Auhtor's note: Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long, i was kinda hoping for a few more reviews so if u could all review this chapter then it would be greatly appreciated and u will all get FREE ICECREAM... kinda.

drgn prncss: Hey! No, not hagrid! But yes, the voice boomed! And not snape, and no snape is not a good guy here!

coolmarauders: Thankx, i love it when people give actual advie about the writing! It helps a lot and is greatly apreciated! Ha, u had a few ideas of who it was huh? Well, read on and find out!

punkchick99:I got anotherreview so im slightly happy. :) If u read on u'll find out whos voice it was!

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Chapter four: Guess who's back.

Harry swivelled around to see a familiar face he hadn't expected to see. He was smiling down at Harry, looking at him as though he was pathetic and weak as Harry lay there on the cold concrete in the middle of the night. Draco Malfoy ran his fingers through his bright blonde hair once more as he stared down at the exhausted Harry.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry asked, pressing his blistered hands into the concrete to help himself to his feet.

"Oh Potter, that's not much of a welcome to an old friend." Malfoy said, smirking as he said the word 'friend', Harry only stopping himself from attacking Malfoy by Hermione's voice ringing in his head: "Harry, you don't want to be up for two murders!" Of course, Hermione was right. Harry swallowed.

"Anyway Potter, you have to go. And so do I. You have no idea where you are, do you?" Malfoy asked casually, eyeing Harry.

Harry said nothing, he just glared at Malfoy. He hated Malfoy at this moment. Of course, he had always hated Malfoy, but not like this. He could feel the anger, the rage, the power build up inside his body, his heart beating faster in his chest. His fists were clenched, his eyes were blazing and all it would take would be more smart word from Malfoy for him to explode. And what and explosion it would be. Half of him could not wait much longer, the thought of finally getting revenge on Malfoy had been storing itself in the back of Harry mind, waiting, waiting for its chance to come out.

Malfoy didn't seem to notice. "I didn't think you did. I would expect that much from you. We," He said, Harry's rage building faster now. "…are on the edge of Government Headquarters. Don't believe me? Of course you don't, but where better than in the middle of nowhere for someone to plonk the secret Headquarters of the Ministry of Magic?"

He had a point. "Which means, Potter, that you are about two minutes away from being found and being thrown into Azkaban."

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked forcefully, the rage still at its peak. "You've come to save me have you? Is that what big powerful Voldemort wants?"

Draco stopped combing his fingers through his hair abruptly.

His head began to fall and his eyes began to change, with each moment the snake like figure within him becoming more apparent. He stepped towards Harry, his boots slamming down onto the cold concrete as though it was trying to leave its mark. Harry looked at Draco and didn't move. Draco was still slowly stepping towards him, each time his head becoming lower in the darkness, his usually smooth hair beginning to wave in the wind and his eyes became barely slits in his eyeballs.

Harry felt the rage and anger pour from every side of him and a new sensation; a different unexpected one filled him. Fear. He was actually afraid of Malfoy.

'No, you're not afraid of Malfoy.' He thought but as he looked at Malfoy and his slits for eyes he realised that the new sensation that was filling him, was in fact fear. But Malfoy didn't stop there, he was still coming towards Harry, pace by pace, and with each step, his skin became more pale, more snake-like and made Harry feel even worse.

Harry wanted to run away but his legs wouldn't let him so he merely stumbled backwards a bit, being careful not to loose his ground.

"Potter…" Came a thin, familiar voice he had heard before, just not out of Malfoy's mouth. Harry saw a long, thin, bony hand reach out of Draco's robes and slowly tighten its grip around the collar of Harry's shirt. "I wouldn't be so careless around me Potter…"

The hand clenched Harry's shirt, it's nails piercing his shirt and digging into his skin. Harry could only gasp as he slowly felt the trickle of blood down his chest.

"You don't know what can happen…"

As the blood ran down Harry skin like a fountain, Harry began to feel his feet leave the ground. As the nails pierced his skin even more, he reached for the hand that held him and tried to squirm free. The hand was cold to touch and each bone stuck out as though all that was holding it in was a tiny piece of skin in the hope that it wouldn't break. Harry looked down the long, skeletal arm and into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. All the love, the passion the fear had been wiped out of them and replaced by one solid feeling. Hate.

"You should have learned by now never to underes-"

But that was the last Harry heard of the snake-like figure as the long, skin-piercing nails soared out of him, the hand that had held him in the air letting go and causing him to fall to the ground. Harry was shocked and landed extremely hard on hid blistered hands. But that wasn't even the beginning. He turned around only to see something that he had wished he had never seen.

There, only a metre or two away from him was this thing, some sort of cross between a snake-like creature and Malfoy. The hands were no longer pale, the nails that caused Harry blood to run had vanished but the bones still peeped through the skin. Malfoy yelled, one minute as the snake-like voice and the next as his own, confusing Harry as he looked at the ongoing battle between Malfoy and what he knew to be the one and only Voldemort. Malfoy screamed once more, his eyes opening wide and his breath filling back into his lungs.

Then the screaming stopped.

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