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Harry:

It had taken us less than an hour to decide what we were going to do about escaping. We found the vent trail on Packey's hand made map that was farthest from the large meeting rooms (which was the most likely nest for the death eaters.)

Me, Packey and Desire had other plans. When the others were safely out side we would give another haphazard plan a shot. What was the point in coming all the way down here to Tom Riddle's new hide out if we weren't even going to try and go after him?

"We are all going to die" Ron sighed climbing into the vent behind me.

"Someday" Packey smiled back at him "but not today."

"Well at least not all of us…" Desire whispered so quietly I swore I only herd her in my head.

It was dark and cramped in the shaft. My knees caught themselves repeatedly on loose nails and it was a strain to crawl in such a small space, but we managed. It grew lighter near the end and we soon reached the roof. Packey found two pieces of scrap metal and made them into portkeys. She gave the first to Ron and snuck the second into her pocket.

I had a strange feeling in me, like the world wasn't real. My hand touched the key with everyone else's but I could feel my hands. My stomach turned with guilt when Ron and Hermione vanished leaving us behind. I felt like I had betrayed them somehow, but I couldn't let them get hurt. This is my fight, not theirs. I don't know what part Desire and Packey play in this war, they are involved somehow. Besides I can't do this completely alone. Desire saluted the empty space where my friends had stood moments ago and we jumped back into the vent. Ron and Hermione are probably terrified.

When we found a fan room (big part of a vent with a fan in it) we stopped to perfect our checklist. "Ok… I would guess Riddle's hide out to be around here" Desire pointed to a large windowless room on the map "its at the back of the building, its big, its flashy, its dark… but just in case I'm wrong… Harry we are going to use your head as a radar."

I jumped "What? How?"

"You still have that Voldemort spidy sense right? The thing when your scar hurts?" Packey asked poking my forehead.

"I ya… I think so" I rubbed my disfigurement and sighed "what about it?"

They both smiled "just tell us when it hurts…"

"Got it…" then we filed out of the fan room and started the slow decline away from the roof. My stomach squeezed it's butterflies into my head and thinking about the suicidal mission we were on got hard. Generally it's a good thing I couldn't think… or else I might have cried.

Desire:

It was a stiff, rusty, uncared for little shaft, many times I had a suspicion that we were lucky it hadn't fallen apart yet, but it was all we had. I started counting the steps left until we reached the room to calm my burning nerves. 15, 14,13…

"So what are we doing once we find him?" Packey asked from the back of our little train. 12, 11, 10…

That question had been on my mind but hearing her say it made my head throb "How should I know?" I snapped. That shut her up. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…

"I can see the opening…it's dark looks like no one is home… Harry?" I stated glancing back for a second opinion.

"I don't feel a thing…maybe a little sting… but that's been there…" he replied scratching his scar. 4, 3, 2…and…1

It took a moment to unscrew the bolts on the cover, but before long we were standing straight in a dark room. I had been very careful to check the room before letting the others in. The most destruction with the least possible casualties… that was my training.

"Alright Harry You take left… Packey right… onward and upward men and women!" I was a nasty room with a horribly malicious air about it. Cold, dark and exceedingly spooky, it made my breath drift from my mouth frozen into little clouds.

I the very center of the wickedly spirited room was a white pedestal that stood out from the dreary surroundings like a sore thumb.

"Was' that?" Packey whispered from the right side of the room.

"Some kind of altar?" Harry responded with a shrug.

"Careful Kiddies…" I smirked as then creped closer to the strange dais. Harry was the first to reach the pedestal, he stared a the platform for a moment be fore reaching forward and tenderly raising the two items that rested on it.

"What are these?" he asked turning to me with what looked like a rusty are brace and a tarnished brass tiara.

"Looks like trash to me" Packey giggled, "But just in case…" she raised her wand to shrink the crappy armor and stashed it in Harry's pocket before being rewarded with an indignant "Hay!" from Harry. "If they want I they can't have it" she laughed winking at us.

"Ok but why my pockets?" Harry asked his eyebrow twitching slightly.

"You've got man pants!" Packey responded throwing up her hands as if I was obvious.

"Sooo?" Harry and I both questioned. (some times I really, REALLY worry about her mental health…)

Packey sighed and let her head fall into her hands "Man pants have bigger pockets!" she paused "Unless they are gay man pants…then they have NO pockets…good thing your not gay Harry… or are you?"

"Lord helps us… " Harry grumbled.

"I concur…" I shook my head and started walking back to the open vent.

"Okay homies were to next?" I pulled out the map as Packey finished replacing the vents door thingy. "What do you think Harry? You pick now…" He pondered for a moment before smiling timidly and shrugging. "Don't be silly… just guess…"

"Ok… how about there?" He asked pointing to a slightly smaller room about ten yards from where we sat.

"Nice man its got a fire place!" I grinned to reassure him , it worked.

"Ya he likes those doesn't he…" we laughed.

Harry:

Her smile gave me shivers, how can one person make me feel so safe when we are to far from it? I got to lead this time. We marched on through the cobwebs, which tangled in my hair and made it look like I was growing gray hairs, it was ironic because for the first time I my adolescent life I felt to young to have them.

When we reached the door Desire or (as Packey and I had come to call her) Dez worked her magic (not literally) on the vent and we carefully slid into the room. When I landed on all fours on the floor, a familiar sight that had haunted my dreams for almost two years greeted my eyes. The room before me closely resembled that of the Riddle house, everything from the moldy rugs to the moth eaten armchair facing the slowly dying fire. "Oh yuck" I mumbled jogging to catch up with Desire and Packey.

"Ya I never thought much of his taste either…" Desire laughed, holding my hand as if she knew what I had been dreaming and wanted me to stop being scared... it worked. "At least we know where the bastards den is… lucky for us he off somewhere else…"

"Bet you he is baking cupcakes…" Packey giggled as she bounced from wall to wall poking, prodding and occasionally stealing things.

"I'll take that bet…" I snorted when Packey pressed on the head of a snake on the wall and its mouth opened, shocking her so badly that she leapt at least four feet into the air and hid behind Desire. "Oh gerroff… pussy"

From somewhere behind us a gruff American voice called out "She's right to be scared Desire." All three of us wiped around to face the owner of this new voice, and we found him quickly. A tall muscular looking boy stood behind a set of steal bars, his strait brown hair was long and unkept, it hung in matted locks over his boyish blue eyes which were bent in worry as he gazed longingly at us. "Its been a long time girls…"

"A-Arias? I thought you…you can't be…" Desire sputtered as she stumbled forward reaching out for the boy.

Packey lurched out of shock and grabbed Desire pulling her away from the cage. "NO! Dez… its not him…Arias… well sweetie… he's dead isn't he…"

"Never mind that now Pack old friend… you need to get your skanky ass outa here be for moldy Lord of the farts comes to call…" The dirty boy winked at Packey and she dropped Desire to the floor and leapt over her fallen form to the cage.

"Arias??!! God! Your…God…Wow you're dirty!" She clung to Arias through the bars as Desire rose next to me; something strange was shinning in her eyes as she clutched her chest and started ahead.

"Hey honey buns aren't you going to say hi to me?" Arias laughed as Packey backed up looking at Desire with tears in her eyes.

I a split second Desire was in his arms tears rolling down her pale cheeks "I…You…I saw…" she cried pulling on his tattered shirt "I thought… its been years…how?"

"Shhh" he hushed her running a dirt smeared hand through her golden hair "I know I'm sorry I left you babe…I love you… now and forever… but you have to know…I'm never coming back…" I felt a ping of jealousy at the way he held her, and it only grew as he spoke, until those last words anyway.

"W-what do you mean?" She cried looking up at him "I'll break you out… right now! Please don't tell me no… I can't lose you again…"

"I'm so sorry Dee but you never found me… I belong to him now… I can't leave… listen… hay listen… if you see me out side of these walls… kill me ok?… I'm already lost to you… now go before he comes back… please… you can't help me …go… and D.R. …This is yours…" Arias tossed Desire a small sack and blew her a kiss When Packey started pulling her away. "Hay Potter!" He shouted setting his sites on me "Come here…" I walked closer to the cage a he smiled "can you do me a favor? See the snake Packey messed with… it opens this door… can you close the snakes mouth …I don't want sir snakes a lot to know you were here…" I nodded but before I could walk away from the poor man he grabbed my arm "and Harry… take care of those two for me?"

My heart was humbled, who ever this guy was, I wish I had met him before he was in this cage. "Of course" I replied "it would be an honor…" he nodded sadly and let go of my arm looking somber.

I pushed the mouth closed on the snake and just before Arias disappeared I herd Desire whisper "I'll never forget you." My heart ached from her words, because she loved him and some how that hurt me. Packey continued to cling to Desire as her face grew sober and her tears melted away. "Lets do as he says and stop screwing around before Voldemort gets back…" she stroked Packey's head and turned to say some thing to me.

For the second time in an hour we herd a voice from behind us, but this one I knew. "My, my, my! Harry Potter! You've just made my day!"

I turned slowly to come face to face with none other than Peter the worm tailed rat. "Peter…" I hissed "are you proud to know that you have killed another of your old boyhood friends… Serious is dead… because you ran away."

He filched slightly and I saw a streak of guilt rake his features "yes, I have herd… but you see Harry… prices… yes prices must be paid for my lord to rise… the grim is dead because he like your father was on the losing side."

I wanted to pounce on him, I wanted to tare his ugly fat body apart but Desire got there first she screamed foul insults as she leapt for him. In a rush of panic I saw him pull out his wand a shoot a curse into the air, that's when the world lost all reason.

Everything was red, the air was fire and every breath burned; I tried to move but with every movement I felt an invisible force cutting me, hurting me I was I can't even begin to explain. Blood rained from the sky. From some where in the distance I could hear Desire shout "It's the hells mouth spell…Get out of here…go shadow I don't know…I'll get Harry" Then I felt hands warm hands that held me close "its ok Harry… just hold on… that dirty bastard just spelled us… it'll be over soon."

I felt anger like nothing I had ever known bubbling under my skin. It rose and burst from my mouth in one word that said it all "WORMTAIL!!!" I could see myself killing him, I could feel it and I loved it, so with my last breath I raised my wand and screamed the curse that had started it all "ADVADA KEDAVRA!!!" and this time I meant it.