A/N Superman to the rescue! I can make it through the rain! I can stand once again, on my own and I know that I'm strong enough to make it and every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith and I live one more day and I make it through the rain! Sorry I like that song, don't ask. Okay, rewrite chapter 5 ready set go!

Chapter 5- The Secret of Le Serbent Au verte

Harry and Fleur were running full speed up the stairs. They had just overheard a plan to take over Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The hotel they were staying at was a semi-literal breeding ground for Death Eaters.

"Harry, what are we gonna do?" said Fleur in a panicky voice, "They'll have like a hundred people searching the entire building." Harry knew what it was like to have to think fast on his feet, he was used to it. Now at the moment what would be of most use to him?

"Okay let's run to our room, and grab our stuff. There must be another way out of this hotel."

So up to the room they ran . . . . .

"Here, throw this in the sack too!" said Harry, tossing Fleur the two pendants. She put hers on and placed the other one in the bag. They had been packing all of their important stuff in a duffel bag; Fleur gave Harry her wand, he still hadn't gotten his yet. He would try a summoning spell, but he didn't have time for it now, and it wasn't such a necessity when he did.

"Shrinkita!" he pointed at the bag, and it shrank to the size of a large marble as she placed it in her pocket.

"Okay listen your gonna need this more than I."

"No Way, listen, you know the broom closet, we're gonna hide in there, when I open the door we break for It." Harry said, thinking out his plan in his head as they sped toward the hallway.

Harry thrust the door open and ran down the hallway. The numbers on the door blurred past. He opened the closet door, Fleur bolted past him and into the closet, and he entered and shut the door. He scrunched in among the large basket full of towels, and the window cleaners.

"This is a dead end, what are you doing Harry?" Fleur was still panicky.

"It's okay, I have a plan . . . . . . ."

* * * * *

"Where is he?" A voice called out with a low grunt. Another voice answered,

"Check the closet." The closet door busted open, some anonymous death eater, (at least that's who Harry thought they were.) had opened the door.

"Here he is!" the Death Eaters ganged up around him. Harry thrust a laundry cart out of the hallway, pushing all of them back. He took off toward the stairway, and opened the door. Somebody grabbed his shirt.

"Get back here." the same anonymous death eater that had found him. This time though he saw his face, it was familiar, too familiar. Harry jumped down the flight of stairs, making the man lose his grip and fall. He ran to the next floor, and went inside. They wouldn't expect that, but it would buy him little time. He heard their voices and footsteps running down the stairs, what was he going to do? A thought suddenly hit his head,

"Where is Fleur?"

* * * * *

Fleur poked her head out of the laundry basket; they were all gone. She jumped out the basket, duffel bag in her pocket still, now the plan was to go through the laundry chute, using some spell. She was worried for Harry though, this was not the time she told herself. In any moment she should be chased by a couple of bad people trying to take over her school, or well ex-school. She grabbed the bag and proceeded to the laundry chute, taking a deep breath.

"For you." She muttered to herself as she jumped, referring to Harry. The chute was narrow, yet she slid down easy. Each horrifying turn was gruesome enough on her stomach without the fact that she could see it too. Anticipating the final drop onto the cold cement in the laundry room she closed her eyes and waited, and waited, and waited yet some more. The fall didn't come; she opened her eyes, and realized she was falling in a black hole. What was going on, if this was where the clothes went this hotel needed a washer and dryer.

"Lumos." the wand in her hand lit at the tip and it, a large light in the middle of the hole was visible, and not Fleur's wand light. As she got closer she realized it did end, right into a cement floor.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Fleur lightly hovered herself into what looked like the basement of the hotel. She was through playing games, she was going to go get help, and that was that.

"Little girl, why are you here?" A voice behind Fleur whispered, it was icy and cold, almost empty, as if he had no meaning in his words. She turned, and she stood face to face with none other than Lord Voldemort.

"Little girl, who are you and why are you here?" the voice was merely a whisper. Fleur was scared; the voice sounded so cold.

"Please, do not make me ask you again."

* * * * *

Harry opened a door to a room,

"Ah, Get out, out!" A naked woman wrapped a towel around herself, Harry didn't care he was on the run. He glanced around, finding a hair dryer, a banana, and box of something called Tampons. He grabbed the hair dryer just as he heard another voice.

"There he is!" the Death Eaters found him! He threw the hairdryer and knocked the guy out. Harry ran and grabbed his wand.

"Coldesaia." A Death Eater shot a freezing spell at Harry; he dodged it, rolling to the left and toward a window. Harry snatched the towel from the lady as she screamed once more,

"Sorry." He muttered.

"Oh." She fainted. Harry quickly wrapped the towel around his hand, and the next thing he knew, his fist was through the window. He climbed up on the sill, and edged his way out and shimmied sideways.

"Don't look down, don't look down, and do not look down." The voice in his head repeated over and over again. He looked down.

"Damnit!" He froze on the spot, if he fell it would certainly be to his death.

"Cruicio!" A jet of red light broke through the glass to his right; the Death Eaters must have broken into the next room. Harry jumped to the side, and kept moving. At every window Death Eaters were shooting spells at him,

"Stupefy."

"Cruicio!"

"Confuddle."

"Obliterate!"

"Impacio." That was the last curse Harry heard. A jet of orange light shot at him, and he couldn't dodge it. Harry felt himself being thrown off the building. Harry was rushing toward his certain death, and the fact that it was completely unexpected didn't help at all. He was freefalling, panicked and uncoordinated, his screamed attracted the attention of the shopper's six or seven floors down, on the strip.

"Cordia!" A long black cord shot out of Harry's wand. It hit the roof of the hotel and held still. As if on a grappling hook, he jerked up quickly, almost causing him to lose grip of Fleur's wand. He flew toward the roof, failing to let go of the wand, hit the top, and climbed over. The roof was empty, not even a stairway to the building, well there was one thing. Harry walked over to the Ventilation pipe. It was about as big as him, but he didn't have any other choice did he now? He climbed up it and stood on the ledge, taking a deep breath he jumped into it. As he plunged into pure darkness his life flashed before him. All the times he didn't tell Dumbledore or Sirius, or even Ron and Hermione all the information he knew, and how every time he caused someone's death, or near death. The tunnel was suddenly getting lighter.

"That's the end of the tunnel, great!" thought Harry, he positioned himself correctly and,

"Wingardium Leviosa." He floated down to the floor of what seemed to be the hotel's basement.

"Oh, the great adventurous Harry Potter." A cold voice merely whispered, maybe it was because until now he was running for his life and he didn't notice it. Maybe it was because the voice just happened to be Lord Voldemort, or it just may be a combination of both, but nevertheless Harry's scar exploded with pain at that moment. He fell to the floor. The shadowy figure that was Lord Voldemort slowly walked toward Harry. Fleur ran to his side, and knelt next to him.

"Harry, are you okay?" She panicked.

"I can take the pain away from you Potter." Voldemort slowly walked to him. Fleur looked up and fell back. She crawled on her back, crab-style, she hated to leave Harry, but her fear caught the better of her. Voldemort reached down and touched Harry's scar; the pain vanished instantly.

"What do you want, why are you trying to overtake Beauxbatons?" Harry spat out. Voldemort's smile widened like he had early Christmas. Harry doubted that he would celebrate Christmas though, maybe a birthday or . . . he was getting off track.

"Oh naive, poor, dumb, dumb, naive, dumb Potter, I have no intention to overtake Beauxbatons." Harry was staring into the depth and darkness of his eyes.

"Then why, what were your Death Eaters planning?" Harry was looking at Voldemort with intense hatred.

"Oh, we were planning to take over Hogwarts, on opening day. It won't matter that I told you though, you won't be there in time to stop it."

"Your going to kill us?" asked Fleur, she had been too afraid to speak before then.

"No dear girl, I am not through with you, but Potter on the other hand I should kill. No though, that's what he wants me to do. Think I would forget about Prior Incantem. Yeah Potter, don't look surprised, I studied up on it. All I have to do is point my wand while any curse you shoot at me is in the air. I dont even have to say a spell!" Harry opened his mouth but closed it quickly, he was going to remark that it wasn't his wand, but Voldemort would just kill them then. A rustling noise came from where Voldemort was standing. He was searching for something. He pulled out a small time-turner, but it was different somehow. It had red and black swirls of sand, and it was slightly larger. He flipped it over once, Harry and Fleur felt the ground shake violently.

"Ah. Now you feel it, that's the twenty-third gone," He turned it again; "there's the twenty-fourth, and the twenty-fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth." Harry was staring, watching Voldemort turn the dial in horror. After two more turns Hogwarts would be attacked, and there would be nothing he could do, and nobody he could warn. During all the first day chaos it would be easy, especially with a bunch of panicky first years. Harry determined his mind, and stood up.

"Voldemort, or should I say Tom."

"DON'T CALL ME BY THAT NAME!!!!!!!" Voldemort exclaimed. He forgot about the time-turner, and Harry took the chance to move.

"Stupefy!" The spell shot at Lord Voldemort. Voldemort barely flicked his wand up; he didn't even try. It hit him, and he went crashing to the ground, the Time-Turner fell and cracked. Harry grabbed Fleur,

"Hold on tightly to me okay. I have a plan but we gotta hurry." Fleur snatched up the duffel bag and hugged Harry tightly.

"Leviatate Osa!" He called, chanting a different levitation spell. The upside was that it took less concentration than Wingardium Leviosa because your attention needn't be focused on the moving object. They floated up the pipe.

* * * * *

"Look at this shit! Where is he Dumbledore, I thought you said they would take care of him, who is it, tell me!" Sirius Black was yelling in Dumbledore's office, two days before term.

"Sirius! I will have no profanity in my dorm, and furthermore, I cannot tell you where Harry was staying."

"Professor! He is already endangered, tell me!"

"Fine Sirius, He is at the Delacour's." Sirius looked at Dumbledore and mouthed widely, up and down. He slammed something down on the desk and stormed out of the room.

"I can't believe you let him stay with them! I respected you."

Dumbledore looked down on what was on his desk, it was a copy of the Daily Prophet; it was open to an article;

Harry Potter; Missing Presumed Dead

Harry potter, boy who lived, Quidditch star, and Triwizard Champion has gone missing. Writes Daily Prophet Reporter Rita Skeeter Last year after a series of articles involving Harry potter and the Triwizard Tournament, a student was taken. Cedric Diggory, the second Hogwarts Champion was killed. After the Triwizard Cup was transformed into a portkey; Harry and Cedric were teleported directly into the midst of the Dark lord himself. Harry Potter has been missing from his muggle guardians for over two weeks now, and has shown no sign of returning. We can't rule out kidnapping, because that is a very prudent possibility.

"We can't rule out kidnapping, but I sincerely hope people don't think that You-know-who has anything to do with this." said Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. When asked about Harry's disappearance and the recent muggle killings he replied.

"They are nothing more than rumors, maybe one may be true but it certainly has nothing to do with you-know-who."

Then highly respected and favored Dark Arts fighter Albus Dumbledore had something else to say.

"If Fudge can't believe that he is back then very well for him, but the truth is that he is and we need to prepare for the worst." Well this reporter sincerely hopes that our Minister is right, for all our sakes.

"I hope Fudge is right too . . . . . . ." Dumbledore mumbled before he left his room, it was time to prepare for the opening day; half the staff wouldn't be there so he had to plan before he himself left.

* * * * *

"Oh, c'mon we gotta hurry, everybody is probably worried we've been missing for a week!" Fleur looked at him confused.

"What are you talking about Harry?"  She stood atop the roof; the wind was blowing horribly. Harry reached down and picked up a newspaper article that had flown toward him.

"Here, read this."

Local Girl Missing; Ministry Gets Involved

Local girl Fleur Sophie Delacour has been missing. After a trip to France with her friend she was expected to arrive home last Friday but never did. Ministry officials believe this may be connected to the sudden disappearance of Harry Potter, as both of them were Champions in the most recent Triwizard Tournament held in England, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Cedric Diggory, another champion has already deceased, Internationally famous Bulgarian Quidditch Seeker, and the last Champion Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Academy has been warned to stay put for now, as he may be the next target. Madam Maxim had this to say about her star pupils sudden disappearance.

"I don't know what has happened, I can only wish Pierre and Isabelle get their daughter back safely, and as soon as possible. Well I think we'll all be praying to the Delacour's, this is Candice McFarland with the Daily report.

"Harry what happened, my parents know where we are?"

"No, they know where we were, that little hourglass was a time turner, it changes the day, it's next week and we've been missing all this time."

"But it's only been an hour since checkout!" Harry was feeling panicky now, Voldemort would be waking soon and they had two days to get to Hogwarts.

"Well, I know a spell, it's illegal, but it will get us to my house in about twelve hours, as opposed to the twenty-six hour train ride." Fleur took out her wand, Harry picked up his from his pocket; he wouldn't need this one. He concentrated all his might and will on his own wand, and. . . .

"Accio."

* * * * *

"Vernon, come here!" Yelled Aunt Petunia, the three Dursleys gathered around the door to Harry's room. The whole house was shaking violently, and. . . . It burst through the door, the Dursley's jumped back in fright as a wand came fleeting through the door; it soared out of the window, and was gone.

* * * * *

Harry was standing on the hotel's roof and his wand flew into his hands, he threw the Death Eater's wand off the top. Fleur looked over the side, catching her wand from Harry. She was lucky she had known a little bit of wandless magic, but she wasn't a mage.

"Fleur you shouldn't stand that close to the side." She turned around,

"Harry dont be such a worrywor----" She fell.

"Harryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." He ran to the edge and yelled

"Wingardium Leviosa!" It had no effect; he tried again, with no avail.

"Lumos." Nothing happened, his wand wasn't working, and there was nothing he could do. Fleur was gone . . . . . . .

A/N Why is Sirius so mad about the Delacour's? Why did Harry's spell get past Voldemort's barriers, Will they make it in time to save Hogwarts, and how will Harry mourn Fleur's death, was it really his fault this time? I know this chapter is short, but I dont have a beta!