The Phoenix Rises

A/N: Hope you enjoy, and please do review. To those of you who already have…you’re the best…thanks! JKR owns all but this plot…and any original character’s I create! ENJOY!

Prophecy’s are in Italics
Hecate is in Bold Italics only when in the nothingness orb
//Denotes Phoenix speak//

Bill and Harry will primarily be called Camthalion and Galdor, with the exception of a few people.

Homecoming

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After giving his greeting, Camthalion and Galdor shared another meaningful look at the utter shock now playing on the faces of those in the Great Hall. Walking further into the room to where Hecate was standing, Galdor chuckled and said, “My Goddess, I do believe we have broken these poor people. I’ve never heard the Great Hall so quiet, even when empty.”

Smiling up at her Light Lord, Hecate responded, “I believe you are correct, Galdor.”

As the eleven newcomers lightly laughed at the scene before them, Hermione suddenly found her voice and quietly asked, “Harry? Is that really you?”

“Yes, Mione, it is.” Cam said back while giving her a smile.

With lightning speed, Hermione was up and in his arms within seconds. Hugging him with all she had, she whispered to him, “Oh, Harry…I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, Mione.” said Harry, squeezing her tightly, while giving her neck, just below the ear, a small kiss.

“Mione, I have much work to do yet, but I would like to speak with you later. Can you break away this night?” Cam asked.

Pulling back from him enough to look up at her best friend, she laughed a little at his new found formality and replied in kind, “Oh, yes, good sir, I will be available to meet with you.”

Giving Hermione another warm smile, he hugged her once more then let her go to finish the evening’s events. Walking up to the head table, Camthalion and Galdor were no longer the smiling young men of a few moments ago, and giving the Headmaster a stern glare Cam spoke, “Albus Dumbledore, you have much to answer for. Your Lords are very displeased with your actions and inactions. What say you?”

Still pale and having fallen into his chair due to the shocking revelations, Dumbledore composed himself as much as he could and said, “Harry, my boy, it is good to have you back…and you as well, Bill.”

Narrowing his eyes in agitation, Cam responded, “I am no longer Harry or your boy, Albus. You will address us as My Lord, for you are not worthy of using our given names…the old or the new.”

Reeling from the animosity rolling off Harry, Dumbledore said, “I did not mean you any disrespect, Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley. I was merely trying to welcome you back.”

“Enough of this, Dumbledore. We have been briefed about your actions of late and will not allow you to continue manipulating our people any longer. As Camthalion said a moment ago, you are to address us as you’ve been directed or I will rip your tongue from you mouth.” Galdor finished sneeringly.

Appalled by this Weasley putting him in his place, Dumbledore inconspicuously aimed his wand under the table and shot of a violent Reducto Curse aim at Galdor’s chest. Quicker than anyone thought was humanly possible, which it was, Camthalion contained the Curse within a bubble of Chaotic Magic and was holding Dumbledore off the ground by the throat, against the closest wall to the head table.

“You have just made a grievous mistake old man. Did you not believe the Goddess when she said we were well trained to deal with those who seek to oppose our rule?” asked Cam in a harsh but cold tone.

“I…I…” was all that the Headmaster could choke out as his breath was slowly being squeezed from him.

“Since you were the one attacked Galdor, what is your will in this matter?” asked Cam, not relinquishing his hold on Dumbledore.

“Bind him for now, Camthalion, as we might need him later this evening.” said Galdor.

Waving his free hand, Cam put the Headmaster in magic suppressing binds, and levitated him back to his seat. Giving Galdor a nod, he took his side by Hecate once again. No one in the room, with the exception of those who had witnessed the training could fathom the sheer speed and power that rolled off the person they all once knew to be Harry Potter.

Feeling the need to bring things back to a calmer state, Professor McGonagall tentatively said, “My Lords, it is wonderful to see you again. I must apologize for the Headmaster’s rudeness, and ask that you not hold the rest of us in the same light.”

Both Galdor and Camthalion smiled at their old Head of House, easing some of the tension that had been building over the last several minutes and then Galdor responded, “Greetings to you, Professor. You need not worry over any of the others here this night, as long as they do not attempt to harm us, we will not harm them. As Hecate has said, we aim to be fair and just in our rule, and only those against us shall be punished.”

“Thank you, My Lords. I am honored to have you all here this evening, and on a personal note, I am thrilled to see the old ways being brought back.” Minerva said with a warm smile.

“Professor, I have always held you in great esteem and with the utmost respect so therefore I request that you please call me Cam or Camthalion.” said Harry.

“And you may call me Galdor, Minerva.” said Galdor.

“I am truly honored. Would you care to explain to the people here this evening what is now expected of them.” asked Minerva.

“Unfortunately, we have many things that still need to be done this night. Would it be possible for you to dismiss the majority of the students now, and the Lords will address everyone tomorrow during an assembly?” asked Hecate.

“Of course, Mistress. Which students do you want to remain behind?” asked Minerva.

At this, Galdor turned to face the students and said, “We wish for all the teaching staff to stay along with Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Ginerva Weasley. Thank you.”

Once the remaining students were gone and after the family and friends had greeted and spent a little time with each other, Hecate said, “Camthalion, Galdor, I believe I still owe you the gifts I promised in reward for the great sacrifices you have made. Galdor, as promised, the Weasley line will forever be financially stable and secure. Mr. & Mrs. Weasley, here is the key to a vault in Gringotts bank that contains 100 million galleons that should earn approximately 20% interest annually. To insure your family’s wealth, no more that 15% of the total sum may be spent each year.”

“What?” whispered Arthur and Molly, looking in stunned disbelief at the key now resting in Arthur’s hand.

Taking pity on them, Hecate explained, “Because your son has given up the name Weasley and left his human nature behind as is required for him to be the Light Lord, I bestowed upon him his deepest desire. It says a great deal about Galdor that he did not want anything for himself, but for his family. He is truly a wonderful being that you should be very proud of.”

“Oh, Bill…” Molly cried quietly, embracing her oldest while Arthur squeezed his son’s shoulder, letting his own tears fall.

“This is BLOODY BRILLIANT! I’m RICH!” yelled Ron, punching the air like he’d just scored the winning point in the World Cup’s final Quidditch match.

Pulling away from her son, Molly rounded on Ron and yelled, “For the LOVE OF MERLIN, Ronald Weasley! Is money all you think about? Did it not sink into that thick head of yours that by receiving this gift, Bill is no longer Bill Weasley…no longer your brother? Or is that not a concern for your greedy little mind?”

“I didn’t mean it like THAT. I just got excited about the money we have now.” replied Ron.

Giving Ron a harsh look, Hecate coldly stated, “Young man, I will remind you that I handed your parents the key, not yourself. Let me tell you of the one stipulation that comes with this gift…you all shall flourish in the bounty of my good grace so long as none turn against my beliefs. Greed is definitely against my beliefs, Ronald Weasley. Remember that lest you lose everything.”

Turning away from the youngest male Weasley, confident that she’d put him in his place, she looked to her Dark Lord and said, “Camthalion, it is now time for your gift. As promised, I will reunite the Potter Family by bestowing upon you your deepest desire. Lucius, do you have the orb?”

“I do, My Goddess.” answered Lucius, taking out the small chest and handing it to Hecate.

“Thank you, Lucius. Camthalion, in a few moments I will descend into the orb to retrieve your parents, but I wanted you to know that they have been there for several days reviewing your entire life. I felt this was necessary so that when they appear before you, knowing of all your pain and suffering, it will hopefully speed the healing of your sole. I will return in a few minutes, Camthalion.” Hecate finished, then touching the orb, disappeared from the Great Hall.

“Cam, did I understand Hecate correctly? Are James and Lily returning?” Sirius quietly asked.

Looking his godfather in the eye, Cam answered in a whisper, “Yes.”

Everyone in the room gasped at this revelation, and feeling his knees weaken, Cam collapsed onto the closest bench. Instantly he was surrounded, with Sirius and Hermione by his side, and all were concerned when they noticed his hands shaking while he just stared straight ahead letting his tears run down his face.

“Cam, this is great news…isn‘t it?” Sirius softly asked. Finally, Cam looked at his godfather, giving a shaky nod as his only answer; it was then that Sirius nearly cried at the pain radiating from his godson’s eyes.

“It’s okay, kiddo.” Sirius reassured, giving his godson a one arm hug.

“What if they hate me…what if they’re disappointed in me?” Cam asked, his pained voice just reaching the others around him.

“There is no way we could ever hate you, Harry.” said a soft and loving voice.

Looking up at the sound of the strange voice, Cam was overcome when he saw two people approaching him, one with messy black hair and glasses, the other with beautiful dark red hair and startling green eyes. In a choked whisper, he asked, “Mum? Dad?”

“Yes, baby…its Mum and Dad.” Lily quietly replied, as she and James knelt down in front of their son, enveloping him in their arms for the first time in 15 years. They could feel his tears soaking through their robes, and the tremble that had taken over his body.

Realizing that Harry needed this, still holding their distraught son, James whispered in a voice thick with emotion, “its okay, Harry…let it all out, we’ve got you, son.”

And he did, as if those words from his father broke through a dam of emotions that he’d stayed hidden behind all these years. Harry broke down with soul racking sobs, mourning and rejoicing all at the same time; mourning for the lost, loveless years he’d spent, and rejoicing over their end. As the people around watched this heart wrenching reunion, most could not hold back their own tears either. It took more than 10 minutes for Harry to start calming down, and when he did, he looked upon the two people he prayed most of his life to see.

“I can’t believe it’s really you….I’ve wished for so long…” said Harry as the last of his tears rolled down his cheeks.

Reaching up to wipe his tears while ignoring her own, Lily said, “I’m so sorry you had the life you did, but we’re here now, and that’s the important thing.”

“I love you, Mum, Dad…” Harry quietly said, then smiling a little, he continued, “I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to say those words…it feels good to say them.”

“It feels good to hear them. We love you too, kiddo.” said James with a smile on his face.

Rolling his eyes in jest, Harry teasingly said, “I thought only Sirius called me that….not you too.”

“Who do you think he got that name from?” James teased right back.

“Hey! I started that nickname, not you!” stated Sirius.

At the sound of his best friends voice, James finally noticed Sirius sitting beside his son, and yelled, “Sirius, you old geezer…it’s good to see you!”

Both standing, then embracing in a manly hug, Sirius responded, “It’s good to see you to, Prongs!”

Pulling back, James asked, “Where’s Remus?”

“Right here, James.” said Remus who was standing behind his friend.

Spinning around, James exclaimed, “Moony! Merlin, you look like hell….but you still a site for these eyes!”

When Remus and James parted from their friendly hug, Lily was quickly squeezed and twirled around by both Sirius and Remus. This caused most of the room to break out into laughter, and no one missed the excited glint that Cam’s eyes held or the open, happy countenance his face exuded, the likes none had ever seen.

After the hugs and greetings died down, Harry took his parents over to where Lucius and Draco stood, both having retreated somewhat to give those who truly loved the Potter’s time to share in their return. “Mum, Dad, I believe you know Lucius Malfoy, and from the memory’s you’ve seen of my life, I know you understand how much he has helped me this year. This carbon copy standing next to him is his son, Draco Malfoy.”

James, knowing that he’d have to accept these two men, stuck out his hand and said, “Lucius…glad to see you’ve come around. Draco, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, Mr. Potter.” said a reserved Draco, still not fully understanding the situation he now found himself in. He and his father were going to have a very long conversation, and soon.

“James, Lily…You have a very admirable son, and I’m happy for Cam that you both are back in his life. He deserves nothing less.” said Lucius.

“Thank you, Lucius. That is very kind of you to say.” said Lily. Then turning to Draco she said, “Draco, I know that you and my son have never gotten along, but I hope that this day will bring renewal for all of us, yourself included.”

“Draco, I wish to speak with you at a later time…we have a lot to discuss concerning our past and your future. It is time to bury the hatchet, so to speak.” said Cam, offering his hand to the younger blond wizard.

Looking up to his father and receiving a reassuring nod, and then to Lily and James who had warm, encouraging smiles on their faces, Draco ended on Cam, who looked stern, but open, Draco took the offered hand and said, “I will make myself available to you at any time, My Lord.”

Giving a sharp nod, Cam replied, “That is good to hear, Draco. I will let you know after the assembly tomorrow when we will meet. Lucius, it’s time for us to continue with our schedule for this evening.”

“Yes, of course, Camthalion.” agreed Lucius. The small group made its way back towards the head table to rejoin the rest of the people in the Great Hall. It was at that point Lily finally noticed Albus Dumbledore, tied to his chair, and looking over the crowd with a furious expression. Narrowing her own eyes, she pushed her way through the large group that was surrounding them, and said in a cool, sarcastic tone, “Hello, Albus…did you miss us?”

Joining his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist, James added hotly, “You have some explaining to do in regards to Harry’s upbringing and Sirius’s imprisonment, Albus. We trusted that you’d follow our will, considering you signed the damn thing as a witness!”

“I did what I felt was best, and that’s all the explanation you will receive. It’s an abomination that you two are back…the work of pure evil, no doubt.” refuted Dumbledore, never losing his furious look.

Advancing on Dumbledore, Lily leaned forward, just barely inches from his face and said, “How dare you accuse us of doing evil or being evil! Especially taking in some of the shit you’ve pulled in your lifetime. See, the funny thing is this…the Plane of Death, which is where all magical beings go when they die…it’s possible to periodically check in and watch the lives of those left on earth. Imagine what we saw when we watched our son, our friends and most surprisingly, you. Care to share what we already know?”

Pulling back as far as his chair would allow, Dumbledore scathingly said, “You will back away from me this instant, Lily. You can prove nothing against me, so take your accusations and leave.”

“Oh how wrong you are. Well, if you’re unwilling to tell these fine people what you’ve been up to, I guess the burden will fall on me. Merlin knows they have the right to know.” said Lily, a look of pure hate taking over her usually calm and beautiful face.

“Let’s see, where to begin….how about the night we died? No, no, we must go back a bit further than that. It all started the afternoon after Harry was born. You came to us with the words to a prophecy you’d received just days before, and under the guise of protection, you told us the prophecy…but it wasn’t the real prophecy was it? No…it wasn’t. You told us we needed to go into hiding under Fidelius, to protect our family, and when I questioned why it had to be done that way, you pulled out a document that made my family and even bigger target …isn’t that right, Grandfather?”

Amidst the gasps and shocked exclamations following Lily’s statement, the group quieted almost immediately when the temperature in the room suddenly dropped as Cam looked at Dumbledore and through clenched teeth, he growled , “You’re…my…what?”

Looking at his Great-Grandson with pure malice, Dumbledore clenched his mouth shut even tighter, as Lily answered, “He’s your Great-Grandfather. The document he showed us proved that his daughter, Helene, born in January of 1925, during the Grindelwald years, was my mother. He explained to me that in order to protect his only child from Grindelwald, he changed her name to Meredith Jones, and sent her into the muggle world.”

“That’s ENOUGH! You will not continue on unless you can prove what you say is true!” Dumbledore yelled, knowing he’d covered his tracks well enough that he was sure Lily had no proof to offer.

Ignoring her Grandfather’s outburst for the time being, she further explained, “Now, as I said before, the Plane of Death is where all magical people go when they die, and when I got there…my mother, Helene Dumbledore was there to greet us. Her tale is much different from that of Albus’s. As a young woman of 18, just after leaving Hogwarts, she met and fell in love with Turgon Calmcacil, better known as Philippe Grindelwald, the Goddess’s true Dark Lord at the time.”

At this, Hecate confirmed her statement and then Lily said, “Albus was not happy with his daughter being with a man 35 years older than her, not to mention, Albus was also trying to eliminate this man and make himself the glorified defeater of the Dark. Imagine how this scenario threatened Albus’s plan that was 18 years in the making, to set up Grindelwald to be the epitome of evil, even going so far as to align him with Hitler.”

“In January of 1944, at the age of 19, she went to her father and told him she intended to marry Turgon, to which he exploded in fury and cast a dark curse on his only child, binding her magic forever then obliviated Helene and sent her into the muggle world, enrolling her at a University, while claiming in our world that she was killed by Grindelwald, further angering the masses and elevating himself as the righteous leader of the Light. Meanwhile, not remembering anything about our world or her fiancé, Helene met a man by the name of John Evans while attending University, and later married him in 1950. In 1956 she had my sister Petunia who was born a squib and in 1958, she had me.”

“I remember when I got my Hogwarts letter, which is when she found out I was a witch, she couldn’t explain why she was so excited, only that she was. It wasn’t until after I died that I found out that even though she was obliviated, her soul knew what she was, and therefore, was overjoyed by my being a witch also. As you all know, this caused a huge rift to form in my family, ending with Petunia hating me and anything to do with my world. Now we get to the point of this tale where I found out Albus was my Grandfather. That day, he told us of a prophecy…it said:

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…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…

Unfortunately, that was not the real prophecy…the real one said:

The one with the power to replace the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied the false ones, born as the seventh month dies…and Magic will mark him, showing him worthy to rule over the Dark…those who claim to love and protect the Chosen will betray him, those who claim to be friend will abandon him…the Dark Lord will rise above all and defeat the false ones, for he can not live while the others survives…The one with the power to replace the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…

You have to understand, by this point in his life, Albus knew he was one of the false Lords, so needed to change the prophecy to keep us following his beliefs. We didn’t know at the time that he killed the true Dark Lord, or that he refused the sacrifices needed to become the Light Lord, although like everyone else in our world, he led us to believe that he was indeed the Chosen Light Lord.”

Interrupting his mother, Cam asked, “Wait a minute…I thought modern day wizards didn’t know about Magic’s Light and Dark Lords, or at least that’s the impression I got from Lucius.”

Hecate answered, “They don’t necessarily know that there is a Dark and Light Lord that rules over magic, but they do know there are Dark and Light Wizards. Due to Albus and the current Ministry of Magic, people of today associate all Dark Lords or Dark Wizards as evil and everyone associated with the Light as good or virtuous, and as you know, that is just not the case. The knowledge of the old ways, which involves the rule of the Lords and the laws by which they rule, is what has been forgotten. Also, unfortunately, today’s witches and wizards do not understand what would happen if the old ways are not restored.”

Nodding, Cam said, “I understand…my apologies for interrupting you, Mum”

Smiling, Lily said, “Its fine, sweetie. Does anyone else have any questions?”

When no one spoke, she picked up the story again, “After Harry’s first birthday, when news reached us that Voldemort knew part of the false prophecy, James and I went under Fidelius, encouraged by Albus to make Peter our secret keeper in the hopes of throwing Voldemort off. Just before this happened, James and I decided to make a will that would hopefully take care of matters concerning Harry should anything dire occur. Considering Albus was my Grandfather, and the fact that we always seemed rather close, James and I asked him to be executor and witness, along with Sirius, to our will…and Merlin help us, we never in a million years expected to be betrayed by Albus.”

“You sit their Albus Dumbledore and claim were some type of evil because we ‘came back from the dead’, but let me tell you, I know what you’ve done since our death. You sent Harry to my awful sister, who hated anything that had to do with magic, knowing he’d be abused, but that wasn’t enough for you…to ensure he’d be mistreated, you used blood wards that promoted extreme negative feelings towards my son. To make sure you weren’t caught by the only other person who knew our wishes, you had Sirius sent to Azkaban, after you obliviated his memory of our will, without a trial even though you knew Peter was our secret keeper.”

“When the real Mrs. Figgs threatened to go to the Ministry of Magic with her allegations of abuse concerning Harry, YOU killed her and replaced her with an imposter that you‘d bribed to take her place, making her look like the original with several layers of advanced glamour charms. After Harry started primary school, you had no less than seven teachers memories modified when they presented you, when posing as a social worker, visual evidence of what my son was going through under his Aunt and Uncles care.”

“To ensure Remus remained true to your cause, and didn’t go to check up on Harry at all, you made sure the werewolf legislation went through the Wizengamot restricting any and all movements he made, leaving him at your mercy. When Harry started to show signs of normal teenage rebellion, to make sure he stayed under your thumb, you placed Fudge and Umbridge under the Imperius Curse, told them to hate Harry and to discredited or hurt him in whatever way they saw fit.”

“Every year at Hogwarts, you’ve seen it fit to put Harry in harms way, nearly costing him his life on several occasions, all to play out some sick game you seem to think his life is. Now, you tell me who the pure evil in this room is?” Lily finished, pure venom shooting at him with her eyes and words.

Looking up at his Granddaughter, Dumbledore sarcastically retorted, “That was indeed a very interesting story, Lily, but once again, where is your proof? You don’t have any, do you my dear. Who’s going to believe the resurrected Potter’s over the Great Albus Dumbledore? Everyone knows there’s only one way to come back from the dead, and that is through the dark and evil art of Necromancy, thereby, making you dark and evil by association. I’m afraid you’ve shot your own foot to spite yourself, Lily. Now, release me this instant or I’ll see fit to bring you all up on charges…and believe me, I’ll win.”

Letting her fury surface, Lily didn’t hold back as she backhanded Dumbledore’s smug face and then yelled, “You want proof, old man? I’ll give you your proof!” Then turning to look at Hecate she asked, “Goddess, do you have the file we discussed the other day, along with our pensieve memories and the orb memories from our time in the Plane of Death?”

“I do.” stated Hecate, her fury barely being restrained over the scene that was playing out before her.

At Hecate words, Albus paled once again and paled even further when he felt the cold seeping off of Harry as he towered over him. For several minutes, Cam just stared at the beast that was his Great-Grandfather, until finally he said, “Because I don’t want to seem unfair, I’m going to give you one chance to convince me not to kill you right here and now.…and I do mean one chance, so do not waist it spewing your usual garbage…I’m really not feeling very generous at the moment.”

Staring up at the imposing figure, he stated hesitantly, “Harry…I’m your Grandfather and…and…you don’t want to be a murderer and be sent to Azkaban at such a young age. I do still hold a lot of clout in this world…you will be looked upon with absolute disgust if you were to kill me. Surely, there’s a way for us to work this all out?”

“That was not good enough.” Camthalion stated coolly. Turning to face the 35 or so people watching with looks of horror on their faces, Cam said, “If you do not wish to be witness to this man’s execution, I suggest you leave.”

Ron blurted out, “You can’t kill Dumbledore!”

“Why?” was all Cam responded with.

“Because you can’t! Who made you the final say in passing someone else’s judgment?” asked Ron, scrambling for a reason to stop this.

Hecate looked at the obnoxious red head and said, “I did, or have you not been listening. You are seriously starting to annoy me, young man.”

Galdor stepped up and said, “Ronald, I suggest you shut your mouth right now…you will not like what will happen if you do not heed my warning.”

Cam looked out over the crowd once again and stated, “As I said before, if you do not wish to see this, leave.”

When no one left, Cam turned back to Dumbledore, cast a silencing charm on him and stated, “Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you have been condemned to death for your crimes against the wizarding world, Harry James Potter, James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Mrs. Arabella Figgs and the countless others that you have hurt by your actions. I, Camthalion Tinehtelë, Lord of the Dark, proclaim this my final word, So Mote It Be!”

Placing one hand over Dumbledore’s heart and the other hand over his right temple and forehead, Harry began to chant the Ancient Druidic Death Chant, “Im deri lîn gûl, Im deri lîn re, gurth nallos lîn fir fëa ni cirith. Im deri lîn gûl, Im deri lîn re, gurth nallos lîn fir fëa ni cirith. Im deri lîn gûl, Im deri lîn re, gurth nallos lîn fir fëa ni cirith. Im, Camthalion Tinehtelë, Hir nia ilye ni Dûr, cónno lîn gurth”

When Cam finished speaking, all could see Dumbledore’s mouth was open in a silent scream, then as quickly as it began, it ended, and with the removal of his hands, Dumbledore’s body slumped over…dead. Standing up straight again, Cam turned around and pronounced, “It is done.”

“You did the right thing, Camthalion. Don’t let any here tell you differently.” stated Hecate.

“If you say it is so, then it is so, My Goddess.” Cam said, giving her a formal bow. Leaving the raised platform where the head table sat, Cam walked over to his parent’s and stated, “It had to be done…it had to stop.”

“I’m proud of you, son. You were fair and just, causing as little torment as possible.” responded James as he gripped his son’s shoulder giving his words the reassurance needed.

“What do you mean as little torment as possible…it was obvious he was in pain!” screamed Ginny.

Galdor glared at his once younger sister and said, “He could have called forth all the demons in hell to bestow all the pain in death that Dumbledore caused in life…so I would say he was extraordinarily kind in this situation. I expected a decapitation at the very least; Camthalion is truly amazing with his swords.”

With an indignant look, Ginny yelled, “What is wrong with you people! Harry just murdered our Headmaster right in front of us and all you can say is I should be grateful for his mercy! You both are SICK!”

Grabbing her chin in a firm grip, forcing her to make eye contact with him, Galdor firmly said, “That is enough out of you, Ginerva. We are your Lords and well within our right to punish criminals as we see fit. You and Ron are treading on a very thin line with me, so I suggest you both learn a little restraint with your mouths. You will not like what will happen if you do not.”

As Galdor was making his thoughts known to Ginny, Cam walked over and when her brother was through, he added, “I gave you the opportunity to leave if you did not wish to witness Dumbledore’s execution. It is not our fault that you chose to watch, little girl. Next time, and I guarantee there will be a next time, I suggest you remove yourself when warned, because if you ever speak to either of us again in the manner you just did, you will be sorry. Got it?”

With hate radiating from her, she turned her nose up and began to turn as if to leave, when Galdor grabbed her hair and twisted her neck in what looked to be a painful way, forcing her to look up at him and asked, “Got it?”

Properly put in her place, and paling at the power rolling off these two furious beings, Ginny quietly responded, “Yes, My Lord.”

“That’s much better.” said Galdor.

“My Lord, what language was that chant in?” asked Minerva, trying to alter the situation that was quickly escalating.

Cam explained, “It was a Druidic Death Chant that is spoken in the Ancient Elvish tongue. I said the first line three times which was: I stop your magic, I stop your heart, death calls your mortal spirit to pass. Then ended with: I, Camthalion Tinehtelë, Lord over all the Dark, order your death. The pain he felt was his magic dying out. If I had not done that, he possibly could have been brought back to life using Necromancy, however, without his magic, it is no longer possible.”

Hecate took over when the quiet seemed to linger and said, “I believe we have had enough for one night. Whatever else was scheduled can wait for tomorrow. Minerva, do you have rooms that we may stay in this night?”

“Of course, Goddess. If you will all follow me, I will show you the way to the guest wing.” Minerva said with a small smile, grateful that the hostilities seemed to be over.

“A moment Minerva. Severus, just so you know, when we first walked in, we cast a block on everyone in the room so only those who know what has happened here tonight may discuss it with another who was present. YOUR Dark Lord will not be learning anything before we are ready, is that understood?” said a very serious Camthalion, who now looked down at his old professor.

With a small sneer, Snape responded, “Yes, My Lord.”

Giving Snape a curt nod, Cam looked at his best friend and asked, “Hermione, will you walk with me?”

“Yes.” she responded nervously as he took her arm in his, and soon, everyone cleared out of the Great Hall, going in several different directions. Camthalion would settle his best friend’s fears when they were alone, but for now, he just wanted to unwind a bit after a very emotional evening.