Chapter: An unexpected rescue.

Harry had dismissed himself from dinner because he felt slightly hurt. It seemed his grandmother and Amber were keeping something from him, as if they didn't want to include him in their conversations. It made him realize that he was just a guest here, nothing more. A weapon they were going to train to defeat Voldemort. He stuck with that theory, knowing it wasn't true.

...Dream world...

"My faithful deatheaters, it's time to celebrate our victory," Harry felt pride swell up in his chest as he glanced around the cold chamber in glee. He watched all of his deatheaters squirm under his gaze, and loved the power he felt.

They followed his every order, and bled their every drop of blood for him. Harry knew he was in Voldemorts mind, and for once he didn't try to wake up. He was interested in seeing what Voldemort was happy about. "We have a valuable asset of Dumbledore's. We have a creature as our guest tonight, servants, and I'll especially enjoy watching you torture it."

There were howls and catcalls as a deatheater came in dragging something on a rope. Harry could feel his heart sinking as he watched a blooded-up figure get dragged into the chamber like some animal. Remus' expression was of calmness, but Harry could smell the fear that radiated off of the strong wolf.

Voldemort stepped off of his throne and walked across the hall as if he were a king, everyone parting to let their master through. Tom stopped in front of Remus, who was on his knees now, his breath ragged and his haunted eyes looking up into Voldemorts red ones, with hate. "V-V-Voldemort." He spat in distaste.

Some seemed amused by the display of hatred and chuckled. His chuckle seemed to make the room even colder, "I applaud you in your hatred," He mocked sarcastically. "That old-fool, Dumbledore, seems to not care whether you are gone our not. You're just like a piece of dirt at the bottom of his shoe."

The werewolf gritted his teeth in anger, his inner werewolf dying to get out. "Y-your n-nothing but-"

Voldemort cut him off, "A powerful lord who will some day rule the world," Not giving the werewolf any time to respond, he continued, motioning for a deatheater who had on a black robe with silver lining on the edges. Power seemed to radiate off this figure, and Harry mentally shuddered. "Silence, you are a sword master?"

The figure, whose name was silence, nodded, "Yes, I am, my Lord." He answered, almost whispering.

Riddle nodded with a smirk at Silence, and Harry could see the jealous looks Silence was getting from other Death Eaters present, "Teach him a lesson, Silence, teach him until he dies."

The last thing Harry remembered was falling. He didn't stop falling until he finally landed on a hard floor. Giving a grunt, he glanced with wide eyes at his clothes. He was wearing an emerald green robe. Trembling, he raised his right hand, and looked over the sword he was holding. It was the one he used in his second year.

"Hurry up, Si, we don't have all day." What shocked him more was when Tom called Silence Si. Shaking himself out of his trance, he ran forward and jumped out from the corner he was in. With his hood up he knew that Voldemort wouldn't recognize him, so he stepped forward in a fighting stance, suddenly knowing what to do.

Riddle turned to him in curiosity, "Who are you?" He demanded.

The emerald cloaked figure shook his head and then whispered, "I'm here to free Remus, I will fight for him." He suggested.

Si stepped forward, his sword held high, "You really wanna fight me," He said in a whisper, amusement in his voice, "It's whatever floats your boat."

Harry nodded, watching as Voldemort settle back, his red eyes piercing into his like knives, "Very well, Si, but I usually don't make these deals. You are very lucky I like to gamble."

Si nodded, getting in his fighting stance, and Harry following his lead. Without warning Harry attacked. He had no idea what made him do what he did next.

He swung his sword around gracefully. His opponent hurried their sword forward to block the coming attack. Harry stepped back and moved his sword around in circles, looking for a weakness so he could have the upper hand.

Without any warning, the black figure dropped down to his knees and swung his sword forward, plunging it into his opponent's stomach. The green figure was still, as if reality hadn't hit him yet, that he had not been stabbed, defeated.

Unexpectedly, the defeated opponent put his hands on his stomach, and golden light shined everywhere and a humming noise could be heard. With a chuckle, the green figure's stab wound was healed and he raised his sword, ready for another round. He thanked Amber for teaching him the new moon spell.

The black figure was still in shock, giving Harry the advantage, he launched his sword forward and plunged it unto his opponents chest. When he pulled it out, there was a deadly silence. Shaking, the green figure walked over to the werewolf that was still in awe and helped him up. That was the last thing he did before he and Remus were engulfed in a bright light.

...End of dream...

Harry woke up gasping in his bed and instantly remembered his dream. Shooting out of his bed, he ran down stairs, hoping Amber or Aunt Hellion was up. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, he felt his jaw drop. Remus was sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea, and two crazy witches were hovered over him. When they saw him walk in, all eyes descended on him, and he felt like running.

Turning to Remus, he whispered almost fearfully his name. The werewolf rose from his chair and ran to Harry and engulfed him in a bear-hug, "Thank-you, Harry."

Breaking off from the hug, the confused young man looked at Remus in question, "You mean, I really rescued you." He said in awe, but not question.

"Yes, Harry," Amber answered for the werewolf, "You did, even though it was quite unexpected, you did it. You might not remember, but an hour ago we heard a bang. When we went up to your room, Remus here, he was sprawled out on the floor and you were still in your bed snoring. We cleaned Remus and let him explain a couple of things to us."

"And now your going back to go to bed," His grandmother said sternly, but with a smile, "It has been a very weird week for you, young man. I suggest you take a nice nap, and we can discuss some arrangements in the morning."

Harry nodded and was surprised when he was pulled into a motherly hug. Amber playfully kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush and hurry up the stairs.

"Harry's going to be a great man, and a powerful one when he grows up." Remus predicted.

Aunt Hellion nodded, "Yes, he is, and I only hope I'm alive when that day comes."

...End of chapter 4...