Chapter 3

Draco led the three into his dark room. Hermione held Ron's hand as Draco opened up a passageway behind his bed. He lit his wand with a white light and offered Harry to go first.

"No, you go first. This is your room." Harry said and Draco shrugged.

"Fine then, since you are obviously scared. It's strange that you're the chosen one that will kill Him and you're scared of the dark." Draco said and Harry practically pushed him into the darkness that led to a spiral staircase. Hermione went after Harry and Ron took up the rear. They all were swallowed by the darkness.

"Harry hold onto me. Hermione, take hold of him. Ron, hold onto your love. I can't see anything. This darkness swallows light. My mom, though, used to whisper a poem to me when I was little. I know this will help us through the labyrinth."

"What is it?" Hermione asked him and she could hear him sigh.

"It was the pathway to the broken ring. Trolls only go to the left, but salvation goes right, left, right. The king looks towards the north star, while the earth looks towards the ground. In life there is always a climax, and then the big drop. Avoid this by praying to Judas, and betray life with darkness."
"How is that supposed to help us?" Ron asked and Hermione squeezed his hand.

"It practically spells it out for you. Listen to it. 'Trolls only go to the left, but salvation goes right, left, right.' Basically, that means, we can't go where trolls do, but the other ones. Draco, go right, left, right. Then, go north, which is straight, although there is going to be a dip. The path is going to be really steep and then down swiftly. Judas was on Jesus's right hand, so go left. So, when the path starts to drop, keep to the left. Got it, Draco?" Draco nodded and he felt Harry put his hand on his shoulder and whisper into his ear.
"I understand you're scared. I am too. Just keep on the path, and I'll help you. Okay?" Draco nodded.
"Why are you being so nice to me, Harry? I've been so mean to you for so long." Harry smiled, although no one could see it.
"I believe that there is good in you. You weren't supposed to be filled with hate and darkness. You're dad did that to you. Let us help you. Let me believe in you, Draco." Harry said, and for some reason, Draco blushed. It was unusual that he was so close to him, but it made him seem as if his mother was once looking over him again. He nodded and let Harry leave his hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go, then. Let's find this ring." Draco said.

The air was dead as they approached the giant abyss to their right. They kept going down, down, further into the darkness, until Draco smacked into something. A Dead End. "Ugh, this is as far as we go." He whispered and Ron pushed past them.
"This can't be it. Let me try to get through." He answered and pushed at the stone in front of him. Hermione joined her boyfriend and began to whisper a series of opening chants. Suddenly, the stone began to budge.

"Harry, Draco, help me!" Ron grunted and they shoved at the wall. A light shone on their faces as they all fell foreword into a bright chamber.

"Nice to see that you all made it here." Said a voice in front of them. The teens looked up to see Voldemort and his Death Eaters staring down at them.

"Oh God..." Draco whispered. The scar on his arm began to burn.