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But Harry had been ready for that sort of thing. Using a spell that he had learned to block the Unforgiveable Curses, Harry cried,
"Unisforgivis blocus!"
And before the accomplice to Voldemort could destroy Harry, the block hurled through space, rebounding the curse onto the helper.
Harry told himself mentally, that one success did not necessarily mean full success. Lord Voldemort would obviously have other accomplices lurking in every darn corner of the slime-infested forest.
"Come on," he said to Draco, who cowered in fear next to him, "I'll help you get through this."
Together they walked, robes swishing against the bone littered grass, heels clicking on the narrow stone path.
If they could only find the Portkey that had transported them here, they'd be fine.
Finally, in a clearing, they came upon a throne. And on the throne sat Voldemort. Harry felt a searing pain in his scar.
"Ah, I see Wormtail has not managed to kill you, Harry Potter. That will be attended to, as soon as I have dealt with Mr. Malfoy, here," Voldemort sneered mysteriously.
Draco gasped, and Harry clapped a hand across his shoulders.
To Voldemort he said,
"Malfoy has come over to our side now, and you won't be able to stop him. He thinks you're slime and now that he and I are linked together, you won't be able to-"
"SILENCE!" Voldemort shouted. There was a hint of panic in his voice, to Harry's great satisfaction.
Realizing that Harry knew he was scared, Voldemort put on a veneer of calm, and simpered,
"You are forgetting, Mr. Potter, that I am the greatest wizard in the world."
"You're not," said Draco, speaking up for the first time.
"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy, did you just say what I think you said?" Voldemort excalimed nasally.
"I did, Lord Voldemort," he sadi, a fake emphasis on the last two words.
"Albus Dumbledore is, and so is Potter here, so if you plan on messing with the good guys, you're going to have to get past them first."
Voldemort raised his wand, thought a moment, and with a roar of rage turned on his heel and strode into the forest.
Shocked, Harry looked at Draco.
"Why'd he leave?" he asked.
"Well, he knows he can't kill you, because you are too good. He's tried before, and now he knows from experience.
He also can't kill me, because my father is the lead Death Eater. There's a law in the Death Eater's Handbook (A/N: hee hee) that if father is Death Eater, son can never be killed."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, that's good, but how are we going to get out of here?"
As if a reply to his question, Ginny, Hermione, and Dumbledore Apparated a few feet away from them.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione screeched.
"Ginny came into my dormitory and told me something strange, so we went to Dumbledore to obtain permission to leave the grounds and Apparate. (A/N: I know you have to be 17 to Apparate, but this is MY story and plot) Then he decided to come with us. So, come on, Harry, and you too, Draco, let's get out of here!" she finished.
The group had not taken more than five steps when they realized that they were surrounded by tall, darkly robed men, all holding torches pointed toward the five good wizards.
"If you try to Apparate or escape, you'll die," they said, in a solemn monotone.
But Harry had been ready for that sort of thing. Using a spell that he had learned to block the Unforgiveable Curses, Harry cried,
"Unisforgivis blocus!"
And before the accomplice to Voldemort could destroy Harry, the block hurled through space, rebounding the curse onto the helper.
Harry told himself mentally, that one success did not necessarily mean full success. Lord Voldemort would obviously have other accomplices lurking in every darn corner of the slime-infested forest.
"Come on," he said to Draco, who cowered in fear next to him, "I'll help you get through this."
Together they walked, robes swishing against the bone littered grass, heels clicking on the narrow stone path.
If they could only find the Portkey that had transported them here, they'd be fine.
Finally, in a clearing, they came upon a throne. And on the throne sat Voldemort. Harry felt a searing pain in his scar.
"Ah, I see Wormtail has not managed to kill you, Harry Potter. That will be attended to, as soon as I have dealt with Mr. Malfoy, here," Voldemort sneered mysteriously.
Draco gasped, and Harry clapped a hand across his shoulders.
To Voldemort he said,
"Malfoy has come over to our side now, and you won't be able to stop him. He thinks you're slime and now that he and I are linked together, you won't be able to-"
"SILENCE!" Voldemort shouted. There was a hint of panic in his voice, to Harry's great satisfaction.
Realizing that Harry knew he was scared, Voldemort put on a veneer of calm, and simpered,
"You are forgetting, Mr. Potter, that I am the greatest wizard in the world."
"You're not," said Draco, speaking up for the first time.
"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy, did you just say what I think you said?" Voldemort excalimed nasally.
"I did, Lord Voldemort," he sadi, a fake emphasis on the last two words.
"Albus Dumbledore is, and so is Potter here, so if you plan on messing with the good guys, you're going to have to get past them first."
Voldemort raised his wand, thought a moment, and with a roar of rage turned on his heel and strode into the forest.
Shocked, Harry looked at Draco.
"Why'd he leave?" he asked.
"Well, he knows he can't kill you, because you are too good. He's tried before, and now he knows from experience.
He also can't kill me, because my father is the lead Death Eater. There's a law in the Death Eater's Handbook (A/N: hee hee) that if father is Death Eater, son can never be killed."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, that's good, but how are we going to get out of here?"
As if a reply to his question, Ginny, Hermione, and Dumbledore Apparated a few feet away from them.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione screeched.
"Ginny came into my dormitory and told me something strange, so we went to Dumbledore to obtain permission to leave the grounds and Apparate. (A/N: I know you have to be 17 to Apparate, but this is MY story and plot) Then he decided to come with us. So, come on, Harry, and you too, Draco, let's get out of here!" she finished.
The group had not taken more than five steps when they realized that they were surrounded by tall, darkly robed men, all holding torches pointed toward the five good wizards.
"If you try to Apparate or escape, you'll die," they said, in a solemn monotone.