A/N- Wow, can you believe it? I'm actually updating this fic again. Thank you all for your supportive reviews and patience. I hope you enjoy this chapter. The story will start wrapping up fairly soon. I am planning out a new story that I might start fairly soon. If you haven't check out Subdued Dependence and Tangle with Affliction. Thank you so much to shadowarwen for writing a lot of this chapter and for celebony for betaing. I needed a lot of help with this chapter but hopefully now I will be back into the flow of things. Please review as they are much appreciated. I hope everyone has a very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I would like to think of this as my gift to you all. Thank you everyone! Please review!

Speck of Dust

The night of the full moon approached. He made sure to get the supplies and then Harry carefully and quietly opened the large double doors, stepping out. He'd have to be extremely quiet if he wanted to make it out of here without anyone noticing. It was sheer luck that he had managed this far without being caught by one of the Professors. They had been on him like white on rice lately, with Snape thinking he'd been on the verge of running away. Idiots, the whole lot. Like he would ever run away, especially now.

He quickly sprinted across the lawn, robes pulled up to his knees to give him more room to run. 'So far, so good.' He thought to himself as he made it to the outskirts of the grounds belonging to Hogwarts. He came to a halt right in front of the gates. This was it, no turning back now. In a way, he wondered about his sanity, how he was daring to risk death just trying to make it to Malfoy Manor, to destroy Voldemort and hopefully get Bellatrix Lestrange too.

Stepping beyond the gates, he suddenly knew he had gone through the wards, feeling some sort of magical surge pass over him. He took a deep breath. He just hoped he didn't splinch himself in the process now. He wasn't exactly sure he would be able to Apparate to the right area without hitting the wards surrounding Malfoy Manor. And what if he did hit the wards? What then? Would he be propelled back to Hogwarts, be hurt, or would the wards be able to capture him right then and there? What he was about to do was beyond dangerous.

"Forget your doubts, Harry. You're the only one who can possibly do this, so just do it and hope for the best." He whispered to himself, and almost laughed at his own personal pep talk. "You're losing it, Harry. Just do it."

Taking another deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused on where he wanted to go. He had seen Malfoy Manor in a picture somewhere, so he had the layout of the place in his mind. Now, he just hoped he could make it there in one piece. He re-opened his eyes as an odd feeling overwhelmed him. Looking up into the sky, he saw as the clouds parted and the large silver moon was revealed in all its glory. He stared at it in awe before shaking himself. Standing there, he was shocked to realize that all of his senses had just become stronger...ten fold. He could hear the leaves blowing across the ground, even in the Forbidden Forest. There were whispers coming from inside the castle. He could see much farther ahead than he had been able to just moments before. It looked as if the shadows that had been hindering his sight before were now nearly invisible; he could see beyond the shadows. There were birds flying up just by the clouds, it was amazing. It was hard to tell at the moment, but he assumed his senses of touch and smell had also advanced, but there really wasn't anything to test it on at the moment. Anyway, he had a mission to complete.

With that dire thought in mind, he once more closed his eyes and concentrated on Malfoy Manor. This time, he had the feeling he wouldn't need to be as worried about splinching himself or something worse. His senses would help him. He Disapparated. The sight before him was beautiful. Lights of all colors were passing him by at lightening speed. He knew most of them were the signatures of other wizards that had gone this very route, or had passed through it themselves. He hadn't been able to see this before; it was just gorgeous.

Suddenly, Harry knew he was approaching the Manor and also that he needed to stop before the purplish-black light surrounding the massive castle-like structure engulfed him. Those were the wards.

He stopped himself and Apparated just beyond the frightening light that would have been disastrous to hit.

He was standing in the forest that enclosed the entire Malfoy property. He could see lights in the distance and knew it was the direction he needed to go. Pulling out his wand now that he was on enemy territory, he began the slow trek through the woods. He could tell with his newly attained senses that he was only about fifty feet away from the Manor. Using extreme caution, he made it to the edge of the forest without incident. Now, he just had to make it inside of the Manor.

Easier said than done,' he thought. Harry slowly crept out of the forest and crouched down towards the ground as he ran across the lawn. He felt like a secret agent or something, hiding behind any object big enough to conceal his small frame. He also felt like an idiot. If anyone saw him now, they'd probably laugh themselves to death. It really was quite amusing.

Finally, he reached the house, but how exactly was he supposed to get inside? That was the question. Undoubtedly, he'd trigger some kind of ward, which would also probably be very painful. Then he remembered. How could he have forgotten?

Closing his eyes, he focused on the wards surrounding the house and came to a rather surprising conclusion. The wards were completely down on the front door. What the hell was going on with that? He hoped the idiot man had just let them down to allow entrance to the Death Eaters, and Voldemort, of course. And also, who in their right mind would go through the front door, unless they knew the wards were down? Good question. But, he would.

He cautiously approached the front doors, well aware that he could be walking into a trap. But there was no other avenue of approach; this was the only way. He walked up the stairs, careful not to make too much noise, and pulled the handle. Somehow expecting a squeak, he was surprised when it soundlessly swung open.

He warily peered into the darkened entrance hall. No one was there; it almost seemed as if the place was deserted. But he knew they were here; it was time. The raven-haired boy took another deep breath and stepped into the lion's den, as he was beginning to think of it as. He closed the door behind him, not wanting to give anyone the heads up to his arrival.

The house was beautiful he had to admit it. His enhanced sight helped him to see in the darkness, and he could perceive an impressive staircase to his right. He couldn't imagine Lucius Malfoy holding a meeting in the dungeons, but he could be wrong. Deciding that the staircase was the best choice at the moment, he chose to search upstairs first.

He couldn't believe he was actually in the Malfoy manor! The wards were down and he had gotten in unseen. It almost seemed a little too unreal but he still needed to get to his destination. The house was silent. He felt like he was in a movie. He crept upstairs and saw dozens of wooden doors all giving off some sort of magic. He put his ear up to the first door and listened. He couldn't hear anything and he was trusting his senses this time. He moved on to the next door and heard nothing. There was a strange glow that was being given off. He heard nothing inside like the other two doors but thought he might as well use some of his Gryffindor bravery and investigate. He opened the door slowly and walked in. His hand was shaking slightly and checked to make sure he had on all the items that Sutarts had given him His wand was held at the ready for whatever was to come, he was ready.

When Harry walked in a bit further he saw that it had to be Draco's room. The room was lit up by candles lining the wall; the curio cabinet and dressers were cherry wood. The whole room looked like it had never been touched, not a speck of dust anywhere nor a crease in the bedspread. The curtains were thick velvet, the big two poster bed had the headboard of a green snake winding around the polls. It was intricately carved out of wood with the finest details. Harry had never seen such amazing woodwork. He really needed to get out of there. He was wasting time and time was precious

Harry was about to leave the room when he stiffened at a noise in the hall. Someone was coming. He pressed his ear to the door and heard Draco speaking in his familiar drawl to his two sidekicks. The voices were getting louder and Harry knew they were heading toward the room. He looked around frantically for a hiding spot, finding two doors on the farthest wall. He couldn't very well get caught now, not at this point. It was way too soon.

He picked the first door and opened it, making sure not to be very loud. It was a closet, thank Merlin it was a closet. Of course Draco had the biggest closet he had ever seen but nonetheless it was a good place to hide. Harry's heart was beating furiously. He was nervous. His whole plan was about to be sabotaged and if he was caught it would be the end. Lucius Malfoy would find out from Draco and be taken to Voldemort...Maybe that is what he wanted? Bad things could happen from that though. He had to decide this second. It was either be brought straight to his task or do it the hard way. As soon as he closed the door and crouched behind a large compartment in the closet he heard the trio of Slytherins come in. Harry thought he would throw up from fright.

"I can't believe they wouldn't let us stay for the meeting. If we are going to take the Dark Mark we might as well start going now," Harry heard Draco complain and then the bed creaked.

No one else said anything.

Why do you blokes have that expression? Don't tell me you don't actually want to be there. You're scared aren't you!" Malfoy sneered.

"Of course not Malfoy," Crabbe said at the same time that Goyle said, "No!"

Harry wished they would just get out. He would find another way of getting down in the dungeons. It just wouldn't work if he was caught!

"I know a way we can watch the meeting. I have a two way mirror that will show the dungeons," Malfoy said. Harry shifted and tucked his sword and other possessions behind his cloak. He heard footsteps. Malfoy was coming towards the closet! Harry held his wand out expecting the worst. The closet door opened and the candlelight glared in Harry's eyes.

"Potter? What the bloody hell are you doing here!"

Shit.

Before he got the chance to react he heard "Stupefy," and was stunned. How could he have not blocked Draco? Of all the) people there that night he had to go and ruin it with bloody Draco Malfoy and not Voldemort!

Shitshitshit!

A/N- A Wonderful Xmas present would be some reviews!