Harry looked at the six figures. They were none other than the people that disappeared--Draco, Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Lorena, and Megan. All of their wands were laying in front of them, out of any reach or possibility of retrieving them. They had their mouths shut by an invisible Lip-Locker curse.
"I was wondering if you would be coming to get your friends," said a voice from behind Harry.
Harry turned around to see none other than Voldemort staring at him. Peter Pettigrew was cowering in the corner.
"Should I kill him, Master?"
"No. First of all, I want to do that honor. Then I will know that Gryffindor is way worse at this kind of thing than Slytherin."
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked Voldemort, his voice too shaky to speak normally.
"You are telling me you do not know? Well, it wouldn't hurt to tell you, Potter. First of all, I welcome you to the Riddle House. This is where I committed many of my very famous murders. You will join all of the ghosts momentarily. However, I must admit why I want to kill you, though. I am guessing that you want to know. First, I want you to experience the same pain that I had to. Secondly, your mum, Lily Evans Potter, is a mudblood, and this just gives me more reason to kill you. And thirdly, from the research I have collected, I have a theory that you are the Heir of Godric Gryffindor, my main rival."
"You think that I am the Heir of Gryffindor?"
"Yes, Potter."
"I am sorry, but I am no Heir of Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat almost placed me in Slytherin," Harry told Voldemort.
"That's because you have a little of MY OWN BLOOD in your veins right now because of the curse, which gives you many traits of Slytherins. Now, I know that this may seem a bit nice to you, but my friends would have done it for me. I am going to give you a chance to round up an army, made from only these six people. If you remember correctly, you were all presented with diaries earlier in the year. Now, this was the work of one of my followers, Aivilo Oripahs. She used a Confundus Charm to make all the teachers think that Dumbledore wanted them to give you all these diaries. Now, you are going to be put to the test that will see how much you know about your friends. I will read aloud one of their diary entries. Now, I must allow Aivilo and my other followers the chance to witness this. I am only inviting to the ceremony, let me think, Wormtail come here."
"Yes, Master."
Wormtail went over to Voldemort. "Yes, Aivilo Oripahs, Lucius Malfoy, Snilwar Yma, Nosredna Aerdna, Slana Aicrag , and Shelly Legato," Voldemort said as he touched all of their names. They all immediately Apparated to his side.
"Welcome to the Harry Potter Duel and Death Party," said Voldemort in a hiss. All six of the welcomed sat down, but only a few actually stayed. After they all sat, Voldemort told them that if they were already busy then it was alright to leave, and five of them all left. In fact, only Lucius Malfoy stayed to see what would happen to his son.
"Now, welcome to this week's edition of Who Said That? Today, we have Harry Potter here as the guesser and the following here as hostages: Sirius Black, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Megan Newgana, Lorena Corena, and Draco Malfoy!" said Voldemort in a TV announcer voice, however very slowly and creepily was his tone, which didn't like to be loud unless he was screaming orders.
"Our first diary entry. Dear Diary, today I saw him in the Great Hall, and only for a minute. Oh how I hope he liked me back. He is just so nice. And guess what--Date Night was cancelled! The Quidditch teams had to get ready for this other thing. Is that supposed to be a sign that we aren't supposed to be together? Oh well. I'll write more later Diary! Now, hopefully you know who said this, or they will be put to sleep and unable to wake unless you defeat me," said Voldemort.
"I think that Hermione wrote that," said Harry.
"Sincerely, Hermione Granger. Yes, that is the correct answer," Voldemort said sadly.
"Wormtail, untie Ms. Granger please."
"Yes, Master."
Wormtail untied Hermione and then she jumped up and down. She had been freed.
"Next, this one belongs to a guy. Okay. Why do we have to write in these ridiculous diaries? I mean Harry doesn't want to, and he is my best friend! Oh, and my mum is happy about this! She probably thinks that I write well enough to get it published or something. Maybe then we will finally actually get some money! Okay, Potter, who said that?"
"Ron," Harry said shortly, as if he was sure that he was the author of that diary entry.
"Ron Weasley. Yes, Potter, correct. Very well done. Untie Mr. Weasley now please," Voldemort beckoned for Wormtail.
"Yes, Master."
"Right now you are on a role, two out of two. Next. Dear Diary, I am so sad. I feel so sorry! I have done a terrible thing. One day after my breakup, I already got a new boyfriend. This is so wrong! I can't believe I did this to my old boyfriend! See you later, Diary. Okay, that's a toughie. Who do you think wrote that?" Voldemort asked.
"Megan?" Harry said cluelessly.
"Love, Lorena Corena. Nope, Potter, incorrect. Ms. Corena now is in a deep sleep, which if you die will become permanent for her as well. Next. Okay. Why am I being forced to write in this stupid diary? I mean, I shouldn't have to! But no, I was told that I had to as well."
"Draco?" Harry said cautiously.
"Professor Sirius Black. Nope, that is incorrect, Potter. Black is now also in a deep sleep," said Voldemort as Harry reached out to try and save his godfather, but was unsuccessful.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Harry asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you literally killing all of my friends? They didn't do anything to you!" Harry almost screamed.
"Okay, maybe they should all be experiencing pain while you are doing this, and only if you guess them correctly are they freed from the wraps. Yes, I think that will teach you some respect. Crucio!" said Voldemort, pointing it at the remaining two sitting there, Draco and Megan.
They immediately started screaming with pain. They looked as if one more second of it would kill them. Harry noticed this, and told Voldemort to continue with the ritual.
"Okay. Next entry: I OFFICIALLY HATE WEASLEY!--"
"Draco," said Harry, assured. The Weasley part kind of gave it away.
"Hold on, I didn't finish yet. HE STOLE HERMIONE FROM ME! THIS IS SO
NOT FAIR! I was there, talking to her and Potter. I think we were both about to ask her to the dance, and I think she knew it. She looked happy, but then Ron ran over and asked her. Harry and I ran away really upset. That probably gave away the fact that we were both about to ask her. I feel bad for Potter though--"
"Really! I don't need to hear his entire entry! Continue, please," said Harry irritably.
"Okay, Potter. The sooner you are dead, the better I guess. Because only one person remains, I am going to read an excerpt, and you will have to say who she is talking about. Answer correctly--she joins the fighting forces. Answer incorrectly--she remains fighting the Crutacius Curse."
"Whatever, just read it please," said Harry, who was feeling very sweaty about being responsible for her life.
"Oh, he is so hot! I just want to hug him and kiss him! Oh, I did today, and it was so romantic, I was pulling him when he was going for the Snitch," said Voldemort.
"She's talking about--" Suddenly Harry felt different. He knew the feeling right away--he was under the Imperius Curse. Forgetting how to fight it, he did as Voldemort was beckoning.
"Ron Weasley--she's talking about Ron Weasley--"
"Ron Weasley."
"Incorrect--she's talking about you! Say bye-bye to your girlfriend!" Voldemort snarled.
Suddenly, Megan's head drooped. She was now silenced.
"Okay. Now, I will give all of you a reason to join my side. Firstly, otherwise you will probably be killed. Secondly, I have more experience on my side. Third, you will probably be killed otherwise. Fourth, if you have any intelligence at all, then you will join me. Fifth, otherwise you will probably be killed. And sixth, for Draco, your dad is on my side, so unless you want to fight against him, then join me."
No one moved.
"Okay then, you all want to die?"
"Yes, if we die shielding our best friend, yes, we will die!" said Ron sounding more courageous than he truly was.
"Potter, do you want to give my side reasons to join you?"
"Yes. First of all, to Peter. You would not be alive today if it weren't for me. I told Sirius and Remus, your old friends, not to kill you because I felt that my parents would not have wanted you dead. You already brought him back to power, but I think that inside, your hanging out with others that are nice should have knocked some sense into you. Secondly, to Mr. Malfoy, your son seems that he is going to be on my side. Why aren't you?"
"Because then he is routing for death!" said Mr. Malfoy coldly.
"And Harry, I can't leave my Master. Then he will kill me. Sorry, Potter!" said Wormtail, but didn't sound it at all.
"Your loss," said Harry as he looked over at Voldemort.
"Anyone on your side that wants to join my crew, come now. The offer won't last long!" said Voldemort.
However, this time, Draco moved.
"Draco, what are you doing?" asked Harry.
"Look, before we start this, I want to know which team would be safer for me to be on. Hold on," said Draco as he drew up a chart.
Group, Why I should side with, why I shouldn't
Good (Harry Potter (The Boy Who Lived), Hermione Granger (The Girl I Have a Crush On, Ron Weasley (can't think of a comment))
They are on the good side, so if I don't die, then I will not be in as much trouble, Hermione is on this team, Harry is on this team
I have to live with my dad until I get married, which right now looks like I am going to marry Crystal, what would she think? Also, the other team has more strengths--older and more experience, so this one goes to less experience.
Bad (Voldemort (Tom Marvolo Riddle, Heir of Slytherin), Lucius Malfoy (My Dad), Wormtail (Peter Pettigrew, person that brought Voldemort back from the 'dead'
They are on the bad side, which goes along with what everyone thinks I am. My dad is on this side, which makes me think that if I don't go with it then I will be in big trouble when I get home. And siding with them gives me more of a chance of living.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron I could actually consider 'friends.' They are there for each other, even for me, no matter what. They have a bond most would wish for. They are the ones that I am going to be growing up with, so if I don't go on their side then I may never speak to Harry or my love, Hermione, again--choices, choices.
"You guys just start the duel. I don't want to join a side yet. I still need to think," Draco said to everyone.
"Okay. First of all, your wands," said Voldemort, "must be returned to their owners. I warn you, they are very jumpy right now. Let's set the duel for later, also. I do not want to have the duel until I am fully fed and watered," said Voldemort. He walked over to the kitchen and drank some of a red potion. Harry went over to discuss strategy with Hermione and Ron. When they finally could not be heard, then Hermione said breathlessly what the potion was.
"The potion that he just drank is called Latrommi! This is really bad--that potion will make it so whatever curse or anything you do to him, he will never get hurt! Oh, we are in so much trouble.
"Well, what should we do?"
"Let's drink some!"
"No, that stuff is dangerous--if it doesn't block anything from hurting him for an hour then it will poison him!"
"But what was that blue stuff in the drink?"
"What blue stuff?"
"I saw this blue liquidy solid in the drink--and it looks like the Eulb Reknilb that will cause him to disappear if any of us see it."
"Well, we can't back down now."
"Why not?"
"Because there is nowhere to go! And we don't know how to Apparate yet."
"So?"
"Isn't there some type of potion that we can use?"
"No. We will just have to do the best we can," said Hermione, and then Voldemort and company came back out of the shadows.
"Crucio!" said Mr. Malfoy, pointing it at Hermione.
"Your turn!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand, but he picked it up.
"Is that all you've learned?"
"No. Immobilus!" said Hermione, and Voldemort froze. Hermione went over, grabbed his wand, and smashed it. Then she went over to grab Mr. Malfoy's, but he awoke from the Freezing Charm.
"Art xeehtt ruh!" said Wormtail, pointing his wand at Ron, who immediately froze and fell backwards in pain.
"Wait--we never learned that spell!"
"Noitamrof Reknilb fo Eulb!" shouted Hermione, pointing at a cauldron. Unfortunately, Voldemort regained consciousness at this time.
"Finite Incantem!" shouted Voldemort, then turned around and noticed the broken wand of his on the floor. "Ti ekorb ow!"shouted Voldemort, then Hermione noticed a limelight come upon her.
"You silly girl! Did you really think that you could hide that from Lord Voldemort? Crucio!" bellowed Voldemort, and Hermione fell to the floor in pain. Harry turned around and kneeled next to the writhing-in-pain Hermione before standing up and using the only spell that came into mind on Voldemort--the one that he had created.
"Tilf fo esopsid!" shouted Harry, and Voldemort was thrown backwards and knocked unconscious. Suddenly, Voldemort stirred again. It seemed that the potion was saving him. Then a voice came from behind Harry.
"Expelliarmus!" shouted Draco.
Harry turned around and smiled at Draco, giving him the thumbs-up signifying a happiness. He turned back around to see Wormtail under the influence of the Imperius Curse, being forced to go over to Voldemort. Voldemort saw this coming, and used his potion to rebound it upon its originator--Draco. Draco was knocked out, and Voldemort placed a freezing charm on him which would make him unable to react and try to help Harry and company.
Just then, Harry was screaming at Wormtail.
"I let you live and you still didn't come and help me!"
"I'm not much of a help though."
"So?"
"So what?"
"Nevermind, you don't get it."
"I never do."
"Whatever."
"Huh"
"Bolivia!" said Harry to Wormtail. Peter's eyes rolled out of focus, then back into focus.
"Obliviate!" said Wormtail. Being that he thought this would restore his memory, he pointed it at himself. However, this was wrong. He now had lost even more memories, of school days. One more and he would not remember any spells.
At this time, Hermione and Ron were still twisting around in pain. Obviously they had been seriously hurt.
Harry didn't know what to do. Then, he remembered the spell Hermione had tried using, but it had not worked.
"Noitamrof Reknilb fo Eulb," shouted Harry, and the cauldron started boiling. Then, he went over to the others. "Finite Incantem!" Harry shouted, and everyone stopped moving.
Harry walked around, looking at everyone. Draco was still knocked out, Ron and Hermione finally had stopped writhing in pain, Lucius Malfoy was pointing his wand at Ron, Voldemort was trying to grab Harry's wand to use and try to repair his own, and Peter was sweating from the heat in the room.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked in general. Big mistake.
Hermione and Ron nodded, whereas Voldemort was running at Harry. Gninnureh ttique!" he shouted.
Voldemort froze in the middle of a jump and retreated.
Suddenly a noise was heard behind them. Harry turned around to see his friends almost dead. He looked at the time--he had only twelve minutes left!
Then, everyone heard a noise. Harry turned around, afraid that a ghost was going to come and finish off his friends, but it was not a ghost. It was just the cauldron.
Harry looked at the cauldron, which was now bubbling. He went up, remembering two of the words in the spell--Eulb Reknilb. He figured that maybe the spell he used would form it. He walked up to the cauldron, pushed in the location of Azkaban prison, then looked back at Voldemort, Wormtail, and Lucius Malfoy. Suddenly, the cauldron tipped over. Harry looked around, and suddenly everyone was spinning, and finally they all landed on the hard floor in Azkaban prison.