N/A: Keep in mind that this is my first fan fiction and I wrote it in grade 7

Harry felt his scar burn even more.

"Owww!" mumbled Harry covering his scar with his hands like a bandage. He started to feel a rush of fear go through him.

All three of them saw a hooded figure draw nearer with Peter Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew? That could only mean one thing! It certainly was-

"-Voldemort," Harry muttered.

Luckily Harry learned how to properly duel in his 6th year and now he was prepared to fight Voldemort.

Voldemort and Pettigrew stopped ten feet in front of the three and Pettigrew started to shiver at the sight of them.

Hermione and Ron, still scared out of their wits, went to stand right beside Harry.

"What do we have here? Lucky me! This is going to be easier to kill you than I planned!" spoke Voldemort.

"Planned?" asked Harry cautiously.

"Well, my plan was for Colin Creevey (I put him under the Impirius curse) to cast the Flainctura curse on that Divination teacher so everyone would think it was one of her predictions. As most of the kids would be catching those green spots (I would cure Colin) I was hoping that there would be too many kids for one professor to take care of so that more teachers would be forced to help out. I would also send Dumbledore a fake letter telling him the Ministry of Magic needed him for something urgent so the path to you would be much easier. But it didn't work. That nurse was able to take care of it on her own and Dumbledore wasn't fooled. Turns out Dumbledore took extra precautions ever since the last time I sent him a fake letter.

"Plan "B" was for Colin to do a switching charm with a book I had written with an other one that was on the table in the Restricted Section. I cast a spell on your friend," he pointed to Hermione.

"So that she would go looking in there to try and find out what was going on with all the kids. I knew when you three found out what it was you would go straight to the nurse so she could cure it and new you'd get a detention when she'd find out you looked in the Restricted Section without permission. But she didn't ask where you got the information from. Luckily it was near lights out when you found out and you got caught! You got caught on your way back and got detention! I took a risk and hoped you would get detention in the Forbidden Forest well, I was right! And that big oaf's dog got loose and that leaves me and you! I'll say it again, this is going to be easier to kill you than I planned."

"Hagrid is not a big oaf," Harry spoke through clenched teeth. "And besides why would you want us to have our detention in here?"

"I wanted you to come to me."

"And why exactly would you be in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Well Potter, dragon blood. I decided to kill you with dragon blood. The Avadakadavra (at this Harry jumped) curse never seems to work on you any more, strangely enough, and it's the killing curse. I think when your mom died for you she gave you the strength to defy the curse though it still hurts you. Making you drink dragon blood will for sure do the trick. Of course there are twelve uses for it." Voldemort said bitterly while pulling out a jar of it from his cloak.

"How did you know we got caught, if you were in here all this time," Hermione squeaked. Of course it was only Hermione who would ponder these things.

Chuckling to himself wickedly, Voldemort answered, "I have many spies. The bugs that crawl on the wall, the germs that squirm on your skin. The mice that flee from my face and the lice that on you seem to cling. These are all my followers and my followers are death eaters. They are all Animagus'."

"Why aren't they here, ready to kill us," asked bravely Harry.

"Because I wanted to kill you personally."

Harry could feel the fear in both Hermione and Ron. Ron seemed to be shaking and Hermione looked pale as a ghost. Harry couldn't help feeling different, partly because his scar hurt so much, it was hard to think about anything else.

"Now Potter, any last words to your friends before I kill all three of you?"

"Yes actually," said Harry feeling a bit braver because of the advantage they had. 'Three against one,' he thought. 'As long as Peter doesn't help Voldemort I think we may be fine. Except for the fact that Voldemort has killed basically every one in his path. I can't put my friends in danger like this.'

Harry turned to his friends and made his decision, "On the count of three, you two run as fast as you can towards Hogwarts. Go and find Professor Dumbledore and tell him where I am. I don't want to put you guys in danger. Ron if you never see me again-"

"-Harry, we're not leaving you. Don't say your goodbyes yet," Ron cut off.

"Yeah. You can't kill Voldemort alone. We all have to do this together," said Hermione as her voice cracked.

"But-"

"Times up," Who will do the honours of dying first?" Voldemort's excitement clearly visible.

Harry nodded to his friends in gratitude.

"I - I will," said Harry trying not to think about his burning scar.

"Brave man, just like your father," chuckled Voldemort.

"Be careful Harry," Harry heard Hermione whisper.

Harry stopped thinking about his scar completely and realized it didn't hurt any more.

'Probably because I'm not thinking about the pain it's giving me,' he mumbled.

"Avada-" started Voldemort.

"-Decendreum," screamed Harry. Voldemorts wand flew out of his hand and into Harry's. Harry threw it to the ground and yelled, "Bradinca."

Voldemort flew ten feet into the air and dropped onto the ground.

He got up with fire in his eyes and yelled, "Embrum." His wand from the ground flew into his hands. Then shouted, "Zakzia".

Harry flew against a tree behind him and started choking. He felt like his throat was hanging him and his feet were on fire. Harry began to think that Voldemort's plan to kill him was probably to knock him out then feed the blood to him.

"Harry!" he could hear Ron and Hermione squeal but it sounded distant. He heard Ron's voice yelling, "Sagmuzar."

Harry knew that Sagmuzar would only make Voldemort fall flat on his face. Then he heard Hermione yell, "Mufflariar."

Harry suddenly started to fall and he didn't feel the choking or burning any more. Then he felt something soft under him. He opened his eyes and saw the forest coming into focus.

"Ron!" Hermione screamed. Harry got up and saw Hermione running over to Ron who was now on the ground and looked in a lot of pain.

"Ron," Harry mumbled.

He moved his eyes and saw Voldemort getting to his feet. Peter Pettigrew just stood there watching while nibbling at the sleeve of his shirt, like a true rat.

"Expenrialium," Harry bellowed. A blue light flew out of his wand and turned into an orb that headed right for Voldemort's knees. It hit the back of his knees and he fell over. The orb turned into glowing rope. The glowing rope glued Voldemort to the ground. He couldn't move.

Harry ran over to Ron.

"Ron! Are you ok? What happened?"

"Harry, Ron isn't moving," Hermione squeaked while tears were pouring out of her eyes.

Harry began to panic.

"Is he breathing?"

"No!"

"RON!" Harry screamed. "Wake up! Wake up!"

Harry shook Ron. Ron stayed limp. Harry checked his pulse and was relieved to find his heart was beating.

"There's something wrong with his breathing Hermione. Didn't you learn some spell to use if this kind of thing happens?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Well I do know something but I don't know if it will work. It's used to help muggles breath if they're choking," she replied wiping her tears.

"Just try it."

Hermione nodded and stuck her wand out and pointed it at Ron's throat.

"Respiras."

All of a sudden Ron started to breathe again.