Disclaimer: I hereby solemnly declare that the work of Beyblade and Harry Potter are not created by me, and I do not have permission to use the characters, and I am not making any profit from using these characters. There goes again the holy ritual of disclaimer.

AN: Waha! I am not getting enough reviews! I think the holiday season is one of the reasons, everyone is too busy vacationing! Hence the lack of reviews. LOL! Oh and please don't take me as an ungrateful, greedy child; I know I may sound like one, but really. Anyway, someone said about being confused last chapter. I am sorry, but there will be a lot more confusion before everything is wrapped up nice and tight (I think. Plot loopholes are existent in my story, I have to admit.) Anyway, just keep reading! And review! And update will be slower now that school starts.

Kai and Ray sprint down the hall like arrows released from a full bow, at a speed so fast that their figures are but a blur of shadows. They ran past a scientist in white lab coat, who raised his head in amazement but saw nothing, for the two had already turned a corner. It was not long before they stopped before a steel door.

"God, what security is it this time?" Kai muttered impatiently.

Ray threw him an amused look and answered, "Electronic combination lock. I don't think we can just crash in."

Kai strode towards the lock and said, "Let me have a shot."

He punched six numbers in a row, and waited. There was a low croaking sound as the system rejected the combination.

Ray rolled his eyes, "Please don't tell me you just entered your grandfather's birth date."

"Shut up." Kai growled. He typed two more sets of numbers before the machine gave a satisfied "beep" sound and the door slid open.

As they entered the room, all the lights automatically turned on, and the door slid closed noiselessly behind them. They were standing on a long, narrow balcony. The ceiling was only an arm's reach above them, but the bottom of the room was at least five floor's height beneath the balcony. It was a lofty area, with dark walls and dim yellow lights that cast about eeriness. The room was filled. They could a few military trucks on the floor. Standing near the wall, reaching towards the ceiling was a robotic suit that seemed to come from a sci-fi movie. Kai winced as his eyes landed on that monstrosity, for it was not much different from the one they fought against before the doorstep of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Hanging on thick chains from the ceiling were two small helicopters and a jet with dark colour and sleek lines, looking dangerous and stealthy even when it is hanging still.

"It is in times like this that I wished I actually paid attention in charm class." Kai murmured nonchalantly, staring at the massive machines before him.

Ray grinned, "Since you did not, I guess we will go about this the normal way."

Kai raised an eyebrow, "Which would be? Burn this place to the ground?"

"There is nothing for you to burn here, for now at least." Ray said with another grin, "But I have an idea."

With that he slowly drew a dagger. The blade was about six inches long, and very thin. Light flashed on the metal, creating a strange blue glow that made the blade look like a chip of ice.

"How... Primitive." Kai said in a flat voice, "I wonder what that can do against those machines in here."

"Do not underestimate the ancient art." Ray said simply.

He leaped over the balcony rail with a catlike grace, and landed on the back of the jet. It was a distance of at least five metres, but he made across so easily as if he was flying. Even Kai was amazed. Ray held up the dagger in his hand and sliced one of the chains that held the jet into two. He flashed Kai a smile and broke the other two chains as well. The jet plummeted down and a second later hit the floor with a thunderous noise. Even as it did so Ray leaped again, and this time landed on top of the helicopter. It was merely a few seconds later when the helicopter hit the floor as well, smashing two trucks beneath. And somehow, Ray was standing on the balcony again, the dagger still in hand, calmly watching the smouldering wreck beneath.

"Impressive." Kai murmured and brought his hand up.

He sent a stream of fire down the height of the room. The room was now full of fuel leaked from the ruined machines. At the first sign of a spark the air itself exploded, and the single stream of fire grew to a sheet of blinding flame full of pungent fume. The two of them quickly left the room and the door slid closed again firmly.

"Care to tell me what that little blade of yours is made off?" Kai asked, "It slicked through steel chains as if they were made of paper."

"Sorry, captain, that's national secret." Ray answered wryly and tucked the dagger away, "Come, we have to get to the control room and see if we can help chief do some hacking."

Kai clicked tongue mockingly and said nothing. The two of them turned and vanished down the grey corridors once more.

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It was a deadly silence deep inside the main computer room. Everyone was motionless, as if time itself had suddenly stopped. Harry felt his breath coming short. The tension alone is choking him. He saw Voldemort and Voltaire stood there rigidly, shock written all over their face. He stole a glance at the remaining Blade Breakers standing around him. They looked wooden and hollow, as if they are not real. Harry felt a coldness sneaking up his back and he shuddered.

"What is going on?" Suddenly Voltaire muttered with a strange glint in his eyes, then his voice rose sharply as he shouted hysterically, "Where did she go!"

He raised his hand and emptied a round of bullets into the group of children before him. Harry dropped on the floor in that precious second. He had been expecting this. The others, however, stood still. Bullets soared and past through them, and one by one they vanished, gone without a trace, until the moment when Harry was the only one remaining. There was more silence, more stillness. Harry could feel beads of sweat slowly trickling down his face. He couldn't understand this. After what seemed like the eternity, he heard a voice spoke.

"You are quite real, aren't you, Harry." It was Voldemort. He had walked a few steps closer towards Harry, scarlet eyes flashing, "You are here, I see, not like your little friends."

There was a pause, then he spoke again, with a vengeance, "I don't know what is going on, but I will find out." He raised his wand here, "After I can get rid of you for good."

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"How is it, Chief?" Ray asked, coming to stand beside the small boy.

They were in the control room, a small room with many switches sitting on the wall and a large computer. Kenny stood in front of the computer and was typing away furiously. Max and Tyson stood around him, with concerned expressions, but are unable to help.

"I just figured out how the network function." Kenny said, his eyes still glued to the computer screen, "All those switches here, one set controls all the important locations, the main computer room, the auxiliary computer rooms and the artillery room, and the other set controls everything else. We should be able to shut down the main computer and seal the room from here."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Tyson asked loudly, "We have to shut them in before they figure out and escape."

"No, not yet." Kenny answered forcefully, "We must activate the system on the computer first. Otherwise those switches will only kill us instead."

"Let's hurry then." Kai said in his cool, commanding voice, "We don't want those two down in the main computer room to catch up."

There were a few minutes of silence before Kenny cried out in exasperation, "I can't get in. There is no way to get into their system. Their security is just too strong!"

Then Ray spoke up, still in his smooth and calm voice, "Chief, why don't you try connect Dizzi with this computer and let her do it."

Kenny raised his head and answered, "Of course! I can't believe I didn't think of this before. Everything tonight is just getting in my head."

With that he took out a cord and connected his laptop with the large computer. The small laptop beeped and flashed as Dizzi promptly kicked into actions.

"You remember the expert as a last resort, huh, Chief?" Dizzi said smugly. Even in time like this she can't forget to gloat of mock, "But no worries, boys. This shouldn't take that long."

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"I will finish you up here and now." Voldemort said with a snarl, "And save myself all the troubles."

Slowly he lowered his wand. Harry didn't move. He was paralysed with fear and confusion, and he was vaguely aware of the machine guns sitting on the wall, aiming at his head. But suddenly there was a flash of light. It came from the silver bracelet that Shea gave him not long ago. For a second the faint light covered him, and then he saw the most extraordinary happening. Voldemort suddenly straightened, with a horrified expression on his face. He looked around, cursing under his breath.

"Where did that little rat go!" Harry heard the dark lord shout, as if unable to see him right under his nose.

Harry lay on the floor quietly, not daring to move an inch. After a few seconds he was certain that Voldemort can't see him, he begin to crawl away slowly. He was inching towards the elevator door, hoping to get out. He saw Voldemort pace around like a frustrated beast, eyes flashing and nostrils flaring. Voltaire walked up to him and talked to him urgently. Harry didn't hear what he said, for he hardly cared. His only worry now was to get to the elevator. It was looked so far to him, now that he was crawling on the floor not daring to breath too loud. Suddenly he saw both Voldemort and Voltaire heading towards the elevator door rapidly. Distraught, Harry cursed out loud. The two of them turned around abruptly and looked, wearing suspicious countenance. Silence again, but only for a few seconds. For the light suddenly went out, and another layer of steel slid shut in front of the elevator door. There was sound of clinking steel as all other doors that lead outside shut themselves and sealed the room. In the darkness Harry could glimpse a faint light from the computer screen in the other side of the room and he could hear the humming of the machine.

"Main computer room sealed and secured. Auxiliary computer rooms sealed and secured. Artillery room sealed and secured. The system is shut down. Water vaults will open in one minute. Count down starting now." The computer chimed with a flat, featureless voice only a machine could master.

"What is going on here!" Voldemort growled. There was panic in his voice.

Voltaire didn't answer first. There was only a shuffling of steps that betrayed fear and worry.

"Voltaire!" Voldemort raised his voice, "Tell me what is going on this second!"

"Some one shut down the system." Voltaire finally answered in a hollow voice.

"And that would mean?" Voldemort asked impatiently.

Voltaire continued his explanation in a strangely calm voice, "When I first built this complex, my geologists found many underground water reservoir around here. So I built water vaults and pipes connecting the reservoir to this building. It is intended that when I leave the country for good and I can just flood this whole building and no one will find a trace of evidence of my activities. It is designed that when the system is shut down the most important rooms will be sealed and flooded. It is happening now. This room is sealed so tight not a fly can escape, and the water is coming in quick."

"You fool!" Voldemort muttered.

"And you can't get out of here either." Voltaire said, "There is a charm here stopping people from---what do you call it again----apprate in and out of here, and no spell will work within the radius of twenty metres. And no, you can't tore that protection open, I personally made sure of that."

"Liar!" Voldemort snarled. There was a swirl of light, obviously him trying to cast a spell. But whatever it was, it seemed useless.

"I told you so." Voltaire said. He paused for a second, and then continued wistfully, "Such a shame we are going to die down here. I really wouldn't mind knowing how this happened."

There was more silence; finally Voldemort said in a slick, venomous voice, "It's really simple, why don't you ask Harry here? Harry Potter, I know you are here."

Harry was already motionless with fear, now those few words brought cold sweat on his back. There was pitch darkness, but Harry could feel the snarl on Voldemort's face.

Voldemort continued in that vehement voice, "You litter friends, Potter, really played the game well. They threw you down here as a bait, to fool the two of us, while they themselves trash everything in their sight. And at the end they decided simply to flood everything. Over and done, they took down the most terrible villain of both worlds single-handed. You think they need your help, Potter? Ha, such extraordinary stupidity. Those little friends of yours have enough firepower to burn this place 10 times over. They only want you as a little pawn to tie us down. Needless to say, you fell headlong for their trap. And now you will die with us down here. How unfortunate, but every victory has its prices. Ha! Haha!"

His laugh echoed in the emptiness, bitter and harsh. Harry didn't want to listen to him, but every one of his words burned into his brain. The thoughts swirled in his head and would not leave in peace. Was that true? Did the Blade Breakers only use him as a pawn on a chessboard? Suddenly the sound of rushing water disrupted his thoughts. Harry swallowed. It is over. It really matters not what happened now. He was going to die.