Sorry if it took some time to write this chapter. This week was my first week as a college freshman so I didn't have time to write a lot. This story is about to end though. Just a couple of chapters more. Read and Review!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

TRAPPED

Harry stepped into the old interior of Grimmauld place with a neutral expression. Sirius answered the door and ushered Harry inside. They exchanged smiles as they finally settled to the cold and dark dining table.

"so how are you holding up?" asked Sirius.

"Okay, I guess." answered Harry. "I still need to get used to not having Dumbledore around."

"Well then," said Sirius as he stood up and walked to the kitchen. "Lets have some dinner."

Harry knew that the food Sirius prepared may have poison or a spell that may kill him. He didn't know what to do at this point so he panicked. He tried to make a plan. He could say he ate already but, well why come to a dinner when he ate already. It may appear suspicious. He just sat there trying to think of a way to live after dinner.

Sirius soon came out of the kitchen with a platter full of pasta al pesto and muffins. They both sat and prepared to eat.

Hesitant to eat, Harry stared at the food. Moments later, he had an idea.

Harry scooped some food and placed it on Sirius's own plate. Sirius then ate some and as he did so, Harry was convinced that the food was fine. If Voldemort would eat the pasta himself, it was not toxic.

They talked and talked with Harry mindful of what he was saying. He was careful that he did not say anything that Voldemort can use against him.

Once dinner was over, Harry and Sirius went to the kitchen to clean the dishes.

"So Harry, any problems?" asked Sirius as he washed the plates.

"Oh, well." said Harry, not knowing what to say. "Hey, wait a minute. Why are we cleaning the dishes like this? We could just use a spell, right?"

"Oh. Well I don't have a wand as of now. Maybe I could just pass by Ollivanders tomorrow."

Harry took out his wand. "What was that spell to clean things? Mrs. Weasley always used that spell to clean dishes. Oh, I remember!"

Harry waved his wand on the pile of dishes and said "Scourgify" and they gleamed clean.

"Thank you." said Sirius. "Harry, I want to show you something. It's in my room."

Harry walked with Sirius to see what this something was. They walked down the hall and into the door of the room.

"Its inside. Go on." said Sirius as he stood outside the room. "Go"

Harry walked carefully into the room. As he did, he heard a thud. He spun back and saw Sirius smiling.

"Harry Potter, well well well." said Sirius as he stood outside the room. The entrance was now barred with magical bars. Harry was trapped.

"Hmm. I got you now" said Sirius as he stood outside the room. Suddenly, green light emanated from him and moments later, his skin began to slide from his body, revealing a pale, deep face with red, slit shaped eyes. It was Voldemort. On the floor, where his Sirius's skin fell on, was Sirius's dead body.

"You!" said Harry as he rushed to the bars that contained him. "I knew you were Voldemort all this time. I'm not stupid, you know. You will die"

"Oh." said the Dark Lord in a hissing voice. "Not stupid? Well clearly, stupid enough to walk into a trap. It is you who will die, not me. And by the way, there is on escape. Those bars that hold you in are charmed. They use this kind of magic in Azkaban so prisoners don't escape."

"I'll still escape."

"No dear. You can't disapparate here. I've put a charm on the room. I'll just leave you here for now." Voldemort them turned around and walked away, leaving Harry trapped and alone.

What Harry has but Voldemort has not was friends. Of course, when Hermione told Harry to attend Sirius's dinner invitation two nights ago, she knew there was a chance that the dinner might be a trap. She had planned for this and so, outside, she peeked into a window and knew that Harry was now trapped. She then disapparated into the night, appearing later at the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. She had to hurry. It was only a matter of time before Voldemort kills Harry.

The ministry interior was full of people leaving work and disapparating. Hermione ran to an empty elevator as a cool female voice began talking, asking for the floor which she wanted to go to.

"Vault of Archives" said Hermione. The elevator began to descend quickly. She waited for a minute or two, admiring the bronze finish of the newly remodeled Ministry of Magic.

The elevator stopped and opened, allowing Hermione to step out into a dark hall. No one was on the hall except for her. The walked across the corridor and stopped before a door with a plaque "Archives."

She grabbed the door knob and turned it. She then pushed the door and stepped inside the room.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE