Draco, Lucas, and Harry arrived in a mansion. Carrying Harry, Lucas walked over to the dining table and seated him upright in a chair.

"Bandage-o!" cried Lucas.

All of a sudden, ropes and chains began to wrap themselves around Harry. Harry, now fully aware of what was happening, straightened up and prepared himself to be killed.

"Now Potter, I believe your run-in's with Voldemort are real now. He told me before he died. What a pitty... He didn't have to die. He just did it so someone stronger and more powerful could prance and pounce on you!" Draco said. "We are going to start with a series of questions. First, Harry, will you join me? Together, we can do great things."

"Never," said Harry, in almost a whisper.

"Okey, tell me, how can I locate Ron and Hermione?"

"No."

"Potter, you are as good as dead. You don't have much time left. Dumbledore's not here to save your behind now!"

"You shut your mouth you overexcited slug-guzzler!"

Harry and Draco both fell silent. No one wanted to speak. Harry wasn't going to give up without a fight.

"Dad, you may do the honors," began Draco. "I will get your wand."

When Lucas got his wand, he raised it to Harry and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry saw a jet of green light but felt nothing. He was shocked... Behind him stood Sirius. He had saved him...

Sirius helped untie Harry...