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At the Ministry; Voldemort's view.

Harry was punching the crap out of him, finally he got up, and Voldemort reached for his wand. Then they both saw Dumbledore. That little bastard thinks he's going to take away my chance to kill Harry Potter again? He must be joking. Dumbledore took off his shoe and threw it at Harry who caught it, Voldemort scrambled up to reach out, not sure what he was planning on doing, knock away the Shoe, or tackle harry?

But whatever happened, Harry was not getting away from him!

Just as Voldemort was 3 inches from Harry, he disappeared. Fuck! I am going to kill Dumbledore for this! Voldemort pointed his wand at Dumbledore and shouted "Avada Kedavra!"

Dumbledore fell to the ground then slowly morphed into a young lady with mousy brown hair. What the heck! Who the hell is that? Voldemort walked over to the young lady, and Lucius Malfoy walked forward also.
"Master, I was in the Department of Mysteries and I killed Dumbledore, sir." Malfoy groveled.
"Who is that?" Voldemort asked superiorly.
"A member of the Order of the Phoenix. I put her under the Imperius curse, she's a metamorphmagus, so I forced her to change to resemble Dumbledore, knowing the boy would trust him, when he showed up, so you could finish him off. But the girl was fighting it and changed her shoe into a portkey. I'm sorry, Master"
"You had better find him!" retorted Voldemort scathingly.

"I will, sir, don't worry, sir." And Malfoy disapparated.


Harry looked down at his new sports watch. He had gotten a new one just last a couple of months ago, since he neglected to after the third task of the Triwizard Tournament.
He lighted the dial. He had been there for 3 hours. Where was Dumbledore! Why was he taking so long? Had he gotten hurt during the battle?
His mind never rested. He couldn't see anything where he was. He had felt around a little, and knew he was in a four-walled chamber like room. Why would Dumbledore send me here? He had asked himself that a thousand times already. And none of the reasons he came up with seemed to work.
He decided that he would lay down for a while. He had too much on his mind right now. He was trying to keep his composure, He had just seen Sirius die, Sirius meant the world to him, he finally had someone to act as a parent, and he was snatched away from him. He hated Bellatrix Lestrange, he was going to avenge his godfather's death.
Right after he killed Voldemort for killing his parents and ruining so many families. It was his destiny.

He slowly started to fall asleep, all the while trying hard not to cry his eyes out over his godfather, and his parents, and perhaps now Dumbledore, since he wasn't showing up, and he hoped dearly that all his friends were alright, since he so stupidly lead the to the Department of Mysteries for nothing.


Lucius Malfoy was wandering around two hours later near Tonks hometown. He had just searched Hogwarts, (for fear that Draco was in danger of course, or at least that's what he told McGonnagall) and he searched Tonks' house. He didn't know where the Order of the Phoenix was, but he was going to make sure he found out.


Harry had several nightmares that night. He dreamt that he went to the ministry and he walked into the Hall of Prophecy and a bunch of Death Eaters jumped out and killed all his friends, made him give the prophecy, then tortured Sirius, killed Sirius, then killed Harry. Then he dreamt that he had witnessed Voldemort killing his parents and Dumbledore. Then he dreamt he got a portkey to the bottom of the ocean and drowned.

Harry awoke with a start. Glad to see he was not at the bottom of an ocean playing tag with the Giant Squid.

It was slightly lighter in the room he was enclosed. He could make out a Trap door in the ceiling, and a rope leading down to the floor. He figured he might as well climb the rope, why else would Dumbledore put him in this room?

Harry climbed up the rope, He wondered why there was a room like this at Hogwarts. He reached the trapdoor and pushed on it, it was really heavy. He couldn't lift it. He looked for another way to open the door. Stupid! The door was supposed to slide open. Hoping he hadn't broken the door slamming against it, he slid the door to the right, but he couldn't see an opening. He took an attempt at touching the substance above him, feeling that it couldn't be anything harmful, and found it was the bottom of a rug. good thinking. He complimented the person who decided it a good idea to throw a rug over the trap door. Harry flapped the rug over, and climbed out. What he saw, was not what he expected.
Everything around him was demolished. Well... except for the houses on either side of him. Where the heck am I? He thought once more. He thought for sure he would be at Hogwarts.


A/N yeah.. that's it for now... hopefully I'll get another chappie up soon! REVIEW:):)

This chapter kinda sucked, I know, there was no action at all I'll think up something better next time! (;