Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter.

Chris: As I wrote before, I accept flames, only if a good reason or comment comes with them. So far you have just been making accusations and not giving an ounce of evidence to back it up. The Goblet of Fire is a story centered around the triwizards tournament, where Voldemort uses the tournament to achieve his plan. My story is nothing like that. The school wide wizards' duel plays a very small part in my story (if you haven't noticed already). My story is centered around spiral tower, memoritia, lost souls, and of course the sword of helios (you'll find out what that is later). Saying that my story is the same as the goblet of fire would be like comparing lord of the rings to gundam wing (both is a fight of good vs. evil, both have many wars with countless lost lives, and both have some sort of love story), and anyone would normally say that is ridiculous. Furthermore, if my story is that bad, THEN JUST DON'T READ IT! It's really not rocket science. Why would you want to read something so long if you don't even like it? I mean it's around 90,000 words for god's sake!

A/n- Anyway, sorry for the long delay, but I had to keep rewriting the chapter, because I kept getting new ideas. Also I heard that JK's fifth book will be published sometime in June. I'm going to try my best to finish my story before that. This chapter was originally part of 'The sins of the Fathers', but it became WAY too long so I had no choice but to VERY RELUCTANTLY separate it. I'm almost done with 'the sins of the fathers'. Don't worry.

                                                                The Voice

                A very blurry face was the first thing Harry saw when he was finally able to open his eyes. Harry couldn't tell who the face belonged, nor could he tell what kind of expression was on the face.

                "Where am I?" Harry said weakly.

                No answer came from the face; the only thing Harry saw was two hands putting something on his face. A second afterwards, Harry was able to see everything clearly. Although what Harry saw made him wish that he wasn't able to see as clearly.

                He saw a very angry Ron looking down at him. Ron was standing right by the couch that Harry was lying on, with his arms crossed, and he was wearing a very angry scowl on his face.

                "Finally awake!" Ron snarled. "Did you have a nice rest!"

                Harry tried to sit up, but fatigue had pushed him back down on his back. "What happened?" he asked. "What am I doing here?"

                "I was hoping you would be able to answer that for us!" Ron said angrily.

                "I don't really remember?" Harry said.

                "Well let me refresh your memory!" Ron started. "For some crazy reason, we found you and Malfoy, both falling off a broom, both wearing quidditch robes, with both your wands with you.

"So what could that possibly mean?" Ron said sarcastically. "I know, you were both selling chocolate frog to the pigeons, and when they decided not to pay you, you tried to bully them with your wands, is that is?"

Harry just stayed silent.

"Of course that wouldn't explain why the snitch I gave you for your birthday is missing now would it?"

"Ron I can explain everything," Harry started.

"Don't bother," Ron interrupted. "I saw you sneaking out of the room with the snitch."

Harry slowly moved himself into a sitting position. "Ron I'm really sorry I lost it-"

"Oh you're sorry!" Ron snarled. "Well I guess that makes everything all better. You knew how important that present was to both me and Charlie, and yet you still took it and used it in a stupid gamble! Well I guess that shows how much I mean to you as a friend!"

"Ron I'm sorry," Harry said again.

"You know," Ron said in a low voice. "I know this may sound lame, but the reason I gave you such an important gift was because I thought of you as part of my family." With that Ron turned on his heal and left the common room.

"Ron, wait!" Harry called after him. He jumped off the sofa and started to run after him but once again fatigue had gotten the best of him.

"I wouldn't recommend running for at least another few hours," A voice said from Harry's left side.

Harry looked over and saw Hermione standing there wearing the same look that Ron was wearing. Harry picked himself up and slowly sat down on the couch, getting ready for whatever it was Hermione was about to lecture him about.

"So, for some crazy reason you thought it would be fun to have an unsupervised aerial duel with Malfoy," Hermione said angrily.

"Something like that," Harry said in a low voice.

"Do you know that if Ron and I weren't there, you and Malfoy would probably be dead right now!" Hermione growled.

"Malfoy?" Harry said, looking up at Hermione quizzically.

"That's right both of you were falling towards the ground completely unconscious. I had to use the wind spell to slow both of you down."

'That's odd,' Harry thought to himself. 'Why was Malfoy unconscious? I remember him blasting me with a lightning bolt and then everything went blank. Why was he knocked unconscious?'

"Harry!" Hermione screamed, snapping him back to reality. "What were you thinking! Out of all the stupid things you ever did, this one takes the cake!"

"Hermione I-"

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione interrupted. "Is the son of Lucius Malfoy, who's probably one of you-know-who's chief commanders!

"He could've had Crabbe and Goyle hiding in the bushes waiting to knock you off your broom the whole time! Honestly Harry what were you thinking! Do you really want to die that badly!"

"Hermione I had to do it," Harry cried. "If I didn't go, he was going to hurt Ron in the wizards' duel."

"Oh of course," Hermione shouted sarcastically. "You were doing this all for Ron!  It was a completely selfless act that you were doing! Great and mighty Harry Potter, always looking out for us little people! What would we do without him!"

"Hermione you know I didn't mean it like that," Harry said.

"Ron knew what he was getting himself into when he entered the duel," Hermione said angrily. "Believe it or not Harry, but Ron and I can take care of ourselves! We don't need you to hold our hand all the time!

"The worst thing that Malfoy could've done to Ron is cut off his legs, which Madam Pomfrey would be able to re-grow! You however, he could've killed, or taken to his master who would've probably given you a very special death."

"I," Harry started, but couldn't find the words to continue.

"Harry," Hermione said in a much lower voice. "It's okay if you don't care about losing your own life, but did you even for a second think about the rest of us. We would have to keep on living afterwards!" By now there were tears flowing from her eyes, and her voice was starting to break. "Did you even think about how we would feel if you died! What we would be forced to go through! Did you ever even consider our feelings about this whole thing!"

"Hermione, I'm really sorry," Harry said sincerely.

Hermione just her head and said, "No, you didn't, did you?"

Harry just looked down at the floor.

"You are the most selfish person I have ever met!" Hermione turned on her heal and started marching out of the common room.

Immediately an unknown feeling filled Harry's entire body. He didn't know why, but he couldn't allow her to leave, not like this.

"Hermione, wait!" Harry called as he started running after her. He caught up and grabbed her by her hand. "I knew all the reasons why I shouldn't go duel with Malfoy, but do you know the reason why I did?"

Hermione loosened herself from Harry's grip, looked him in the face and said, "As a very wise man once said, 'I don't give a damn!'" With that, she stormed out of the common room.

"Hermione, wait!" Harry called as he once again tried to give chase, but this time he was stopped. Not by fatigue, but by a very familiar cold feeling inside him.

"On no!" Harry gasped as the cold feeling started spreading throughout his entire body. "Not again! Not now!"

Harry fell down on one knee, unable to stand properly anymore as the feeling started to intensify.

"It's all you fault," The voice started once again.

"NO…STOP!" Harry cried. "I…have to…fight it! Must…not listen!"

"It's all your fault!" the voice said again.

Harry felt all of his strength fade as the voice continued talking.

"It's all your fault!"

Harry fell face first on the floor. "Who are…you? Why…are you…doing this…to me?"

"Harry, why are you doing this to me?" he heard Hermione's voice in his head once again.

"No, not Harry, please!" His mother's voice was back.

"You are the most selfish person I've ever met!" It was Hermione's again.

"It's all your fault!" the cold voice again.

"STOP IT!!!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs. Harry awakened and found himself on his knees tightly clutching his head with both hands, barely panting for breath.

He looked around and realized that he was no longer in the common room anymore. He wasn't even anywhere near the school. Instead he was in an all-too familiar place. It was the graveyard that he saw in his eyes.

"What is…going on?" Harry said through a few pants.

Before he could even get up, he started to hear some kind of sound coming from all the graves. At first it was so faint that he just dismissed it, but very soon the sounds started getting louder; until Harry was perfectly able to hear what the voices were saying.

"It's all your fault!" All of the voices were chanting together.

"No," Harry gasped. "Where am I! How do I get out of here!"

Using all of his strength Harry stood on his feet and tried to move, but his legs seemed to be stuck to the ground. Harry looked down and saw two hands sprouting from the ground, each holding onto one of his legs.

"No!" Harry cried, as he desperately tried to free his legs. "Let me go!"

"It's all your fault!" The voices continued to chant.

"Stop it already!" Harry yelled.

The hands started pulling Harry's legs inside the ground.

"NO," Harry cried, as he tried to get himself free. "Let me go! I never meant for this to happen!"

He was down to his waist in the ground by now. He tried using his arms to hold onto something, anything, but he was still sinking.

He was down to his neck. "STOP!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

Immediately, everything went dark.

"How is he?" A gentle masculine voice asked.

"He is in stable condition," Another, more feminine (though not as gentle) voice answered.

"Have you been able to find out what caused this?" The gentle voice asked.

"I'm afraid not," the feminine voice answered. "The fact is, that I was about to send him off to St. Mungos, when he finally started showing some life signs. I have never seen anything like this, so I'm afraid I won't be able to provide you with any answers."

"That is okay Poppy, you did your best and that is all that I ask of you."

'Poppy? Who is that?'

"Maybe Mr. Potter will be able to give us some answers when he wakes up?"

'Potter? Is that my name…yes it is. Where am I?'

"Or at least he will be able to shed a little light on his current situation. After all, no one really knows what he went through, except himself."

'What did I go through? I remember…it was very horrible…was it…'

"I agree."

"Hell?"  Harry said aloud as he opened his eyes.

Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey both looked down at the bed in which Harry was lying in.

"Harry, are you alright?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry slowly moved himself into a sitting position and said, "I think so?"

"You shouldn't be sitting boy," Madam Pomfrey quickly said, as she tried to lie him back down.

"That's okay Poppy," Dumbledore said as he held her back. "If Mr. Potter believes he has enough strength to sit up, then I trust him." He ended with dismissal in his voice.

"Very well then," Madam Pomfrey said. "I shall go check up on my other patients."

As soon as she left, Dumbledore sat down right beside Harry and asked him how he was feeling again.

"I think I feel alright," Harry answered. "There's really no need to worry."

"But I think there is," Dumbledore interjected. "If a person stays unconscious for seven days, that's usually a cause for concern."

"Seven days!" Harry gasped. "But how?"

"I was hoping that maybe you could tell me that?" Dumbledore requested.

Harry sighed and nodded.

"It all started during the summer. I don't know when exactly, but sometime during the summer I felt my entire body become very cold. And considering that it was the summer, and my Uncle Vernon would rather die than spend a cent on air conditioning for my room, I thought that was pretty odd. A few days later, I started having the same feeling again; only this time there was some kind of mysterious voice that came along with this feeling."

"Did the voice say anything?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," Harry nodded. "It keeps saying one line: 'It's all your fault'. At first it was just a momentary thing, but as time went on, the voice became even stronger, and it stayed with me longer than just a moment."

Dumbledore nodded, signifying that Harry should continue.

"Now almost every time the voice comes back, it gets so bad that I pass out. In fact the last two times, I heard my mother begging Voldemort to spare my life." Harry tried to take control of himself as he felt himself breaking down. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I tried everything to take control of myself but nothing worked. I tried telling myself that the voice was just a figment of my imagination, I tried ignoring it, I even went as far as trying to speak with it. I don't know what else I can do. The voice just comes and goes whenever it pleases and leaves me…" Harry just sighed and shook his head.

 "Harry," Dumbledore said warmly. "Why didn't you tell me about this when you arrived?"

"The voice disappeared for a month, I thought it was gone forever," Harry answered. "But it came back with a vengeance.

"Professor?" Harry looked up at Dumbledore. "Do you think it could be Voldemort?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I doubt it. Voldemort doesn't have that kind of power."

Harry looked at him quizzically.

"While you were in a coma, I noticed that your vital signs matched someone else's almost exactly."

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore answered.

A sudden horror struck Harry. "But Barty Crouch received the Dementor's kiss didn't he?" Harry said weakly.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "He did."

"So does that mean?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, you had the same signs as a soulless being. And I seriously doubt that Voldemort has the power to steal souls.

"However, the Dementors do have that power, and they also have the power to steal away any happiness a person might have, and leave him to dwell on his most miserable thoughts; all the signs that you seem to possess."

"How could this happen?" Harry said weakly.

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head. "Maybe it was because the Dementor almost administered the kiss on you. It might have left some kind of catalyst inside your head. A catalyst that could have been activated by the trauma that you experienced after the third task of the triwizard tournament?

"That is just a speculation of course."

"Professor," Harry said in a low voice. "If that voice comes back one more time, will it be able to take away my soul permanently?"

Dumbledore sighed and said, "Maybe."

Harry sighed and fell back into bed.

"However, I am going to do everything possible to make sure that that does not happen," Dumbledore said sharply.

"What can you do?" Harry asked weakly.

"There is a potion called the mind blocking potion," Dumbledore said. "It can stop all foreign influences from entering your mind. If I am right, and it is a foreign invader, then the potion will stop it for a while. In the meantime, I will study your condition until I can isolate the problem and come up with some kind of cure for you."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore's confident face and said, "What if it's not a foreign influence?"

Dumbledore sighed and said, "In that case I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do then; not with the amount of time we have. We'll just have to hope that it is some kind of catalyst. Otherwise…" Dumbledore just sighed and shook his head.

"Well, anything is worth a try, right?" Harry said.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "Although, I will have to warn you, taking this potion won't be a very good experience."

"What do you mean, sir?" Harry asked, as he looked up at Dumbledore quizzically.

"Since the potion blocks all foreign influences, it will become a very heavy burden on your mind."

"What will that lead to?" Harry asked.

"Migraines, difficulty when it comes to concentrating, severe nausea. The worst of these will occur the morning after you take the potion. You will find that it will be a huge burden even getting out of bed, and walking over to the bathroom. That is why I recommend you start taking the potion on a weekend. That way you will allow yourself a whole days rest, although I'm not sure how much rest you will have exactly."

"When you say on a weekend," Harry cried. "You don't mean-?"

Dumbledore reluctantly nodded. "Yes, I mean every weekend."

Harry fell on his pillow and closed his eyes.

"And," Dumbledore reluctantly added. "If I don't find a cure for you soon, your body will start metabolizing the potion quicker, which will mean that you'll have to take it more than once a week. But I'm sure it won't come to that."

Harry just silently nodded. "Don't tell Ron or Hermione about this please. I sure they must be worried enough by now."

Harry once again moved himself into a sitting position. "By the way, where are they? I want to tell them I'm just fine."

"I'm afraid, I do not know," Dumbledore said.

Harry started getting out of bed. "Well maybe I should go look for them, they were probably pretty upset when they saw me unconscious."

"Actually, according to Madam Pomfrey, the only ones who came to visit you were the Creevy brothers and young Miss Weasley."

Harry was immediately struck down with shock. He once again sat down on his bed, and looked directly at Dumbledore's face. "Neither Ron, nor Hermione visited me even once in all seven days."

"That is what Madam Pomfrey had told me," Dumbledore said. "I'm sorry." Dumbledore got up and headed towards the door. "I will tell professor Snape to start on a mind blocker potion. It should be ready by this evening. You'll take the potion tonight and this Friday. I will excuse you from all classes tomorrow, as it will probably be a very difficult day." With that Dumbledore left the room.

Harry fell back on his bed and started staring up at the ceiling. 'I can't believe that they didn't come to see me even once. I might be able to expect this from Ron, he was always a prat, but I would never expect this from Hermione.' Harry turned over to his left side. 'Some friends, I would come see them, even if I was angry with them.' Harry made a scowl. "Who needs them! After all the things I've done for them, how could they treat me like this?" Harry sighed, and slowly rolled onto his back once again. 'Maybe they're angrier than I thought?'

Dumbledore ended up being right. The next day truly was one of the worse experiences Harry ever had. The second he opened his eyes the only thing he wanted to do was close them again. His head was pounding; his stomach was aching with nausea, and his entire body felt extremely fatigued. When his nausea ended up getting the best of him, he tried to get out of bed to walk over to a bathroom, but instead he ended up vomiting all over the floor next to his bed. Harry remained that way for the entire day.

But as bad as he felt from the potion, he felt even worse when Hedwig flew into the hospital wing and dropped a letter on his bed.

It turned out to be a letter from Sirius. It read:

Harry,

What the hell did you think you were doing! Hermione wrote me and told me about you midnight duel! Are you insane! Going off on an unsupervised wizards duel with the son of a death eater! Do any of my warnings penetrate that thick skull of yours! I told to beware him, and instead you let him get to you when you are most vulnerable! He could have had his Slytherin friends waiting to pick you off the entire time!

I am very disappointed in you Harry! How could you do such a thing! Did you think about your parents when you went off to fight Malfoy! They sacrificed their lives just so you could have an opportunity to live! And what do you do with that opportunity! Risk it on some stupid schoolboy grudge!  

                I have sent a letter to Dumbledore revoking my permission to allow you to go on anymore Hogsmeade visits. If by Christmas vacation, I hear that you are doing well, I will once again allow you to go visit Hogsmeade. However, if I hear that you even put a toenail out of line, then the ban will become permanent. And don't you even think about sneaking out, because if I find out that you did, I'll tell Dumbledore about the secret passageways, and you'll end up being in even more trouble.

                Behave yourself and study hard.

                                                               

                                                                                                                Sincerely,

                                                                                                                Snuffles.

                Although Harry was upset about not being able to visit Hogsmeade anymore, he was more upset about the things that Sirius wrote before.

                Harry remembered what Hermione had said to him on the morning after his duel. 'She was right,' he thought to himself. 'I didn't think about anyone but myself. I didn't think about the Weasleys, or my parents, or Sirius, or her. All I cared about was evening the score with Malfoy. Ron was just an excuse for going.' He looked over the letter one more time. 'Ron and Hermione were right to dump me as their friend. I don't deserve to have any friends!'

                He turned the letter over and saw a PS there which really caught his eye. All it said was 'Happy Halloween', but to Harry it meant more than just that.

It brought back the memories of the Unicorn, and the task that he was given. To sneak out of school and go to a place called Memoritia. A place he knew nothing about.

                It only made him feel worse. Sirius wrote him telling him about not to go out of line anymore, and here he was about to break another very important school rule the very next day.

                Harry stayed up for many hours thinking about what he should do. He read the letter at least another ten times.

                "Alright," Harry said, after many hours of thinking. "I am going to do what I should've done a long time ago. I'm going to ask Dumbledore about Memoritia. Then, I'll decide what to do."

A/n- Sorry I had to break it up, but 'The sins of the fathers' was just WAY too long. Don't worry, I am almost finished with it. Believe me, it'll be a chapter you don't want to miss.