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Chapter Twelve
"Harry Potter," the man wheezed. "And…Sirius Black." Harry stood frozen on the spot. In the corner of his eye, he saw the doors that they had encountered before. He felt Sirius's grip tighten on him protectively. "At last." Harry could only flinch under Lucius Malfoy's—who was standing beside the man—tight glare. A cold smirk placed on his lips.
Lucius turned to the man, bowing his head slightly. "My lord, what shall I do with them?"
"You shall do nothing," the man said. Harry didn't understand who the man was, other than the hint of, 'My lord.' The man that stood in front of him was the exact description of 'death.' The eyes were so black and hollow, his skin looked pale and wrinkly. Almost as if you would skim the ashen skin of the man, it would crumble to dust. His shirt was covered with thick mounds of dried blood, and Harry was thankful that he wasn't up close enough to smell the old mans breath.
"Yes, my lord," Lucius said curtly, giving his head another bow. Harry desperately tried to find something—anything—to say, but nothing came to mind. Harry couldn't fight the searing pain in his scar, or the pain in his right foot.
"However," the man continued in a thoughtful voice. "Since of my…condition," he let his wheezy sentence trail off. The smirk reappeared on Malfoy's face.
"Yes, my lord," Malfoy said, bowing his head. In one, swift motion, he turned left and was walking down the narrow hallway.
Voldemort said nothing, but kept his eyes glued on Harry and Sirius. A glint of malevolence was visible in the dark, cold, dead eyes. Harry knew that that was what Lucius Malfoy had meant when he had said a few days. He had killed a muggle to 'store' Voldemort's soul in. Giving him life, but costing the life of a muggle. Though, Harry knew that Lucius Malfoy wouldn't care if he had killed a muggle or not.
That's it, Harry thought, inconspicuously feeling around his pocket for the pocketknife. He carried it around everywhere, and he just hoped that the knife was in those pants. He finally felt cold metal, and he grasped onto it, slowly pulling the pocketknife out of his pocket. Even though the soul was of Voldemort, the body was of a muggle.
"Come on," Harry said to Sirius and the knife connected with the muggle mans chest. The man's eyes were wide and unsuspecting, but limped to the floor.
"A knife," Sirius said incredulously, as they took the right door that time. It was another pitch-black, narrow hallway, but in a distance he could make out another tiny speck of light, which was hopefully the exit of the house. Harry hoped that Malfoy wouldn't find the body of the muggle lying on the floor before he and Sirius had escaped. "A knife," he repeated.
"I took that knife everywhere with me," Harry said, somewhat sadly. No way would he go back there and retrieve the pocketknife from the body. "You gave it to me on my twelfth birthday."
"I'll get you a new one," Sirius promised, adjusting the position of his arm which was around Harry's neck supportably.
"I'm sorry for keeping you down," Harry apologized suddenly.
"Keeping me down?" Sirius repeated, confused.
"Yeah. We could've went a lot faster if you didn't have to help me walk," Harry pointed out.
"But it's not your fault that you hurt your foot," Sirius said. "You didn't do it on purpose."
When the light came closer and closer, until they came to not a door, but another opening, Harry braced himself to encounter something different other than a maze. Or maybe another maze, one of needles perhaps. But instead, the first thing that came to his eye was the sight of a clear blue sky with grassy hills. Finally, freedom.
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A/N: Sorry for the wait, I was a bit stumped on what to write in just the middle of it. As you can tell, I am no J.K. Rowling, so this chapter sucked…a bit. Or maybe it sucked a lot to you, I don't know. Anyway, thank you so much for the reviews this story has gotten so far. As you can tell, it's starting to wind down. Anyway, thanks again, and I'll be posting the next chapter after I start it.