. Be aware.
Remus

Harry personally thought that Lupin had been a fucking idiot sending both letters, what if it had fallen into the wrong hands? However that problem was solved when Ron had tried to read the letter, as both parchments appeared to him completely blank, the same happened when Ginny tried. It seemed Lupin had charmed the paper so only Harry could read it, clever little trick Harry had thought. He had had to read the letter from Dumbledore aloud, making sure to cast silencing charms around the room, and a locking charm on the dormitory,

To the Order of the Phoenix,
If you are reading then it means I am gone. Do not worry, for I knew that the time would come sooner or later. I only wish that I could have seen this through to the end. I implore you all to keep fighting, determination and dedication are met with victory. I also wish for you to aid Harry by whatever means necessary. His task to kill Voldemort is not an easy one and he will need every resource on hand to complete it. Voldemort has created seven Horcruxes, two have been destroyed, and hopefully by tonight that number will be down another one. Leaving three to find, thus allowing Harry to destroy the final piece of Voldemort's soul, the piece that resides inside his body. Support Harry, he may be the only hope this world has to survive. Also a word of caution, some things may not be what they seem. Good Luck my friends, may we meet again in some place and time, though please not so soon.
Yours,
Albus Dumbledore

Harry had been silent for a long time after reading the letter from his old Headmaster. All that kept running through his head was that Dumbledore must have known what was going to happen, he knew that he was going to die, whether it be by the poison in the cave or by Draco Malfoy's hand, he could not have anticipated Snape being the one to murder him. Harry fought back the bile that had risen in his throat, he had re-read the letter several times that evening, as if looking for a sign, a message from Dumbledore that would help him. It was only after the tenth time that a post script appeared, written in Dumbledore's hand,

Harry,
I am sorry that I could not be with you, to see your destiny fulfilled. However circumstance appears to have interfered. I ask you not to be angry at yourself, it is neither your fault nor your responsibility, you could not have for-seen the events of this night. I knew of the plan to bring Death Eaters into the school, as I knew of the task set to Mister Malfoy. It is I who could not have for-seen his completion of it. He is, as much a part of this war as yourself, he has reasonable cause to want Voldemort dead. He may even help you, if what I have predicted comes to pass. Now I ask you Harry, in your hunt for the remaining Horcruxes, look to the past, not just Voldemorts, but your own and your Godfathers. The Black families unfortunate association with the Dark side may provide key information to help you. Good Luck my young friend, I have faith that you have in you the power and the love to defeat the dark forever.
Albus Dumbledore

Now sat by the fireplace, Harry contemplated Dumbledore's final words to him, he could not fathom what possible reason Malfoy would have for helping him. He knew though, that the identity of the Death Eater who saved him could have possibly been the Slytherin. He had not seen Malfoy in Hogsmeade that day, he could have apparated in with the other Death Eaters. Harry felt sick at the thought of being indebted to Malfoy. A noise distracted him, he turned to look at the staircase, Ginny was at the bottom, bleary eyed. She smiled when she saw him, he had left her sleeping soundly in his bed, but here she was. She came over, he pulled her onto his lap,
"I woke up and you were gone, I got worried, so I came to find you. Are you thinking about the letter?" He nodded, and read to her the post script, she looked confused, "Malfoy? Why would Malfoy want to help you? He hates you. What does Dumbledore mean, 'if what I have predicted comes to pass'?" He shook his head,
"I don't know Gin, but I'm starting to think that Malfoy was the one who saved my life in Hogsmeade. I mean Zabini, he saved yours and Hermione's even though he's a Death Eater. So maybe, just maybe Dumbledore is right, and Malfoy wants Voldemort dead as much as we do." Ginny's heart fluttered, if Blaise was on their side, then maybe, just maybe she could...'No, I can't do that to Harry,' she thought, focussing back on her boyfriend, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. The sun was beginning to rise, Harry looked over to the window just in time to see an owl land on the sill. He got up so fast, Ginny fell on her butt. He ran to the window and let the owl in, tearing the letter from its leg. Hurriedly he read the contents,

Harry,
The Ministry has been destroyed. Death Eaters broke in and set explosions. The whole place is a mess, we don't know how may casualties there are. We need you at Headquarters immediately, Send for Ron when you get here. Best to leave Hermione and Ginny, it will be safer for them at Hogwarts. Be careful, don't let anyone see you leave. We'll inform Professor McGonagall when you arrive. Hurry.
Remus

Harry bolted for the stairs, leaving a bewildered Ginny looking at a blank parchment. Another letter for only Harry's eyes. He came back down the stairs five minutes later, a bag packed, his broom over his shoulder, and his wand tucked into his jeans pocket. She took one look at him and knew that he was leaving, and he may not come back,
"Harry?" She said tentatively, "You're leaving, aren't you? What is it, what happened?" He looked at her, his girl, hair shining in the light of the fire, he pulled her into his arms, and murmured into her hair,
"I have to Ginny. The Ministry is gone, destroyed. They need me at Headquarters. It's begun, the War, this is it," she cried into his chest, he tipped her head towards his, "Listen to me Ginny, I love you so much. But I can't take you with me, you're safe here, however when the time comes, I promise there will be a place for you in the Final Battle. I'll need you by my side when I defeat him, your my strength." He kissed her deeply, she responded to him and wrapped her arms around him. All too soon he had to go, when he was at the door he turned to her and said,
"Will you send Ron after me in the morning?"
"Yeah. What about Hermione?" she replied, Harry looked down, then answered,
"Tell her, I'm sorry." With that he was gone, creeping down the dark corridor, and out the doors of the castle. When he reached the steps, he halted in his tracks. He saw a figure in the distance, blonde hair gleaming. Malfoy, and he was coming towards him. Lupin had warned him not to let anyone see him, but Harry stood his ground, ready to confront the Prince of Slytherin. Dropping his bag and broom, he pulled out his wand and waited.