A/N- Wow, it has been a long time. I apologize for the wait. I do however have an announcement to make. I am no longer writing this story. There will be a few chapters left but I have passed it on to a very good friend of mine, Lia Tween. I wrote about half of this chapter but then she took it and will write the rest. It will still be written with the same plot as I have planned and I will most likely write scenes for future chapters. Thank you for all the reviews for this story. I really love reviews and now I'm sure Lia will too. Thanks for sticking with this story. FINALLY here is the next chapter:

Amulet in Use

"Headmaster," Severus said hurriedly after he had said the password to the statue and barged his way through to the headmaster's office.

"Potter is gone."

"Severus, what are you talking about?" Dumbledore asked immediately setting down his quill.

"Just what I said. I was keeping watch of the boy. He was up to something. He-"

"Severus, contact the Order at once. Call an emergency meeting. Everyone needs to get here immediately. I must talk to Sutarts," Dumbledore said and swept out of the room through the back door.

Without anymore direction, Snape took out his Order contact pen and did as he was told.

He quickly grabbed his forearm with a shudder. He had to tell Dumbledore that his Dark Mark burned badly...

Harry couldn't get free from Draco's hold. He realized though that this was what he wanted really because now he could just get so much closer without even finding it. He didn't have to spend a long time finding his destination, instead, he would be taken there

immediately.

He was being levitated down the giant, dark halls. Draco looked back at

him once and smirked evilly. He was in disbelief that Potter could be such an idiot to come during a Deatheater meeting, and in his closet! Just about every Death Eater was down in the Dungeons and Draco had hold of Harry to give to them.

Harry didn't say anything. He couldn't, seeing as he had been silenced. Harry looked to see if his swords were in place. Thankfully they were. Those could be the only things that saved him. He also knew the amulet was hanging around his neck.

Crabbe and Goyle were digging their nails into Harry's body as they carried him, but he tried not to think about it. A very big task

was ahead him.

Harry's scar burned...

The Order set around an enlarged table in the meeting room of Professor Dumbledore's office. "We have to find him!" Remus announced, looking more troubled than ever before.

"Well that's obvious," someone replied.

"Well, we know where he is," Snape drawled.

"No Severus," Arthur said. "We know who he is with, not where he is."

"Wait, I thought Severus did know where Harry was," Remus noted.

Everyone turned to look at Snape who was sitting stiffly between Tonks

and Dumbledore. He nodded curtly. "He is at Malfoy manor."

"How did he get there?" Someone finally asked.

No one answered. Everyone just looked around waiting for someone else to provide an answer.

"Well, was he captured?" Kingsley asked.

"No, he was not captured. I do not think it is imperative to know now how exactly this happened. We will walk outside the castle grounds and apparate outside the Malfoy Manor at once." Dumbledore stood up and everyone quickly followed him to

the entrance hall.

Harry had no idea what the hell he was going to do. He should have planned this out! They were almost there; he could tell. Draco hadn't really said anything except "The Dark Lord will be pleasantly surprised." Harry tuned out the snickers of his cronies. There was

nothing he could do but wait until they had arrived.

His scar was starting to hurt more and more.

Draco, still levitating Harry, whispered something to a big cast iron door. Harry could hear whispers inside. His head felt like it would explode with pain.

The door swung completely open, the hinges creaking eerily, reminding

Harry of an old horror film from the seventies he'd seen once. The whispering immediately stopped and all eyes were suddenly focused on him. His head exploded in a fiery pain. Voldemort stood instantly from his throne, a malicious smile stretched across his snake-like skin. Harry cringed. "Well, well, young Draco, what have you brought me?"

There was Tom Riddle at the head of a big crowd sitting looking as hideous and disfiguring as ever before. Next to him on his side was Lucius Malfoy, and on the other, Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Everyone follow me!" Alastor yelled gruffly and the Order silently whisked further from the forest surrounding the Malfoy manor to the big house. As they reached it they hovered right outside the door. An onlooker would think they were waiting for the massive door to be answered.

"Headmaster, will you do the honors?" Tonks asked and everyone cleared the way without making a sound. With a swish of the wand the door clicked open. "Hurry," Albus told them all, "we must find the dungeons."

"Follow me," Severus said and led the way

Harry stood apprehensively in front of the crowd of Voldemort's minions. He wasn't entirely surprised to suddenly find ropes wrapped around his hands. He wasn't too concerned, however. He just knew he would be able to get out of them if he really needed to. He felt a strength he hadn't possessed before. A sharp nudge in the back propelled him forward and out of his thoughts. "Bring him to me," hissed Voldemort, stretching a gnarled hand out in front of himself.

Harry was stopped abruptly a few feet in front of the hideous figure

and spat. "Tom Riddle," Harry said dangerously.

"Potter, this is finally it. I have you."

"My Lord, it is the full moon," Lucius Malfoy said next to him.

"So it issss. How Mr. Potter," the snakelike creature hissed, "did you manage to...trick the moon?"

"Why, Tom, I can't very well trick the moon, seeing as it's not alive." Harry responded cheekily, biding his time until everything fell to plan.

"You dare mouth the Dark Lord!" Lucius Malfoy shouted, making to brandish his wand, but Voldemort settled him with a calm wave of the hand. The man seethed behind his mask, eyes flashing at Harry.

"If you want to play that way Potter," Voldemort hissed. "Why are you not a werewolf at the moment?"

"You mean, all your information on me hasn't informed you? My, my, my, it seems your inside workings has become rather lax." Harry snarled sarcastically as he mocking placed a hand to his cheek. He had to keep the time running.

"So much like a muggle you are, Potter," Voldemort snarled, his anger flaring a bit. "Withholding information, foolishly speaking when you shouldn't. I guess your 'great leader' never taught you when to hold your tongue. When to be wise...if that's possible, being the offspring of two simply idiotic people."

"If my parents were so stupid," Harry hissed, his own anger soaring with pulsing rage that pumped the strength in his limbs like a white hot fire. "Then how come they thrice defeated you, and why did my mother manage to fool you with an ancient spell of love? If you ask me Tom, you're just denying what's rightfully your title. Tom Riddle the Simply Idiotic Dark Lord."

The bellow that followed Harry's smart words was almost deafening to his ears and before he knew what was going on Voldemort had his wand on him, mouth forming the words of a curse.

Harry couldn't move! Damn, he couldn't move a bit! Even with his werewolf strength he couldn't move or talk. With a pang of worry he felt his swords start to slip.

"Bring him over-"

Draco and his friends quickly complied bringing Harry over. "Cowards!" Harry's mind screamed, "If I wasn't cursed to be still you'd never have the nerve to do this!"

He was propped against the wall and the three younger Death Eaters fell back and blended in.

"You're very foolish, Potter," Voldemort sneered, "to think you can defeat me. You, a little boy!"

Harry struggled a bit, still to no avail.

"I have power beyond your belief."

Harry knew well that the amulet would provide the aid he needed, and Voldemort had no idea.

Harry's mind frantically thought of a trillion ways to get Lestrange and Voldemort into the amulet, though none were realistic. He kept a steady eye about him for sudden movements, or any possible inspiration.

"I've heard that Potter has a secret, one he's not keen on me knowing…" Voldemort addressed the audience of Death Eaters, "but perhaps legilimency will give up this precious information. Information that could make Potter's breakdown so much easier," He grinned maliciously, and Harry could feel his mind being entered.

Using all of his energy he concentrated on one single thought. One thought he'd allow Voldemort to hear. "COWARD!" his mind screamed, again and again.

Voldemort pulled out, looking a bit amused. "Coward, am I?" He questioned, "Or am I merely being careful?"

Harry's face would have contorted with rage, but it was frozen still. Instead his eyes danced with fire as he planned his ideas with new vigor. He was going to get out of this. He was not going to lose.

A deadest look of determination settled on his face, and Voldemort chuckled. "No need for bitterness, Potter. I'm not going to fight you while you're paralyzed! That would be cowardice, as you have accused me."

Harry was released from his binds. "Lets play a little, first." Voldemort laughed as Harry glared at him spitefully.

The Death Eaters formed a circle around the two and they stood, wands at the ready. Facing each other. The two great wizards, each silently challenging the other to move.

Voldemort moved first, shifting to the right so he was blocking the door, should Harry attempt t escape. Harry easily countered the movement, stepping in time with his opponent, dancing the dance of death.

Outside the high windows, the full moon shone brightly, tracing the window pane onto the floor, and Harry found himself standing in a patch of moonlight. He looked up in horror as a beam of lunar energy shot towards him.

The Death Eater's watched in wonder as the bright light streaked towards their sworn enemy. It was aiming straight for him, and they could see the fear pulsing through him.

Harry closed his eyes and shielded his face with his arm, tense and waiting for the blow. But none came and he heard a collective gasp. He opened his eyes tentatively.

His amulet was hovering in front of him, soaking in all of the energy. With a zapping noise, it disappeared, and the amulet fell back against his neck. Warmth spread over his body followed by an odd tingling feeling. He felt as if his power were mounting, becoming stronger and stronger, filling him.

Throwing his arms outward, he let out a wild yell as his magic exploded, and he fell to the ground with exhaustion as it relented, getting up as soon as he could, not to be caught off guard.

The Death Eaters moved to attack him, but Voldemort stopped them. "What just happened?" He asked harshly. However he didn't get to finish the question.

Bellatrix yelled first. It was like a giant magnet, pulling her in, and she began to grab onto anything she could, but it didn't stop her. The amulet was dragging her in.

Voldemort yelled after her. "Stop it, you fools!" he yelled as he clawed frantically at the floor, trying to stop. The two struggled the whole way until the disappeared inside the amulet with a pop.

The Death eaters looked at each other, in a loss of what to do.

Harry noticed that he now had a clear exit out the door. If he could run fast enough, he could make it out and hide in the dungeons.

He mentally counted to three and began to sprint wildly for the door, when he heard a curse thrown from behind him.

He jumped to miss it, but tripped, sprawling forward and landing on his front. He got up quickly and whirled around to face his attacker, when he heard the now familiar collective gasp. He looked down.

The amulet had shattered. He looked up in shock, just as the Order burst through the door.

A/N- This chapter was betaed but not to the best of capability. Sorry for careless mistakes. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please do review. There should no longer be such a long amount of time between updates.

Thanks again to my dear friend, Lia Tween!

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