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Ch. 37 (Part Two)

“Sirius if you would shut up, he could get to the point!” Camey exclaimed.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, his eyes dull. “With in a day, Pandora realized the horrible mistake that she made, and tried to correct it. She used a series of complex spells as an attempt to contain the evils, and it worked relatively well. However, Pandora did not have anywhere near Merlin’s powers, and could not fully contain the evils; so slight traces were left among the human race.”

“Slight traces?” Vi questioned. “If this what the world is like when there are only slight traces of evil… then I don’t even want to imagine what the world was like when that box was opened.”

“No,” Dumbledore said gravely. “You most certainly don’t; and now Voldemort has that box, and he will probably open it at a time when the world needs goodness the most.”

“Sir, how did Voldemort get the box?” Remus asked.

“Well, apparently he had been searching for it for the past 30 years; although I’m not quite sure how he found it. According to legend Pandora buried it beneath the sea; however, Voldemort is a very powerful wizard with numerous resources. One of our under cover agents had actually managed to get it to the Ministry, but as you saw-” Dumbledore turned to Sirius and Remus, “He managed to take it back.”

Camey took Remus’s hand. “What are we going to do?” she asked.

Vi placed her head in her hands, worriedly. “What is there to do?”

“Well we’re not just going to sit here, and let Voldemort release all evil into the world!” Sirius exclaimed.

Remus smiled. ”Sirius is right… for once.”

“Hey!” Sirius exclaimed… but the others ignored him.

Remus continued. “We might not make it, but we are going to go down fighting.”

Dumbledore’s eyes brightened. “Good, I have a plan.”

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It was 1:00 am. Sirius was awakened by soft singing coming from the nursery. He slowly got up, and walked across the hall.

Vi was holding Hallie, and softly sinning:

Momma’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns to brass
Momma’s gonna buy you a looking glass

“Violet, what are you doing?” Sirius asked.

She sniffled, and placed Hallie in her crib; Hannah and Harry stirred. “I just wanted to sing for her,” she said, “I may not get the chance…Sirius what if we don’t make it?”

“Stop,” Sirius said, pulling his fiancée into an embrace. “We are going to be fine. We will be home for dinner, we will put the kids to bed, and you will sing for them tomorrow night.”

“Sirius you can’t be sure of that,” Vi said.

“I can, and I am. We are going to be fine.”