Chapter 15 - - - House of Memories

Voldemort sat in a chair by a roaring fire, "She is here."

Just then there was a small knock on the door. Voldemort waved his hand and the door opened. Wormtail was standing there holding onto a very confused Harry Potter.

"What should I do with the boy, sir?"

"Take him back to the room. Then go to your post. Follow the plan."

"Yes my lord," Wormtail bowed out dragging Harry behind.

"Well let's see what the little phoenix does, shall we Nagini?"

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'What is going on?' Harry thought to himself.

Wormtail was dragging him back into the room he was confined to just moments after he dragged him out to see Voldemort. Harry was thrust into the room. The door was closed but not locked. Harry laid there a few moments before it felt that it was safe to move. He walked to the door and was about to open it when it exploded in front of him. He drew his arms in front of his face.

Suddenly pain racked his body. His screams echoed in the darkness. The room spun before him and he felt the cold floor hitting his face. His ears were ringing, but he heard a soft gasp followed by quiet crying. He felt someone lift him up then all he saw was darkness.

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Michelle stood outside the door. She knew he felt her presence. He was cruel to bring them here. She tried to sort out all the different spells and enchantments to try and see if Harry was all right. She could not detect his essence. She stood there a moment longer.

"It's now or never I guess," Michelle said to herself.

She let out a deep breath and approached the door. Her hand reached out for the knob. She was about to twist the handle when the door opened by itself. She yanked her hand back a bit startled. She let out a deep breath and proceeded to enter.

The house was almost an exact replica of the way it was that night fifteen years ago. She wondered who had went through all of this trouble, certainly not the muggles in the town. Voldemort was planning something, she just did not know what.

The walls were covered with pictures. Michelle walked along them. Tiny people waved at her from the frames. This was definitely a magical house. She looked closely at the people in the pictures. She knew them. They were pictures of people who died in the service of the Order. There were pictures of Marlene McKinnon, Benji Fenwick, Edgar Bones, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, and Dorcas Meadows. There was a picture that reminded Michelle of Voldemort when he was still known as Tom Riddle, but older.

'It must be his father,' Michelle thought as he shook his head.

Michelle continued down the hall and saw another group of pictures. From these frames, the people that waved at her made her choke back tears. Lily, James, and Sirius smiled up at her looking carefree. There was also a picture of Cedric Diggory that was cut out of the newspaper. There were also two empty frames that hung above them. There were two names written on pieces of paper that were attached to the frames. Michelle reached for them and held back a cry. They read: Harry Potter: The Boy who Lived and Michelle Dumbledore: My Little Phoenix.

Michelle could not believe it. Voldemort was so sure of himself. Well she would surprise him. She would not be added to this wall of death and she prayed that Harry had not already.

A sound came from behind one of the doors. Michelle was suddenly overcome with a sense of dread. She sent out her magic to try and sense what was going on, but as it neared its target, it was blocked. Michelle knew now who was behind the door. It had to be Voldemort, it just had to be. She snuck up to the door, took a deep breath, and then blasted it open.

Wood flew inward and she saw a figure fall to the ground. The figure looked too small to belong to Voldemort though. Michelle walked closer and bent to see who it was. She gasped. It was Harry. Somehow Voldemort had tricked her. She started to cry as she shook him. Her heart broke when he would not wake up.

"Harry! Harry wake up! Come on Harry!" Michelle rocked back and forth as she held his body, tears streaming down her face and onto his robes.

She did not notice a shadow fall across the doorway.

"What have you done, my little phoenix? What have you done?"

Michelle's head shot up. She glared at the newcomer, "How dare you! How dare you! I hate you!"

"Now, now calm down little one. I didn't do anything, you did. Oh and by the way thank you for taking care of him for me."

"Voldemort this is low even for you," Michelle felt the energy building up inside of her. She was starting to lose control.

"Hey all's fair in love and war, as they say. Now about my other problem, you have caused me much pain and this only made up for part of it. Join me and your debt will be paid."

"What? What are you talking about?" she yelled, the power was beginning to consume her.

"You cost me some of my best servants."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything, my dear,"

Michelle carefully laid Harry down and stood up. She faced the Dark Lord, power radiating from her. Her once blue eyes, burned with fire.

"You speak in riddles, but your words have no power over me. I will not just sit there while you kill everyone that I love."

Voldemort was taken back by this sudden outburst, but quickly recovered. "I may have underestimated you, but I will enjoy watching you beg when I'm through."

"No, you will be the one begging," the fire burned in her eyes and its heat pulsed through her veins.

Voldemort whipped out his wand, "Avada . . ."

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AN: Sorry it has taken so long. I've been busy with school and work. I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to give you guys something before you forgot about me. Please review. If you do, the next chapter will be out sooner.

Love ya,

KoKo Belle