(A/N) I'm so happy that you guyz love this. And the way reviews are going, I'm going to come up with a sequel. And another thing I'm ecstatic about is that I got over 100 reviews!!!! YOU GUYZ ROCK!!!Enjoy!

disclaimers:JKR owns it all. not me. *sigh* jeolousy sucks.

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Someone nudged Kittie's stomach. She coughed the dust of the dungon out of her mouth and sat up.

She adjusted her eyes to the scrambling shadows. The two fat maids pointed their wands at her and the dust and dirt cleaned off. Lucius stood over her, sneering.

"Up, brat. The Dark Lord wants to see you."

"But it's in the middle of the night!"

"Three o'clock to be correct. But get up."

She stood and immediatly the young maid began brushing her hair and pulling it up in a tight bun. The grey maid pointed her wand at her, and navy blue robes suddenly appeared. Kittie fidgeted.

"The neckline is a little low."

Lucius sneered deeper. "Tough." He pointed his wand at her and the iron chains clamped to her wrists,ankles,and neck again.

He shoved her out of the door and lead her to Voldemort's large office.

"Get in."

"What? I don't get to be slammed into the door again? That just makes me feel all fuzzy inside."

"Shut up and get in!" He pointed his wand at her and her lips sealed shut. He pushed her inside while she screamed in fury.

Kittie crossed her arms in front of the black desk, in the shadows. Her chains rattled and Voldemort laughed, once again hidden by shadows.

"You seem silent tonight, child. Tell me what's wrong."

She angrily pointed to her lips, then to Lucius outside the door. Voldemort performed the counter curse and sat forward.

"Tell me where the Gift is."

"No."

"The sooner you tell me, the sooner I release you. Then you can run to Dumbledore and tell him everything. Including where we are. I think I am correct to think that you know?"

Kittie nodded and his eyes flashed. "Who told you?!"

She scoffed. "The stars."

"You can see them?!"

"Everytime I close my eyes."

Voldemort growled and leapt to his feet. In one sweep of his arm, the contents on the desk were scattered on the floor. Kittie didn't jump but crossed her arms. He pointed his wand at her face.

"I'm fighting the urge to kill you now, child!"

She didn't say anything, but glared past the tip of the wand, at the owner.

He threw down his arm and paced. "You speak in riddles. Like your mother. Do you know anything about her?"

Kittie blinked as he mentioned her mother, but kept her face passive.

He sneered. "I didn't think so. She was stubborn, much like you. But, she wasn't clever. She believed me when I told her that she could have the life of her daughter. Your father, though. He was the clever one. He convinced her that she made a deadly mistake and they took you to an orphange. It would have been so much less trouble, had he not."

Kittie let curiousity get the best of her. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

" I *own* you, child. I gave them the choice to give their only child to me, or I would kill it. Your father found a loophole. The night I came for you, they were gone. I waited though. And was well rewarded when they came home. But you were gone. I searched through every orphange in Europe. Until three days before Halloween. I found you. But Harry Potter had to go first. The prophecies were too true. Had he not lived, none of this would happen. I would have the Gift, and you would be fighting alongside me."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Kittie yelled.

"I could have raised you." He continued. "You would have been raised to the Dark. But no. Harry Potter had to live. And the prophecies still haunt me..."

Kittie was growing angry. "But the prophecies say that only the Heir of Griffindor can defeat the Heir of Slytherin. What are you scared for?"

The Dark Lord laughed and sat at his desk. "You haven't guessed yet?"

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Harry cried out as thorns tore at his cloak. He finally came to a clearing that was surronded by spider webs. A spider jumped in front of him and picked him up.

It stopped in front of a sleeping Aragog and roughly dropped Harry. It nudged him. The giant spider stirred and stood up.

"What is it?! I was sleeping!" He clicked angrily.

"Man."

"Kill it."

Harry's throat tightened and he yelled up to him, "I'm looking for Kittie Silcia."

Aragog froze and turned to his voice. The spiders surronding him suddenly quieted.

"What was the last name?!"

"Silcia. Kittie Silcia."

Aragog clicked his pincers. "What has happened to the remaining Silcia?"

"She was kidnapped. By Lord Voldemort. He's looking for the Gift of Immortality."

Clicking suddenly erupted everywhere and Aragog sank so low that his blind eyes were even with Harry's face.

"Of course he is. But Silcia doesn't have it. She gave it to me to destroy. But, she told me not to until she gave me the signal. What does she have to do with you?"

Harry swallowed. "I'm a-er-close friend. And I'll do anything to get her back. Even if it meant risking my life talking to you."

Aragog clicked. "Brave one. Yes, I know where she is. A hooded man took her past here. Killed many of my children to get past."

The large spider that had held him, clicked at Aragog. Aragog clicked back and turned to Harry.

"So you're the one that came here three years ago? Asking about the Chamber of Secerts and Hagrid?"

Harry nodded, then realizing that the old spider was blind, choked out, "Ye-yes."

Aragog clicked. "Heritag will lead you to the path that leads to the small castle holding her. If you need help, get Kittie to whistle. We will charge the castle. Now go. And good luck."

The spider that carried Harry nudged him. He began to walk shakily to the right, holding his wand in front of him.

As soon as the got to the path, Heritag leaned to Harry. "Remember. Kittie has to whistle."

And he left. Harry looked at the worn path and began to run up it. Sure enough, a small stone castle was at the end.

He swallowed and creeped up to the wall, behind the gate, where two hooded Death Eaters were sleeping. He pointed his wand at the shorter one, and his robes slid off and covered Harry.

Harry adjusted the robes and mask. He raised the hood and sqeezed between the bars. He ran along the outside of the castle and looked through the windows. He finally heard some high-pitched laughter and ran to the window.

Voldemort leaned back in his chair, laughing at Kittie's frozen expression. Her jaw was slack and her eyes buldged.

She finally blinked and glared at Voldemort. "Liar. And I thought you were supposed to be above weakness. Lying is weak."

He suddenly stopped laughing. "What did you just call me, child?"

"Did I stutter? You. Are. Weak."

Voldemort jumped to his feet and pointed his wand at her. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she sank to the floor, twitching. Harry tore his gaze away and sqeezed his eyes shut.

A few minutes later, Harry got the cue that he could look again as Kittie angrily replied, "Is that the best you can do? My, aren't you losing your touch?"

"Don't tempt me." The wizard hissed.

Kittie crossed her arms. "There was a certain reason you called me down here. What is it?"

"You refuse to talk under reason. So, I'm going to torture it out of you."

Kittie uncrossed her arms and opened her mouth to say something, but Voldemort pointed his wand again, and she sank to her knees. Her screams bounced off the walls as she clutched her head.

Harry's hand twitched and he reached into his pocket, where his pocket knife was. He flipped the blade out. Placing his fingers where Kittie taught him to, he threw the knife at Voldemort's wand hand.

Voldemort screamed and dropped his wand as the knife pinned his hand to the wall. Kittie scrambled up and looked at the window. Harry was stunned.

She ran unto the window ledge and threw herself out. She and Harry fell to the ground.

"Lucius! Lucius! She's escaping! Get in here now!" Voldemort screamed. The door slammed open, and Lucius immediatly ran to his master.

"Leave me! GET THE GIRL!"

Lucius' head appeared out the window and he pointed his wand at Kittie. She squealed as Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the gate.

The two Death Eaters were awake and ran towards them. Harry held back a laugh as the shorter one tried to run and cover his underwear at the same time. About thirty more Death Eaters were running out of the castle to them.

Harry turned to Kittie. "Whistle!"

"Harry, these chains-"

"Just do it!"

She put her fingers to her lips and blew. A shrill whistle sliced the air.

About a hundred large spiders were suddenly running towards the castle from the woods, as if waiting for the signal.

As war between spider and man broke (A/N: Spiderman, hee hee.), Harry continued to drag a chained Kittie to the gates. The spiders fought around them, and Harry ducked as a curse flew over his head.

Finally, they made it to the woods and ran deep inside it. Neither of them stopped running until they reached a clearing, were a least forty nymphs were sleeping. One awoke and screamed, waking the others. As chaos ensued, another ran to Kittie and dragged her away, mistaking her.

Harry stood in complete suprise as the clearing was suddenly empty. The feeling returned to his legs and he called out, "Kittie!"

He ran to the direction the nymph dragged her. The sound of giggles made him dive under a bush. He pushed aside a handful of leaves and his jaw dropped.

The nymphs were sitting on rocks, chattering and giggling. One nymph had Kittie's hair in her hands, and she was pulling and turning it. She soon finished, and sat back, admiring her work.

Kittie's hair was in two pigtails that were bent backwards into loops at her shoulders. The nymph that did it made a face and said something in Nymph.

Kittie grinned and nodded, obviously having no clue what she said. The nymph was satisfied and pushed a blue flower behind her ear. Harry cleared his throat, and the nymphs scattered. The one nymph tried to drag Kittie with her again, but this time Kittie fought. She finally let her go and ran for the trees, as Harry came closer.

He cocked his eyebrows at her hair. "It's nice."

"Oh, shut up. Let's go."

"Er..there's kinda a problem."

"You don't have a clue where we are, do you?"

"Not really."

Kittie crossed her arms. "My hero."

"Hey, I got you out of that castle, didn't I?"

"I know, I'm weird at showing my gratitude."

Harry scoffed. "No, you're just weird."

Kittie slapped his arm. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. Harry stumbled, suprised and they both hit the floor.

"What was that for?!"

Kittie pushed a lock of dark hair that had come loose in the fall. "I missed you and you saved me. I take it you went to Aragog?"

Harry nodded. "He said you gave him the Gift to destroy."

"I gave him part of it."

"Part of it?! Where's the other parts?"

Kittie reached a hand in her mouth and pulled at a string tied around her tounge.

As the end of the string appeared, Harry could see a small, blue sapphire tied to it. She moved the sapphire across her palm.

Harry gaped at it. "You had it the whole time?! And isn't that the sapphire on your necklace?"

She nodded. "I had the Gift on my neck for as long as I can remember." She rubbed a green line on the back of her neck. "And I broke it into several pieces. One, I will hold. Another, Aragog. I sent another somewhere in a pawn shop in America. And so forth, so on. The Gift cannot be destroyed. Just broken up. It can be dust, and as long as you have all the grains, you can use it. As long as it's made into a potion with my blood. Willingly given. Whatever is left of the potion, is immediatly transformed into a sapphire again."

Harry shook his head in disbelief. "You're amazing."

Kittie threw the sapphire in the air and caught it. She turned north. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Harry jogged up to her as she began to walk. "So what's with the chains?"

"They keep me from doing any kinds of magic. Enchanting, wand work, probely even potion-making."

"Why didn't they keep you to the castle?"

She shrugged. "They probely have a tracking thing on them. But Voldemort assumed that if I was to escape at all, it would be by magic. He really underestimates the muggles."

"So we really need to get these off."

"Yep."

"And you're not panicing?!"

"Nope."

"Kittie!"

"Harry, these chains can only be taken off with a certain charm. And I don't know what it is."

Harry picked up a rock and turned to her.

"You're insane, Harry."

"No, you're the one that said that he really underestimates the muggles. Maybe he didn't think someone would try a non-magical way to get them off."

He crashed the rock at the clasp on her right wrist. It, with the other clasps, immediatly snapped off and feel to the ground, in coils.

They both stared at them, stunned. "That was way too easy." Kittie whispered. As soon as the words left her lips, the chains *hissed*.

Harry immediatly pulled Kittie back, put the chains slithered after them, now three long silver snakes.

"Figures." She said. "Do something, Harry!"

Harry stepped in front of her and the three snakes raised themselves up, so that the three of them were even with his face.

"Leave us alone." He hissed. Kittie rolled her eyes behind his back.

"That's not going to do it, Harry."

Harry gaped at her. And before he even had a chance to ask how she knew what he said, she threw a fire ball at one. It bounced off it's metal skin and flew back at her. She ducked.

"Oh, and that's working?!" He said, pulling her up again.

"Shut up, and run!" They both ran into the woods, fighting off the thorns that tore at their clothes. The chains clattered after them.

They finally burst out of the woods, and Harry was suprised to find that he was running across the Hogwarts grounds. The snakes clattered after them. They cornered them against the castle wall.

Suddenly, a wolf jumped out and picked up one snake, and threw it against the Whomping Willow. Immediatly, it began to tear the chain into braces.

One nipped at the wolf, and it dodged. It bit into it and slammed it against the wall. It crumpled to the ground, chains again.

The third ran to the woods, but the wolf leapt in front of it and began to tear it. The wolf dropped the limp chains and walked slowly to Harry and Kittie, head bowed.

Harry instinctly stepped in front of Kittie. She laughed. "Harry. It's alright. 'Cus it's Remus!"

The wolf sat down and a cloud moved away from the sun, and Lupin was sitting on the ground, knees drawn. He blew a clump of fur off his nose.

"I'm shedding again." He grumbled, standing up. Kittie leapt forward and hugged him.

He grinned and looked at Harry, who was still gaping. "It's about time you two got back. If I'm not mistaken, you're just in time for breakfast." He shooed them to the castle doors.

Harry grabbed Kittie's hand and walked inside. They got to the Great Hall doors and exchanged looks. "Ready for one hell of a commotion, Harry?"

He laughed. "As ready as I'll ever be."

They both threw open the doors, greeted by a stunned silence.

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