Harry was lifted off his feet and flew into the back wall, smashing grandly and making another huge bruise on the back of his head. If he really had the power to defeat the Dark Lord, he sure wasn't feeling it now.

Harry was lifted off the ground again before he'd even stood up and was tossed to other side of the room, where he vaguely realized he knocked over Elyse.

"C'mon, Harry," Elyse said, sitting up after her fall. "You can--AAAAARRRRRGGGGG!"

Crabbe had just sat on her.

Harry was thrown upward again and crashed into one of the broken glass cages. Harry had learned long before now that Katie was out of her cage, and raging. She, Elyse, Heather, Ron, and Hermione, who had been brought up from the pit before hitting the bottom by Heather, were trying to hold off the Death Eaters. This task wasn't as simple as they had thought it would be.

"Potter, this is too easy. Aren't you supposed to pose a threat of some kind? Was that not why I went after you that cold night nearly seventeen years ago?" Voldemort chided.

"You went after me because you have bad reporters," Harry said, slowly standing up. What spell could he use against the Dark Lord, who, as Dumbledore had said, probably had the most extensive knowledge of magic alive?

"Hm." Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry felt himself lifted up against his will and flying toward Voldemort. Voldemort forced Harry to look at the battle that was going on around them, particularly toward Katie, who was now bashing the head in of Avery. "What would you do without her? Would you kill yourself? Would you go on a mad search for her murderer? Would you go on in the illusion that you could murder me?"

"The difference is that it's not an illusion," Harry said, struggling to get out of Voldemort's spell.

"You have yet to prove it," Voldemort sneered.

Harry smirked slightly as a new power surged through him. "Watch me."

Harry spun around and out of Voldemort's reach, out of his spell. Voldemort looked amazed for a moment, then put on a glare so fierce Harry could've sworn he saw fire in Voldemort's eyes.

Voldemort smirked, regaining his usual evil composure. "I'm watching."

"Watch this. Stupefy!" Harry shouted.

Voldemort disappeared and the spell flew toward the cave wall, hitting it and leaving a slightly scorched mark where it had landed.

"Gotcha!" Someone's cold arm grasped around Harry's throat.

"No… you… don't!" Harry grabbed the arm and wrenched it from his throat, racing away to catch his breath.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted the spell with a look already showing victory.

Harry ran to the side of the spell, it missing him by less than an inch. He was tired of this, always trying to beat Voldemort, but hardly sure he could. Voldemort knew the Killing Curse, and so many others Harry certainly wasn't prepared to use. It was time to play by his rules.

"Legilimens!"

Harry's spell flew at Voldemort and hit him before Voldemort had reacted.

A reel of images flew into Harry's head, few more than a rush of color. An owl was flying through an open window, flying toward an eleven year old boy, crying in his lumpy old bed…. The same boy hardly any older was sitting on the Hogwarts Express, his eyes open wide in excitement, yet peering around as if in search for a victim…. Tom Riddle was dancing with a pretty, dark-haired girl to a slow waltz with others around him doing the same…. A soft hiss was spoken and the Chamber of Secrets opened to Tom Riddle again, hopefully to kill this time….

"Protego!"

Harry's own memories were being reeled before him. Lily Potter was in front of him, pleading desperately with Voldemort to let Harry live…. Harry was at the hut-on-the-rock with Hagrid, knowing for the first time that he was a wizard…. Harry was staring as the words TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE became I AM LORD VOLDEMORT…. Harry was at the Quidditch World Cup, watching people panic, four muggles seen floating in the distance…. Harry saw Sirius fall, the surprise on his godfather's face unmistakable….

"NO!" Harry shouted, backing away the from memories. "NO, NO, NO!"

"You are allowing me access to memories you fear, handing me weapons!" Snape was right, and Harry had just given Voldemort one of the worst weapons of all, one of the memories he feared the most.

"Oh… what was that, Potter?" Voldemort hissed. "Not your dear, beloved godfather? I've killed many people in my lifetime, Potter; I know the look of the dead well. Maybe you'd like to meet Bellatrix again. I'd love to see the reunion…."

"SHUT UP!" Harry screamed.

"Poor old Black… that look is the one of which someone has when the Killing Curse has hit them. The look of utter surprise… oh, how I love to see that face…."

"SHUT UP, OR I'LL START TALKING ABOUT THAT GIRL I SAW!"

"You don't even know who she is," Voldemort said calmly. "You have little you can say about her."

"I have a lot more than you think," Harry said, calming himself. "Ten galleons says it's Sarah, and another ten says that that word you hate--love--is something you've experienced!"

Voldemort was unnervingly quiet.

"My lord!" A Death Eater Harry vaguely recognized as Jugson rushed into the room. "He is here! I saw him just beyond the cave!"

"How many are with him?" Voldemort asked, turning away from Harry with a disturbed look on his face.

"Three, four including him," Jugson replied. "One is Snape."

"Severus…" Voldemort whispered. "We still need him as our insider. I want him stunned so he can't be blamed as not helping them, and no one thinks of him as a double-crosser. Grab Lucius and Bella, and the four of us will meet them."

Jugson nodded once and quickly went about the room to inform Lucius and Bellatrix of the news.

"Potter, I must go," Voldemort said. "The fool is here, and I really can't stay, though I would love to. I'll just ask the spy to finish you off, or at least bound you here until Dumbledore is dead. Goodbye."

He rushed out of the room with Jugson, Lucius, and Bellatrix at his side before Harry could say another word.

"The spy?" Harry whispered to himself.

Harry was hit hard upside the head.

"Sorry, Potter, but the spy isn't ready. I was asked to come in instead, and I was only too delighted…."

Harry staggered up. "Malfoy?"

"Who's it look like?" Draco Malfoy asked. "Pinocchio?"

"I guess you inherited Snape's nose from being around him so much," Harry remarked.

"Watch it, Potter," Malfoy said coolly. "You're outnumbered here."

"By people, for now. By power, we've always been up."

"Is that so?" Malfoy asked, taking another swipe at him.

"Yes, it is," Harry said. "Because you see, outnumbered as we may be, we still manage to come to each other's rescue."

Harry ducked as Hermione kicked Malfoy. She flipped her hair out of her eyes. Harry only just noticed how messy it looked, not being kept up for so long. "You can learn a lot from them, you know," Hermione remarked as she hurried back toward Ron, who was biting Macnair in an effort to get him to drop his wand.

Malfoy staggered upward. "Filthy mudblood…"

"Oh, give it a rest, Malfoy," Harry said, rolling his eyes and taking out his wand. "Just because she's better than you--"

"No one's better than me, Potter!" Malfoy snarled, straightening. "I serve the greatest of them all; no one can beat me while he is on my side."

"Watch me." Harry smirked.

"I'll teach you to mess with the Dark Lord, Potter!" Malfoy said, whipping out his wand, Harry allowing his to drift through his hand leisurely. "Crucio!"

Harry didn't move. Malfoy's anger caused his aim to be extremely poor. The spell meant to hit Harry came closer to hitting Rookwood five feet away.

"Malfoy, come on!" Harry complained. "Is this a duel between you and me or you and Rookwood? Not betraying the Dark Lord are you?"

"Never!" Malfoy exclaimed. "He is my Lord and I would never betray him!"

"Stop firing at fellow followers then and HIT ME!" Harry tantalized.

"Imperio!" Malfoy yelled.

This spell flew directly at Harry, just what he'd been waiting for. Harry fell forward to the ground on his stomach and pointed his wand at Malfoy as the spell flew over him, leaving a black spot where it hit the wall behind. "Stupefy!"

Malfoy would've seen a gleaming red light before he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Harry got up, dusted himself off, and looked around. Theodore Nott and Crabbe and Goyle Jr., who all must have arrived with Malfoy, lay immobile on the floor some ten feet away. Katie and Nott Sr. were dueling a ways from that, occasionally managing a kick or punch, though it was rare at the speed of the duel. Elyse was having a job keeping Crabbe from sitting on her again, and screaming at Heather to come help her. Heather was sitting on Rookwood's shoulders and having a blast repeatedly punching him in the head, apparently oblivious to Elyse's cries for help and eternal threats. Hermione was dueling fiercely with Avery, the two of them meanwhile arguing about the cookies she hadn't let him have at Malfoy Manor. Ron was busy with Goyle who was unconditionally throwing punches at him, both wands on the ground a few feet from their owners. The rest were unconscious or had disappeared.

Harry was just about to go help someone when a spell was fired at him. He saw a bright green light out of the corner of his eye and had moved back just enough for it to pass less than an inch from his nose. Harry turned, but such a furry of spells was being thrown that he couldn't see who was firing them.

Harry raced away from the spells, dodging a missed punch from Goyle and accidentally running through Hermione and Avery's duel. The spells moved if he moved, and he still couldn't see who it was attacking him!