Draco and Harry came to the top of the stairs. Above them, was a trap door; they listened for any sound of movement or voices. Harry's scar hurt more than ever now that he was near Voldemort.

"Now, I wonder what's taking Potter so long," they heard Voldemort say.

"Get off me!" they heard Hermione yell.

Harry and Draco pushed open the trapdoor and climbed into the room.

"Ah, Harry Potter, so we meet one last time before you die," said Voldemort.

"Why did you take the Bolyjuice Potion?" asked Harry.

"Because if I was killed by a child, my servants would think I'm weak. So, I decided to wait until you were older. Also, I knew that if you thought I was dead, you would not become better with the sword. I, however, have been training everyday since then," Voldemort smirked and unsheathed Salazar Slytherin's sword. "I am more skilled than you are."

Harry gulped. It was true, he had thought that he had killed Voldemort, so didn't bother using Godric Gryffindor's sword again.

Draco saw Hermione when he came up. He went over to her and untied the ropes that bonded her to the chair.

"Be that as it may, I will not give up! You took everything away from me! One of your death-eaters killed Sirius! If I die, you will die with me! I will kill you!" growled Harry.

"You will, will you?" laughed Voldemrot. "We'll just see about that. This time, Dumbledore won't be here to save you."

"Dumbledore will always be here. As long as there are still people loyal to him, he will be here," said Harry.

"Oh, how very touching, but he's not here to help you physically," said Voldemort.

"But, he'll help me mentally," said Harry.

Voldemort hissed and charged at him, unsheathing his sword a foot from him. The sword cut Harry's chest and he flew back.

'He's fast,' thought Harry when he hit the wall. He looked down at his chest; the cut wasn't that deep.

Harry attacked, but everytime he did, he was blocked. Harry rarely blocked Voldemort's attacks. Voldemort was too good... By half an hour, Harry could barely stand. He was very beat up.

"Harry Potter, I will change our prophecy! I will kill off muggles and mudbloods!" laughed Voldemort.

"What do you think you are?" gasped Harry. "Your father was a muggle! I'm more wizard that you are!"

Voldemort glared at him. "You will die now Harry Potter." He hissed. Voldemort charged at Harry, sword straight out in front of him. The sword made contact just below Harry's chest.

"Harry!" Harry heard Hermione scream.

A/N: Well, there's chapter 10! I hope you like it! I know you just loved stopping at a very good part. .