Heyyyyy guys : ). I think wait was a little shorter than the last one ; ). well quite a few people complained about the lack of action but you deffinetely got your just desserts in this chapter. I'll let you see for yourselff. Below are the responses to the feedback just like i promised. Remember to reveiww because my writing will only get better if you do because i really need to know what i can better att. Thanks Guys!

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Ch. 10: Welcome to My life (Simple Plan)

Harry was dozing right off on his Firebolt despite going a nice 130 miles per hour. He had skipped sleep to think and now was going to waste the rest of the night riding till he had gotten to the Malfoy Manor. It would be a good 3 hour trip on broom so he had some time to think on his small flight.

He thought about when Hagrid first came thumping on the door of his Uncle and Aunt's to surprise him by saying that him, Harry, was a wizard. He also thought about when Hagrid had told him that he wasn't just an ordinary wizard but he was the boy who lived. He thought about the train, and the sorcerer's stone, and about Voldermont who couldn't lay a hand on him at the time.

Harry guided his Firebolt a little more in the right direction. Harry just had this feeling where it was and usually, his feelings were very correct. His mind once again wandered off.

His thoughts went to the Chamber Of Secrets in the girls bathroom. And he thought about Sirius who had been his enemy in 3rd year and was now a dead blessing to him. He thought about the Triwizard Tournament and the torment he had to face at first…and then Cedric Diggory.

A tree was approaching Harry in a hurry and he ducked with his arm hitting the trunk of the tree. "Ah dammit!" Harry spoke to himself in agony while still clutching his broomstick with one hand, but examining the other. His mind left again as quickly as it had come back.

He thought about the Graveyard with Voldermont and when he first laid eyes on that devilish organism if you could even call him that. He thought about Dumbledore fighting Voldermont in Harry's 5th year and Sirius dieing in the same day to Bellatrix Lestrange. He thought about the Hocrux hunt he went on with Dumbledore not too long ago…just hours before he was killed by Severus Snape.

There was no missing the next tree coming at him as the branch hit Harry's forehead with full forced without it even moving and inch. Harry got up reluctantly with the whole world spinning under him. "What in the bloody hell was that for?" He said talking to the tree. Then looking embarrassed even thought no one was there to see him talk to a giant tree that had just hurt him.

He realized that he only needed to probably fly for another half minute and he would be there. "Wow" Harry stated. "I should start thinking more often. Now I know why Hermione does it so much." Harry said smiling at his own joke. He didn't personally think the joke was funny, but it had Hermione in it which had always made him smile.

He grabbed his Firebolt and saw that the tree he had crashed into was one of the thousand right in front of him. And since it was around 3a.m. it was pitch dark everywhere making the trees look just like Halloween cartoon trees. Harry went to go fly over them but he was pushed back as soon as he did.

He landed back right before the forest and went to go touch one of the trees and nothing seemed unusual about it. He walked right into the forest with his Firebolt just like it wasn't magical at all and it was fine…well for the first 10 steps.

A growl came from the left of Harry which made him jump only to back up into more sounds of growling right behind of him. It started to coming from all sides and Harry gulped, he was surrounded by what, he did not know yet. Harry's mind was forcefully emptied a second later and he realized what the magical creature was that were surrounding him.

"Dementors!" Harry screamed and instinctively pulled out his wand. One had popped out and there it was a full grown dementor. 12 feet of a black cape with a mouth opening but still had this slimy feel and Harry started to relive all his tragedies but unlike 3rd year, he knew how to do this.

He thought of Ginny and all the fun times they had, had together and yelled "Expecto Patronum!" After he said it, light sprouted right out from the tip of Harry's want but it wasn't as much as he was used to but it was enough to scare the dementor.

Growls still came from all around him and now he was thinking about his parents dieing at the hands of Voldermont. He could literally hear his mom saying "DON'T TAKE HARRY, PLEASE!"

Harry couldn't figure out why his patronum wasn't that big since he thought about the happiest thing that was in his life, or he thought it was. He rethought the whole idea of a happy thought and thought about going to surviving today to see Ginny and once again yelled "Expecto Patronum!"

A few more dementors were taken care of but Harry felt like there were at least 30 more and it was so dark, that he couldn't see any of them as soon as the light from his patronum expired. He started to panic as he saw Voldermont actually killing his mom which he had never seen before and made him jump back right into a dementor and he slowly fainted.

Harry couldn't let it happen to himself and then picked a random happy thought. He thought of the last 7 years with Hermione, all the happy time and even the bad with her and just plainly yelled it with his wand pointing straight up and he didn't think it would work in the slightest way but he casted in anyway thinking of Hermione Granger.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" He yelled and the brightest patronum Harry had ever casted came out and he saw at least 100 dementors fly into the sky and right out of it at the sight of the beam coming out of Harry's wand.

The light finally subsided with no dementors in sight but leaving an emotional drained Harry behind. He wanted to sleep so badly but knew he was only about a quarter mile away from Cho Chang and Mr. Weasly. But of course, he couldn't stop thinking about why thinking about Ginny didn't help his patronus but thinking of Hermione made it unbeatable.

This fact really puzzled him as he walked to the Malfoy Manor like he was walking on an afternoon stroll to right to The Burrow. He really couldn't think about it anymore as he realized he was about 100 feet from the Malfoy Manor and there was absolutely nothing separating him from the front door of the manor but he knew from Bellatrix, the easiest way is right through the front but she said it was not guarded at all during the afternoon hours. Would that cover middle-of-the-night hours too?

He walked up to the door with his wand at the ready and anyone who didn't know what Bellatrix said would think he was the craziest man in the world walking right into Voldermont's lair but from the looks of it, the manor was at least 4 stories so he knew he might be able to get through this whole place with two rescued hostages without coming across the dark lord but now wasn't the time to get cocky.

He tried to twist the handle but of course it was locked but it was nothing an Allahomora spell couldn't fix and before he knew it, he was staring at the biggest house he thought he ever saw. He could now figure out why Malfoy was always such a stuck-up snob.

It deffinetely was 4 stories with stairs going incredibly high but it was black all around giving the room an extremely gloomy feeling. To the right of Harry, were stairs going downstairs to no doubt the basement but it seemed even darker down there then it was up here. No doubt all the Death Eaters were sleeping and I guess all of them were sleeping or…

"Harry Potter, nice of you to finally join us." A voice rang behind Harry uttering those words menacingly.

Harry showed no reaction and just turned to his left and said in a very threatening voice. "So good job running away when we were at The Burrow, Dolohov" Harry didn't know where this confidence came from but it deffinetely caught Dolohov off guard.

"Hm…well I can assure that I won't run away from this fight, even though I can't have the pleasure of killing you. That will be saved for the Dark Lord." Dolohov said with a slight smile.

Harry knew he was probably about to fight one of Voldermont's most trusted Death Eaters, but he knew he had to remain calm, and keep playing it like a smart-ass. He had, had a lot of practice from all those rows with Snape back in Hogwarts.

"Aww…can't do it yourself can you? Even though you have the boy standing right in front of you that is responsible for your own lord's downfall and who sent you and many of your friends to Azkaban to rot there? It'll only take one spell, and Harry Potter would be removed from the Earth and life itself." Harry finished with the devilish and confident smile but feeling none of that inside. He thought the ending to this could be extremely good or fatally ugly.

Harry looked at Dolohov and it actually seemed like he was pondering if he should take Harry's advice and kill him right now and be done with it, never to hear another "chosen one" story again.

"Ha-ha." Dolohov said in a fake laugh. "Nice try Potter, but do not fret, I'll have my share of you right now, and leave the rest of the Lord."

This sentence caught Harry off guard and before he could even clutch his wand, Dolohov had casted a spell. "Expelliarmus!" and just like that, Harry's wand had spun right out of his hand like Harry had thrown it personally but luckily, Dolohov couldn't catch it and it landed right in the corner of the room.

The chances of Harry getting to the wand, that was only 15 feet away, were slim because that would plenty of time for him to shoot Harry and paralyze him good enough to put him on a silver platter for Voldermont. He couldn't think of any way to handle Dolohov so of course, he ran right through the hallway knowing he couldn't go to the basement yet without getting hit by Dolohov.

This led him straight to the kitchen, which actually looked so quaint, that it was really hard to believe that Voldermont stayed here. Harry's mind went blank as he looked through the giant kitchen and opened a giant spice cabinet which just enough space if he crouched to half his height which of course, he did.

Not a second after Harry closed the cabinet door, Dolohov came running into the kitchen half-panting, looking for the boy who lived. "Come out, come out Potter." He said in a sick tone as if he was talking to a dog. His voice just made Harry want to come out of the cabinet and punch his lights out.

Harry heard Dolohov opening each cabinet along the side of the wall that he was on and he was slowly approaching his. "Hiding just like your mother huh Harry?"

This triggered Harry and he jumped out of the cabinet and realized a second later, that even though he was filled with anger, he had just made a pretty stupid mistake.

Dolohov sent a stunner right towards Harry with a wicked smile on his face but Harry used his reactions to duck right out of it's way but as soon as he did, Dolohov reacted with another spell right to where Harry was and there was no escaping this one.

"Bombarda!" Harry got thrown back right into what he supposed was the game room for Malfoy. He had crashed right threw 3 walls and felt like passing out right there but the real bad news was, Dolohov wasn't done. Harry realized that he had got hit so hard, that he was now on the second story of the house as he heard running up the stairs by Dolohov. Harry couldn't figure out where all the Death Eaters were.

He ran into the room and didn't waste anytime casting a stunner so that he could send Harry to the Dark Lord. Harry rolled right out of the way and clutched his head the way it was paining. He got up anyways before another spell came and with the use of his adrenaline, picked up a toy broomstick of Malfoy's made of real wood and hit Dolohov right over the head with it.

Dolohov collapsed on the ground and no matter how much Harry's head was hurting, he ran back down to the first floor and made an effort to try and find his wand. He had just seen it when a spell had just passed his ear and missed him. Harry turned around and saw Dolohov fuming mad with a red mark on the side of his head, he looked mad enough to Harry, that he thought Dolohov might take every scent of life away from him but leave an inch for Voldermont.

Harry's wand was still on the ground and if Harry made the slightest movement to pick it up, he would surely be writhing on the ground in pain beyond belief. Harry kept standing with his hand right 3 feet under his right arm and just knew he needed to think of a wandless spell or he would be dead as soon as Dolohov yelled out a spell. He opened his arm thinking "Accio Wand" and the wand didn't even budge.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR USING THAT MUGGLE VIOLENCE ON ME!" Dolohov yelled rather rudely. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can sure as hell make you feel so much pain that you'll be crying for your dead parents.

Harry knew not to react because the last time he did, which was 5 minutes ago, it ended up resulting in him flying through walls head-first which was now trickling blood down his neck and hurt Harry like he had just got cut all around his scalp.

He tried again to pick up his wand without uttering any words and without a wand and he saw out of the corner that the wand had moved a couple inches up but then back down to the ground.

Dolohov continued, "You have made a fool out of me in front of the Dark Lord for the last time Potter. I think it's time someone put you in your place, and I'll be happy to help." He said menacingly but you could tell he was reeling from the hit he took from the broom. Harry guessed he really did have a glass chin, literally and non-literally.

Harry tried again to retrieve his wand and it moved half-way to his hand which awaited it. It came short again though by about half the way but Harry thanked god that Dolohov didn't noticed the floating wand.

"Trust me; you'll die just like your parents!" Dolohov spoke to Harry in an extremely cocky manner. "Crucio!" He yelled out pointing his wand at Harry who didn't even budge while the shot approached. The last comment that he had just made had really pushed Harry's buttons and Harry tried to get his wand one more time and it flew up so fast, it made marks on Harry's hand. Harry wasn't really thinking about this as he sent a Crucio spell flying right back to Dolohov with extreme force.

Harry put all his rage in that shot and didn't realize how much of a mistake that was until it was too late and he had sent out the spell. His spell overpowered Dolohov by about a 100 times because of all the anger he had just released with that spell and it the spells met in the middle with Harry's totally engulfing Dolohovs' spell and it kept driving even harder straight to him and he collapsed to the ground and started twitching.

Harry tried to pull away his wand knowing what was happening wasn't right but the spell was overpowering his arm and it kept there till finally Harry won over his anger. The light striking Dolohov was lifted and he lay on the floor on the brink of death. Harry couldn't help but knell beside him and after figuring out all he needed was to rest, he got up and picked his wand back up.

Harry was so ashamed of himself he couldn't even look at the mirror that was facing him. He couldn't figure out how he let his anger take control of everything in his body and everything in there was focused on putting as much hurt on that death eater as possible. He knew that this wasn't the best time to think about this and he looked down the stairs leading to the basement knowing that Cho and Mr. Weasley were just a story away from being saved.

He couldn't get his mind off the fact that Dolohov and himself had just caused all sorts of noise, but still, no death eaters came running, Voldermont wasn't any the wiser, and it seemed no one was in the house. He took one step down the basement and remembered how much he was hurting and fell to the ground in agony.

The back of his head was drenched in blood and his back seemed like it was ripped out. But more than any hurt, was his heart, he had just almost killed his second person of his life. This wasn't how Dumbledore wanted his quest to be fallen through with. He would have to learn to control his anger or he would become a tyrant incredibly fast.

He got up reluctantly and made his way down the stairs with the up-most care to not hurt anything else in his body. It wouldn't be the smartest if he survived a fight with a death eater but died falling down a flight of stairs. He felt himself reach the bottom and lighted the room with the tip of his wand with a "lumos maximus" spell.

He looked and saw an even drearier room then upstairs but what he saw on the bed of the empty room he didn't like even more. There was blood on random places on the bed and floor around it. Also shoe marks like someone was being forced out of this place and Harry smelled Cho's scent around the room. Mr. Weasley's jacket was on the side table also but both Mr. Weasley's and Cho's wands were missing which of course, was an incredibly bad sign.

All of these clues could only lead Harry to one conclusion and it wasn't a pretty one. Voldermont knew he was coming, and set Harry up. Harry had fallen yet into another trap and it was waiting for him 4 stories higher than him. It wasn't just a trap actually; it was a plan to kill the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, once and for all.

Cho held her head and couldn't help but feel guilty. She thought of all the things she read our Harry's profile all the way from his first year of life when he almost got murdered to the meeting between Harry and Voldermont at the graveyard. Also what happened at the Department of Mysteries and Hogwarts at the end of last year was there too. She had read something about Dumbledore giving Harry a "quest" but she didn't pay much attention to it.

She sat with Mr. Weasley silently, each in their own minds. They were still stuck in this dungeon-basement-room type thing. Both of their wands had been stripped right out of their possession so they were absolutely powerless. All that power Cho had used on that perverted death eater had subsided because she no longer felt as angry and threatened as she did then. They both felt like this was one of the worst positions of their lives.

They had both got Harry Potter killed by the Voldermont. Harry died just to save two people that would never be too important to the fight against the Dark Lord. They had been both sitting their quietly for about an hour before Cho uttered a few words.

"I can't believe we did this to him," she said in a rather depressed voice. "I can't believe we did this to the world and everyone who expected Harry to beat Voldermont. We gave him in too early and he wasn't able to do anything against him, it's our fault!" She said sobbing into her hands.

"Listen to me Cho. There's nothing we can do now. It wasn't our fault we got captured, and it's not Harry's fault for coming to rescue us. The only one that should be blamed here is V-V-V-V…" He said trying to get the last word out.

"Voldermont Sir" Cho said in a rather annoyed voice. "Fear of a name, only increases fear of the thing itself. I learned that from Harry." She said knowingly before going back to sobbing at the thought of Harry's name.

They heard the door from upstairs click and someone was making their way downstairs toward them at a rather slow place which freaked Cho and Mr. Weasley out. A figure showed up at the edge of the stairs leading upward and it turned out to be Severus Snape, who Cho and Mr. Weasley scowled at before going back to their scared and curious faces.

Snape ignored them and said his next few words like he was talking to a wall. "The Dark Lord requests that you come up to the 4th floor where he is staying to make room for a guest that will be joining us." Snape said, acting like a regular old messenger who didn't like his job very much.

"What did they do to Harry?!" Cho screamed out and stood up.

Snape was caught off guard for a second but then just gestured for both to follow him up the stairs.

Cho and Mr. Weasley knew they had absolutely no choice. They followed not knowing what to expect to happen when they came across the Dark Lord. Cho had more of an idea what to expect since she had already been in his presence not too long ago. Although, she was so scared, that it all passed as a blur it would be a lot harder for her this time.

Mr. Weasley had never even been close to The Dark Lord but he kept it in for Cho just to show they had nothing to worry about, but he knew they did, they had everything to worry about.

Hope you guys liked ittttttttt : ). There was deffientely a lot more action in this one and there's gonna be a lot more soon too. The next chapter will be up for everyone hopefully by the time this weekend goes by. I hope everyone has a really good Easter and remember to review my storyy because i need it to keep my writing up because i really don't wanna give up on it : ). Thank guys!!