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Ch3 Portkeys

Outside the Riddle house in the middle of the night, a certain young-whale-sized sixteen year old teen appeared.

'Where am I? My navel hurts...' he thought nervously as he wandered up the overgrown lawn. He was wearing a horrid purple dress and had a mouldy green feather clutched in his right hand.

Suddenly he heard a loud thud and voices from inside of the house.

'Robbers.' he thought, 'Mummy and Daddy will be so proud of me if I caught them. After all, I'm the junior heavyweight champion.' He smirked and walked in.

"Not so fast!" he yelled at those creepy ugly hooded people.





Back in the Grimmauld Place, Dumbledore was waving his wand and muttering incantations at a carrot and pea trying to turned them into a portkey.

"Blimey, I transfigured Ron and Hermione into a carrot and a pea." he said looking amused, "At least I did something."

"Errr... professor Dumbledore... that's my dinner." said Ginny, "Ron and Hermy are over there." She pointed at the two figure sitting on the crouch and talking to the Weasley twins.

"Oh." the old man chuckled at his mistake, "Not to worry, no harm done." He walked over to Harry's two best friend and started waving his wand and muttering some incantations.

Dudley Dursley stared at the hooded figures. Suddenly, his insides started to feel cold. He felled to the floor. He recognised those hooded things after listening from Harry last year. Well, all he knew was that they were hooded.

"Oh no, I'm dying. Go away you dementoids." he shouted at them while struggling to get to his feets.

"Dudley?" Harry whispered trying to turn his head to see if it really was Big D.

"You're crazy!" shouted Voldemort, "Stay away from me. This is my property!" He pointed his wand at Diddikins. He glared at his idiot death eaters.

"What are you standing there for? Protect me." he yelled. The death eaters jumped around trying to protect their master. Dudley attempted to stand but failed. Instead he started rolling around the living room. The idiot death eaters jumped away and started shooting spells at the fat rolling thing on the floor as it came close.

You-know-who grabbed the thin ragged thing on the floor and threw it at the fat rolling thing on the floor in defence. He then jumped onto the rock he conjured earlier and started shooting glares at his death eaters. Lucius was the first to react, he grabbed Crabbe's old television and threw it at the two things on the floor, and he did it. The two figures now lay motionless.

Voldemort smiled and climbed down.

"You'll be awarded for your brave and noble act." he said to Lucius, then threw a knut on the floor. Lucius sneered at the knut but took it anyway, thinking that he'll later use that knut for bribery reasons.

"Shall I wake them up, my lord?" asked Lestrange.

"I've got a better way." said Voldemort smiling evilly again, "A more painful way to wake them." He disappeared into a room for moment and appeared again with a small yellow thingy in his hands. He examined it for a moment then started twisting something on that yellow thingy. He-who-must-not-be-named placed the yellow thingy near the two bodies laying on the ground and took a step backwards.

"Any second now." he said happily. Suddenly, a loud horrible noise rang through the moist air. The two thingy on the floor jumped and started stirring.

"Five more minutes..." mumbled the fat one.

Voldemort walked forward to kick them.

"Well... wasn't that painful? Didn't yours ears hurt?" he asked then started laughing. "Mwhahahahahaha..."

Harry turned his head and held his arm painfully. He turned to look at the yellow thingy.

"Oh great, it's past midnight. And I'm missing all my presents." he mumbled. Dudley looked up and stared at the hooded figures. He face was ghostly white.

He turned and saw an evil snakelike face staring at him, gave a squeal and jumped backwards landing onto his cousin.

"Hmmmm..." Voldemort smiled and turned to Draco. Draco understood and turned to Harry.

"Now, I want to show you what happens to those who gets more points than me every year. He raised his wand, smiled.

"Any last words?" he sneered at Potter, "Alright then." He closed his eyes and threw his wand at Potter's head as hard as he could. The boy who lived cried out in pain. Draco laughed out loud as he watched the other boy rubbing his head.

Suddenly the fireplace started burning again as another round rolling thing rolled out. Voldemort took a giant step back, grabbed the scar head and threw it at the second rolling thing. Goyle thought that it was time for him to earn some knuts. He grabbed Crabbe's broken television and threw it at the second rolling thing.

"Huh?" the second rolling thing exclaimed as the television bounced off him and fell onto the broken arm boy beside him.

"Gregory." said Goyle as he went over to his son.

"What took you?" asked Draco.

"All this nonsense is wasting my precious time, why hasn't that stupid Dumbledore come yet?" yelled Voldemort grabbing and pulling Draco's hair in fustration.

"My hair... beautiful neat... hair..." Draco whimpered trying to pull his hair back. Voldemort ran over and started kicking Harry and finally breaking his other hand.

"What's that bloody thing you're kicking, hooded man?" Gregory asked. Voldemort glared at junior Goyle.

"What a night..." Voldemort turned away from everyone suddenly.

"Errr... master, are you all right?" asked Lucius.

"Haaar..." you-know-who answered.

"What's happening?" asked Pettigrew who was growing pale,"Master can't talk anymore."

"What did you do?" Lestrange asked kicking the boy with two broken arm, "What did you do to our master?"

He-who-must-not-be-named turned back, "What? I was yawning."

"Oh." said Bellatrix Lestrange, the evil mocking one.



Dumbledore had managed to turned his very long beard into a portkey, before shaving it off careful not to touch it and throwing them onto Ron and Hermione.

Both felt a jerk behind their navel and felt themselves being sucked forward head first.





Finally! Finished ch3. Hope it's not too short. Please r&r. Thanks.