A/N: This is my 4th fanfic, but I deleted the other stories b/c I became lazy and didn't feel the need to finish them. After reading many, many fanfics about Harry's 6th year and after being frustrated that the authors didn't read my mind and write as like I wanted them to, I decided to create my own. I can't guarantee that all of this is of my creation, I may 'borrow' (and I repeat: 'Borrow') a part of a storyline, character, or name from someone's fanfic. As I can not remember if something is 'borrowed' or fabricated of my own mind, I will not be listing my sources. I will reply to any questions you might have in my next chapter (if I figure out how to post it, see bottom of page).

Chapter 1

Ragnok looked around at his surroundings. How had he come here? All he could remember was that he was looking for a key for a new customer at the bank.

He noticed his left hand was clutching something and opened it. Inside his hand on his palm was a golden key.

So he must've gotten the key, but his question was still unanswered.

Suddenly, a memory came to mind. He remembered Bill Weasley had said something about the famous Harry Potter being sent to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named by a magical object called a 'porgty' or some such thing.

This 'porgty' object was an ordinary looking item, preferably Muggle, which was charmed to take whoever touches it somewhere else. This key must be a porgty, Ragnok thought as he looked at the gleaming gold key.

He immediately became wary. If He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could bring the famous Harry Potter to him, then bringing a lowly goblin would most likely be no problem.

Ragnok appeared to be standing in the middle of a thick, dark forest. Dead leaves, pine needles, and twigs cracked and snapped under his feet as he turned around to take in the area.

Ragnok saw that he was in a clearing of some sort. He looked up towards the sky. And, seeing the star constellations and bright, glowing moon, concluded he was nowhere near a city, which meant there was no hope for rescuers coming.

Ragnok then sighted a group of hooded figures wearing cloaks the color of the pine trees surrounding himin the forest. A midnight black cloaked person, without a hood, walked amongst them. As the startling group strode nearer, Ragnok saw the man clearer.

Now Ragnok could see the distinct eyes of the man, they were astonishingly red.

The black cloaked man spotted the trembling goblin and approached him. The hooded figures formed a circle around the two beings. The man spoke: "You know who I am, Ragnok. I am Lord Voldemort."

The named goblin trembled.

The man, Lord Voldemort, continued, "I know for a fact that you are an influential goblin at the Gringotts bank. I want you to speak to your fellow goblins. Tell them that they all will join the Dark Lord's army. That is, if you agree to my treaty. On my honor, my Death Eaters and I will not harm a single hair of any goblins if you join my army of creatures. Will you, and your brothers and sisters, Ragnok, strengthen my ranks?"

Ragnok looked at his feet. He seethed with anger. So, goblins were 'creatures' were they? Hadn't he learned anything about the many Goblin rebellions in magical histories? If goblins had enough sense to know when they were being used and when to fight, then why did he call them 'creatures'? Did bears war against humans? No. Did horses fight against their human masters? No. Goblins were much more than simple animals. They were beings and should be treated with as much respect as humans and wizards.

But Ragnok was not a foolish goblin. He knew the consequences if he spoke his mind. He knew He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would surely kill him if he said, "No. I'll never join you and your lot, you slimy, slithering, scumbag of a worm!" Yes, he decided, that action would not be wise.

Ragnok tried to look anywhere but at the man with the cold, red eyes.

"Ragnok, I am not going to ask you again. Will you not join my creatures and I?" the Dark Lord hissed. There he goes with the 'creature' word again, Ragnok thought. "You have, no doubt, seen the damage we did to the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic. Just imagine what we could do to Gringotts bank, your family, or your home."

Ragnok shuddered. Almost everyone he knew had heard about the horrors that happened in the atrium of the Department of Mysteries. He did not want the same to be inflicted upon those who were closest to him.

Ragnok turned away. He started to walk, but couldn't get any further because a man blocked him. When Ragnok looked up, he saw a portly, balding man with watery blue eyes. Ragnok would not have been intimidated by him had it not been for the powerful-looking, solid silver hand on the man's right arm. He reckoned the hand could crush a boulder if the need came.

"You can not escape from me, goblin," Lord Voldemort boomed. "What is your answer?"

Ragnok shook his head.

"I see you need persuasion," the Dark Lord said quietly, and then he said, "Crucio!"

A shock of pain was sent up Ragnok's spine. Ragnoksank tohis knees.

"Tell me!" Voldemort ordered Ragnok. "Crucio!"

A second line of pain shook Ragnok. Ragnok knew for certain he would die.

He knew the other goblins would be cheering him on: "Go on. Tell 'em no!" or "We work for ourselves. We don' need nobody!" had they been in this horrible place.

ImmediatelyRagnok knew what he should do.

He yelled, "Never! We will never join your forces." And with that last remark, the courageous goblin fell to the ground in exhaustion.

Apparently the Dark Lord wasn't through with him because he said, "Awake. Get up. Ennervate!"

The unconscious goblin suddenly twitched. Slowly he came to his feet, swaying.

Voldemort said icily, "I will let you have one last look at the life you have given up for some selfish morals." Ragnok groaned.

"Bring in the child," Voldemort ordered to one of his hooded servants.

The servant dragged in a goblin child, only six or seven years of age. She struggled in the man's arms. The man grimaced every time the girl hit his body. The young goblin wailed when the two came to a stop and Lord Voldemort laid his eyes on her.

Ragnok tried to reach out to her, saying, "Avilta, you need to be strong. You and your older brother will need to take care of our family."

"I will, Papa," said Avilta, tears streaming down her face.

"One last chance, goblin," the Dark Lord said sinisterly. "No? Then, Avada Kedavra!"

It was the last two words Ragnok the goblin ever heard.

The Death Eaters (Lord Voldemort's followers), the goblin family and Lord Voldemort were not the only beings in the forest clearing. Some one, or rather something, was under a bush near where the horrifying events had taken place.

An impatient, "Yow!" was heard, then minutes later a brown tabby cat dashed out from under the bush carrying some parchment and a quill.

The cat ran through the forest till it came upon a river. It stopped and sat at the bank of the river and closed its eyes. There was a small 'pop' along with a flash of violet light and a woman now stood where the cat was once.

The lady had graying black hair tied up into a bun and had an impatient look upon her face. She kept looking at her watch.

At last, she sighed and closed her eyes. A 'snap' was heard, and the lady disappeared.

End of Chapter 1

A/N: Ha! A cliffhanger! I shall hold the rest of this story hostage till someone tells me how exactly to post another chapter. (i.e. How do you go about posting it on the site? Could you please tell me the exact directions?) Thanks! I promise to update as soon as I can!