Gwen didn't think this was something that could wait. She rushed into Dumbledore's office and explained the conversation

"It didn't sound like anything I should be concerned with until he said that the dark lord would rise again."

Dumbledore observed her, his blue eyes cool. The twinkle that used to reside there was gone now and hadn't been seen for days. He spoke softly, trying to console her. Her hurt and her need to understand was obvious, as well as the urgency of her words. "He has fallen again. Let life return to normal Gwen. We don't need to be at defcon one again already." He attempted a joke.

"He won't die, will he Dumbledore?" She said suddenly. "You taught him very well."

"That sounded very much like an accusation Guenivere."

"It wasn't. It was a warning. I'm going to be prepared to take him down, whether or not the Order is with me." Her eyes filled with some of that flame that had been licking at her brain for close to two years now.

Dumbledore gazed at her as she fumed. She truly was terrifying and if Dumbledore had never been scared of another wizard before now it was simply because he never felt challenged. Gwen was the only one who could put Dumbledore back in his place. She stormed out of the room, leaving a trail of palpable anger behind her.

Harry rushed in, missing her grand exit by moments. "Where's Gwen?" Dumbledore shrugged. "I imagine she would be trying to save us all."

To be Continued in Episode One Hundred and Eleven