Harry stepped into the bed/living room, eyeing his friends' choice of clothes, pretty much just leather and bare skin in daring placed in the girls' clothes.

"…You call that clothes…?" Hermione huffed as she crossed her arms, throwing Harry a death glare.

"I'll have you know this is High fasion with a cabalas H!" Harry chuckled and studied them closer.

His two Dorm mates each had tight leather pants, Ron though had some small chains systematically sewed on. They also had an leather jacket with 'Lómé' on the back, in green colors. Neville had a creamy white shirt on while Ron stuck with black, they had styled their hair and first now did Harry notice that Ron had chopped some of his off; letting it frame his face instead of just hanging there. Neville had undercut but the top part was almost long enough to cover it.

The girls on the other hand were all different in style.

Hermione had leather pants on like Ron, hers also had gashes in the fabric across her thighs, a very short tank top in white but it looked like blood, fresh blood, had just been splashed on her. She also had a leather jacket with 'Ré' on, though hers just barely covered her breast if she closed it, her chains had small charms hanging there looked like Runes if Harry should come with a guess. Her hair were all straightened and reached her middle back, she had black rims around her eyes and her lips were all black.

Luna had spandex pants on there clung to her long slender legs like second skin, which it practically were, it ended very low in the waist. Her blouse ended just under her breasts and above, dark blood red with a web-like black pattern. The same jacked as Hermione, her hair, though longer, were much the same - loose in soft waves, spilling over her back and shoulders. Make-up also the same though her lips were bright red.

Harry turned wary to Ginny but was surprised.

Ginny had a short leather shirt on, not too long and not too short, her blouse were black as night and ended above her belly bottom with long net sleeves, there widened further down her arms from her elbow. Her jacked were without sleeves, though you could see sippers so Harry assumed they were Pull-off-and-on. Her hair reached her butt in big curls there bounced at the smallest movement of her head, her make-up were the same style but in a bluish color; giving her a pale look from all the black leather, her blazing red hair and her own pale skin - but it suited her, made you think of a fallen angel in misery.

All in All conclusion - they looked totally hot!

Harry smirked as he saw Hermione studying him.

"Okay, maybe I was a bit hasty. You all look very nice and I'm sure you'll give some of them a heart attack." that made them all smirk with a small chuckle from the girls.

"How do we get out? No one must see us." Neville looked at Harry, though he kept glancing at Luna.

"I'll transport us, here…" he made them stand in a circle, holding hands. "Close your eyes and hold on, try to take slow even breathes. Don't panic, this is usually for One like me as we don't need air. Just slow even inhale, hold it a little and slowly exhale, okay?" his friends nodded and already did as told, making him smile warmly at their blind trust in him.

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Lord Voldemort had a good day, something there did not happen often and always left his Death Eaters wary, but what did he care?

Today was the anniversary of his number One enemy disappearing day. Though he would have preferred to do the job himself, he was quite pleased with having managed to drive the boy to flee - maybe even kill himself? Voldemort shook his head, he wasn't that lucky.

Oh was he right about that…

"INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS! ALARM 1! INTRUDERS!" Voldemort growled as he heard the alarm, drawing his wand as he stood to make his way downstairs. He lifted it and pointed it at the door as it flew open.

"My Lord! Six people have breached the wards and are heading for the door!" just as Lucius had said it, the Manson shook and you could hear shouting erupt below them.

"Dammit!" Voldemort hurried down, Lucius followed while taming his long hair in the neck.

"Bella stun them!" Lucius shouted before having to duck as the red beams deflected back at them as they hit a invincible force field, there gleamed green where it were hit by spells.

"Enough!" Voldemort shouted to his followers - who were Bellatrix, Lucius and the Lestrange brothers - they all lowered their wand but didn't relax their pose. The Dark Lord walked down the stairs, red eyes glaring at the six people. He glanced behind them and saw the doors were hanging crooked - almost all off - "Who do you think you are to bang in like that!" he stopped at the end, long spider fingers playing with his wand. "Speak!"

Voldemort glared as one of them broke from the others, walking to stand almost face-to-face with him. He noticed angry that they were equals in height, which bothered him more than he would have liked.

"Malik Pierce is the name and may I say, it's a pleasure to meet you." Malik chuckled at the shocked look he received from Voldemort. He smirked slowly, lips moving to show something pointy.

"You're a vampire." they both knew it were a statement as it were quite clear.

"What do you say we go somewhere a little nicer? I'm not much for hallways…" Malik purred, smirking as Voldemort hissed. "Oh relax Tom, I'm not about to kill you."

"Then what is your purpose?" He sneered to Malik though it seemed to have no affections what so ever as he was still smirking that smirk!

"I have come to make a alignment with you." There were several gasps in the hall and Voldemort glared even as he indicated for Malik to follow, who then did it to his friends.