part twenty two
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hehehehee we have Voldie back. yay... or maybe not so yay.
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"Where... where am i?" Harry asked Donovan.

"You're on death's doorstep." Donovan smiled curtly, "I will be rewarded beyond my imaginable desires for bringing the infamous last Potter to his Lordship."

"You... you're a death eater." Harry said with conviction. "Thats why Edea never said.."

"Edea doesnt know i'm still here." Donovan said with glee, "But yes, i am a death eater, always have been. I'm sorry to say that had Edea followed my footsteps as she should have done, she would have been a great asset to my master's cause, as would Sirius Black, but no matter, we have what we came for."

"I won't join him." Harry said stubbornly,

"Oh he doesnt want you to join, he wants to kill you." Donovan straightened the cuffs of his sleeves, "Theres a difference."

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"Like i said..." Peter was still shaking, more to do with the atrocious driving Edea was performing than his own fears. "My master always finds a way."

"So Lucius Malfoy's out and helped dear old Voldie escape your form, yah?" Edea swerved, narrowly missing a rabbit on the road.

Peter flinched, "Y...yes.... can you... slow down?"

Edea grinned, and floored the accelerator, "Nuh-uh."

"You... you're not perfect... he will catch you..." Peter stuttered, gripping onto the seat, he was now sweating furiously, his hands shaking like leaves in a gale.

"I know, i wouldnt want to be perfect, if you're perfect you have nothing to strive towards, see?" Edea screched round a corner, turning off the dirt track and onto some pre-neolithic type of road, "If your dear master wants me, he'll have to come and get me, no questions asked, however, he sends his minions to do the dirty work, thats just cowardice."

"I... i'm not doing the dirty work for.. his.. lordship." Peter looked down, "I... have been assigned another task..."

Edea slammed on the brakes for the second time that drive, the car came to a burning halt, tyre marks stretched out behind them. "Oh?"

"Like i said... if you let me live... i... i'll tell you."

"Why do i really not believe you, whats in this for you?" Edea asked, her face inches away from his. "You wouldnt be doing this if it didnt have some presonal gratification."

"I... I..."

"I see." Edea grinned, "I get it now, Voldemort's not the biggest bully in the playground any more is he, he cant protect you. So.. you come crawling back over here, for your safety, yes?"

"NO!" Peter shook his head, "Its nothing like that."

"Then what IS it like?"

"I cant tell you.." Peter was eyeing his possible escape routes nervously.

"Yes you can." Edea grabbed a handful of his robes, "You will tell me, or you'll go back out there a lesser man than you started off as."

Peter squeaked, glancing up at the sunroof. Closed, but not locked.

"Ma'am, can i see your driving license please?" A policeman on his motorbike had pulled up beside Edea's window. "I've had reports of a car matching your description speeding through the last few villages at way over the speed limit. Woud you step out of the car please?"

Edea glared furiously at the policeman before opening the door carefully making sure Peter was secure inside and rummaging round in her bag. She turned round from the car to hand the policeman her ID and suddenly a sliding noise and a loud pop took her attention back to the car, she turned round just in time to see a rat climb out of the sunroof and streak into the field on the other side of the road. Edea slammed her fist down onto the car bonnet furiously.

"Look what you've done!" Edea screamed at the shocked policeman, "YOU LET HIM GET AWAY!"

"ma'am... please... calm down.. or i'll have to arrest you... totally unnacceptable..."

"Do you know what this is?" Edea pulled out her wand, "This is my best friend, my best friend has special abilities to make you forget things."

The policeman laughed at her, "You're threatening me... with a stick?"

"Obliviate." Edea hissed as the policeman's grin dissapeared, being replaced by a look of thoughtless bliss. "Enjoy your day, sir." She said stuffily as she climbed back into her car and hit her head against the steering wheel repeatedly.
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"Sherbet lemons.... er.. no maybe not.. fizzing whisbees... no? er... okay um... bertie botts everyflavour beans.... not thet either? oh dear...well... um... apple twists.... peppermint toads... for god's sake.... polos... nutella..."

At this the gargoyle jumped out of the way... Sirius paused, "Nutella? What a choice." He hurried off up to Dumbledore's office, taking the stairs two at a time.

"Professor? Dumbledore?? HELP?" He burst into the office, where Profesor Dumbeldore was looking out of the window,

"I saw you coming." He murmured quietly, "Strange things are happening today."

"I know.. look, its Harry... he's been taken by er... Donovan DuCruet."

Whatever Dumbledore was waiting for, this was not what he was expecting, his eyebrows raised. "Donovan Edward DuCruet?"

"The very same." Sirius said with menace. "He took Harry... outside the pub in Godrics Hollow, changed the door into a portkey, but the traces were scrambled and i couldnt take any information about where they went to... but i have a suspicion."

"DuCruet? That old gryffindor prefect?" Severus Snape had been sitting in a corner chair, and Sirius had not as yet noticed him. "He's a death eater."

Sirius rolled his eyes, "I KNOW that NOW."

"Gentlemen please... keep your catfights for later." Dumbledore said, shaking his head.

Snape was about to comment, but was silenced by the door once again getting slammed open and a breathless Edea practically falling through the door.

"Pettigrew." She gasped, falling to the floor. She stood up again, her knees shakey, she grabbed onto the arm Sirius offered, "Got away... the little bugger."

"Where Eds?" Sirius said urgently, "Where was he?"

"Somewhere in one of the roads outside Hogsmeade, i ran him over... he's injured, but i got flagged down by the local bobbies."

"You ran him over? what were you doing? rollerskating?" Snape asked, smirking at her.

"I was driving, thank you very much."

"Driving, oh well, yes you run everything over in your sight when you're in one of those ghastly muggle contraptions.. i shouldn't wonder...."

"SHUT UP." Sirius yelled at Snape, who sneered back, but stopped talking.

"What if i told you that i knew the probable location of DuCruet, and Voldemort? Still want me to shut up, Black?" Snape leered.

"Where's your guess?" Dumbledore asked,

"Do you remember the location of the Riddle house? It now lays empty for tax reasons, but a few years back the gardener was murdered, you said?"

"Yes i believe i do recollect that." Dumbledore nodded,

"No muggle goes near that house, and its not out of fear, its charmed." Snape said slowly, absently picking at the corner of his sleeve. "That would be my guess."

"Why?" Edea asked, "Wouldn't that place be obvious?"

"If he's been regenerated, as is to be believed," Snape started, "Then he'd either need the blood of those who were involved in his er... death.. or he'd need to have the "presence" of those he's killed, but not just anybody, blood relations."

"Parents, grand parents, blah blah." Edea conjured a glass of water, and gulped down the contents, "CLever little boy isnt he."

"He wasnt named the most evil, dark wizard since Grindlewald for nothing you know." Sirius rolled his eyes, but then walked over to Snape, "Where is it?"

"I can arrange a portkey." Dumbledore took out a pendant from his drawer, "Let me have a moment to disclose the location to the magic, i will not tell you outright as it may be taken from you if you are questioned when found, if indeed you are found at all..."

"Its nice to know you have so much faith in us." Edea mumbled. "Endearing.."

"Come on. Maybe we should tell the others." Sirius said pointedly to Edea and Snape, "You can tell the Slytherins or something."

"No wait." Edea stopped outside the gargoyle, "Potions, i need to get some ingredients."

"Which ones." Snape asked suspiciously.

"Arsenic, whatever poisons you happen to have lying around."

Snape was visibly ruffled "I do not leave then LYING AROUND, each one has its place..."
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"We come one." Voldemort smiled at his congregation, "All together we are one form, one movement, one solid wall of dark power."

"Are you trying to act like Hitler?" Harry mumbled under his breath, but sadly it was just loud enough for Voldemort to hear.

"Ah yes, Harry James Potter, once again you stand before me, alone this time i see." Voldemort stood up and walked over to him, "You see. i am in one form again, free from the restrictions of Wormtail's body. I am a sole survivor of my kind, the only being ever to achieve such a status in this pitiful existence."

Harry realised he was still holding the carpet bag in his hand, he must have made some movement, because Voldemort's gaze settled onto the bag.

"What do we have here?" Voldemort poited his wand at the bag, "Accio!"

The bag did not move.

"You have a theft proof bag, Potter? Surely the contents cannot be so precious." Voldemort reached out to it, but Harry jerked away, out of the grasp of Donovan DuCruet. The wall of remaining death eaters close in on him, leaving him no path for escape. Donovan tristed Harry's arm, who let go of the bag with a pain filled shout.

"Let me see let me see..." Voldemort muttered, opening the clasp of the bag.

The light from the bag blinded the small room, and Voldemort was thrown across the room...

TBC



a/n no its not acliffhanger, just a convenient place to stop for a cup of tea, see? Go on, go get yourself a mug of tea and a biscuit... yay. cookies... ( ) cookie -