I'm sorry it took me so long guys, this file was on my comp and the internet has been broken for a few weeks...but I know this is sort of anticlimatic...but I am seriously considering writing that spin-off story and/or a continuation...we'll have to see...

In which Dumbledore gets what's coming

"So when does the ministry open exactly?" Harry asked, bored out of his mind—he, Hermione, and Draco had been banished upstairs to Kael's room. Kael hadn't spoken another word since he'd asked to be called by his middle name at breakfast.

"Ten," Kael's quiet voice replied, "Grandma will probably call you down once she's announced your sanctuary so you can explain why you need it."

"Why didn't she ask us to explain it earlier?" Hermione asked him as she picked something up off the floor and placed it on the desk she was leaning against. Harry leaned back to see what it was exactly and was disappointed that it was just a picture of Snape, Annabelle Delacroix and two other people…probably Kael's dead parents.

"Because Grandma gets fired up easily," Kael replied, in his quiet voice, Harry wondered vaguely if he had been cursed so that he couldn't raise his voice, "and besides that it's easier to take sanctuary away than it is to give it. Grandma's lucky she was a former Minister or else she wouldn't be able to do things this way."

"So," Draco said, dangling a leather leash in front of him, he'd probably retrieved it from the terribly messy floor, "what's this then?"

"I have a dog," Kael replied, "two actually, hellhounds."

Draco pouted and cursed, "Damn, thwarted."

Draco dropped the leash and the silence again pervaded the room.

The door opened and there was the house elf, Mips.

"Missus needs yous downstairs now," the house elf declared.

Harry, Hermione and Draco stood up and headed downstairs, the house elf explaining how happy it was to have them joining the household.

They reached the living room and found it full of press, high ranking officials, and Albus Dumbledore. The latter was staring at Harry like he'd never seen him before.

"Okay, dear," Annabelle Delacroix beckoned Harry over to her, "explain why you need sanctuary."

"um…well," Harry replied as he walked over to the very grandmotherly Annabelle Delacroix. "Dumbledore was going to make me marry Snape."

There was a momentary silence and then the glass Annabelle Delacroix was holding cracked, she calmly asked, "which Snape?"

"Severus Snape," Hermione replied quietly before Harry could get to it.

The glass shattered, wine spilled onto the floor.

Annabelle Delacroix calmly pushed Harry behind her and rounded on Dumbledore.

Shit hit the fan.

Je fini maintenant

And that's it...for now, maybe not...who knows...