Chapter V

In Harry's room:

"Soooo....." Aly started awkwardly

"Sooooo......" Harry said nervously also.

"Do you get this feeling that something totally weird is going happen???????" Aly said suddenly.

Harry looked surprised at her random question. "Yeah, I know what you mean." he answered

Just when they started to lean in to each other, closer and closer, they closed their eyes and, the door slammed open. Aly automatically put on the cloak, and what seemed like Malfoy entered. Except, it barely seemed like him. He looked like his plain evil self but more...devilish. His eyes instead of a dusty brown had I likeness to red Harry thought. But more like a pink. And the only emotion shown on his face was a grin. Not a happy, 'come play with me' grin. The kind that sends you chills.

Aly was thinking this was quite stupid just sitting there with a cloak on her and Malfoy just standing there. Of course Aly could not see him well.

Harry was not scared just surprised is the word.

Malfoy started speaking in a voice not his own, "Yes it is I. Of course you know who I am. And Aly, I know you have read about me. " He said as he gestured to what seemed like an empty spot.

Aly thought, how does he know i'm here? I know Harry did not lie about the cloak, he showed me himself. And what does he mean by I read about him. Who is "I"? When suddenly it hit her. Voldemort. That's who it is. Aly whipped off Harry's cloak and said, "Yeah so what Voldemort. It is quite obvious what you are doing here. But sorry the bad guy thing just won't work for an old guy who possessed a younger stupider one."

Voldemort has heard all about this Aly and was quite ready for her smart mouth talking, and her magic.

Aly snapped her fingers to try and rid of the fool, but when she did so did Malfoy/Voldemort. It seemed to reverse the spell, and the spell that Aly had meant to do to Voldemort was to knock him out cold. Therefore Aly lay on the floor unconscious.

"Well what are you going to do now? At this time your physical body lay on the ground in a dungeon locked up. And Harry's not here to save you."

"Where is he!" screamed Aly

"Let's see in the typical villain place... a dungeon."

"What's with villains and dungeons anyway?" inquired Aly

"How do you think I know? I'm only here to guide you Aly."

"Then why are you called a trickster, if you really help people?"

"Excuse my Tortallan, but shut up. Why don't you go figure out what to do."

And just then Aly opened her eyes. And when she did she closed them again. She did not like this at all. She had been close to this type of predicament before. Actually almost any kind of trouble you could think of. But bow she had more important things to think about. Her throbbing head. It felt like her heart was in her ears. It was like hearing a never-ending drum play the same beat over and over again in your mind. And it was not comforting. She decided though to sit up. The throbbing started again quicker, and then slowed down, and her heart was now in its regular spot.

Well this is just dandy. Thought Aly in a sarcastic tone.

Let's see if a bit of magic will help me now. Aly snapped, and you could hear that "ching" that the lock snapped open. Geez, that was easy. Wait, to easy. Before strolling out the door, Aly snapped her fingers again; it revealed blue lasers protecting the metal surrounding the inner part of Aly's hellhole. It's like a never-ending chain of doors! Well of course Aly was prepared for anything, and just happened to have a mini pocket mirror. She set it up carefully between the translucent blue lines, keeping her from escape. The blue line reflected off the mirror, and bounced on to the walls. And to Aly's surprise there were no more doors. There was a guard, but a heavy set one at that. She could take him out no problem.

Aly pretended that she had no idea where she was, (which wasn't really stretching the truth) and that she somehow stumbled across the place.

"Um excuse me handsome?" she said to the quite hideous man

"I have seem to lost my way. I was... um... looking for another dungeon.... like a one with a boy in it.... do you think you could help me?" said Aly in the smoothest way she could

"Uh... uh... sure. It's uh down two corridors and to the right... ma'am." He replied

"Thanks so much." Aly said in again the smoothest way she could

"Welc... Welco... welcome." the man finally managed to get out.

Aly rushed down following the atrocious looking mans instructions, hoping that he was right. There she saw Harry shackled to the wall, hands up. Harry suddenly looked up, and his face seemed to brighten.

"Wow, they really got you up there well."

Harry just nodded gloomily.

"Aly be careful, you cant get these chains off me. Trust me I've tried. I've used every kind of magic I can and when I do it just seems to drain me of energy. This, blue spark appears, and I feel weaker."

"Nonsense let me try."

This was pretty stupid on Aly's behalf. Because Voldemort already knows Aly's type of magic. But she pressed on.

"Ok, lets see. What spell would be best...?" she mumbled to herself trying to work as quickly as possible.

"Oh alright. Here we go."

"Aly don't--" Harry tried to interrupt but it was too late.

Aly snapped her fingers, and a huge bolt of blue lightening, flew out from the shackles, and hit Aly so hard she flew back into the wall. You could imagine how much that would have hurt. There was a big THWACK as she hit the wall, and it made Harry grimace hard just hearing it. Aly lay there on the floor, unmoving.

Just then Malfoy/Voldemort entered. "Oh, how did I know that this little brat would escape? Good timing on my part I suppose. Well Harry I guess you can't do anything for yourself. You depend on girls for your help. You really are pathetic."

Harry didn't answer; he just spat right at Malfoy/Voldemort's face.

Voldemort wiped the spit away. "Oh well, you didn't expect me to play fair did you? Soon I will rightfully rule all the muggles, and your pathetic race. Maybe, potter I'll let you rot there till the end of your time. And her", he said as he gestured his head to Aly, "We'll let her die slowly also." He said as he picked up Aly's limp body.

Harry was left there alone, and bit his lip to keep from sobbing. He could not believe how this had happened so quickly. Just a few weeks ago Aly had been a new student. And soon she would... she would.... Harry could not bear to even think of it. It made him tremble. But Harry was angered by the words Voldemort had spoken to him. How he was pathetic. How he depended on a girl. And which leads to another problem. How was he supposed to kill Voldemorts's spirit without killing Malfoy? With that thought in mind Harry thought of just giving up, and dieing right then and there.