Is It Worth It? Good or Evil?

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that night while I was with Horace Charles and Weasley come in

Weasley apparently had been poisoned by a love potion

I whip up and antidote fast

afterwards Horace offers a drink

Weasley stars fizzing out the mouth

Horace and Charles just stand there like idiots so I shove a bozar down his throat

I take Weasley to the infirmary

Brown comes running in and has a fight with Granger

Weasley moans Granger's name causing Brown to run out crying

"I'm glad I don't have to deal with girls" I say

everyone turns to me and that's when I notice I say it out load

"I said that out loud?" I sigh

"Yes love" Sev says

"It's true" I whisper in his ear making him blush

I turn to Granger "Congratulations Granger, don't make to many know-it-all red headed baby's. We might just die"

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I was with Horace again

"Sir, if I may ask, did my father ask about Horcrux's too?" I question

Horace takes another drink of his tea "Yes, your father, he used it for bad things"

I sigh "Horace, I need something from you. Something that could do the world a lot of good"

"Go on" he says

"I need to have the memory of him asking about it. The true memory." I tell

he turns pale

I stand up "The prophecy; you know of the prophecy"

he nods

"It does not talk about Charles and my father; it talks about Charles and I. It's whatever side I choose is to win. I have chosen my side; I have chosen. I need to help in any way I can." I ramble

"Seven" he sighs

I breathe in "Thank you, sir" and take my leave

I head to the headmaster's office right away

"Come in" Dumbledore calls

I walk in and take a seat "Seven"

"Seven" he echo's

we stare at each other for awhile

"The vanishing cabinet?" he questions

"Yes" I say

he nods "This Saturday I will be taking Charles to get a horcrux" he mentions

I nod going to Severus and I's room

he's not there so I sit on the edge of the bed

he comes in after a half an hour

"What's wrong" he whispers

"Saturday" is all I say

"Tomorrow?" he cries

he starts packing his things

I take his hands "We will be back"

he starts crying harder

I pick him up "It's okay"