AN - This is an AU Harry Potter fic I've been working on for a while. The follow starts in Book 5 (which is where I started writing). These is (currently) no books 1-4 for this, so I will give a basic premise below. Beware there are OCs and FCs aplenty!

When Harry visits DA, he runs into a girl in the owl shop buying a raven and later on in a bookstore. On the platform later on, she is the one he sees and asks how to get though the barrier (not the Weasleys). He winds up sitting with her and conversing. Her name is Morgan, and she lives with an adopted family (she has no idea of her true parents). During the talking, she mentions she will likely be a Slytherin due to her heritage of "dark magic" (which her adopted parents hinted at). Morgan's only possession from her real family is a small green stone bracelet she always wears. In Hogwarts, Harry sees that every table has good looking and mean looking people and, when given the choice, follows Morgan into Slytherin. Ron becomes his enemy. Harry's trio becomes himself, Morgan, and Draco. The rest of 1st year follows the cannon books with these 3 as the unlikely heroes and Snape more tolerable of Harry.

In year two, Morgan is the one entranced by the diary but fails to notice as she spends all her free time combing books, hoping to find her family. Eventually Harry rescues Morgan from the diary and basilisk, but notices later in the Hospital Ward that Morgan seems…off…

Years three & four follow the cannon books with these 3 in the center again.

Year five is about where this picks up. The beginning of year 5 follows the cannon books, minus the DA. Towards the end, Harry is lured to the Ministry by his vision, only Morgan accompanies. The two retrieve the prophecy but are ambushed. Morgan is rendered unconscious. In order to keep the Death Eaters from discovering her, Harry allows himself to be caught after smashing the prophecy. He is tied up and so it begins.

Different Destiny.

Chapter X

Showdown in the Office

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Only one thought dominated Harry's mind: I have to get back to Morgan. Despite his initial thoughts, the bonds that were tying him to the post really weren't that tight. If he wiggled in the right way, he could slip them off. He was confused as to why a full fledged wizard had physically tied him to the post instead of using magic, but shrugged the thought off. All he needed was for the death eater watching him to walk just a little further away and he could escape from the room and run to Morgan.

In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea to have left her just lying in that office, but she had been injured and, at the time, Harry hadn't wanted to risk injuring her any further; he had no desire to ever hear Morgan scream like that again... But now there were Death Eaters everywhere and Harry needed to get to Morgan before one of them found her and did who knows what or before Voldemort arrived to 'execute' him.

Carefully and as quietly as he could, Harry wiggled his hands out of the tie holding them but kept his hands behind the post to make it appear as if they were still tied. A moment later someone called out and the guard walked out the door. Realizing this might be his only chance to get away, Harry quickly sprang to his feet and headed for the other door quietly. He checked the hallway for Death Eaters before running across.

He knew he would be discovered missing soon and they still had his wand, his and Morgan's. He doubted the Death Eaters had left any of their wands lying around and any other weapon would be useless against magic. His only hope was to get to Morgan and get as close to an exit as he could before they all started chasing him then, at least, maybe Morgan could escape. Silently Harry berated himself for his instance on coming; it was all his fault. He had insisted on coming and poor Morgan had been dragged into the mess he'd basically created and was now hurt because of it. Even though Morgan had volunteered to accompany him, he still felt guilty: it was his vision afterall.

When Harry could no longer see the lights from the Death Eaters wands, he abandoned his stealth and ran full out towards the office he'd left Morgan in. As he rounded the corner, he heard one of them behind him shout that he'd escape. Harry cursed to himself; he'd been hoping for a little more time. Now he really had to rush in order for his plan to work.

But now the office wasn't that far away. Harry sprinted down a hallway and took a sharp turn. His feet slid on something causing Harry to impact a wall and he looked down at his knees to see what he'd slipped in. His knees were red and nearby there was a pool of blood, but no body. Harry wondered if it was an unfortunate employee who'd been attacked and carted off by the Death Eaters or a recovered Death Eater. Putting the issue aside, Harry quickly got to his feet and dashed to the door just ahead.

He opened it quickly and all but ran inside. He was careful not to let the door slam shut as he closed it; no need to attract any nearby Death Eaters to his position. Carefully he made his way through the darkened office to behind the couch where Morgan still laid. He wanted to light a candle or two to be able to see a little, but Harry knew it would draw the Death Eaters to them like moths to a flame, no pun intended. Turning his attention to Morgan, he gently shook her to try and rouse her.

"Morgan. Morgan. Come on, Morgan. You need to wake up; we've got to go no!" Harry muttered in her ear.

But Morgan didn't wake, didn't even make a sound. For a brief moment, Harry worried that she had died in his absence and quickly lifted her wrist to check for a pulse. A moment later, he gently returned her arm to the floor, a relieved sigh escaping him. Harry stood up, and then bent down to grab Morgan's shoulders. He would just have to try and carry her out; there was no other way.

But suddenly there was a chill in the air and Harry dropped Morgan's shoulders as pain flooded through his scar. Harry grimaced and held a hand to it, hoping to lessen the pain. He knew it meant that Voldemort was now here, somewhere in the Ministry, and most likely not pleased at all

'Hopefully far away.' Harry thought as he reached for Morgan again.

But the pain intensified greatly, forcing Harry to his knees. A soft chuckle reached Harry's ears and he sucked in a breath really quickly.

"Actually, I'm right here, Harry Potter."

Harry froze, more in shock than in fear, as the couch in front of him vanished into thin air. All of the candles in the room suddenly lit at once with eerie green flames. Before him stood Voldemort in all of his dark glory. The bone white yew wand was held loftily in one hand and a grin, an evil grin of pure delight, was plastered upon the dark wizard's face.

Oh crap.

"Well, well ,well...look what I've found: one Harry Potter and his unfortunate girlfriend." Voldemort said, twirling his wand in his hand slightly as he spoke.

Harry gritted his teeth, more out of his unwillingness to show pain to the dark wizard than out of anger. "Voldemort."

Voldemort's grin just seemed to widen. "What to do, what to do?" he mused aloud. "You broke my prophecy, Harry Potter. Now what should I do to you? What punishment shall suffice? What of yours shall I break?"

The dark wizard's voice had gained a dangerous edge to it and Harry knew he was all but helpless. He stole a quick glance at Morgan. It had been Morgan whom had told him that if push came to shove, it was better to break the Prophecy than to let Voldemort have it. Harry had agreed with her, he still did. He knew that even if he did still have that prophecy on him now and did give it to Voldemort in exchancge for his and Morgan's freedom, that Voldemort would break his word in an instant. It would be the same situation. Let Voldemort punish him; at least he had foiled the wizard's plans and prevented him from obtaining the Prophecy he wanted so badly. The ultimate victory had gone to Harry.

But then Voldemort was laughing, chucking loudly, and Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of dread overcome him. Voldemort had apparently made up his mind on what horrors to inflict while Harry had been lost in thoughts. There was a tingling sensation in his body and Harry found, to his horror, that he could no longer move. All he could do was shift his eyes and talk a bit. Voldemort had a wicked grin on his face and he pointed the wand at the immobile Harry. Harry shut his eyes, waiting for what would surely be pain. He heard a slight mutter from Voldemort, a spell of some sort, but felt nothing. Harry opened his eyes slowly and nearly choked in horror.

Morgan's unconscious form was floating in mid-air in front of Voldemort.

Voldemort's grin was as wide as it could be and Harry's heart plummeted with the realization of just what the dark wizard intended to do. Voldemort was going to torture Morgan in order to punish Harry or to get him to speak and there was nothing Harry could do.

"NO!" he yelled, feeling useless. "NO!"

Voldemort pointedly ignored him and threw a Cruciatus Curse at the unconscious Morgan. She didn't wake but her body shook violently in midair; Harry was sure that if Morgan was conscious she would be screaming her lungs out. Harry tired to free himself from the spell that Voldemort was using to hold him in place, but couldn't.

"Stop! Stop it!" he screamed.

Voldemort lifted his wand and the curse stopped. Morgan's body still shook for several moments afterwards before stilling once more.

"Tell me the Prophecy, Harry Potter." Voldemort demanded.

Harry gritted his teeth. "I don't know the Prophecy, I don't know it!"

Voldemort scoffed. "Perhaps you should reconsider your answer" he told Harry, obviously not believing Harry's answer. He raised his wand again and hit Morgan's body once again with the Cruciatus Curse.

"Stop it!" Harry screamed, fighting as beast as he could to break free and help Morgan. He knew from class the previous year that a person, even unconcious, who was under the curse for too long would begin to have dasterdly side effects. With a great amount of effort he somehow managed to free his arm. He fought to raise it up and reach for Morgan.

Voldemort lifted the curse, seemingly surprised that Harry had broken part of his binding spell. The grin on his face turned to a snarl and he tossed another Cruciatus Curse, this time at Harry.

Pain greater that that he had experienced the years before flooded Harry's body and he was throw backwards into the wall by the shear force of the spell; Voldemort's obvious hate was making the spell stronger. His breath was knocked forcefully from him and Harry landed on the floor face down with a painful groan.

It took Harry several moments to regain his breath and it was only once his breathing had returned to normal that Harry realized he could once again move. Carefully, he pushed himself onto his knees and looked up. Morgan was still floating in midair where she'd been. She didn't appear to have been physically hurt any more than she already was, as far as Harry could tell at least. Voldemort on the other hand was moving towards him and Harry thought for a moment that the Dark Lord might try to attack him bodily, but Voldemort stopped a few feet from where Harry was kneeling and waved his wand, causing something to float off of the floor and into his palm. Voldemort's wand returned to point at Harry but his red eyes were concentrated on the object in his other hand.

Harry slowly rose to his feet and leaned forward slightly. It was Morgan's bracelet in the Dark Lord's hand. Harry surmised that it must have flown off his wrist, where Morgan had placed it earlier for safekeeping, when Voldemort's spell had flung him across the room and into the wall.

"That's not yours!" Harry stated as he staggered to his feet. He knew very well how important that bracelet was to Morgan and he wasn't about to just let Voldemort walk away with it without making some effort to retrieve it. "Give it back."

Voldemort raised his gaze and narrowed his eyes at Harry. "It certainly isn't yours either!" The Dark Lord snapped at him.

Harry was carefully inching his way along the perimeter of the room towards Morgan, giving Voldemort a wide berth. He wondered how Voldemort had known that it wasn't his, but brushed the thought aside. "I was given it for safekeeping." He simply said.

Voldemort's red eyes were now glued to Harry. "By whom?" Voldemort questioned, his voice beginning to take on that dangerous tone from earlier.

Harry blinked. Why was Voldemort so interested in the owner of a piece of jewelry? He looked at Voldemort strangely and then answered "Like I'd tell you that either."

Finally he had managed to get next to Morgan. He grabbed her gently and pulled as hard as he could, trying to free her from Voldemort's levitation spell. Voldemort had returned his attention back to the bracelet in his hand and was muttering some spells at it. He seemed to be ignoring Harry's attempts to free Morgan at the moment but Harry knew that Voldemort had added a few more questions about the bracelet to the mental list of his most likely entitled 'Answers to get out of Harry Potter by any means necessary'. Harry redoubled his attempts to free Morgan; he'd face Voldemort again when he needed to. He was actually quite shocked that Voldemort had diveretd his attention from him, but looking at the situation a little more closely, he supposed it wasn't so shocking. Afterall he had no wand, knew no wandless magic, had no way to leave the builiding other than the front door, and Morgan, his friend, was still being held hostage: Voldermort obviously knew Harry wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

It took quite a few pulls to finally break the spell around Morgan. Harry landed on his butt with an "oof" and a lap full of Morgan. Harry carefully shifted her down onto the moaned softly upon contact with the cold floor and her green eyes fluttered open to look up at Harry. Harry breathed a sigh of relief but noticed that her green eyes seemed dis-focused.

"Harry...?" Morgan's voice sounded very weak.

Harry sighed softly; at least she was awake now. "We're not out of the woods yet, Morgan."

Morgan nodded softly and tried to sit up, but quickly failed. Harry had to rush to catch Morgan's head with his hands before it bashed into the floor. Morgan groaned softly and managed to reach up with one hand to grab Harry's wrist. The hand moved down a little and then stopped. Morgan's eyes raised to meet Harry's with an intense look; Harry knew what was coming.

"Harry" Morgan began, her tone bordering on angry, "what happened to the bracelet you were wearing?"

Harry gulped; he could feel Voldemort's gaze on him now. He didn't need to turn around to know that Voldemort was most likely staring at them now despite the fact that Morgan was speaking softly. He tried to shush Morgan, who had no idea that the darkest wizard in over a century was watching them, but Morgan would have none of it.

"Did you lose it?" Morgan asked. It may have just been Harry's imagination, but Morgan's voice didn't seem to be as strong as it was moments ago.

"Yes and no." Harry told her, hoping she'd leave it at that.

But Morgan wasn't taking that answer either. "What does that mean?" Harry was sure that, under different circumstances, Morgan would be giving him her most intense glare.

Harry sighed. "Yes, I lost but 'no' in the sense that I know where, well, who has it."

"Oh..." Morgan managed.

Morgan's eyes, though, were no longer glaring at Harry. Instead they were wide and staring straight up. Harry looked up and wasn't too surprised to see Voldemort looming over the two of them. He ignored the dark wizard for a moment and turned back to Morgan, only to discover she was unconscious again.

In the distance Harry could hear someone shouting, but he couldn't understand what they were saying nor did he really care at the moment. Harry turned his head back up to the Dark Wizard above him, intending on giving Voldemort a piece of his mind but he was met with a flash of gray light from the end of Voldemort's wand and everything just went black...