Uh, my fanclub has a new member. *twinkle*
Thanks, Ameena, for joining at this point, I am always glad you guys make an effort to keep on reading this - SaB is sooo long by now. Thanks for your reply! 
Here goes the next chapter...Men of Steel (last part)
Harry lay in bed, thinking about the day. So many things had happened. Sirius had told him about his mysterious brother, then there was the shielding lesson, Arthur’s strange request about Ginny… He couldn’t possibly go to sleep! There still were so many problems he needed to ponder on! His skills in occlumency, Snape, the horcruxes…
Harry got up. There was no way to stay in bed now! Mysteries needed to be solved! Quarter to twelve. Flutterflie had promised to answer him – and she hadn’t yet. Would she talk to him right now? Well, there was only one way to find out...
Harry picked up his jeans in the dark and pulled it on again. The shirt he had worn today hung over the chair, just his socks seemed to have disappeared.
“I can do without them,” he thought and couldn’t help a grin when he pictured Dobby hearing it. Barefooted, he walked over to the door and felt for the knob. When he turned it, he realized there were voices on the hallway. He opened his door just a little, so he could listen.
“There is a way… I suppose Nevermore would find him,” he heard Flutterflie’s gentle voice.
“Who is Nevermore? Severus’ owl?” Mr. Weasley replied curiously.
“Sort of… he is the smartest bird I have ever seen,” she said softly, and Harry wondered if Flutterflie had ever met Hedwig. “I can summon him for you, if it is important. He is at Hogwarts still.”
“No, thanks,” Arthur refused the offer. “I was just wondering whether I could talk to him in private. I don’t want the owl to be intercepted. It would be too dangerous - for both of us.”
“I am afraid I cannot help you, Arthur. He asked me not to try and see him. I figure that goes for everybody else, too,” Flutterflie said in a sad voice. Harry wondered where Snape had gone. Probably back to his
master, pampering the Death Eaters, he thought, and he felt revulsion rise inside.
“Well, thank you anyway. And good night!”
“Good night, Arthur!”
Harry heard Mr. Weasley’s steps down the hallway and up the stairs. Flutterflie had retrieved to her room, but the door stood ajar and the hall lay in subdued light. Slowly, he took a few steps into the hallway, but hesitated going any further.
“Don’t you want to come in?” he heard her silky voice. Goodness, she has realized me once again, Harry thought desperately. If I don’t get a grip on occlumency, I might as well go hang myself!
Sighing, he walked over to the door and entered the Blue Room. Back in muggle clothes, Flutterflie sat cross-legged on her bed, books spread everywhere. A few candles cast a dim light above the room.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked curiously and seized a book.
“Revelation of the Ill” was its title, and it sported a wizard crying in pain, holding his hand to his forehead. Black liquid ran over his hands, dripped down to the floor, and after a while the wizard fell to his knees, sobbing. Harry put the book down; glad the picture didn’t make any noise. He looked at the other titles.
“Disclosure of hidden Magic” and
“Unveiling the Dark” lay on the bed, and Flutterflie copied something down from a book written in strange letters Harry could not read.
“Research,” she answered after a few minutes and put her pen down. “I know the way
I would be doing it.” Flutterflie looked up to face Harry (who was rather confused) and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“However, I will never get in the position to perform it, so I need to find out if wizards can use
my magic,” she went on. “Or at least if there is some similar spell in your magic. It’s tough, we only have one try.”
Harry had no idea what Flutterflie was talking about and he wondered if he
should know. Finally, he decided to admit he didn’t understand her and asked, “On what?”
Now it was Flutterflie’s turn to give him an addled look.
“The fifth horcrux,” she said firmly. “We will exchange Nagini for Beelzebub.”
“Oh…” Harry said, feeling stupid. He had meant to talk to Flutterflie about the horcruxes tonight, but he had never imagined she was already working on it. After all, it was
his task.
“So you already have a plan?” he asked shortly. Why did the adults leave him out? He was of age by now!
“Yes. It’ll only be a matter of time,” she replied and cast him a compassionate look. Yes, he knew! Nobody wanted to put extra weight upon his shoulders, they just didn’t seem to realize that it would be much easier for him, if they just
talked to him. Well, Finja wanted to involve him now – which was better than it being kept a secret.
“But who would dare to swap them?” he demanded, hoping she’d give him detailed information.
Flutterflie raised her eyebrow.
“I suppose it won’t be Santa Clause…”
As realisation sank in, Harry could have hit his head. Of course,
Snape would be doing it! Ron had already guessed it in June. But what use would it be, exchanging the snakes?
“Why can’t he just kill Nagini?” he asked, sitting down on the corner of the bed.
Flutterflie had just poured some orange juice and now looked at him in surprise.
“Well, as far as we know,
dear old Volders has not realized four of his horcruxes have been destroyed by now. And we want to avoid that. So we will need to make sure he doesn’t find out until we are done with the
sixth…”
Harry’s heart started beating fast. This could not be true!
“So you already
know about the sixth horcrux?” he gasped.
“Well, yes. I found out in October…” Flutterflie answered patiently. “But we cannot destroy it yet.”
Finja had found the last horcrux. She knew where it was, she probably knew how to destroy it. Harry couldn’t make up his mind whether to laugh or cry. She had done all his work! But now she had mentioned she wouldn’t destroy it all by herself…
“
We?” he asked fiercely. He would be seriously annoyed if she told him she would need Snape’s help now. It is
my job!
“Yes,” came the blunt reply. “I will need your help.”
“My
help?” Harry erupted. “It is
my task to find the horcruxes, not yours! Dumbledore told
me…”
“Harry, please calm down. I don’t want to fight with you!” Finja sighed and leaned back on her cushions. “Dumbledore told you, yes. But he would not have wanted you to do it
all alone. The only reason he did not tell anybody else is there were so few Dumbledore really trusted in the end.” She shook her head slightly. “Well,
Dumbledore did… Dumbledore did tell Severus.”
“Great news,” Harry spat. So Dumbledore had, in fact, told Snape himself. Knowing that of all people, Snape would be his
most favourite to share the mission with. “When will we do it?” he went on, trying to repress his anger.
“Do
what?” Flutterflie asked. She obviously wasn’t happy about his attitude, and Harry tried to calm himself down. After all, it was not Finja’s fault.
“Destroy the horcrux!” he said curtly.
“Well, the sixth one is different, Harry.” Flutterflie scratched her head. “We can’t simply go and destroy it. We will have to…
release it somehow.”
“Release it?” Harry cast her an incredulous look. What in the world did she mean by that? “When you say
somehow, it means that you don’t know how to do it yet, right?” he went on
“I know how to
do it,” Flutterflie nodded slowly. “Just… I don’t know if I have enough power.”
“What does that mean, Finja? It sounds like you are frightened! You call Voldemort
dear old Volders while everybody else calls him You-know-who. I
should think you are well above him. So what is it you are afraid of?” Harry just now realized he had – once more – called Flutterflie her first name. However, she did not seem to mind. Least she hadn’t flinched like she usually did when he said
Snape.
“I just don’t want you to be killed, Harry. That’s all,” she said in a low voice.
Harry gave Flutterflie a puzzled look. She had made it pretty clear, and she had mentioned it once before – in her talk with Snape. How could she possibly think he would die in the attempt to destroy the sixth horcrux?
“I don’t understand…” he sighed.
“Yes. I know,” she said consolingly. “But I don’t think I should tell you just now. We can wait until you’re good and ready.” She kept watching him as she sipped her orange juice and went on, “Why did you want to talk to me in first place?”
“Well, I just thought we could talk about that night before Christmas, when I overheard you and Sna…
Severus,” he answered.
“So what do you want to know?” Finja smiled, and Harry was glad to see her smile again. She had been serious from the second he had entered her room, and it just didn’t feel right.
“You already answered most of it, I think,” he said quickly. “And as for my mom and
Severus… I guess I will just have to live with it, right? I mean, he didn’t use any potion on her, did he?”
Flutterflie gave a short laugh. “Heck, no!”
Harry looked down to his feet, as a question arose inside.
“You knew my mother, didn’t you?”
Flutterflie slowly nodded.
“Tell me about her.”
She sighed and thought for a moment, but she still had a smile on her face as she started talking.
“She was a very special, warm and gentle person. Lily was fair. And she always tried to see good in everybody. When you lied about those Slytherins who attacked you – she would have done the same. She was caring and… I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Everybody liked her.”
“When you tell me about her… you know, she sounds a lot like… like
you.” Harry took a deep breath. Now he had finally admitted it. He had once sworn not to believe Finja, whatever she would say. And here he was, telling her she was exactly like everybody described his mother.
“But she was stronger than I was,” Flutterflie objected in a low voice. “She just went on with her life, while I… look at me, Harry. I am a mere shadow of myself. It’s a
shame.”
“It’s not those nightmares that did this to you, right?”
“No,” Flutterflie shook her head. “I have always known I was not destined to grow old. And if I have to leave this world behind to save the ones I love, I will not die in vain.”
“And you tell me you are not strong, Finja?” Harry shook his head in disbelieve. “You know you will
die soon, protecting somebody else, you put so much effort into training me up, spend your spare time researching spells to destroy the horcrux, and now you tell me you aren’t strong? What in the world can possibly
torture you like that?”
“It’s none of your business, Harry.” Flutterflie got up and walked to the window. She always does that when she doesn’t want to go on talking, Harry thought.
“Okay. I see,” he said firmly. “But you know what, Finja? I want to
help you! You are constantly helping
me out, you’re teaching me in the evenings, even on
Christmas. You are doing things
I should do. It’s
my destiny to defeat Voldemort! You heard the prophecy. It’s
my mission. I am more than glad to find I am not alone. Hermione and Ron have been with me all the time. Dumbledore has helped me whenever he could. I see that you want to fight by my side, and – surprise, surprise – even
Snape seems to be on our side, now that you have returned. You have constantly reminded me to take some time off. You wanted me to spend time with Ginny, you asked me to go on playing Quiddich for distraction. And I
did.” He panted heavily as he got up and walked towards Flutterflie.
“Now here is the news:
it goes for you, too! Just take a look at the mirror! Where did the pretty young woman that visited me at Privet Drive in June go? You are
pale, you are
thin… When I saw you this morning, I thought for a split second you would get better. But I watched you over the day. And I don’t think so… What is it?
Finja! If you really want to take some weight off my shoulders, you tell me what is going on! Because I will be
worried until I know how I can help you!”
“But you can’t, Harry,” she said, and tears were in her eyes. “There is only one man in this world who can…” she looked down and played with a ring on her left hand Harry had never noticed before, “and for now, he has
left me.”
"What is his name?" pointing at the diamond ring.
Flutterflie looked into his eyes, and for a split second, Harry thought he saw the reflection of a burning house.
"Thorin..." she smiled mildly.
“Finja,” he put his arm on her shoulder in a comforting way, “If you need someone to talk – I am in my room.”
“Good Night!” she ended their conversation, turning to the window again, a hazy look upon her face. It had started to rain outside.
“Night…” Harry mumbled as he walked out of the door. He got back to his room in the dark and undressed.
Phineas Nigellus was fast asleep and snoring peacefully in his portrait. Harry remembered the advice he had once given him.
Do as Dumbledore did. Yes, he knew now. He realized when Finja had talked about the horcruxes. And after all he had learned within the last days he was finally willing to do so.
“Trust Severus Snape,” he whispered and climbed into his bed.