It was dark and quiet when they got to the Riddle House.

Harry and Sirius had flown there by broom (don't ask me how they did it! They just did!) They didn't see any lights on in the house and assumed that no one was inside.

"Alohamora," Harry whispered and the door creaked open on it's hinges. Harry winced and waited. He didn't hear anything, so he carefully stepped in. It was pitch black.

"Lumos," he whispered. He looked and around. Then he heard something in the room, "Nox," and the light went out. He stayed still and quiet, trying not to breath. Behind him Sirius paused, ears perked up. Harry heard something slither in front of him, a soft hissing noise.

Harry Potter…it hissed.

"Who's there?"

Fool, I'm a parselmouth…

"What are you doing here?" Harry hissed back at it.

I'm guarding this house, and you are an intruder!

Harry heard it slither and saw it whip at him.

"Impendimente!" The snake fell toward him in slow motion and Harry stepped out of the way.

"Incendio!" The snake caught on fire and Harry could see it illuminated in the darkness that it was 12 feet long . Harry shuddered to think of what might have if he had been slower to react. Harry watched it burn, writhing in pain. Horrible hissing noises came from it and Harry translated it.

Kill! Dark Lord! Intruder! Intruder! KILL! and then it was gone.

"We have to hurry," Harry whispered to Sirius, adrenalin pumping in his veins, and it was heard in his voice, "he's coming…"

"Lumos!" Harry said in a hushed, worried voice. He looked around, they appeared to be in a kitchen. He could see the trails on the floor in the thick dust where the snake had once slithered, and a set of foot prints and another odd track, too wide to be human or snake. It looked as if something had been dragged across the floor. Harry looked up, the foot steps led up a flight of stairs. He raced up it at the same time listening with all his might for any sound or movement. He followed the foot prints down corridors, up stairs, and stopped at a door way. Sirius started whimpering.

"Sirius?" he whispered, "Sirius what's wrong!"

It could only shiver in one place, but he scooted toward the door and started to nudge in franticly. Harry opened it and the dog disappeared. It became a white, thick smoke and flowed into the room and into the body laying in the middle of the rug on the floor. Sirius' body.

"Sirius!" he ran over and knelt down next to the body. It was ice cold. He shook Sirius, tapping him gently on the face, trying to revive him. "Sirius wake up!"


He heard movement down stairs. A door being crashed open. But that wasn't the first thing that told him that Voldemort was near, it was the prickling in his scar.

"Sirius!" he nudged him and when that didn't work he slapped him, hard, "Sirius!"


Nothing.

Only a red mark on his face signified that there was still blood running through him, he was still alive. That gave Harry new hope. But at the same time, he could hear the sound of running feet on the floor below him. Voldemort was very close.

Harry felt his scar starting to burn, then sear with pain. Harry though quick.

"Enervate!" he pointed his wand at Sirius.

Sirius' eyes shot open.

"Ow," Sirius clutched his face and looked at him. Sirius heard the steps, close. Only about 20 feet away. He did some quick thinking.

Sirius grabbed Harry's wand and pointed at the rug they were both crouching on, "Portus!" he yelled.

Just before everything around Harry went back, a dark clad figure burst into the room, Pettigrew and Lucius Malfoy behind him. The figure was yelling as it opened the door, pointing it's wand straight at Harry.

Harry's pain reached an increadible height.

"Avada Kedavra!"

All went black