A/N: ShadowOfMoonlight hehehe! I'm mentioning you again! =) feel special-er? [I don't think that's a word… oh wellz!] I'm not gonna say anything yet about Harry's thing… though maybe this chappie will tell you a little more? =) Hope you like it! =)

Dianne, you're back! I'm in Australia, so our holidays ended at the end of July… =/ and our next ones are in October. Anyway, you've got some ideas that I haven't thought of… but I've already planned out my story. Sort of anyway… but they're really good ideas. I might think about the whole Snape thing… and yeah, I think I'm getting carried away with Miranda's character. I'm glad you like my overall thing of Harry running away. I wasn't sure whether people would go for it… but it looks like they have! =)

Harshi hey dude! =) hope you're feeling better! =)

Just a note to people wanting to see the three back together again: there's going to be some contact between them, but they won't actually SEE each other until the end… =/ sorry!

Chapter 13:

Harry stood outside Malfoy Manor. It had a sinister vibes coming from it. He felt a shiver up his spine, although it wasn't all that cold. Harry tugged the Invisibility Cloak around him, unsure whether it was covering all of him.

He'd been waiting for someone to come to the gate, or else he wouldn't be able to get past. It was coming to two o'clock in the afternoon, and he had waited there for a couple of days in a row. He had had no luck… until now.

A black Muggle car drove up to the driveway. Why do they need cars when they can just apparate, fly? Harry thought.

The tall gates opened, just wide enough and Harry saw his opportunity and slipped through, all the while hoping they didn't have some security spell to detect people like him. Intruders. Trespassers. As the gate closed behind him, Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he passed through without so much as a sound.

He looked up to the house. It loomed over him, evil oozing from it. Again, he shivered. He didn't want to be here, but he knew he had to save Miranda. There I go again. Playing the hero, when it's my fault she's in the situation she's in in the first place.

He took a deep breath, before walking closer to the house. He couldn't see much through the windows from here, but he could make out small shapes, walking around. Who knew who they were, or what they were doing.

Harry managed to walk up to a tree, couple of metres away from the front door. The car had already gone by now, the people had already entered. He had seen someone with dark hair exit the car and let himself through the door. Harry wasn't sure how he'd be able to get inside without being seen. He wasn't looking forward to duelling with any of the Death Eaters. Last time he did… Don't think about Sirius now. Focus on Miranda.

He crept around to the back of the house, and held his breath as the gardener walked past him. The gardener looked at him, as if he could see him, then shook his head, and walked on, watering as he walked.

Harry let out his breath, slowly. His pulse quickened as he realised that the gardener had left the door open. He crept through, and winced as the door moved slightly, creaking as it went. He stopped, waiting to see if anyone would come. No one came. He continued through what seemed to be the house elves' quarters. No one came in.

He left the quarters, and found himself in as huge kitchen. Here, there were house elves everywhere, preparing what seemed to be a feast. He knew he was going to have trouble getting through, but he seemed sure that most of these house elves might want to be set free. Might? More like would give anything to be set free from Malfoy. He gingerly peeled back his Cloak, and winced as the house elves gasped. He held up a finger or warning, before any of them spoke.

"You all know me, yes?"

They nodded dumbly.

"You all know Dobby?"

Again, they nodded.

"Do you want to be set free?"

For the third time, they nodded.

"Then wait quietly, while I do what I have to do. Pretend that I wasn't even here, ok?"

A small female house-elf stepped forward. She curtsied. "'Arry Potter, sir, we 'ouse elves would be 'appy to 'elp you in anyway we can."

Harry smiled. "Thanks… uh… What's your name?"

"Bella, sir."

"Thanks Bella."

Bella then turned to her fellow house elves. "'Urry up with the feast!"

Harry stopped her. "What's this feast?"

Bella rolled her eyes. "Mr. Malfoy sir, is always demanding a feast for dinner, no matter how little number of people are eating, 'Arry Potter sir."

Harry then asked her another question. "Bella, do you know if there is a chamber in the mansion?"

Bella shook her head. "No," she said, her voice wavering a little.

"Bella, I need to know."

She sighed and looked around her. "The passageway is 'idden by a suit of shiny metal," she said, whispering fearfully, then she got a kitchen pot and hit herself over the head, yelling out every time it hit her.

Harry panicked. "Sshhh… don't worry about it."

Bella stopped, rubbed her head and went back to her work, and Harry found the exit to the kitchen, and pulled the Invisibility Cloak back over him, before finding himself in the dining room.

He heard voiced coming from around the corner.

"And the girl?" There was no mistaking Lucius Malfoy's sinister voice.

"Sh-she's in th-the ch-chamber."

"Stop stuttering."

They had turned the corner, and the blonde, almost white, hair of Malfoy stood out. There was a man standing next to him, who Harry vaguely remembered as Jugson, a Death Eater who had fought at the Department of Mysteries.

Lucius Malfoy considered Jugson

Harry held his breath, as Lucius' icy gaze washed over him. He shivered. There was something about those eyes… Miranda's eyes?!?!? Harry had known that he recognised Miranda's eyes, and now, finally being able to place them, he wasn't sure that he wanted to know.

"Tonight, at midnight. We'll take her and the others to the Master and he will do what must be done."

Lucius and Jugson walked off, and Harry followed them, hoping that they wouldn't sense that he was there. While he was following the, it was only then that Harry realised that Lucius should be at Azkaban.

"Jugson, my son will be partaking in the ceremony tonight. Once he knows what it is, he may not want to carry it out. It is up to you to ensure that he does, and does not get away."

Jugson nodded, knowing better than to ask any questions, even though he knew that Draco should me at Hogwarts.

Harry heard Lucius mutter a spell over a suit of armour and a small door was revealed. They descended down a small staircase, and from where Harry was standing, he heard several voices, one which he distinctly recognised as Miranda's. He counted two other voices, which seemed very familiar, yet he couldn't place them. After being able to place Miranda's eyes, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to know who the voices belonged to.

"Get the two Aurors and take them first. I'll handle the girl."

Aurors? Harry thought.

"Malfoy," hissed the female voice.

Harry was waiting at the top of the staircase now, and Jugson came out, holding-

Tonks and Mad-Eye!

He was torn between two people who had helped in countless times over the years, or the girl that he was somewhat attracted to, no matter how young she was.

Lucius came up the stairs, carrying an unconscious Miranda.

Harry gasped, the clapped his hand over her mouth. Through the Cloak, he saw Malfoy turn to look around him, and then reach a hand out. Harry stumbled back, taking care not to make another noise. Lucius shook his head, and sneered, as if it was specially meant for Harry.

Harry followed closely behind, treading lightly on the ground. Muttering a quiet "Expelliarmus", Lucius' wand flew into his hand.

Lucius spun around. To his surprise, he found Harry standing there.

Tonks and Mad-Eye gasped.

"Potter," he spat.

A/N: How's that for a cliffie 'eh?