I've had this chapter written for a while now but I kept forgetting to post it. I've written another story plus its sequel. I haven't posted the sequel yet and I'm not for sure if I will but hey here's your 25th chapter! I won't be surprised if none of you ever read another word I write but please forgive me!!!

The first two fallen parts of the tunnel were easy to blast away but now Draco was at his third blockade and was having a very hard time.

"Bloody rocks." He growled, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"This plan isn't working too well Potter."

Harry laughed.

"Try harder. Use a different spell or something. It can't possibly be that difficult to move a pile of rubble." He said.

"If you think you're so brilliant, you come do it."

Suddenly Draco appeared next to Harry looking frustrated.

"Well go on then." He pushed. Harry sighed and took control of Draco's body.

Picking himself up off the ground where Draco had fainted to switch total control over to Harry, the Gryffindor steadied his wand and aimed it at the wall of rock.

"Rectusempra!" He shouted. The spell shot straight through the weakest point in the rocks. Another well placed spell completely disintegrated the middle section. The top half of the wall caved into the resulting hole.

"Way to go Potter. Now you're back where you started."

Harry didn't respond as he prepared to shoot again. This time the entire top half of the wall was blasted away leaving a pile short enough to climb over.

"You were saying Malfoy?" Harry said with a smile that Draco couldn't see.

When the Slytherin didn't respond Harry laughed and continued to walk through the tunnel. After another turn Harry realized they should almost be to the other end. He picked up his pace slightly, eager to talk to his Professors and figure out how he could get back into his own body.

"Potter." Draco said.

"What is it Malfoy? We're almost to the end." Harry jogged along the passage, smoothly leaping over small obstacles and blasting away giant spider webs.

"It's back." Draco practically whispered.

An icy shiver shot through Harry's spine as the dark presence appeared inside Draco's head.

"Fight it Draco. Just hold it back until we can get to Dumbledore." Harry urged. He ran as fast as the tunnel would allow.

Draco faced the dark, towering figure and couldn't suppress the shiver that coursed down his spine or the wince of fear from showing on his face.

"Impedimentia!" He shouted hoarsely. To his horror the spell shot straight through the figure, vanishing as it lost power. It raised a hand and as he waved it a silvery screen materialized in front of Draco's eyes. The slytherin recognized it as the same screen that had shown Harry's uncle punishing him. Draco didn't even want to imagine what the monster would pull from his own memories.

"No!" Draco cried out shooting a round of curses at the screen. It shattered after the fourth hit and Draco went back to attacking the hooded figure.

Harry ran as fast as he could, blasting everything and anything blocking his path. Finally the debris around him seemed to lessen and the tunnel itself expanded slightly.

Draco fought to catch his breath as he stopped shooting at the figure. Not a single one of his curses even seemed to phase the monster. All Draco had managed to do was wear himself out. Suddenly the figure waved his hand sharply and Draco was thrown backwards. He landed on his back with such force that the wind was knocked clean out of him and dark spots swam around his vision. The Slytherin was almost positive he felt at least two ribs crack. Ropes snaked their way around the teen's arms and legs and his wand was ripped from his grasp.

With Draco bound and disarmed the hooded figure raised both his hands high over his head. Electric blue forks of lightning shot into the air. Draco squeezed his eyes shut against the intense light.

Harry could just make out the faint out line of the portrait leading out of this tunnel and out to the corridors. Suddenly an intense pain shot through his head. He stumbled but didn't fall.

"Not yet." He hissed.

Harry fought the darkness threatening to consume him as he put on an extra burst of speed. Seconds later the pain was almost blinding as Harry burst through the portrait. Blinded by the pain and sudden light the teen never saw the seven wands pointed at him. Each one hit him with something different and suddenly Harry found himself bound, unarmed, and unable to move anything below his neck. None of the adults spoke as the young auror and Lupin lifted Harry to his feet roughly.

"Professors….help…" Harry hissed painfully.

"Harry?" Lupin said uncertainly.

"Yes…thing…attacking..." Harry gasped as the monster inside him put more power behind its attack.

"What's going on Albus?" McGongall asked nervously as her student through his head from side to side roughly as if trying to shake something out of his brain.

"Take him to the hospital wing." Dumbledore ordered.

"But what about Potter's body, what if what Snape was thinking is true?" Moody asked. He was referring to the conversation all the adults had had while waiting for Harry to make it through the tunnel. Moody had watched the teen struggle and was able to inform his colleges when they would need to strike.

All eyes turned between the headmaster and the semi conscious teen as he let out another grunt of pain.

"Take him to the hospital wing and move Harry's body to Madame Pomfrey's back room." Dumbledore said firmly. The adults around him bustled to fill out their orders. Moody levitated the teen's body and followed behind Lupin who would move Harry's body. The group was silent as it made the long trip back to the Hospital Wing. Almost immediately after Moody laid Draco's body down on one of the vacant beds the teen began thrashing around in agony.

"NO…GET…OUT….LEAVE…US….ALONE!!" he cried. Blood began streaming out of his eyes and his nose. Everyone gasped in shock when his eyes burst open completely blood shot with the sticky substance clinging to his eyelids. His back arched against the bed and a merciless laugh.

"There's no way out; no one to help you." The voice was cold as ice and as low as a snakes hiss. Suddenly Draco's head jerked and was facing Dumbledore. The Headmaster stared into the blood red eyes that were once misty silver.

"You've finally lost Dumbledore. I found the one place you cannot interfere and no amount of luck can save them now." Another bone chilling laugh erupted from the teen's throat before melting in a blood curdling scream of pain.

The adults watched in horror as Draco's body went deathly still. His face was white from the blood loss. His eyes were wide open but unseeing. Blood stained his face and was dripping down onto his pillow and into his hair. Before anyone knew what was happening Dumbledore raised his wand and aimed it square at Draco's head. He muttered a long complicated spell and was gone in a blinding flash of white light.

"What's he think he's doing?" one of the younger aurors gasped.

"He's entered Draco's mind. It is the only way we will be able to help." McGonagall explained softly.