(A/N) Hey thanks with all the reviews but I really have to wrap this story
up. It hasn't even been a month since I started this and I'm already almost
done. That's either really good or really sad. Anyways, I'm going to take
up the majority on this. If, by the time I write the last chap, the
majority says to make a sequel, then I will. Enjoy!
Disclaimers:I don't own Harry Potter so you can't sue me!
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Kittie rubbed her arms. The holes in the cement walls whistled as the breeze doubled. She pulled her legs up to her chest and blinked as a sudden light spilled into the room as the door flew open.
"Do you have a reservation?" Kittie mumbled sarcastically as the two fat maids scrambled in.
"Ma'am you are bringing this upon yourself. It's been three days. If you'd only join..."
"And what?" Kittie said angrily as they pulled her up and began pointing their wands at her. The dirt of the floor cleaned itself off and she wrinkled her nose at the new, strong perfume.
"And you'd be free. Master wouldn't kill-"
"Me? No, but I would." The grey maid looked suprised at Kittie's blunt remark. "I'd kill myself before I let anyone use me as a weapon."
The younger maid began to brush her hair. "He's not looking for a weapon. He's looking for a...partner."
"Bull. Voldemort sharing is the most absurd thing I ever heard."
Both maids winced at his name and the grey maid pointed her wand at her. A black dress wrapped itself up her. Kittie gaped.
"You have got to be joking." The dress was tight, all the way to her legs. And the only possible way she could walk was through the long slit on her right leg. Her left arm had a sleeve that flared out at the wrists, but the right didn't have anything. Her shoulder was bare and a black armband was on her upper arm. Boots, laced up to her knees, covered her calves, and already her feet started to sweat.
"I look like a GI Joe!" Kittie whined, throwing her arms down and stomping her boots.
The young maid sighed and pointed her wand at her and her hair fell down to her waist, completly normal.
Kittie crossed her arms. The grey maid did the same. "Now you know we have to put these on you. The master fears that you will escape. If you'd only kill the boy-"
Kittie extended her arms. "My lack of freedom to roam this-this- whatever this is, is worth it. So put the chains on me so the old fart can feel safe that I'm not going to blast his precious hideout into rocks."
"Interesting choice of words, Silcia." Lucius stood in the open doorway. His hood was down and the light made his blonde hair glow. He turned to the maids, revealing the smaller blonde behind him.
Draco. He nervously shifted unto the other foot. Kittie's eyes traveled over his black robes and hood. They exchanged looks that said that each was as suprised as the other.
"I am to take the prisoner to the Dark Lord."
"But we haven't put the chains on her ye-"
But Lucius pointed his wand at Kittie and silver chains with strange symbols on them, snapped on her wrists, ankles, and neck.
Kittie coughed. "Too tight." She wheezed pointing the the clamp around her throat. The grey maid quickly pointed her wand at her, loosening it.
Lucius smirked. "So sorry. Now let's go."
Kittie and Draco dragged their feet behind him as he lead them through a stone corridor.
"You look nice." Draco whispered, lightheartedly.
"Shut up. What are you doing here?"
"Father thinks I should have some experience of dealing with people from the Light. It's supposed to be good for me." He made a face. "But I though you escaped three nights ago."
"Harry did. But I let the Dumbledore imposter take me instead. So I've been here for three days."
"Haven't they been feeding you?" He whispered as Kittie's stomach let out an enormous growl, making Lucius laugh in front of them.
"They try. But I'm not eating that bastard's food."
"You'll starve."
Kittie scoffed. "I've gone longer without food. I'll be fine."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Lucius spun around. "Here we are."
He shoved Kittie into a heavy door. She grimaced.
Lucius sneered again. "Sorry. Forgot to open the door first. How silly of me."
He slowly opened the door, pushing Kittie inside. He slammed the door behind her.
"Sit down, child." drew a cold vioce from the shadows behind a desk.
"I will not."
"I said, 'sit'!" The tip of a wand emerged from the shadows and the vioce rasped it's curse.
Kittie winced, ready to feel some sort of pain, but instead her mind was drained of all worries and cares. Her eyes glassed over and a small smile twitched on her lips.
"Sit."
Kittie put her hand on the back of the chair and was ready to slowly sink in it, when a vioce snapped at her in the back of her brain.
*What are you doing? Are you going to take orders from that git?*
*Sit.*
*I'm fine standing up.*
*Sit!*
Kittie forced herself up again and she stood behind the chair, locking her knees.
The happy sensation lifted and Voldemort laughed. "I must give you full marks for stubborness, child."
Kittie kept her face blank. The wizard leaned forward so that the torchlight lit his red eyes.
"I tire of playing your games. Give me the Gift."
Kittie fought the urge to roll her eyes. Here they go again.
"I already told you. I don't have it anymore."
"Then who does?!"
"No one!"
Kittie fought the smirk curling her features. She wasn't lying at all. But she was having fun with this riddle thing.
Voldemort massaged his temples. "If you don't tell me who has the Gift-"
"What makes you think it's a person?"
His red eyes snapped open. He stood. "Child. Everyday, for three days now, you've told me something about the Gift that could lead me to it. I've checked every lead. Where is it?!"
Kittie crossed her arms. "I already told you. I no longer hold it."
He sighed and sat down again. "Who gave it to you?"
"I had it for as long as I can remember."
"So it's an object?"
"Yes." No riddle there. Many people had gaped over it without knowing what it was. Some even touched it. Ginny even asked if she could borrow it.
"How do you activate it?"
"My blood must sink into it."
"What?!"
Kittie didn't answer. Voldemort kept his questions up for another hour but it was obvious that Kittie wasn't answering any more.
He called for Lucius. The hooded wizard fell to his knees in front of the desk. "Master."
"Take her back. And no more meals." So he obviously hadn't been informed at Kittie's lack of appetite.
Lucius nodded and yanked Kittie out into the corridor, making her collide with Draco.
Draco pulled her up and pretended to roughly yank her after his father.
"So what happened?" He whispered.
"The usual. More questions that just led to more questions."
"The classes closed, you know."
"You're joking."
"Nope. Dumbledore has everyone searching. But I don't think they're doing a through search of the woods."
"So I was right? We're not under your house?"
Draco snorted. "Are you insane? After Potter went to McGonagall, our house was raided. But they didn't find anything. They already destroyed the evidence. So much gold was blown up."
Kittie nodded. So her clues weren't off. "The stars didn't lie."
"Can you see the stars?"
"No. Voldemort gave the order that under no circumstance am I allowed to see the night sky."
"Then here."
He pulled a necklace off his neck and laid it over Kittie's.
"What's this?"
A small orb at the end of the necklace shone with clouds. Boy, was it going to rain.
"It'll reflect the night sky tonight. It'll probely help you decifer days. And I'll let Ginny know you're alive. And I'll tell Dumbledore everything I see. But I really don't know where we are. I used a portkey."
Kittie stopped walking and wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. "Thanks, Drake. Tell Harry too."
He nodded. "Potter's hit rock bottom. I don't think he's slept in days. And he's been dragged out of the forest four times in three days."
Kittie bit her lip. "Tell him that the cave of gold is in Hogwarts."
Draco grinned. "There's a cave of gold in the school?"
"Just tell him."
Lucius spun around in front of her door. "In." He pushed her roughly through the doorway. He didn't say anything as he angrily marched away but Draco looked through the bars. He winked and ran after his father.
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Harry angrily punched his pillow and yelled into it.
"Harry?" Ron said thickly, sitting up. "It's not even two in the morning. What are you doing?!"
"I can't sleep."
"So tell me something new."
Harry swung his legs over the bed. Ron stood up and lit a candle. "So what's the problem?"
He gaped. "What's the problem?!" Harry repeated in disbelief. "The problem is that Kittie has been kidnapped, and today is Day Four. She gave me a riddle to think about, but no one, not even Dumbledore, knows anything about it. I'm facing four weeks of detention when this is over, and everyone thinks that she's dead. Some first year Kittie was tutoring gave me a black rose today, did you know that? Hedwig hasn't found her. Luka hasn't found her. But everytime they leave with my letters, they go straight for the woods. I know she's in there somewhere. And if it means that I lose another forty points for Griffindor if I find her, then it will be worth it."
Ron cocked his eyebrows. "Okay, so we have a problem. What was the riddle again?"
"Something about going into the cave of gold and following the darkest part of the fire between two flames. Or something like that."
"Sounds like you memorized it."
"Well, what do you think I do when I can't sleep?"
Ron shrugged. He yawned. "Go back to sleep, Harry." He mumbled as he blew out the candle and rolled over. His snores were soon rocking the bed.
"Easy for you to say. I was never asleep to begin with."
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"Parkinson, if you don't take that back, *you'll* be joining her parents." Ginny snarled, pointing her wand at Pansy's nose, after she said something very rude about Kittie joining her parents.
Pansy sneered and opened her mouth to say something but a cold voice drawled behind them.
"Ms. Weasly. Do you mind telling me why you insist on picking Ms. Parkinson's nose with your wand?"
Snape crossed his arms behind her, making her drop her wand. Ron let go of Harry, who was trying to find his wand in his bag.
"She was talking about Kittie and her parents, Professor."
Snape glared at Pansy. "Ten points from Slytherin and Griffindor, and Ms.Weasly, you have detention in the trophy room with Filch tonight. Mr.Potter,since you seem to have something to do with this, you can join her. Have a nice day."
Ron and Harry glared at his back. "Stupid git." Ron grumbled. "And you didn't do anything."
Harry shook off a seventh year Hufflepuff's comforts and said, "Yeah, but that's the first time he probely ever taken points from Slytherin."
"You know," Ginny said thoughtfully as Pansy stalked off. "I think he likes Kittie. But that can't be possible can it?"
"Funny." Hannah spoke up. "You talk about her as though she was still alive."
Harry glared at her. "She is. And I'll prove it."
Hannah bit her lip and looked down as Harry continued to silently glare at her.
Ron tugged on his arm. "Man, you're scaring her."
Ginny took his ear and pulled him down the corridor. "He's scaring everybody lately."
She checked her watch, let Harry go, and ran for the library. Harry checked his watch too. "Well, I'm off to get trashed by butterbeers. Maybe Dobby remembers something."
"Fine. But you're scary sober. I'm not letting you get trashed."
Dobby wiped a large tear from his eyes as Harry and Ron sipped their butterbeers, later.
"I know Miss. She will not give in so easy. If she had, she would have been found already. Just not-just not-" He wiped another tear.
"Alive?" Ron offered. Dobby burst into wails. Harry jabbed his elbow into Ron's ribs.
He turned to Winky. "Can you remember anything that happened the last time you saw her?"
Winky blew her nose and nodded. "I noticed she was not wearing the pretty necklace with the sapphire on it. She said that she gave it to a friend."
"Did she say which friend?"
Winky shook her head, hard. "I cannot give away Ms.'s secerts. She trusts me."
Harry winced at the word "trust". He decided not to push it.
Finishing his butterbeer, he looked at his watch. "I got detention in a hour. I might as well get started."
Ron nodded. "Figures Snape would give you detention an hour before you had it. See you in the common room."
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Harry yelled against someone's hand. "Shut up, Potter."
He stomped on the attacker's foot and punched his jaw. He stumbled back, his hood falling.
"Malfoy?!" Harry gaped as Draco stood, massaging his jaw.
"I take it Kittie taught you to punch?"
"Why did you sneak up on me like that?"
"Because I have some news for you. I just saw Kittie yesterday."
"Lair."
"I'm not lying. My father gave me a port key to where ever she is, and I spoke to her, on the way to the Dark Lord and back. She's alive and she said something about the cave of gold being in the castle. I gave her a small orb that let her see the night sky so she could read the stars. I just talked to Ginny. She's in the Trophy Room."
"I know that. But, is Kit alright? Are they feeding her? They don't beat her do they?"
"Have you ever seen Kittie in something tight? She looks hot."
Harry growled.
"Sorry." Draco said quickly. "But she looked like a tomb raider. Anyways, they try to feed her, but she refuses to eat. And no, it didn't look like she was being beaten."
Harry sighed in relief. "Did you go to Dumbledore?"
"Of course. But there's nothing they can do."
Draco looked at his Rolex. "I have to go. If you get any leads, let me know, ok?"
Harry nodded and Draco pulled up his hood.
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As soon as the detention was over, Ginny flopped on the floor. Filch left with Mrs. Norris and Harry slumped next to her, reeking of polish.
Harry looked around as Ginny began to complain about aching muscles and unfair teachers.
There were so many trophies everywhere that he couldn't see if the wall was stone or brick. The ceiling was high and Harry called "Hello!", enjoying the way his vioce echoed. Ginny cocked an eyebrow. It was almost like a cave.
Harry leapt his feet. "The cave of gold."
"The *what*?" Ginny asked, incredulous. She pulled back her flame color hair that flew over her face when Harry stood up.
Harry stared at her hair for a moment before running to the side of the room that had trophies for the Weaslys.
There were thousands, but only three from their generation. Ron's trophy stood between Percy's and Charlie's.
*The darkest corners of the fire between two flames.*
"What's the darkest part of Ron, Ginny?"
Ginny scoffed. "His temper." Harry looked at the trophy again. It didn't fit.
"Or that he's afriad of spiders." She giggled but stopped immeatiatly at the look on Harry's face. "Harry? What's wrong?"
Aragog.
He grabbed Ginny's shoulders. "Go to Dumbledore. Now. Tell him I think I know where Kittie is. Tell him I'm going to Aragog. Now!"
Ginny shot him a look of pure confusion and ran out of the trophy room. Harry grabbed his cloak and ran outside, towards to Forbidden Forest.
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A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! There. Hope that made up for my writer's block in the last chappie! Review!
Disclaimers:I don't own Harry Potter so you can't sue me!
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Kittie rubbed her arms. The holes in the cement walls whistled as the breeze doubled. She pulled her legs up to her chest and blinked as a sudden light spilled into the room as the door flew open.
"Do you have a reservation?" Kittie mumbled sarcastically as the two fat maids scrambled in.
"Ma'am you are bringing this upon yourself. It's been three days. If you'd only join..."
"And what?" Kittie said angrily as they pulled her up and began pointing their wands at her. The dirt of the floor cleaned itself off and she wrinkled her nose at the new, strong perfume.
"And you'd be free. Master wouldn't kill-"
"Me? No, but I would." The grey maid looked suprised at Kittie's blunt remark. "I'd kill myself before I let anyone use me as a weapon."
The younger maid began to brush her hair. "He's not looking for a weapon. He's looking for a...partner."
"Bull. Voldemort sharing is the most absurd thing I ever heard."
Both maids winced at his name and the grey maid pointed her wand at her. A black dress wrapped itself up her. Kittie gaped.
"You have got to be joking." The dress was tight, all the way to her legs. And the only possible way she could walk was through the long slit on her right leg. Her left arm had a sleeve that flared out at the wrists, but the right didn't have anything. Her shoulder was bare and a black armband was on her upper arm. Boots, laced up to her knees, covered her calves, and already her feet started to sweat.
"I look like a GI Joe!" Kittie whined, throwing her arms down and stomping her boots.
The young maid sighed and pointed her wand at her and her hair fell down to her waist, completly normal.
Kittie crossed her arms. The grey maid did the same. "Now you know we have to put these on you. The master fears that you will escape. If you'd only kill the boy-"
Kittie extended her arms. "My lack of freedom to roam this-this- whatever this is, is worth it. So put the chains on me so the old fart can feel safe that I'm not going to blast his precious hideout into rocks."
"Interesting choice of words, Silcia." Lucius stood in the open doorway. His hood was down and the light made his blonde hair glow. He turned to the maids, revealing the smaller blonde behind him.
Draco. He nervously shifted unto the other foot. Kittie's eyes traveled over his black robes and hood. They exchanged looks that said that each was as suprised as the other.
"I am to take the prisoner to the Dark Lord."
"But we haven't put the chains on her ye-"
But Lucius pointed his wand at Kittie and silver chains with strange symbols on them, snapped on her wrists, ankles, and neck.
Kittie coughed. "Too tight." She wheezed pointing the the clamp around her throat. The grey maid quickly pointed her wand at her, loosening it.
Lucius smirked. "So sorry. Now let's go."
Kittie and Draco dragged their feet behind him as he lead them through a stone corridor.
"You look nice." Draco whispered, lightheartedly.
"Shut up. What are you doing here?"
"Father thinks I should have some experience of dealing with people from the Light. It's supposed to be good for me." He made a face. "But I though you escaped three nights ago."
"Harry did. But I let the Dumbledore imposter take me instead. So I've been here for three days."
"Haven't they been feeding you?" He whispered as Kittie's stomach let out an enormous growl, making Lucius laugh in front of them.
"They try. But I'm not eating that bastard's food."
"You'll starve."
Kittie scoffed. "I've gone longer without food. I'll be fine."
Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Lucius spun around. "Here we are."
He shoved Kittie into a heavy door. She grimaced.
Lucius sneered again. "Sorry. Forgot to open the door first. How silly of me."
He slowly opened the door, pushing Kittie inside. He slammed the door behind her.
"Sit down, child." drew a cold vioce from the shadows behind a desk.
"I will not."
"I said, 'sit'!" The tip of a wand emerged from the shadows and the vioce rasped it's curse.
Kittie winced, ready to feel some sort of pain, but instead her mind was drained of all worries and cares. Her eyes glassed over and a small smile twitched on her lips.
"Sit."
Kittie put her hand on the back of the chair and was ready to slowly sink in it, when a vioce snapped at her in the back of her brain.
*What are you doing? Are you going to take orders from that git?*
*Sit.*
*I'm fine standing up.*
*Sit!*
Kittie forced herself up again and she stood behind the chair, locking her knees.
The happy sensation lifted and Voldemort laughed. "I must give you full marks for stubborness, child."
Kittie kept her face blank. The wizard leaned forward so that the torchlight lit his red eyes.
"I tire of playing your games. Give me the Gift."
Kittie fought the urge to roll her eyes. Here they go again.
"I already told you. I don't have it anymore."
"Then who does?!"
"No one!"
Kittie fought the smirk curling her features. She wasn't lying at all. But she was having fun with this riddle thing.
Voldemort massaged his temples. "If you don't tell me who has the Gift-"
"What makes you think it's a person?"
His red eyes snapped open. He stood. "Child. Everyday, for three days now, you've told me something about the Gift that could lead me to it. I've checked every lead. Where is it?!"
Kittie crossed her arms. "I already told you. I no longer hold it."
He sighed and sat down again. "Who gave it to you?"
"I had it for as long as I can remember."
"So it's an object?"
"Yes." No riddle there. Many people had gaped over it without knowing what it was. Some even touched it. Ginny even asked if she could borrow it.
"How do you activate it?"
"My blood must sink into it."
"What?!"
Kittie didn't answer. Voldemort kept his questions up for another hour but it was obvious that Kittie wasn't answering any more.
He called for Lucius. The hooded wizard fell to his knees in front of the desk. "Master."
"Take her back. And no more meals." So he obviously hadn't been informed at Kittie's lack of appetite.
Lucius nodded and yanked Kittie out into the corridor, making her collide with Draco.
Draco pulled her up and pretended to roughly yank her after his father.
"So what happened?" He whispered.
"The usual. More questions that just led to more questions."
"The classes closed, you know."
"You're joking."
"Nope. Dumbledore has everyone searching. But I don't think they're doing a through search of the woods."
"So I was right? We're not under your house?"
Draco snorted. "Are you insane? After Potter went to McGonagall, our house was raided. But they didn't find anything. They already destroyed the evidence. So much gold was blown up."
Kittie nodded. So her clues weren't off. "The stars didn't lie."
"Can you see the stars?"
"No. Voldemort gave the order that under no circumstance am I allowed to see the night sky."
"Then here."
He pulled a necklace off his neck and laid it over Kittie's.
"What's this?"
A small orb at the end of the necklace shone with clouds. Boy, was it going to rain.
"It'll reflect the night sky tonight. It'll probely help you decifer days. And I'll let Ginny know you're alive. And I'll tell Dumbledore everything I see. But I really don't know where we are. I used a portkey."
Kittie stopped walking and wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. "Thanks, Drake. Tell Harry too."
He nodded. "Potter's hit rock bottom. I don't think he's slept in days. And he's been dragged out of the forest four times in three days."
Kittie bit her lip. "Tell him that the cave of gold is in Hogwarts."
Draco grinned. "There's a cave of gold in the school?"
"Just tell him."
Lucius spun around in front of her door. "In." He pushed her roughly through the doorway. He didn't say anything as he angrily marched away but Draco looked through the bars. He winked and ran after his father.
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Harry angrily punched his pillow and yelled into it.
"Harry?" Ron said thickly, sitting up. "It's not even two in the morning. What are you doing?!"
"I can't sleep."
"So tell me something new."
Harry swung his legs over the bed. Ron stood up and lit a candle. "So what's the problem?"
He gaped. "What's the problem?!" Harry repeated in disbelief. "The problem is that Kittie has been kidnapped, and today is Day Four. She gave me a riddle to think about, but no one, not even Dumbledore, knows anything about it. I'm facing four weeks of detention when this is over, and everyone thinks that she's dead. Some first year Kittie was tutoring gave me a black rose today, did you know that? Hedwig hasn't found her. Luka hasn't found her. But everytime they leave with my letters, they go straight for the woods. I know she's in there somewhere. And if it means that I lose another forty points for Griffindor if I find her, then it will be worth it."
Ron cocked his eyebrows. "Okay, so we have a problem. What was the riddle again?"
"Something about going into the cave of gold and following the darkest part of the fire between two flames. Or something like that."
"Sounds like you memorized it."
"Well, what do you think I do when I can't sleep?"
Ron shrugged. He yawned. "Go back to sleep, Harry." He mumbled as he blew out the candle and rolled over. His snores were soon rocking the bed.
"Easy for you to say. I was never asleep to begin with."
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"Parkinson, if you don't take that back, *you'll* be joining her parents." Ginny snarled, pointing her wand at Pansy's nose, after she said something very rude about Kittie joining her parents.
Pansy sneered and opened her mouth to say something but a cold voice drawled behind them.
"Ms. Weasly. Do you mind telling me why you insist on picking Ms. Parkinson's nose with your wand?"
Snape crossed his arms behind her, making her drop her wand. Ron let go of Harry, who was trying to find his wand in his bag.
"She was talking about Kittie and her parents, Professor."
Snape glared at Pansy. "Ten points from Slytherin and Griffindor, and Ms.Weasly, you have detention in the trophy room with Filch tonight. Mr.Potter,since you seem to have something to do with this, you can join her. Have a nice day."
Ron and Harry glared at his back. "Stupid git." Ron grumbled. "And you didn't do anything."
Harry shook off a seventh year Hufflepuff's comforts and said, "Yeah, but that's the first time he probely ever taken points from Slytherin."
"You know," Ginny said thoughtfully as Pansy stalked off. "I think he likes Kittie. But that can't be possible can it?"
"Funny." Hannah spoke up. "You talk about her as though she was still alive."
Harry glared at her. "She is. And I'll prove it."
Hannah bit her lip and looked down as Harry continued to silently glare at her.
Ron tugged on his arm. "Man, you're scaring her."
Ginny took his ear and pulled him down the corridor. "He's scaring everybody lately."
She checked her watch, let Harry go, and ran for the library. Harry checked his watch too. "Well, I'm off to get trashed by butterbeers. Maybe Dobby remembers something."
"Fine. But you're scary sober. I'm not letting you get trashed."
Dobby wiped a large tear from his eyes as Harry and Ron sipped their butterbeers, later.
"I know Miss. She will not give in so easy. If she had, she would have been found already. Just not-just not-" He wiped another tear.
"Alive?" Ron offered. Dobby burst into wails. Harry jabbed his elbow into Ron's ribs.
He turned to Winky. "Can you remember anything that happened the last time you saw her?"
Winky blew her nose and nodded. "I noticed she was not wearing the pretty necklace with the sapphire on it. She said that she gave it to a friend."
"Did she say which friend?"
Winky shook her head, hard. "I cannot give away Ms.'s secerts. She trusts me."
Harry winced at the word "trust". He decided not to push it.
Finishing his butterbeer, he looked at his watch. "I got detention in a hour. I might as well get started."
Ron nodded. "Figures Snape would give you detention an hour before you had it. See you in the common room."
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Harry yelled against someone's hand. "Shut up, Potter."
He stomped on the attacker's foot and punched his jaw. He stumbled back, his hood falling.
"Malfoy?!" Harry gaped as Draco stood, massaging his jaw.
"I take it Kittie taught you to punch?"
"Why did you sneak up on me like that?"
"Because I have some news for you. I just saw Kittie yesterday."
"Lair."
"I'm not lying. My father gave me a port key to where ever she is, and I spoke to her, on the way to the Dark Lord and back. She's alive and she said something about the cave of gold being in the castle. I gave her a small orb that let her see the night sky so she could read the stars. I just talked to Ginny. She's in the Trophy Room."
"I know that. But, is Kit alright? Are they feeding her? They don't beat her do they?"
"Have you ever seen Kittie in something tight? She looks hot."
Harry growled.
"Sorry." Draco said quickly. "But she looked like a tomb raider. Anyways, they try to feed her, but she refuses to eat. And no, it didn't look like she was being beaten."
Harry sighed in relief. "Did you go to Dumbledore?"
"Of course. But there's nothing they can do."
Draco looked at his Rolex. "I have to go. If you get any leads, let me know, ok?"
Harry nodded and Draco pulled up his hood.
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As soon as the detention was over, Ginny flopped on the floor. Filch left with Mrs. Norris and Harry slumped next to her, reeking of polish.
Harry looked around as Ginny began to complain about aching muscles and unfair teachers.
There were so many trophies everywhere that he couldn't see if the wall was stone or brick. The ceiling was high and Harry called "Hello!", enjoying the way his vioce echoed. Ginny cocked an eyebrow. It was almost like a cave.
Harry leapt his feet. "The cave of gold."
"The *what*?" Ginny asked, incredulous. She pulled back her flame color hair that flew over her face when Harry stood up.
Harry stared at her hair for a moment before running to the side of the room that had trophies for the Weaslys.
There were thousands, but only three from their generation. Ron's trophy stood between Percy's and Charlie's.
*The darkest corners of the fire between two flames.*
"What's the darkest part of Ron, Ginny?"
Ginny scoffed. "His temper." Harry looked at the trophy again. It didn't fit.
"Or that he's afriad of spiders." She giggled but stopped immeatiatly at the look on Harry's face. "Harry? What's wrong?"
Aragog.
He grabbed Ginny's shoulders. "Go to Dumbledore. Now. Tell him I think I know where Kittie is. Tell him I'm going to Aragog. Now!"
Ginny shot him a look of pure confusion and ran out of the trophy room. Harry grabbed his cloak and ran outside, towards to Forbidden Forest.
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A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! There. Hope that made up for my writer's block in the last chappie! Review!