"Enervate" he heard someone say from very far away.

Draco Malfoy shook his head and got up. He was still feeling very dizzy. He tried to remember what had happened. Pictures began to click together in his brain.

"Now I remember" he mumbled to himself. "I was in the library at night, looking up ways to curse Potter. Then I got knocked out by a shadow and was brought here." He looked around. "Where exactly is here anyways?"

He turned around and looked behind him. "Oh shit" he muttered. "Just great. Even when I'm kidnapped my two goons still manage to follow me around."

"I see you're awake" said a cold voice behind him.

Draco turned around. He was looking into the evillest red eyes he had ever seen, the eyes of Voldemort. "Yes I am. What are they doing here?" he demanded, pointing at the others, who were still unconcious on the cold stone floor.

"You'll soon find out" said Voldemort, "as will your little friends".
"Enervate" he said, pointing his wand at Crabbe. Then again, at Goyle and once again, at Adam.

Goyle shook his head and managed to get up. However, his dizziness overtook him and fell down, on top of Crabbe.

"Ouch! Get off me you big, clumsy oaf." Crabbe grunted.

"Sorry" mumbled Goyle, trying to get up. As he kicked, one of his legs swept Adam off his feet.

"Owwww." groaned Adam. He tried to get up again, using Goyle as his support. But at that moment, Crabbe kicked Goyle off himself, and Goyle landed on top of Adam.

Now the three boys were entangled with each other, kicking, pushing, stepping, and basically fighting, trying to get out.

Draco watched all of this with mild amusement mixed with disgust. "Great" he muttered sarcastically. "Just great. How are we going to escape if they can't even get up without tripping someone?" He tilted his head backwards and lifted his hands. "Why me?" he asked to no one in particular.

*~*~*

Madame Pomfrey ran into the Great Hall, her usually tidy bun askew, her face red from her rush.

All the students watched with interest as she rushed pass them, and onto where the teachers were eating their dinner.

"Dumbledore" she gasped as she stepped onto the High Table. "Dark Mark...hospital wing...door....burned on....heard....screams" Then she fainted.

Dumbledore waved his wand, muttered a few words and water came pouring out of his wand and on Madame Pomfrey's face. She woke up instantly and sputtered.

"Now Poppy" Dumbledore said calmly. "Can you tell me slowly what happened?"

"Well, I was in the hospital wing, fluffing up pillows and such." she began. "When I heard a scream from outside. I dropped the pillow and went to the door immediately to see what was going on. The doorknob was hot when I touched it so I went to get a towel to cool it off a bit. I opened the door, and...well..."

"Yes Poppy?" Dumbledore encouraged.

"Well, I saw...I saw the Dark Mark burned into the door."

Everyone in the hall gasped. There was panic at every table, including the Slytherins.

Dumbledore shot out sparks with his wand until everyone was quiet. "Prefects" he boomed, "take the members of your house up to the common room immediately. The rest of your dinner will be sent up. Do not, and I repeat, do not leave your common rooms until I say you can"

The Great Hall was full of panic, students moving in every direction trying to get out.

*~*~*

Voldemort turned back to the stone tablet in which he had recieved his first instructions.

"I have the boy" he announced to it in Parseltongue.

The words on the tablet changed. 'Take the boy and place him in front of me. If he is the right one, I will show your next instructions.'

Voldemort walked over to where the boys had been trying to get up for the last half hour. He reached into the pile and grabbed an arm. It was the arm of Goyle. He looked up at Voldemort, amazed.

"It's You Know Who" said Goyle, who was still in awe.

Voldemort sneered. This oaf of a boy was even dumber than his father. He dragged Goyle over to the tablet. "Sit" he commanded pointing to a spot in front of it. Goyle sat.

Voldemort peered at the stone. The words remained the same. "He obviously isn't the one" the stone hissed at Voldemort. "Don't be stupid"

Voldemort was shocked. Nobody called HIM stupid. He got out his wand, ready to blast it into a million pieces when he remembered that he needed it. He pushed down his anger, pocketed his wand, and dragged Goyle back.

The same thing happened with Crabbe, and with Adam. By the time he got to Draco, Voldemort was about to burst. The stone had called him stupid again, along with dumb, moronic, and a lot of other words that aren't fit to be mentioned right now.

Voldemort dragged Draco over to the stone, just as he had done with the others.

Draco winced. Voldemort nails were digging into his skin. He wanted to protest, but upon seeing Voldemort's temper decided that he better not.

Voldemort threw Draco down in front of the stone. "Sit" he barked. Draco sat.

The words on the stone changed. "You finally got it through your thick little skull who the true heir is, Oldie Voldie the Moldie" the stone said to him.

Draco stifled a laugh. The stone was insulting Voldemort. And it was getting away with it too. Voldemort looked as if he was about to burst. Amazingly, he didn't. He just leant over and took a look at the words on a the stone.

The next one you must get is a Muggle born
His house is Hufflepuff, his robes are torn
Bring him here and I will say
what you need do next to get your way

"Who's a Mublooded Hufflepuff?" he snarled at Draco.

"Uh Justin Finch-Fletchley" Draco answered nervously.

Voldemort laughed his evil laugh. "Beware Justin" he sneered. "For you will be next."

Disclaimer: All the HP characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Kay, so no one disappeared in this part. But they will soon. Bwahahahahahahahahaha. Sorry. Be a responsible reader and write a review. teeheehee. Please? It only takes a few seconds. =)