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Chapter Twelve: Halloween Part Two

They came to on a hardwood floor. The house was silent except for the crackling of a large fire. The room lent itself to shadows, making Draco more wary of the eerie presence in the chair in front of him. Draco could not see who was in the high-backed chair, but he had a pretty good idea.

In a snakelike voice, Voldemort greeted his guests. "Hello Harry, Draco. So nice of you to join my little party." Peter Pettigrew edged his way through the open door. He kept shifting in place and rubbing his hands over one another.

Draco edged closer to Harry. "I thought that we couldn't apparate from Hogwarts."

Voldemort laughed at Draco's stupidity. "You did not apparate."

Harry looked at Voldemort coldly. "Then what are we doing here?"

"I have utilized the connection between our souls. You just happened to bring Lucius's son as well. All the better, my worst enemy and my heir."

Draco could hear Harry let out a small sigh of relief.

Sweat was starting to run down Harry's face. "So you're seeing our souls. You can't really harm us."

"I couldn't physically harm you, no, but there are other ways to hurt a person than by physical means."

"You can't harm us," Draco said. "My father talked to you this way many times. The most you can do is threaten us."

Voldmort's face twisted in anger. "Don't you dare speak back to me. Mudblood-loving, pathetic excuse for a wizard and a son! You owe me allegiance!"

"I owe you nothing for the pain you have caused me and my mother."

Harry put his arm in front of Draco to hold him back. "There's nothing you can accomplish by arguing with him, and who knows what he can do if you try to fight him. I don't want to see you end up like Cedric. I've got to bring you home to Hermione."

Harry stood up and turned to look at the only other exit from the room. He pulled Draco up. "Come on, we have to find out where we're at."

Draco followed Harry into a small hallway. It took his eyes some time to adjust to the darkness. Low light came in through large windows that spanned the length of the hall.

Suddenly Draco saw the hall in full color. He was running to the door at the end of the hall, trying to find his mother. Running. Running away from the dark man he had just left.

"Draco, are you all right?" The hand on his shoulder brought Draco back to reality.

"Yes, it's just that I've been here before."

"You have?" Harry's eyes were questioning.

"Bellatrix Lestrange, my aunt, this is her mansion. She had it built sometime before she was taken to Azkaban. Uncle Rodolphus left her with a rather large fortune."

Harry paled at the mention of Bellatrix. He swallowed hardly before saying, "Bellatrix, Sirius's cousin. I forgot that you were related to her...and to Sirius."

Draco nodded. "I don't like to remember much myself. I never really knew Sirius, just that he was my mother's cousin and a traitor to my father's cause. I figured I would always like to meet him, but I never got the chance."

Harry nodded with pursed lips.

They were at the end of the hallway and were facing a large door.

"Should we go through?" Harry asked.

Draco turned the doorknob. There was another hallway followed by a set of stairs. They found their way outside.

Draco stretched his arms in the cool night air. "I'm glad to be out of that house and able to catch a breath of fresh air."

"You aren't breathing, Draco," Harry said calmly.

Draco panicked and clawed at his dress robes.

"You spirit doesn't require air. It is almost like we're ghosts."

"Oh, right." Draco turned to look up at the building. "Yup, Bellatrix's place all right."

Harry turned back to the building and walked inside. Draco ran after Harry.

"What are you doing? Why would you want to come back in here? Voldemort is that way!"

"We need to find out why Voldemort brought us here, now that we know where here is. We have to report this to the Order."

Draco nodded. "Gotcha...What order?"

Harry shook his head and put his index finger over his mouth. Draco got the hint. They entered the fire-lit room in silence.

Voldemort turned back to Harry. "Have fun? You can't make your way back to Hogwarts; it's no use. You will have to stay here."

"What do you want from us, Voldemort? You didn't call us here to admire your chair."

"I will kill you, Harry. I may have lost the prophesy, but you will not survive long enough to use it against me! The number of my Death Eaters is growing by the minute. Soon there will be nothing you can do against my army.

"And Draco, you will learn to call me master. There is much in store for you, my heir." Voldemort started laughing.

Harry heard a gentle buzzing, as if someone was chanting. "Draco, hold onto my arm for a minute."

"You're not going crazy on me, are you?"

"No, Dumbledore is calling us back."

As soon as Draco touched Harry, they felt a tug at their hearts. Draco and Harry were lying on the floor next to the refreshments table.

Professor Dumbledore was leaning over Harry and Draco. "Come with me, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy." Both boys eased up. They followed Professor Dumbldore to his office.

Professor Dumbledore sat behind his desk, while Harry and Draco took the two seats in front of him. Fawkes landed on the back of Harry's chair.

"I'm sure we're all used to this by now. Draco, I'm going to have to ask you to keep all of this quiet—"

Just then Robert Douglass walked in. "Severus said that you might need me."

"Yes, I need you to contact the ministry at once, after Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy have finished. I'm sure that they will call in Aurors. Harry, you're used to explaining. I will let you start whenever you wish."

Harry related what had happened to him and Draco.

Professor Dumbledore turned to Draco. "Do you know why Voldemort called you his heir?"

Draco, shivering, answered that he did not know. Professor Dumbledore nodded in response. Lost in thought, Professor Dumbledore grabbed a piece of parchment and started scribbling furiously.

"I think that it's time you went to your common rooms now. Hermione and Ron will be wanting to know what happened," Professor Douglass instructed.

Harry and Draco left Professor Dumbledore's office.

"Maybe it was because you were there, but normally I get more information out of him," Harry noticed.

"Well what was I supposed to do? Bloody hell, I've been on your list of Death Eaters since we entered Hogwarts!"

Harry looked at Draco with a hurt expression on his face.

"Don't pay attention to me, Harry. Whenever I hear about Voldemort, my blood starts to boil. It's not your fault. I'm going to bed." Draco turned towards the Slytherin dungeons.

Harry was left to explain things to Hermione and Ron.