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Chapter Two

Walking to the kitchen Harry's brain was going over the pros and cons of going to Sirius's old home. He was still trying to decide what to do as he sat down at the table. He started to ponder on the pros and cons of staying at the Dursley's, when his uncle and cousin sat in their usual chairs (Dudley had to use two) nearly breaking them from their bulk.

Harry had a pounding headache by the time his Aunt put food on the table. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't the usual grape fruit in front of him, but egg's and bacon. He looked up to see his cousin stuffing his face as if he never had any food.

"Why aren't we eating grape fruit?" Harry ask tearing his eye's away of Dudley, it was amazing how much one person could eat in a minute, to look at his uncle.

"Because," his uncle said venomously, "Marge is coming in and we don't want her to think we are starving Dudley, besides he has lost five pounds." He turned to Dudley to give an encouraging smile.

"Five pounds," Harry's wide-eyed reply was, "He has been dieting for two years and he only lost five poun- wait, Aunt Marge is coming!"

"Yes, and you better behave yourself. If we have another incident like last time, well lets just say I won't envy you." Uncle Vernon shuddered at the memory of his sister blowing up like a balloon.

"Well, in that case," Harry said draining the last of his orange juice, "I'm leaving." Harry got up, "If you need me I'll be packing." Harry said walking out the door.

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Harry was sitting on his trunk having finished packing. He sent Hedwig with a letter to Ron, pleading for him to get some one to pick him up as soon as possible, as soon as he got in his room. Harry was reading Hogwarts a History, he got to chapter two when he heard a car pull up in the drive way and huge high heals coming up the walkway.

"Boy get down here and greet you Aunt!" Harry's uncle snarled.

Harry sighed while putting his book safely in his trunk. Half way down the stairs the doorbell rang. Harry sat on the stairs thinking that maybe if he was lucky no one will know he is missing.

"Where is the ungrateful little brat?" Marge spat.

"Boy! I told you to get down here."

"Of course," Harry mumbled, "how could I have thought that something will go my way for once." He grudgingly walked down the last few steps. Before he even got to the last stairs two suitcases were thrust into his arms.

"Take the gray one up to the guest room, and the green one to you room. Then come back down so we can eat dinner." Harry's uncle growled.

"Just eat with out me," Harry said walking up the stairs, "I'd rather starve."

"You are going to eat dinner like a normal person and like it!"

Harry walked to the guest room, "Okay, my uncle said to put the gray one in the guest room and the green one in my room." Harry stopped dead, who was sleeping in his room. Harry drooped the gray one and ran out of the guest room, after throwing the green suitcase in his own room he ran down the stairs. He skidded to a halt when he saw a boy with blonde hair holding the door to the kitchen open for Marge. Harry walked up to him.

"Excuse me," Harry said about to ask him his name but stopped when the boy turned around. They stared at each other for a few minutes' mouths wide open.

"Potter." The boy sneered.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked amazed. "What are you doing here?"

Malfoy grinned and ignored Harry and instead stuck his head in the kitchen. "Mr. Dursley would it be all right if I use your phone?"

"Of course." Came Harry's uncle's gruff reply.

"Malfoy you didn't answer me!" Harry said.

Like before Malfoy simply ignored Harry and went to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed a few numbers and stuck the phone to his ear. A few seconds later someone answered.

"Hello Jeffery, may I speak to my father?" Pause. "Hello Father? Tell the Dark Lord I know where Potter is." Pause. "Yes, I'm looking at him right now." Pause. "No, I am not joking." Pause. "Number 4 Privet Drive, London." Pause. "Okay, see you in a bit." Malfoy hung up then walked in to kitchen completely ignoring Harry.

Harry ran after him. Malfoy was sitting at the dinner table helping him self to some mashed potato's. Harry stopped beside him. "What the hell did you just do?" Harry yelled grabbing Malfoy's arm.

"Now just a minute young man," Uncle Vernon said standing up face slowly turning purple. "I will not tolerate you to speak to our guest like that."

"For six years the Dark Lord has been trying to find out where you go every summer, it's like you disappear from the face of the earth. Imagine how much I'll be awarded now that I can finally hand you to him." Malfoy said to Harry, ignoring Vernon.

Both Harry and Malfoy were oblivious to the stares they were getting from the Dursleys, nor did they care, they were too wrapped up in their battle with each other.

"Sorry to disappoint you," Harry snarled, "But I'm leaving. Bye." Harry turned to leave.

"Good luck." Malfoy snorted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry snapped.

"As soon as my father found out you were here he had the Dark Lord put a spell on this house so you can't leave."

Harry ran to the front door and opened the door. He smiled, Malfoy was bluffing. Harry took a step out and was thrown back in against the wall and slid down into a sitting position. Malfoy came out munching on a dinner roll.

He knelt down next to Harry, "You should have gave up a long time ago Potter, the Dark Lord always gets what he wants." Malfoy got up and walked back toward the kitchen door, "Oh, your relatives are petrified, the Dark Lord will kill them when he gets here."

Harry frowned and ran to the back door; maybe it was just the front door. Again Harry got slammed against the wall. An hour later Harry had his wand in his pocket and various bruises on his body. After trying every window in the house and having the same effect Harry gave up and went to get his wand, if Voldemort was coming he best be prepared. Harry collapsed on the couch after calling Malfoy a name that would make Mrs. Weasley gasp. Malfoy of course only grinned helping himself to a piece of pie.

Harry was still lying on the couch, when Ron, Remus Lupin, and Madeye Moody walked through the front door.

"Harry, are you alright?" Ron said seeing Harry on the couch and going over to him.

"Sure I'm fine, how are you Ron, how is life treating you?" Harry said dryly.

"Harry what's going on?" Lupin asked joining the conversation seeing how awful Harry looked, courtesy spending an hour being repeatedly slammed into the wall.

"I can't leave." Harry stated simply.

"Look mate," Ron said, "If this is about Sirius-"

"This isn't about him." Harry said cutting Ron off. "Look." Harry got up and walked to the front door. He took one step out the door and was thrown back in to the wall. "Damn, it's harder then the first time I tried that door." Harry said dusting drywall of his shoulder.

"Harry, what's going on, why can't you walk out the door?" Lupin asked, helping Harry up from the floor.

"Oh, because Voldemort put a spell on the house so I can't leave." Harry said collapsing on the couch once again.

"How does he know where you are, Harry?" Lupin said with an air of someone trying desperately to be patient.

"Draco Malfoy told his father who told Voldemort."

"But how does"

"He know that I'm here?" Harry finished for him. Lupin nodded. "Oh, he's in the kitchen watching T.V., how and why he is here I do not know, yet. I'm probably going to die in a few hours anyway, no point in being frightened of using magic, who cares if I'm expelled." Harry got up to go to the kitchen.

"Know wait right there, sunny." Mad Eye Moody said holding out his arm, cutting Harry off from the kitchen. "It's mine and Lupin's job to keep you safe. I'll talk to Draco." Mad Eye walked into the kitchen, a few minutes later walked out and sat on the couch next to Harry. "He left."

"Just like him," Ron snarled, when he knows he's in danger he runs away with his tail between his legs."

Harry gazed at Ron then sighed, "You guy's should leave, or at least Ron should leave, he doesn't need to see me die."

"I'm not leaving you!" Ron yelled out raged, "We'll find a way to get you out. Right?" He looked at Lupin.

"Voldemort put a spell on this house I don't know how to break it." Lupin said look sadly at Harry. "Moody any idea's?"

"I hate to say it but I'm at a lost." Moody growled.

"You people act like we already lost!" Ron yelled outraged throwing his arms around, "Can't we send a letter to Dumbledore or somebody."

"No," Lupin said. "Even if the owl isn't intercepted and it reaches Albus before Voldemort comes, I'm sure Voldemort created the spell so no one, not even Albus can break it."

"Well we have to do something!" Ron said desperately.

"Like what, Ron?" Lupin asked rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know can't you teach him a few spells or something?" Ron asked. "Who knows it might save his life."

Lupin looked thoughtful then turned to Harry who was silent through the whole conversation, "How about it are you willing to learn a few extra spells?"

Harry shrugged and stood up, "Sure, it might be fun. I highly doubt any of the spell's will help me but I'll go insane just sitting on the couch waiting to die."

"Want to help Moody?" Lupin asked getting his wand out of his pocket.

"You kidding," Moody grunted. "I was looking forward to teaching, but that damn imposter. This may be my only chance to share my knowledge with the youth of tomorrow."

Harry laughed finding that very ironic, the chances of him being alive tomorrow†Harry then wondered why he was so at ease with this whole situation, it probably was because his body has been put through so much fear, it can't be afraid any more.

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About an hour later Harry knew a few more curses and hex's. Lupin was just about to teach him the Sleeping spell; Lupin had said 'I'll don't believe this will work on Voldemort but on one of his Death Eaters, maybe.' Lupin opened his mouth about to recite the incantation when Voldemort and about 25 Death Eaters arrived.

"Harry, long time no see." Voldemort said.

Harry turned to look at Voldemort. "Hey Tom, killed any innocent Muggles lately?"