Chapter 21 - The Death Eaters Harry lay on the concrete floor of the grey, empty room, wondering where he was, and why. Then suddenly, the room went black. Harry sat up. What was going on? Then heard a distant, evil snarl that was looming gradually closer and closer. At first it sounded like just one man, but then, as it became louder, Harry recognised it as many men. It was still pitch black, but Harry still looked around himself, into, what seemed like nothing at all. The cackling was getting louder and louder, until Harry knew that there were at least thirty men around him laughing. Then. Silence. Harry looked into the darkness. Harry sensed their presence around him, but he could not see them, not even a very faint outline of them standing there, and he couldn't even hear them breathing. Sweat was pouring down Harry's face now, as he gazed longingly for light amongst the fearful darkness. All of a sudden, there was light in the room. Harry nearly fell back with shock when he saw Lord Voldemort standing directly in front of him, and hundreds of Death Eaters all in black cloaks, standing behind Voldemort. "Well, Harry Potter. We meet again." The ear-bursting laughing began once again from the death eaters behind. Harry's scar was burning away at him, and he was trembling all over. "I hope you are ready for this Potter." He snarled. The old, but yet terrifying, wizard stood watching Harry as if expecting him to do or say something back. "F. f. for what?" Harry shuddered, still clutching his fiery scar. "Well, boy." Voldemort took back his hood. "You're about to be destroyed. Once and for all." Harry pulled his hands away from his forehead to push himself up with them. He was now standing a metre away from the man who had killed his parents fifteen years ago. He took out his wand and clenched it in his fists whilst he gained the courage that he needed to duel with Voldemort. The Death Eaters stood back and gave them room. Voldemort took a few steps back so he could get a full length view of his opponent first. To Harry it felt like everyone in the world was ready for this, except him. Harry looked around him at the eager Death Eaters that surrounded him. Lucius Malfoy made a grin at Harry that he noticed his son, Draco, had inherited. 'No.' Harry thought. 'Don't get carried away.' He took a deep breath. 'Think! How are you going to get through this?" "Lets begin." Voldemort ordered. Harry lifted up his wand and pointed it at Voldemort. But before he had time to think of a spell Voldemort lifted his own wand and yelled out a spell that shot at Harry, pushing him to the ground. Harry didn't hear the words that were shouted because his mind was concentrating on finding a spell of his own. The Death Eaters were laughing and cheering Voldemort on. The grey ceiling blurred in Harry's vision, and the laughing and cheering drifted further and further away. 'NO!' Harry thought, 'If I give in now he'll only kill me, I have to fight back as long as I can!' Harry lay still on the floor, trying to look unconscious whilst he made a plan of action. Harry sat up and shot his wand out. Screaming any words that sounded like a spell. "Interlanus!" Nothing happened. The Death Eaters were laughing incredibly at Harry's feeble attempts. "No! Interlaenus!" Nothing happened. "No wait! Inter. inter..." Harry was so confused! He learnt a spell to make someone unconscious at the beginning of the year. What was it? "I think, Mr Potter that the word you are looking for is-" -Just as he was saying the proper words "Intalaenius!" Lupin, a previous Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, jumped in and shouted some words against the spell "Anti-Intalae!" whilst also pointing his wand at Harry.