A/N: No one's commented since I've posted the last chapter. Oh well. sigh I already said that I wasn't ficcing for reviews. Here ya go, enjoy.

Chapter 11:

Miranda blinked, a ray of sunlight shining in her eyes. She rubbed them, and then yawned. She looked over at Harry, who had a silly smile on his face. Thinking it was about time to get him to loosen up, she jumped on him.

Harry woke up with a start. A heavy weight had just landed on him.

"Morning!" Miranda said innocently.

Harry rubbed his eyes groggily and eyed this crazy girl. It's too early in the morning to be that happy, he groaned inwardly. What time is it? He lifted his wrist to see his watch. 6:48. "Miranda, there's still more time to catch a bit more sleep before we go find 'John Smith'."

Miranda rolled her eyes, then shrugged. "OK, but you better wake us up before people start to get suspicious."

He nodded, his eyes already starting to close.

Miranda muttered something under her breath.

Harry drifted back off to sleep, that image of Ginny once again appearing in his subconscious.

Harry woke up again, feeling the coldness of the bench under him. He looked over at Miranda, who was mumbling again.

"Janey… owls… don't want to go…"

Harry wondered, not for the first time, whether or not she COULD be a spy for Voldemort. There WAS that thing about the owls, after all. He had discovered that she was only 11, not really the kind of person you'd suspect HIM to use. But then the perfect position for her to be, where you least suspect it. He's not stupid, you know.

Harry looked down at his watch. 9:31! He jumped up from the bench, and leaned over to wake Miranda. He shook her gently, while she continued her incoherent mumbling. "Miranda," he whispered in her ear.

She rolled over onto her side, the hard wood poking her. She gave him a brief smile. "We going?"

He nodded, warily placing a kiss on her forehead. It seemed like the right thing to do, but his mind was yelling at him.

THINK ABOUT GINNY! YOU LOVE GINNY, NOT MIRANDA!

No matter what his mind was telling him, he pushed it all to the side. He stood up from where he was, crouched beside the bench. "I'm just going to go…" He gestured over to the toilets.

She nodded, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Yeah. Me too. I'll meet you out here."

They headed over to the toilet block together, separating to enter through the separate doors.

Harry unzipped his pants, when he heard a scream. MIRANDA! his mind yelled at him.

Forgetting to zip his pants back up, he ran out of the men's toilets and dashed into the ladies', not caring if there were other people in there.

"MIRANDA?" he yelled.

No reply.

"MIRANDA?" he yelled again.

Again, Harry got no reply.

Harry slapped his hand against his forehead, when all of a sudden he felt an all to familiar sear of pain from his scar. His hand now pressed against his forehead, he crouched to the ground. "Ahhhh…" he moaned, the pain becoming unbearable.

Not hearing him, two elderly ladies walked in.

"And my little grand daughter Gracie-" She paused, looking in the direction of her friend's dainty pointed finger. A look of alarm appeared upon her face, and the two ladies promptly left, muttering something about the indecency of young men these days.

Harry remained crouched on the ground. After so long of NOT feeling anything, this had come as a surprise to him. He wasn't sure what Voldemort was feeling, but he knew that it couldn't be good.

"What shall we do with her, Lucius?"

Harry gasped, then kept silent. Surely it couldn't be… Harry heard the sound of someone falling to the ground, and a young girl whimpering. MIRANDA!

"When HE'S not here, you're to address me as 'Master'. Understood?" There was no mistaking the voice of Lucius Malfoy, the Death Eater father of Harry's nemesis.

"Yes, M-Master," the other man stammered.

"Good."

There was a slight pause, while Lucius tried to think. His thoughts were interrupted by a,

"Let me go!"

Harry's head shot up. It was Miranda. He'd know her voice anywhere.

"Crucio!"

Harry felt his throat constrict as he heard Miranda scream as the curse hit her. He imagined her slumping to the ground, unconscious from the amount of pain.

"Take her to my mansion, and lock her in The Chamber."

The other man made a sound in his throat, as he noticed the threat in Lucius Malfoy's voice.

Harry head Mr. Malfoy's footsteps as they walked away from the toilet block. He let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. Then his mind sprang into action. Hermione will be able to find out about this 'chamber'- His mind stopped. He couldn't do that. Not now. They weren't here anymore. Correction: he wasn't there anymore. He didn't want them to do this in the first place. He couldn't go back on his word now.

Harry slumped against the wall, forgetting where he was. He knew where Malfoy Manor was at least. It was a start. But to find out what he really needed, he'd have to go back. Go back to the life that he had wanted to finish with for good.

Harry entered Diagon Alley. He headed straight for Gringotts, and whispered his vault number to the goblin, "687," and his name, "Harry Potter."

Recognition flashed on the goblins face, but he didn't say anything.

On reaching his vault, Harry took some gold, and then went first to Flourish & Blotts.

He searched through the shelves of books, his eyes finally resting on the one he wanted: An Inside Look of the Pure Life of a Pureblood. Harry opened the book, and skimmed through the pages, his eyes finally resting on a blueprint of the house. He quickly studied it, and found no secret chamber in it. He sighed, before putting the book back.

He knew now what he had to do. He had to go there himself, no matter WHAT the danger. His sole reason for leaving his best friends and Ginny, was so that people he loved didn't get hurt. And now they had taken Miranda.

But you don't love her! And it might be a trap!

Harry didn't care.

He headed off to Malfoy Manor.

A/N: Was that terrible???? I think it was.