DISCLAMER: Basically I own nothing, you probably get the picture by now.

A/N: Please read and review, this is my first fan fic so b nice. I probably won't be able to get another chapter out soon because I have to do all my half-term homework which I left to the end like normal and am starting back at school soon. Sorry bout the mistake bout Voldemort being at school with them in chapter 2 cos as Katydidn't pointed out to me he wasn't. Obviously I made that mistake on purpose (yeah right) but hey...call it a bit of artistic license.

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Pain blazed through Harry like an electric shock, he felt as if his whole head was burning and he clutched his scar in agony but finally just when he thought it was going to explode it began to subside. Then he heard that sinister mocking laugh and looked right into those hard grey steel eyes.

"Harry Potter, we meet again. Lets hope we are not rudely interrupted like the last time. That was a great disappointment to me," Voldemort hissed his voice polite but dangerous threats lurked in the background. Harry gulped, he was petrified, and he remembered the last meeting with horror, when Cedric had died and Harry had ony just escaped. Voldemort seemed to read his thoughts.

"It was such a shame about poor Cedric too but..well, Harry sacrifices have to be made," Voldemort's voice was ridiculing his sadness and it made Harry see red with anger.

"Don't you dare insult Cedric like that, you killed him," shouted Harry and he pulled his wand out of his robes and held it above his head. Voldemort just watched and laughed as he got up and walked out of the fire. He looked thin and pale but decidedly stronger than when Harry had last seen him.

"Harry, Harry don't be foolish, we wouldn't want anybody to get hurt, would we?" he licked his lips and his eyes flashed warningly. Harry clenched his teeth with frustration; there was no point in starting a duel he knew what the outcome would be.

"Why have you come here, Voldemort?" he spat the name out like poison, he felt brave when he said it but the menacing look of Voldemort's face made him quiver with fear.

"Why, Harry to see you of course," Voldemort smiled graciously.

"What do you want?" asked Harry pleadingly backing into a corner as Voldemort advanced.

"Harry, come here," Voldemort ordered, Harry stood completely still, Voldemort drew his wand out, "I said come here," slowly Harry shuffled forward not wanting to come near Voldemort. He closed his eyes expecting to feel the anguish of crucio but it did not come.

"Harry, do everything I say, or I will not be able to account for my actions," he murmured softly, running a long finger across his wand.

"Where are your Aunt and Uncle?"

"There upstairs, they'll be coming down in a moment," Harry gasped, praying with little hope that this would make Voldemort leave.

"LIAR!" screamed Voldemort and he slammed his fist onto the table, "Tell me the truth, Harry," his eyes flashed again.

"They.they've gone shopping," mumbled Harry.

"Good, good then they'll be nobody to hear you scream," Voldmort laughed, in a way that sent chills down Harry's spine.

He drew a knife out of his pocket and Harry was too afraid to wonder why he wasn't using his wand. He got up and retreated back, until he felt himself pressed onto the wall with this madman in front of him. The knife glinted wickedly and Voldemort's eyes shone wildly as he reached out with the knife and pressed it against Harry's neck till a tiny drop of blood formed. A scream tried to rise from Harry's dry throat but it was trapped inside.

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"No," shrieked Hermione, dropping the brush and mirror she was holding. Her eyes were a deep purple and they were flashing crazily. Her body was moving in jerks and convulsions, her mouth moving silently without words, pain shooting through her.

"Hermione," her mother tried to stop her but Hermione staggered out of her arms, she was treading on the broken glass from the mirror, blood coming from her feet but she didn't seem to care. She screamed again and as the last syllables died on her lips she sunk downwards into a crumpled pile on the floor.

Her mother and father crowded around here, her mother was shaking and sobbing and soon the muggle doctor turned up. He examined Hermione who seemed to be sleeping normally and shook his head gravely when her mother told him what had happened. He stroked his chin.

"It's very strange, I've never seen anything like it. Keep her warm, give her water and if she isn't awake by tomorrow.." his words faded away as her mother wailed like a banshee.

"Then.." her father whispered, afraid to hear the answer.

"Take her to the hospital. I'm sure they'll be able to do something," he said sadly but he did not seem very sure about it.

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Ron's head slumped forward as he sat at the table for lunch. His eyes rolled frantically and they changed shades till they became purple, the exact colour of Hermione's. His head was swinging like a pendulum.

"Ron, Ron," called his mother anxiously as the Weaselys stopped eating and stared at him in horror. He shook his head and waved his arms, like in a dream and rose from the table. Everything around started jerking, the food, the cutlery on the table, and the things on the side. They started shuddering like they were being affected by great magical energy. Mrs Weasely was quite panic-stricken but at exactly the same moment as Hermione's, his body went completely limp like a puppet and he dropped smoothly to the floor.

"Ron, Ron," his mother whispered as she lifted him on to the side, "Get your father, Percy, now," she was weeping over Ron's body, he looked like he was sleeping and although he had a pulse though it was only the faintest murmur.

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"Well, Harry are you ready to die, just like your parents," Voldemort licked his lips greedily.

"Why.why Voldemort, you've killed my parents isn't that enough for you?" Harry begged, beads of sweat on his forehead.

"It'll never be enough for me, I will not rest until you're dead and it looks like I won't have to wait much longer, hey?"

"Please.please," Harry implored, "I know that you went to the ball with my mother. Why? I thought you hated her." He didn't know why it mattered because he was going to die anyway but he needed to know.

"I never wanted to kill her Harry, it was only James," he hissed the name with bitter anger, "She was mine, he took her. If I can't have her no- one will."

"She'd never go with you if you were the last man on earth," Harry shouted, Voldemort dug the knife deeper in and with his fingers drew the blood from Harry's and placed it carefully in a glass bottle.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter," he cackled as he dug the knife straight in, straight into Harry's heart.