(A/N) You guys didn't remind me that I still had the Hufflepuff game!
That's alright though. This chappie might be a little long cuz of it.
Disclaimers: No, I don't own it.
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Kittie squealed as Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder. George dropped his broom in suprise and Fred gaped.
"Good luck, Kit."
She grinned and spun around, planting a small kiss on his lips. "And to you, too, Harry."
Alicia walked in the locker room and stared, astonished. She quickly got over it and whined, "Get a room, you guys."
Harry laughed and grabbed his broom.
"You know, Kittie," George said walking next to her. "I think I need a good luck kiss, too."
Kittie handed him a Reese's Kiss and laughed at his startled expression.
She adjusted her scarlet robes and grabbed her broom. She grinned at the suprised team. "You guys aren't going to let us lose by Hufflepuff just because of a early morning suprise, are you?"
Angelina cleared her throat. "She's right. Let's go out there and kick some ass!"
Fred tutted her before running out the door with everyone else.
Madame Hooch walked out into the center of the field. Harry was suprised to see the new seeker was none other than Justin. He gave Harry a small wave and the sun caught the gold ring on his finger, once Harry's.
As Madame Hooch blew her whistle, Kittie snatched the quaffle and threw it to Alicia as two of the Hufflepuff chasers flew to her side.
Harry was relieved to see that instead of tagging him, Justin was searching for the snitch on his own.
Almost immediatly, something gold flashed in the corner of his eyes. He shot towards it, not bothering to see if it was the snitch.
Luckily it was though, and in no time, he and Justin were diving. Straight towards the center of the game.
Kittie knocked the quaffle out of the Hufflepuff chaser's hands and threw it to Katie, just as Harry shot by her.
Justin's hand was closer to it, and a shrill whistle sliced the air. His broom jerked back, slightly, and Harry grabbed the snitch.
The field burst into cheers and screams as Lee Jordan went wild on the microphone. The game didn't last a minute.
Kittie was the first to reach Harry, and she pressed her lips to his. "We won!"
He nodded and slowly sank as the team dragged him to the ground.
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As soon as the cup was given to a wailing Angelina, the Griffindor party started. They never even made it to the portriat before they were passing butterbeers around.
Harry only took a sip of his butterbeer to know it was spiked. He shot a look at Ginny as she yanked it out of his hands.
Kittie wrapped her arms around his neck as the crowd finally let them down in the common room. He leaned forward and warned her about the butterbeer. She nodded and whispered, "I already know."
The crowd was beginning to crush them, so Kittie shoved him outside. They cheered the Fat Lady and ran to the pitch again.
"That was amazing!" Kittie yelled. "And it's not even noon!"
Harry laughed as it started to rain. "Just in time, too."
She smiled and poked him in the chest.
"Hey, no poking."
Her grin turned evil and she poked him again. Harry reached behind her and poked her back. Kittie stiffened. "Not there."
"Why? Don't tell me I found your spot."
Kittie squealed as Harry tackled her and poked her back again. She poked his face gently.
"Mr. Potter! Ms. Silcia! I know you two are excited about winning the cup, but this is no way to celebrate!"
Harry and Kittie jumped, and looked guiltly at the archway.
Hermione and Ron burst into laughter. "You were the one that said I did a good McGonagall expression, Harry." Hermione choked.
Harry scowled and helped Kittie up. They spun to the archway.
"What are you two doing out here?"
"What are you two doing out here, in the rain?"
"We asked you first." Kittie said quickly as Harry opened his mouth to answer.
Hermione scowled. "We just needed to get out of the common room. To walk. Want to walk with us?"
Kittie opened her mouth to answer, but Harry cut her off. "No. I-I wanted to show Kittie something."
Ron cocked his eyebrows. "I'd of thought you'd wait to show her tonight, but whatever floats your boat."
Harry tried to defend himself, but, once again, Kittie cut him off with a finger to his lips. He moved to the tip and gently kissed it.
Kittie shook her head and turned to Hermione and Ron. "We'll see you two later, ok?"
They nodded in suprise and Harry took her hand he was just kissing and pulled her to the cliffs.
Ron and Hermione continued to walk to the pitch.
He pulled her to his rock, overlooking the ocean. Kittie gaped and curled her legs under her, leaning on him.
"Wow, Harry. How did you find a place like this?"
"You find things when looking for places to think."
She nodded. "The balcony's not exactly the place to think when sharing it with three other girls."
"Try living with four other boys."
"No thanks. Just you would be fine."
Harry chuckled and kissed her knuckles. "Can I take you up on that offer?"
"What are you asking?"
"Never mind. I'll save it for later."
Kittie pointed her wand down and a picnic lunch appeared. Harry suddenly realized how hard it was to eat with one hand while the other was holding a girl to his side.
It was nearly three when Harry and Kittie walked back to the castle. When they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she turned to her friend, Violet.
"Is that the password?"
"They didn't say anything, buddy."
"Oh." She turned to Harry and Kittie, leaning on the frame. "What's the password?"
"Kinkle duff." Kittie said, cocking her eyebrows.
"If you say so." She swung open and Kittie chuckled. "She's slacking." She whispered to Harry.
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Harry's eyes began to droop. He snuggled a little closer into his pillow.
His bed curtians ripped open and he managed out a small yell, before a hand muffled it. The tip of the wand pointed to him and he blacked out.
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Harry's eyes slowly opened and he groaned.
"Shut up, you." The Death Eater standing next to him gave him a hard shove.
"Leave him alone, Lucius." Harry looked up and nearly cried out. His scar pulsed harder.
Voldemort glared at him. The hall they were in was twice as large as the Great Hall. The walls, floor, and ceiling alike were solid gold.
The Dark Lord himself sat on a golden throne at the end of stairs, thirteen feet up.
The red carpet in front of him led to two large golden doors with the gates of hell engraved in them in excellent detail. The torches were everywhere, lighting the entire hall.
Harry struggled against the golden chains holding him up, next to the stairs leading to Voldemort's throne. "Don't try to struggle, Harry Potter. Those chains have an unbreakable charm on them. But don't feel lonely. Your girlfriend will arrive any minute now."
Harry's rage sparked. "What have you done with her?!"
Voldemort chuckled. "She is in changing now. Can't have her dressed like a hoodlum in my presence, can we? She will dress the way I remember her."
"What are you-?" But the golden doors suddenly slammed open and Kittie strided confidently forward, unchained.
Two fat women scrambled behind her, desperatly trying to finish clipping her braids to her head and adjust the back of her medieval dress.
It was long, scarlet and swished and her ankles. The bodice was barely there and the curved belt was gold, loosly hanging on to her hips. A golden chain rested on her forehead. Harry's head swam.
All except for the eyes, this was the woman Harry saw on the back of his eyelids when he first seen Kittie. But she didn't look anywhere near this ticked.
Kittie stopped at the end of the carpet, in front of the stairs leading to Voldemort's throne. The Death Eaters bowed deeply as she passed and the servants threw themselves at Voldemort's feet.
Harry looked around. Everyone's back was exposed except for his, Kittie's, and Voldemort's.
One servant gently pulled on the hem of Kittie's skirt, begging her to bow. Kittie's raging, yellow eyes didn't leave Voldemort's.
"You have a lot of gull to stare at me like that, child. Especially since I am the one who holds your fate."
As if on cue, the Death Eaters and servants stood again. Voldemort waved the servants standing timidly by Kittie away.
"No one holds my fate, least of all you." Kittie's vioce didn't waver and deepened with her hate.
"Fierce words for one in your position. Do you know I only have to say the word and you're out of my way?"
Kittie's chin jutted out defiantly. "Let him go."
"Don't you even want to know why I brought you here?"
"No. Just leave him out of this."
Voldemort sneered at Harry, pointing his wand at him. "Cruico."
Harry screamed and fell limp against the golden chains. But as soon as it started, it stopped. He looked up to see Kittie pointing the palm of her hand at Voldemort.
The lord was off his chair, floating at least seven feet away from where he was. He choked, as if being held up by his throat.
Kittie dropped her hand and Voldemort fell into his throne. He jumped to his feet. "I knew it! I knew your twisted blood gave you powers."
Harry gaped at Kittie. Her eyes glowed again. "I said to leave him out of this." She growled. A stir went through the crowd of Death Eaters.
Voldemort grinned evilly. "I'm to assume that the extrodinary line your sorceress mother and your seer father created made you an echantress?"
Kittie's face remained blank. Voldemort began to lose his temper. "If you don't give me the secret to absolute immortality, I will kill him."
She laughed and another stir went through the crowd as her insane laughter rang through the hall.
"Does common sense lack through all males?! Do I look that stupid to think that chasing him for all his life is going to change if I do as you ask? Besides, I don't own the secert to absolute immortality."
"If you don't give me the-"
"You'll kill him right? And if I do? You'll kill him and then me, right? Take over the world?"
"I'll kill both of you now!"
Another stir through the Death Eaters. They had obviously never seen their master lose control like this.
Voldemort noticed this and pointed to Lucius. "Take the boy to the chambers so that I and Blue may have a word alone. The rest of you," He yelled to the thousands of Death Eaters on the side. "Leave."
Immediately, the Death Eaters apparated, and Lucius dragged Harry, forcingly, to the golden doors.
He shoved him against a stone wall and pulled out his wand. Harry winced, but he pointed his wand at the chains on the wall and they reached forward, pinning Harry to the stone slab.
After he left, Harry spent the next two hours yelling himself hoarse. He stopped for fifteen minutes, letting his vioce relax. But just as he was ready to yell again, the door opened.
Kittie gently pushed the door shut behind her. "Kittie!" Harry yelled, hoarse. She bit her lip and looked at her hands. In them was a silver dagger.
"Kittie?" He squeeked. "Kittie, what are you going to do with that?"
She sighed. "He wants me to kill you."
She sat the dagger on a small, stone table and crouched in front of him.
She gently brushed a lock of black hair out of his eyes. "My option is this. I kill you and he never asks me to join him or look for me anymore. I'd be free."
Harry swallowed. He glared at the blue eyes that used to drive him crazy.
"You're- you're one of THEM?!" Harry finally yelled. Kittie winced. "No. As I said before, I will never join the side that killed my parents. It would be an insult to them and to my morals if I did."
"So what do you think you'll be doing if you kill me?"
Kittie cupped his face and pressed her lips to his, gently. Harry found himself swimming in her kiss just like he did the others. He sank his teeth into her tounge as she deepened it. She let out a small scream and pulled away.
A small drop of blood ran down her chin but she ignored it. She turned quickly and sat on a small wooden chair at the stone table. She fingered the blade of the crooked dagger. She sat there in complete silence, staring at the blade, for nearly an hour.
Harry taunted her the entire time. Finally, he sneered, "I take that you learned betrayal when you were eight? I mean you must of learned it from Zoey-"
The blade suddenly whistled through the air, and stuck into the chains that bound his hands over his head. The chains fell from his wrists and he quickly slid the dagger out of the wall, pointing it at Kittie.
She swallowed and looked at the dagger as Harry pressed it gently to Kittie's neck.
"I guess even the best knife throwers must miss sometimes, huh?"
"Shut up, Harry." She whispered."You think I *missed*? Potter, the last time I missed anything was when I thought you could trust me. I waited all this time because Voldemort needs to think that killing you was hard for me. If I let you go and went back to him, he would have known that I didn't kill you. Now, if your going to talk, talk quietly so the Death Eater on the other side of this door doesn't know you're still alive and run to Voldemort."
Harry dropped the knife. He couldn't explain how he knew she wasn't lying. It couldn't be her eye's, because she could decieve anyone with them.
She stood there, staring at him, as if he had just betrayed her.
Finally, she said, "Let's go."
"What? How are we supposed to get out of this? Do you even know where we are?"
"We're in a underground lair, under the Malfoy Mansion. Draco told me where to go."
"Why do you trust him?"
"How could I have thought you trusted me?"
Harry bit his lip. "What would you have done?"
"Gave me a chance to finish saying that my other option was to let you live, spend the rest of our lives trying to outrun the Dark Lord, until we finally realized that we needed to fight him."
Harry watched as she opened the door and stuck her head out. "Let's go."
She reached forward and touched the golden frame of a picture of a dragon, suprising the guard at the door. He reached forward just as Kittie pressed Harry's hand to the frame. He felt a familiar hook around his navel and he was suddenly spinning.
He fell on the floor in front of Dumbledore's office. Kittie landed on her feet and told the gargoyle, "Voldemort."
The gargoyle jumped aside. She pulled Harry up and walked up the stairs.
She knocked gently on the door, and, without waiting for an answer, flung open the door. She pushed Harry into a seat.
"Tell him everything."
Dumbledore looked suprised as he ran into the office, in his pajamas.
Harry took a deep breath and told him everything that had happened between the time he tried to sleep to the second his feet hit the ground outside the office. The entire time, Dumbledore gaped, whiled Kittie watched him with an eerie look of her face.
He nodded and reached under his desk. He pointed his wand at Harry, presumely ready to heal Harry's bruise that formed when Lucius shoved him.
Suddenly, everything froze and a water-like ripple sliced through the air. Nothing moved, and the air turned stale.
Harry spun to Kittie who was nervously wringing her skirt.
"What happened?"
"You know as well as I do that he isn't Dumbledore. Polyjuice potion, I guess. He must have been redrinking the potion since Dumbledore fell asleep."
"How can you-"
"When have you ever seen Dumbledore gape or look suprised?"
Harry didn't have a chance to answer of even think about it as Kittie suddenly pulled him up and opened the door. She pushed him out into the staircase.
"When I unfreeze time, he will most likely capture one or both of us. Go. They want the gift of immortality before they have you. If they get that, the rest of the world doesn't stand a chance. I'll let him take me, and you leave. No matter what you hear, *don't come back*. Hear that. That's a direct order, soldier."
Harry blinked, cupped her face and kissed her. When oxygen was very needed, he finally let go and whispered, "Are you really an echantress?"
She gave a small smile. "I wooed you, didn't I?"
"Kit, I'm sorry I didn't trust-"
"It's okay, Harry. When this is over, we have to make up our minds whether or not we hate each other."
She started to shut the door, but stopped. "Riddle."
"What?"
"I'm going to leave you with a riddle. Find the cave of gold. In it, follow the darkest corners of the fire between two flames to find me." She let it sink in a few seconds. "Now run."
She shut the door and Harry ran down the stairs, three at a time.
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Kittie leaned against the door and closed her eyes. Sighing, she sat in Harry's seat. Another ripple erupted from her and the imposter blinked.
"Where's Potter?"
"It's me you want. Let him go. He's long gone anyways."
His blue eyes narrowed and he pointed his wand at her again. Kittie's eyes rolled in her head and she fainted.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA. I know the end kinda sucked but I'm getting writer's block. Everyone who answered my question in the last chappie wants me to make a sequel. Let's hope I can. Review!
Disclaimers: No, I don't own it.
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Kittie squealed as Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder. George dropped his broom in suprise and Fred gaped.
"Good luck, Kit."
She grinned and spun around, planting a small kiss on his lips. "And to you, too, Harry."
Alicia walked in the locker room and stared, astonished. She quickly got over it and whined, "Get a room, you guys."
Harry laughed and grabbed his broom.
"You know, Kittie," George said walking next to her. "I think I need a good luck kiss, too."
Kittie handed him a Reese's Kiss and laughed at his startled expression.
She adjusted her scarlet robes and grabbed her broom. She grinned at the suprised team. "You guys aren't going to let us lose by Hufflepuff just because of a early morning suprise, are you?"
Angelina cleared her throat. "She's right. Let's go out there and kick some ass!"
Fred tutted her before running out the door with everyone else.
Madame Hooch walked out into the center of the field. Harry was suprised to see the new seeker was none other than Justin. He gave Harry a small wave and the sun caught the gold ring on his finger, once Harry's.
As Madame Hooch blew her whistle, Kittie snatched the quaffle and threw it to Alicia as two of the Hufflepuff chasers flew to her side.
Harry was relieved to see that instead of tagging him, Justin was searching for the snitch on his own.
Almost immediatly, something gold flashed in the corner of his eyes. He shot towards it, not bothering to see if it was the snitch.
Luckily it was though, and in no time, he and Justin were diving. Straight towards the center of the game.
Kittie knocked the quaffle out of the Hufflepuff chaser's hands and threw it to Katie, just as Harry shot by her.
Justin's hand was closer to it, and a shrill whistle sliced the air. His broom jerked back, slightly, and Harry grabbed the snitch.
The field burst into cheers and screams as Lee Jordan went wild on the microphone. The game didn't last a minute.
Kittie was the first to reach Harry, and she pressed her lips to his. "We won!"
He nodded and slowly sank as the team dragged him to the ground.
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As soon as the cup was given to a wailing Angelina, the Griffindor party started. They never even made it to the portriat before they were passing butterbeers around.
Harry only took a sip of his butterbeer to know it was spiked. He shot a look at Ginny as she yanked it out of his hands.
Kittie wrapped her arms around his neck as the crowd finally let them down in the common room. He leaned forward and warned her about the butterbeer. She nodded and whispered, "I already know."
The crowd was beginning to crush them, so Kittie shoved him outside. They cheered the Fat Lady and ran to the pitch again.
"That was amazing!" Kittie yelled. "And it's not even noon!"
Harry laughed as it started to rain. "Just in time, too."
She smiled and poked him in the chest.
"Hey, no poking."
Her grin turned evil and she poked him again. Harry reached behind her and poked her back. Kittie stiffened. "Not there."
"Why? Don't tell me I found your spot."
Kittie squealed as Harry tackled her and poked her back again. She poked his face gently.
"Mr. Potter! Ms. Silcia! I know you two are excited about winning the cup, but this is no way to celebrate!"
Harry and Kittie jumped, and looked guiltly at the archway.
Hermione and Ron burst into laughter. "You were the one that said I did a good McGonagall expression, Harry." Hermione choked.
Harry scowled and helped Kittie up. They spun to the archway.
"What are you two doing out here?"
"What are you two doing out here, in the rain?"
"We asked you first." Kittie said quickly as Harry opened his mouth to answer.
Hermione scowled. "We just needed to get out of the common room. To walk. Want to walk with us?"
Kittie opened her mouth to answer, but Harry cut her off. "No. I-I wanted to show Kittie something."
Ron cocked his eyebrows. "I'd of thought you'd wait to show her tonight, but whatever floats your boat."
Harry tried to defend himself, but, once again, Kittie cut him off with a finger to his lips. He moved to the tip and gently kissed it.
Kittie shook her head and turned to Hermione and Ron. "We'll see you two later, ok?"
They nodded in suprise and Harry took her hand he was just kissing and pulled her to the cliffs.
Ron and Hermione continued to walk to the pitch.
He pulled her to his rock, overlooking the ocean. Kittie gaped and curled her legs under her, leaning on him.
"Wow, Harry. How did you find a place like this?"
"You find things when looking for places to think."
She nodded. "The balcony's not exactly the place to think when sharing it with three other girls."
"Try living with four other boys."
"No thanks. Just you would be fine."
Harry chuckled and kissed her knuckles. "Can I take you up on that offer?"
"What are you asking?"
"Never mind. I'll save it for later."
Kittie pointed her wand down and a picnic lunch appeared. Harry suddenly realized how hard it was to eat with one hand while the other was holding a girl to his side.
It was nearly three when Harry and Kittie walked back to the castle. When they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she turned to her friend, Violet.
"Is that the password?"
"They didn't say anything, buddy."
"Oh." She turned to Harry and Kittie, leaning on the frame. "What's the password?"
"Kinkle duff." Kittie said, cocking her eyebrows.
"If you say so." She swung open and Kittie chuckled. "She's slacking." She whispered to Harry.
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Harry's eyes began to droop. He snuggled a little closer into his pillow.
His bed curtians ripped open and he managed out a small yell, before a hand muffled it. The tip of the wand pointed to him and he blacked out.
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Harry's eyes slowly opened and he groaned.
"Shut up, you." The Death Eater standing next to him gave him a hard shove.
"Leave him alone, Lucius." Harry looked up and nearly cried out. His scar pulsed harder.
Voldemort glared at him. The hall they were in was twice as large as the Great Hall. The walls, floor, and ceiling alike were solid gold.
The Dark Lord himself sat on a golden throne at the end of stairs, thirteen feet up.
The red carpet in front of him led to two large golden doors with the gates of hell engraved in them in excellent detail. The torches were everywhere, lighting the entire hall.
Harry struggled against the golden chains holding him up, next to the stairs leading to Voldemort's throne. "Don't try to struggle, Harry Potter. Those chains have an unbreakable charm on them. But don't feel lonely. Your girlfriend will arrive any minute now."
Harry's rage sparked. "What have you done with her?!"
Voldemort chuckled. "She is in changing now. Can't have her dressed like a hoodlum in my presence, can we? She will dress the way I remember her."
"What are you-?" But the golden doors suddenly slammed open and Kittie strided confidently forward, unchained.
Two fat women scrambled behind her, desperatly trying to finish clipping her braids to her head and adjust the back of her medieval dress.
It was long, scarlet and swished and her ankles. The bodice was barely there and the curved belt was gold, loosly hanging on to her hips. A golden chain rested on her forehead. Harry's head swam.
All except for the eyes, this was the woman Harry saw on the back of his eyelids when he first seen Kittie. But she didn't look anywhere near this ticked.
Kittie stopped at the end of the carpet, in front of the stairs leading to Voldemort's throne. The Death Eaters bowed deeply as she passed and the servants threw themselves at Voldemort's feet.
Harry looked around. Everyone's back was exposed except for his, Kittie's, and Voldemort's.
One servant gently pulled on the hem of Kittie's skirt, begging her to bow. Kittie's raging, yellow eyes didn't leave Voldemort's.
"You have a lot of gull to stare at me like that, child. Especially since I am the one who holds your fate."
As if on cue, the Death Eaters and servants stood again. Voldemort waved the servants standing timidly by Kittie away.
"No one holds my fate, least of all you." Kittie's vioce didn't waver and deepened with her hate.
"Fierce words for one in your position. Do you know I only have to say the word and you're out of my way?"
Kittie's chin jutted out defiantly. "Let him go."
"Don't you even want to know why I brought you here?"
"No. Just leave him out of this."
Voldemort sneered at Harry, pointing his wand at him. "Cruico."
Harry screamed and fell limp against the golden chains. But as soon as it started, it stopped. He looked up to see Kittie pointing the palm of her hand at Voldemort.
The lord was off his chair, floating at least seven feet away from where he was. He choked, as if being held up by his throat.
Kittie dropped her hand and Voldemort fell into his throne. He jumped to his feet. "I knew it! I knew your twisted blood gave you powers."
Harry gaped at Kittie. Her eyes glowed again. "I said to leave him out of this." She growled. A stir went through the crowd of Death Eaters.
Voldemort grinned evilly. "I'm to assume that the extrodinary line your sorceress mother and your seer father created made you an echantress?"
Kittie's face remained blank. Voldemort began to lose his temper. "If you don't give me the secret to absolute immortality, I will kill him."
She laughed and another stir went through the crowd as her insane laughter rang through the hall.
"Does common sense lack through all males?! Do I look that stupid to think that chasing him for all his life is going to change if I do as you ask? Besides, I don't own the secert to absolute immortality."
"If you don't give me the-"
"You'll kill him right? And if I do? You'll kill him and then me, right? Take over the world?"
"I'll kill both of you now!"
Another stir through the Death Eaters. They had obviously never seen their master lose control like this.
Voldemort noticed this and pointed to Lucius. "Take the boy to the chambers so that I and Blue may have a word alone. The rest of you," He yelled to the thousands of Death Eaters on the side. "Leave."
Immediately, the Death Eaters apparated, and Lucius dragged Harry, forcingly, to the golden doors.
He shoved him against a stone wall and pulled out his wand. Harry winced, but he pointed his wand at the chains on the wall and they reached forward, pinning Harry to the stone slab.
After he left, Harry spent the next two hours yelling himself hoarse. He stopped for fifteen minutes, letting his vioce relax. But just as he was ready to yell again, the door opened.
Kittie gently pushed the door shut behind her. "Kittie!" Harry yelled, hoarse. She bit her lip and looked at her hands. In them was a silver dagger.
"Kittie?" He squeeked. "Kittie, what are you going to do with that?"
She sighed. "He wants me to kill you."
She sat the dagger on a small, stone table and crouched in front of him.
She gently brushed a lock of black hair out of his eyes. "My option is this. I kill you and he never asks me to join him or look for me anymore. I'd be free."
Harry swallowed. He glared at the blue eyes that used to drive him crazy.
"You're- you're one of THEM?!" Harry finally yelled. Kittie winced. "No. As I said before, I will never join the side that killed my parents. It would be an insult to them and to my morals if I did."
"So what do you think you'll be doing if you kill me?"
Kittie cupped his face and pressed her lips to his, gently. Harry found himself swimming in her kiss just like he did the others. He sank his teeth into her tounge as she deepened it. She let out a small scream and pulled away.
A small drop of blood ran down her chin but she ignored it. She turned quickly and sat on a small wooden chair at the stone table. She fingered the blade of the crooked dagger. She sat there in complete silence, staring at the blade, for nearly an hour.
Harry taunted her the entire time. Finally, he sneered, "I take that you learned betrayal when you were eight? I mean you must of learned it from Zoey-"
The blade suddenly whistled through the air, and stuck into the chains that bound his hands over his head. The chains fell from his wrists and he quickly slid the dagger out of the wall, pointing it at Kittie.
She swallowed and looked at the dagger as Harry pressed it gently to Kittie's neck.
"I guess even the best knife throwers must miss sometimes, huh?"
"Shut up, Harry." She whispered."You think I *missed*? Potter, the last time I missed anything was when I thought you could trust me. I waited all this time because Voldemort needs to think that killing you was hard for me. If I let you go and went back to him, he would have known that I didn't kill you. Now, if your going to talk, talk quietly so the Death Eater on the other side of this door doesn't know you're still alive and run to Voldemort."
Harry dropped the knife. He couldn't explain how he knew she wasn't lying. It couldn't be her eye's, because she could decieve anyone with them.
She stood there, staring at him, as if he had just betrayed her.
Finally, she said, "Let's go."
"What? How are we supposed to get out of this? Do you even know where we are?"
"We're in a underground lair, under the Malfoy Mansion. Draco told me where to go."
"Why do you trust him?"
"How could I have thought you trusted me?"
Harry bit his lip. "What would you have done?"
"Gave me a chance to finish saying that my other option was to let you live, spend the rest of our lives trying to outrun the Dark Lord, until we finally realized that we needed to fight him."
Harry watched as she opened the door and stuck her head out. "Let's go."
She reached forward and touched the golden frame of a picture of a dragon, suprising the guard at the door. He reached forward just as Kittie pressed Harry's hand to the frame. He felt a familiar hook around his navel and he was suddenly spinning.
He fell on the floor in front of Dumbledore's office. Kittie landed on her feet and told the gargoyle, "Voldemort."
The gargoyle jumped aside. She pulled Harry up and walked up the stairs.
She knocked gently on the door, and, without waiting for an answer, flung open the door. She pushed Harry into a seat.
"Tell him everything."
Dumbledore looked suprised as he ran into the office, in his pajamas.
Harry took a deep breath and told him everything that had happened between the time he tried to sleep to the second his feet hit the ground outside the office. The entire time, Dumbledore gaped, whiled Kittie watched him with an eerie look of her face.
He nodded and reached under his desk. He pointed his wand at Harry, presumely ready to heal Harry's bruise that formed when Lucius shoved him.
Suddenly, everything froze and a water-like ripple sliced through the air. Nothing moved, and the air turned stale.
Harry spun to Kittie who was nervously wringing her skirt.
"What happened?"
"You know as well as I do that he isn't Dumbledore. Polyjuice potion, I guess. He must have been redrinking the potion since Dumbledore fell asleep."
"How can you-"
"When have you ever seen Dumbledore gape or look suprised?"
Harry didn't have a chance to answer of even think about it as Kittie suddenly pulled him up and opened the door. She pushed him out into the staircase.
"When I unfreeze time, he will most likely capture one or both of us. Go. They want the gift of immortality before they have you. If they get that, the rest of the world doesn't stand a chance. I'll let him take me, and you leave. No matter what you hear, *don't come back*. Hear that. That's a direct order, soldier."
Harry blinked, cupped her face and kissed her. When oxygen was very needed, he finally let go and whispered, "Are you really an echantress?"
She gave a small smile. "I wooed you, didn't I?"
"Kit, I'm sorry I didn't trust-"
"It's okay, Harry. When this is over, we have to make up our minds whether or not we hate each other."
She started to shut the door, but stopped. "Riddle."
"What?"
"I'm going to leave you with a riddle. Find the cave of gold. In it, follow the darkest corners of the fire between two flames to find me." She let it sink in a few seconds. "Now run."
She shut the door and Harry ran down the stairs, three at a time.
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Kittie leaned against the door and closed her eyes. Sighing, she sat in Harry's seat. Another ripple erupted from her and the imposter blinked.
"Where's Potter?"
"It's me you want. Let him go. He's long gone anyways."
His blue eyes narrowed and he pointed his wand at her again. Kittie's eyes rolled in her head and she fainted.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA. I know the end kinda sucked but I'm getting writer's block. Everyone who answered my question in the last chappie wants me to make a sequel. Let's hope I can. Review!