All right, here's the third chapter. Sorry for the wait. I have gotten over my writer's block (or so I hope) and I am currently working on the fifth chapter of this. So, I really hope that you enjoy this. Okay, now to my reviewers:

Athena: Glad you love the story. I aim to please. Well, I can't promise the revealing of the identity of the hooded person just yet. You might have to wait for it.

Sailor C: Thank you, glad you're enjoying the story. I wish I had a room like that, too. -sighs- One can always dream.

Rainbow: Teardrop Manor? You'll find out why it's called that later on. I think there's a reason, and if there isn't, I'll make one up and tell you, all right?

frozenfemale: Yes, I am quite mean. I've been told that a lot. Keep reading and you'll find out who it is. I will reveal the person before this story is over. I promise!

Lilolu: You talked to your crush and you two had a conversation? Yay! I'm glad for you! THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE HELP! THIS CHAPTER MAY NOT EVEN BE HERE WITHOUT YOU! Everyone, thank Lilolu! -applaudes- you And Sirius, you are mean. You should help a lady up. Big meanie!

Apple Blosom: Cool, if I ever need advice, I'll know who to come to. Yeah, I'm glad that I got good reviews, too. I would have hated to get flamed. My confidence level would have went way down. Don't worry about over-doing it. Reviews can never be overdone!

Gkey: Yeah, I agree. The Dursleys aren't worth it, but they were people. (Believe it or not!!) So it's in Harry's nature to be a little tore up about it. A little.

Okay, thanks, everyone, for the reviews. I really appreciate it. Now, on with the story!!!

The Underground

Green eyes opened and Harry looked around at the room he was in. His jaw dropped in disbelief. I'm at Hogwarts, he thought happily. Last night was all just a horrible dream.

"All just a dream," he sighed.

"I'm afraid not, Master Potter."

Harry whirled around to face the cloaked figure. His heart sank in his chest. Last night had really happened. Suddenly his knees were weak. He leaned against his bed for support.

"Who are you?" Harry wanted answers and he wanted them right then. Something was going on behind his back and he was going to know what it was. His temper was rising.

"That matters not," the figure said. "I am here to protect you. Now I suggest you rest. When darkness falls we shall be traveling again."

The figure turned to leave, but Harry caught their wrist in a strong grip. His hand shot up to the hood and clasping it firmly, he yanked it back. BANG!

The next thing that Harry was aware of was flat on his backside and his whole body was stinging. It felt as if lightening had just run through him. The cloaked figure was clutching the black hood around there head and a pair of blood-red eyes glared at Harry out of the hood's shadows.

"Do not do that again." The voice that now addressed Harry was a cold, harsh one. Chills ran up and down his spine. {You guys thought you were going to find out who that was, didn't you? evil smile}

Tension radiated around them. What was that person hiding, Harry wondered. Why wouldn't they take off that silly hood? {Wouldn't you like to know!} One way or another, he would find out what was under that hood. No matter how scary that was. Curiousity was calling and he just had to answer.

The red eyes faded and the person tilted their chin up slightly. The light that spilled in through the windows pierced the shadows of the hood and the delicate chin was exposed.

"Come with me, Master Potter." The calm, soft voice had returned. "Time is short. We must go before they come."

"All right," Harry grumbled. What was wrong with this person? They snatched him from the Dursleys--not that he wasn't greatful to be away from them, but they were dead now. And it was still all his fault, or at least it was to his mind--they dragged him here, scared him last night, threatened him this morning, and now they wanted him to come willingly? Well, considering that they knocked him flat in the blink of an eye and they did burn those Death Eaters, maybe it would be best just to go willingly. Who knew what they would do to him if he didn't.

Harry moved towards his trunk to pack up his pajamas that he had worn last night. A strong, pale hand lashed out and grabbed his wrist. He wheeled around to face the person.

"Do not bring your things."

With that, the hooded mystery person turned on their heel. As they spun, a long, slender, leather-clad leg appeared briefly before the cloak fell back in place. Harry shook his head slightly and followed the person.

They were walking through the dark house. Ancient, faded oil paintings of mysterious, pale, strangly dressed people stared back at him unblinkingly. These pictures, oddly, didn't move. After being in the wizarding world for a little over four years, Harry was suprised slightly by this. A huge, beautiful tapesty hung on one wall. Harry stopped to look at it.

It was of a huge coat of arms. The shield was divided into four sections, much like the Hogwarts crest. In the top left section was a blue teardrop. The top right section was devoted to two crossed, gold swords with shining blades. The bottom right corner held a large, green flame. And in the bottom left corner, a big red teardrop shone. To top it all off, a huge crown sat atop the shield and a giant red "M" was woven into the middle of it.

"The family crest," whispered a voice in his ear. Harry spun around to see hooded figure, their face turned towards the tapestry. Their voice had been slightly nostalgic.

"What," Harry said.

"My family crest," the person repeated. "This is a priceless heirloom. The teardrop, made of sapphires, represents the tears my family spilled of the years of their struggle. The two swords, made of gold and opals, represents the battles that we won to get our title. The green flame, made of emeralds, represents the fires of greed that nearly killed my family off. The drop of blood, made of rubies, represents. . ."

"Represents what," asked the curious Harry.

"Nevermind," the person said. "See the crown? It symoblizes our power over our people. It is made up gold strands. The 'M' is made of rubies."

"What does it stand for? The 'M', I mean."

"My family name. Moon."

Before Harry could question the person further, they turned down a long, dark hallway and stalked off. Harry quickly followed the person before they could melt into the shadows.

Harry was being lead down the long hallway and soon felt himself descending. He ran his hand along the dusty wood walls so he wouldn't lose his balance. Everything was growing cooler. The sound of dripping water rang in Harry's ears. Faintly, he could smell something. What was that smell? It was a dank, musty smell. Like old clothes that had been shut up in a dark, moist place for a long, long time.

The hand Harry had trailing along the wall was no longer touching wood. He could feel cool, smooth stone beneath his fingertips. His and the cloaked figure's footsteps echoed in the dark. Where was this person taking him?

WHAM! Harry ran straight into the cloaked figure who had stopped suddenly. The collision caused the figure to tumble foward. They rolled downhill, both caught up in the thick black cape. How long were the going to fall, Harry wondered. He felt one of his fists collide with something solid, the figure's mouth, and then something warm was running down his hand.

They hit the ground hard. The breath was knocked out of the both of them. The cloaked figure was laying ontop of Harry. This person doesn't weigh much at all, Harry thought to himself. He could feel them panting desperately for air. Howling laughter rang out around them.

Harry's first reaction was to pull out his wand. That's just what he did. He held it out in front of him but from his current postion, laying on the cold stone floor with a person ontop of him in pitch blackness, the wand wasn't much help.

"Put the wand down, Master Potter," said a masculine voice from somewhere near him. Laughter was evident in the voice. "There is no need for that. Let us help you up."

The cloaked figure was pulled off of him just as four strong hands grabbed his arms and hefted him to his feet. There was still laughing coming from around him.

"Light little thing, is he not, Claudette," teased the same male voice from before.

"That he is," said a different voice, this one feminine. "But he is very handsome." Harry's cheeks flushed a deep crimson at this.

"Look how he blushes," said yet another voice. More laughter. Wait a minute! How could these people see his face? Something was wrong here. . .

"Oh, someone turn on the lights down here," said the voice of the cloaked person. "The poor boy cannot see a thing! Gabriel, turn them on now!"

The lights flicked on without any further warning. Harry shut his eyes quickly, rubbing them against the brightness. His glasses had fallen on the floor. He picked them up, replaced them, then looked around. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the people around him. He couldn't believe it. This couldn't be true. He couldn't be standing in a room full of...

To Be Continued...