So all for one and one for all, do we ever wonder why. Though the reasons clear, this friend so dear was taken before his time. -Dropkick Murphys, Curse of the Falling Soul

The Fall of the Boy-Who-Lived

Chapter 6

The disappearance of Colin Creevey didn't go unnoticed at all. Everyone from teachers to students to ghosts was about the only conversation heard around the castle. Everyone wondered who would be next. Harry just wondered when they'd capture him.

Harry looked out onto the distance and saw the Quidditch Pitch, I wish I wasn't banned... wait... I might not be... I gotta ask Dumbledore! Harry thought as he walked down the slopping lawns on the first Saturday of the term. He wanted to relax by sitting down by the lawn. He finished his homework and was caught up in all of his classes.

He laid back deep in thought. How long before Voldemort gets me? Was his main thought...And forgetting about the time. When Harry opened his eyes there was a girl, probably in the first year standing over him.

"You're Harry Potter?" The girl asked.

"Er- Yeah... I am..." Harry said sitting up. "Who are you?"

"Bella Tonks, Nymphadora is my aunt... I'm a half... my dad is Nymphadora's oldest brother... He's really nice, a metamorphigi too... I wish I were one though... you know... It would come in handy some of the time. Nymphadora told me Sirius died... I'm sorry, he was really nice..." She cut off. Then looked at Harry, "You miss him don't you?"

"Yeah, but I know he's at a better place with my mum and dad," Harry replied simply.

"That's good. Anyways I came to give you something... my dad told me that Sirius was going to give this to you." She handed him a key, "It's the key to his Grigotts account," she explained.

"Oh," Harry said and took the key. He tucked it safely into his pocket.

***

When he returned to the common room neither Ron nor Hermione were there. He sat down across from the fire on one of the couches. Harry looked over to one of the tables and saw the Daily Prophet. It's main headline read:

The Fortress of the Shadows, back?

There were two reported people missing since the beginning of term at Hogwarts School, reports Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter. Colin Creevey, 16 and Josh Stalvy, 13 both pupils at Hogwarts were reported missing over the last couple of days.

Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, says this is the thing he feared. And that he will be sure that no other student will be captured.

Few students were able to comment, When asked who they thought would be next some responded Harry Potter, and others just plainly responded with a, "I don't know," or no comment.

Ronald Weasley, 16, who has been Harry Potter's best friend since the first year, didn't seem to be worried about loosing his best friend. When asked to comment, he simply said, "Harry has been through alot... and I know he wouldn't let You-Know-Who even try to get to him."

Theodore Nott, 16, thought Harry Potter would be next and he will end up dead.

Harry stopped reading, because his scar was throbbing. He felt hot breath on the back of his neck. He heard a cold voice, maybe Malfoy Sr.? Say, "Potter, you know how long I've been waiting for this?" The voice was too high to be Malfoy... Could it be Voldemort? No.... Harry said to himself Voldemort can't get near Hogwarts... But what if he could and Dumbledore was wrong? And plus the voice was higher then Voldemort's....

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry heard the voice say, Harry felt as if he was freezing. He fell hard onto his back. He looked up to see Wormtail, the murderer of Harry's father and mother standing above him.

"Wormtail, you dunder-head! You can't do anything right! Master said bring the boy to him in his normal state not petrified!" A cold female voice said... the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange. He saw her pull out her wand and wave it and the spell lifted and she pulled him to his feet. But she let him fall forward so that he could see the floor. And Harry couldn't do anything to prevent it.

Wormtail took a piece of cloth out of his pocket and gagged Harry with it. Someone pulled his shirt up and he felt a sharp needle go into his spine, his scar burst with even more pain. The pain in his spine resided, but the pain in his scar was so great that he couldn't see.

"Come on, Potter" Bellatrix said, quietly.

Harry would have said he'd rather die, but he couldn't say anything because of the material. Bellatrix pulled him toward the window, and then turned to Wormtail, "Did you bring the brooms?" She asked.

"Yeah, they're hidden in the Forbidden Forest," Wormtail replied. Bellatrix took her wand out and muttered "Accio Firebolts!" And there was a zooming sound. Followed by Wormtail and Bellatrix forcing him on the one in between the three brooms. Bellatrix climbed to his right and Wormtail his left.

Harry thought, what if he could pull off a Wroski Feint? Could he shake them off? He could try, he grabbed a hold of the broom handle and pushed it down, he was flying as fast as he could go, Bellatrix was behind him and gaining, Harry sped his broom faster, the ground was coming closer...! He was almost there... He heard Bellatrix yell, "Potter, are you crazy...?" He was at about 10 feet; Bellatrix was right behind him. Five... he pulled up and to his amazement Bellatrix did too.

Where could he go that he'd be safe? And then it hit him... Dumbledore's office...! Where was it though? He knew where Flitwick's was, Thirteenth window from the right on the west tower, could he risk it? ...Dumbledore's office was above his dormitory... Gryffindor tower... Where should he go? What if he flew to Grawp?

He turned and flew up at a seventy-five degree angle, he flew straight and he saw a wall of deatheaters waiting. Where'd they come from? Harry wondered. They were flying toward him, he took his right hand and pulled out the piece of material and threw it to the ground, and he flew straight down and then flew straight trying to get past the wall of Death-Eaters. About five of the deatheaters had their wands out and they cried, "Impedimenta!" And he flew backwards off of his broom and was falling, into coldness and misery. He felt the cold of a dementor, and felt the pain of hitting the ground at full force; he saw blood, his own blood, and millions of red stars blurring his vision.

"Dolohov, go and get the Dark Lord! Malfoy, Nott, Jugson, Rodolphus, Macnair, Avery, Rookwood, Snape make sure Potter stays conscious! Crabbe, Goyal, Rabastan, Wormtail, make sure no one is coming, and I'll make sure Potter won't pass out," she pointed the nose of the broom down and flew straight toward the ground. She landed next to Harry.

"Bellatrix, we can't - stop - the - bleeding! He's going to bleed to death if Dolohov doesn't hurry! Merlin's beard... I never saw such a bad wound; Dumbledore could save him... even if it means turning one of us in to the Minerstry. Dolohov won't be back for about an hour," Harry heard Snape say.

"Get him, Snape, but we'll be out of here and you'll be the one to die," Bellatrix said.

Snape nodded and then hurried to the castle, Bellatrix turned to Malfoy, "Does he have a pulse?" She asked him.

"Yes, but it's very slight," Malfoy said. Voldemort followed by Dolohov were walking up the slopping lawns. He stopped next to Harry and said in his cold voice, "give the boy some skele-grow, and stop the bleeding. I just need him to be alive for a few more months, so it doesn't matter if he's sick or not." He looked around as if sniffing the air and then said quietly, "Dumbledore."

There were about 20 tiny 'pop's' and then they were gone. Except for Bellatrix who was kneeling over the boy. Dumbledore came running over to them.

"Lestrange, back away from the boy!" Dumbledore said, furiously. And she did so. Dumbledore walked over to Harry and knelt down. He pulled out his wand and muttered something and the bleeding stopped.

"Lestrange, summon me a stretcher!" Dumbledore said while making sure Harry was still breathing. Bellatrix did so, and incredibly fast. The stretcher flew to Dumbledore and then he laid Harry on it.

"Aren't you going to save him...?" Bellatrix said so fast, her words seemed slurred.

"I've done all that I can do, the only thing I can do now is sit back and wait... and hope for the best. Harry will be fine, as for you; you are to stay in my office, until I figure out what to do with you."

"Fine," Bellatrix said not liking to be at the mercy of her foe.

***

"Harry Potter" said a voice that was far and yet close at the same time.

"I don't mean to be rude, or anything, but who are you?" Harry asked and then opened his eyes more and saw his dad. "Dad?"

"Yes, Harry. You must go back to your body... If you die one more time I can't allow you to go back to Earth. You must be careful. Right now your life signs are very weak, last time you were here they were great, you can make it..."

"My body's completely trashed. I fell off of a broom about 50 feet up onto my head." Harry said and he could feel dried blood on the back of his neck.

"Yes, you did. You're a great flyer; I watched all of your games. It wasn't your fault you fell, it was Dolohov's, but that doesn't matter... you have to go back now... We didn't give up our lives f0r a you to die at the age of 16," His dad walked over and touched his shoulder and then he felt a falling sensation. He hit the bottom of time and space and he saw he was back in his body, and the pain was underway once again.

"Ah..." Dumbledore said walking over to Harry. "You're awake, I'm afraid to say you almost died yet again. I need you to drink this;" he handed him a cup full of skele-grow. Harry took the cup and drank it.

"You should be fine, with rest," Dumbledore said. He looked deep in thought. "Voldemort doesn't want you dead at the moment. He was trying to save you, you know?"

"Only because he needed me for something... I heard them... talking..." Harry said quietly.

"Still Voldemort saved your life. You'd be dead now if it weren't for him."

"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Voldemort, if it weren't for him I'd still have my mum and dad." Harry tried to sit up but Dumbledore forced him back down.

"Harry now listen to me. I want you to get as much rest as you can, OK? I'm going to leave the room and I'm going to lock you in, no visitors. I will talk to Ron and Hermione and tell them what happened."

"Ok," Harry said weakly and then fell asleep once more.