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The Fourth Potter

By: Emerald May

Chapter 28

Harry James Potter paced around the Gryffindor Common Room, his two best friends watching. "Where are they..?" He wondered out loud as he walked to the window, the full moon high above, reflecting off the lake. Remus Lupin was probably sleeping in his wolf form, the Wolfsbane potion keeping him from losing his mind to the curse.

"Harry, calm down… I'm sure they are fine…" Hermione said, biting her lip. Truth was, she didn't know if they were fine or not. And quite frankly, she didn't think they were. Ron nodded in agreement to Hermione's words.

It was obvious that Eriol's message hadn't traveled to the trio gang, for their presence was lacking the Hiirgaizawa Manor. Perhaps the letter had been intercepted by another force? More specifically, Voldemort and the evil that captured the ghosts?

"Maybe we should go back to Japan. Sakura isn't here in this school, and neither is Snape. Maybe they are already back at Japan?" Ron said, a bit hesitantly. Who knows where Snape was, but was he with Sakura? Was she in danger, or was she safe? Listening to Ron's words, Harry felt an ominous feeling over come him.

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore said that Malfoy had found a broken picture…" Harry said carefully, recalling the shattered picture in the Headmaster's cabinet. "But what does Malfoy have anything to do with this…?" He wondered, facing his friends. "Come on, we have to go ask him about it."

Ron pretended to be shocked, gagging. "Harry Potter, are you suggesting that we turn to the enemy for answers to our questions? I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be saying this; but you are out of your mind, Harry."

Hermione coughed, stifling a laugh. Harry smiled grimly. "Never though I'd live to see the day when I'd ask Malfoy about my sister. But there is always a first for everything, right?"

His friends nodded. The disappearance of the two Hogwarts residents was beyond the ranks of the wizardry authorities. The three of them would take matters into their own hands.

* * *

Draco was walking down the corridor he had found the broken portrait in. The dungeons were pretty much his territories, his place to rule and be looked up to. The rest of the bloody Slytherins should get that, his father being a respected member of Voldemort's dark circle.

He paused at the empty place on the wall, the surface clean where the portrait had covered it. He placed a palm on the cold stone, knowing that with that portrait and with the right password, a world beyond the barrier of the wall would be revealed. But what was behind it, was unknown.

"Malfoy!" His name was sounded throughout the corridor. Draco stiffened at the sound of his surname and nearly jumped out of his skin. He had not been expecting that. But when he saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron coming down the hallway, he relaxed, letting his sneer conceal his shock.

"What do you want, Potter? Was Japan too much for you to handle?" He leaned against the wall, watching them with steel-cold eyes.

"I think you know what we want," Ron said, ignoring the Slytherin's statement about Japan. Harry took over. "What do you know about Sakura's disappearance? Especially about this portrait?" He demanded.

Draco smirked. "Never thought I'd see this day. The infamous Harry Potter asking me for help." He chuckled as he turned away from them. "Sure, I'll help you… In a couple hundred years while I relish this moment."

Ron grabbed Draco's robe, turning him around, forcing his back against the wall. Ron was taller and stronger than Draco, so there wasn't much of a challenge right there. But this was the place in Hogwarts were Gryffindors are rarely seen, along with Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, unless attending class. Who knows what other things lurk down here. "Malfoy, answer his question."

Draco brushed his fingers aside. "Okay, okay, just get your filthy hands off my new robe. Father will not be pleased." His intentions were to belittle the Gryffindor… but the hands only tightened the hold on his robes, wrinkling it. And if that wasn't bad enough, Hermione and Harry had their wands out, aimed at Draco, ready to conjure a hex.

Harry waited, adding another statement. "You care for Sakura just a little, right? Or you wouldn't have reported it to Dumbledore." He couldn't believe he had to say that. Then it got him thinking, a Slytherin looking out for a Gryffindor? How ironic is that?

"Yes, I care about her because she was the only Gryffindor that didn't look down at me in scorn," He admitted.

Harry glared. "Okay, fine. But what was Dumbledore talking about Sakura being in the portrait?"

Draco turned away from Harry, facing the empty wall where the picture once was shining brightly. "Nobody knew that I was out on the night Professor Snape 'disappeared'," He began, waving his hand at Ron to keep him from interrupting him. "Well, I was taking one of my night strolls through the corridor when I heard Snape walking down the hall muttering and grumbling about something. Some idea must have sparked in that head of his."

"Get to the point, Malfoy," Hermione said annoyingly.

Draco glared at her, the word 'mudblood' running through his brain. But he said nothing except his story. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I jumped behind that gargoyle statue over there" –he pointed– "when I saw the portrait seeming to become fluid, and two people come out of the portrait. Must say, the shock on Snape's face was priceless." He said, smirking.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'two people'? Who else could have been with Sakura?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't know and quite frankly, I don't really care. You asked about Sakura, not about anyone else, therefore, I have no other information."

"Hm…" Hermione said thoughtfully. "Could that person have been the one to capture her?"

"No. Sakura seemed to be concern about the person. I would assume they were friends or companions of some sort," Draco said. Then he yawned. "Anyway, good luck finding your sister, Potter. If you need me, you know where to find me." He smirked his infamous sneer before stalking down the hallway, leaving the Gryffindors staring after him.

There would be no doubt about it that Gryffindor and Slytherin would come together to save a certain girl from a certain fate at a certain time. The time for battle was nearing steadily.

* * *

A dark figure laughed cruelly. "That fool thinks that Voldemort is plotting against him? Stupid muggle-loving fool…"

He turned away from the little pool of silvery water that showed Dumbledore and his thoughts about Voldemort threatening to cloak the world in darkness. He turned to a mass of silver, muttering a small incantation. A small portion separated from the rest, coming towards the figure. "Yes, Master?"

"I want you to head over to that Hiiragizawa residence. Take this vial and pour a drop of this potion onto the door. This way, merely I can get in… and no one can get out, regardless of their magic." He sneered.

His plan was underway, his world soon to be colliding with the Clow Secrets. "Now I can take my revenge out on that little girl, and claim the cards of my brother as my own." Desire had burned his heart into an ebony void, greed corrupting his once calm and reserved mind. And the mere thought of having the Clow Cards in his hands kept him alive… century after century.

"Now, be gone with you!" He commanded the ghost as it bowed, disappearing within a blink of an eye.

The sinister evil smirked again, a pale, bony hand running across the surface of the water, ripples flowing from the tip of each finger, growing larger and larger as they spaced out, mirroring his growing need for the cards.

The scene of Sakura sleeping so soundly in the guest room of Eriol's manor appeared before him. Throwing his head back, the figure laughed maliciously, triumphantly almost as he entered her dreams, luring her into his traps.

"Your cards will be mine…" He said softly. "As will your soul."

* * *

"Sakura… Sakura… Sakura…"

Her name was being repeated over and over again, continuously. And fear struck her heart as she whirled around, trying to detect the origin of the voice. "Who goes there?" She shouted, shakily.

There was nothing around her, nothing but swirls of black, white, and red. The colors were making her eyes water, unable to focus on anything but the swirls.

"Sakura… Sakura… Sakura…"

"Stop calling my name and show yourself!" She shouted again. Quite frankly, with her name being repeated many times over, she was beginning to hate her name. It does get weary hearing of it continuously.

"Sakura… Sakura… Sakura…"

She closed her eyes, her hands coming over to cover her ears, to block out the sound. "I can't hear you, I can't hear you!"

"Sakura… Sakura… Sakura…"

But alas, her name was now being sounded in her mind. She would not be able to escape it.

Sakura's eyes flew open as she ran at top speed, running in, through the colors that clouded her vision. There was nothing around her, nothing but air, air, and more air. But then, she seemed to have 'fallen' through the barrier of hues, for now the scene changed abruptly. Too sudden for her taste.

Identical twin boys ran around playfully throughout the fields of flowers, laughing gaily in pleasure. A small brown mutt chased their ankles, yipping happily. "Shao-Tzu! I'll race you to the temple!" One boy shouted, running fast, ahead of the other boy.

"Clow! Wait up!" Shao-Tzu yelled, thinking how highly unfair it was that he was able to get a head start.

However, in time, the boys made it to the temple, Clow, , of course, way ahead of him. "That wasn't fair, Clow! You had a head start!" Shao-Tzu whined.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does!"

"Why?"

"Because it just does!"

Clow rolled his eyes. "Oh alright then. I forfeit." He petted the little brown puppy, whose tail wagged furiously.

Shao-Tzu glared menacingly at his brother, his anger increasing. He got everything in life. Great marks on his school work. The ability to wield magic. Being able to tame wild animals to his bidding. To do everything, while Shao-Tzu was left in the dust. Not to mention his brother had that pendant around his neck that could transform into a magnificent staff. He got nothing. No guardian of the heavens ever thought to give him a staff. His envy for his brother grew. "I HATE YOU!" It just came out, he didn't have any control over it, it seemed.

Clow looked at his brother, whose face was flushed bright red, like a ripe cherry. Clow's face was cool, set, calm. "You are delirious, brother dear." Was all he said as he turned away from his brother, letting him flame.

Oh yes, Shao-Tzu was mad. Very mad. And he would have his revenge. His eyes bored into his brother's skull. Oh yes, he would seek revenge for the hardships of his life. His fists clenched tightly as he turned away. His time for revenge would come day. He was sure of it. And as he walked away… blueprints formed in his mind for his plan of attacks. A grin formed on his face, though it was cloaked with fury.

At age twelve, his greed began to oversee his better judgement. Forever.

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Author's Note: Another chapter has arrived! ^_^ Hope you all likes it!. Oh, and if "Shao-Tzu" means anything, gomenasai! In whatever language that might be from (thought my intention was for it to be Chinese), take no offense in what I did. It was merely to be a name. e_e Anyhoo, pleas read and review!

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