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Warning: PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE DIALOG!

Harry's eyes snapped open. They had the red/gold fire engulfing them, with a slight hint of green. The hell he had been resting in flared up as he rose to his feet. The beast figures prowled in the depths, not coming closer, but not retreating from the wizard in which they were held by power. Harry closed his eyes, trying to remember what he had seen in his mind just a second ago.

"Hermione," he whispered. "Ron." He turned his head to the left than to the right, summoning the beast into a restless circle around him.

"Come," he murmured.

Padma screamed, arriving at the scene. She had seen Ron disappear within the masses and had rushed over. But, as the masses disappeared, she stood behind a tree, tears streaming down her face as she tried to calm herself down. Not working. She took off up the path, trying desperately to ignore the bloodthirsty screeches from behind her, and into the Great Hall.

"DUMBLEDORE!" she screamed. The whole Hall fell deathly quiet as she fought her way to the startled Headmaster. He took her by the shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Calm down, child," he cried over her sobs.

"Ron!" she screamed and fell against him, sobbing uncontrollably. Ginny made her way to Padma, Dean and Parvati behind her.

"What about my brother?" Ginny demanded. Padma got control enough to say,

"Death is all I saw!" Ginny turned sheet white and Dean caught her before she hit the ground as she fainted. Immediately, the students and teachers surged outside, heading towards the back of the garden.

All that was found was the same grisly blood that was found at the other two locations.

Harry entered the library, the beast behind him. Now that there was no fire, they could be defined as hundreds of large lions, milling around the room. Gryffindors Lions. Large, green eyed, and always on fire. Their skin emitted blazes of fire hotter than the sun.

Sitting down at one of the desks, Harry waved his hand and several books flew onto the table. Flipping one open, he skimmed the pages, not really reading.

What am I doing? He thought to himself, turning to the eleventh book. Am I actually stalling? What am I looking for?

"You're not looking for anything, Harry," came a most unwanted voice.

"Go away, Godric," Harry growled, not even looking up from the eighteenth book. The Lions totally ignored the fact that now both powers were in the room.

"Harry, you know exactly what you're doing!" Godric said. "Your mind is still on the marriage proposal that never happened! You're starting to think that you should leave them to their fates!"

"It sounded like a bad idea until you showed up," Harry grumbled. "Now I'm actually considering it."

"POTTER!"

"Don't you Potter me, Gryffindor!" Harry shouted, standing. "I'm no longer under your rule! Who do you think you are?"

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO!" Harry actually cowered on the ground in the presence of the awesome power Godric unleashed in his words. The Lions roared. Godric approached Harry's cowering figure, huddled in the corner of the room.

"WHO DO YOU THINK TRAINED YOU! DO YOU THINK YOU DID THIS ALONE, BOY! YOU ARE STILL A CHILD, THINKING YOU CAN ORDER ME! LORD VOLDEMORT WAS RIGHT TO TAKE AWAY WHAT WAS DEAR TO YOU! YOU ARE NOT READY TO FIGHT HIM! YOU ARE NOT EVEN CAPABLE OF BEATING ME!" Gryffindor turned on his heal, and in an explosion of flames, he disappeared.

The Lions approached their power that was left remaining, not certain of his supreme authority. Harry stared at them.

The question was asked a loud; the answer was given in silence.

His eyes opened slowly at first, then blinked open. The girl lay on the floor, still out cold. The boy groaned, closing his eyes in pain as he struggled to a sitting position. The creature gave a chilling smile, watching as the boy looked around the room, taking in his surroundings. His eyes fell on the girl and immediately he began to panic. He shook the girl with his bound hands, struggling to get her awake. After a minute, the girl's eyes flickered open. She looked on the relieved boy and straight away began to cry, hugging him as best she could with her equally tied hands.

After a moment, they released each other and began looking around again. The girl muttered something and the boy responded negatively. The girl turned to the boy and said the same thing more forcefully. The boy shook his head and nodded to the other end of the room. No door.The girl sighed and was forced to agree with the boy. He kissed her forehead and said something. She smiled and pulled herself closer to the boy, shivering from the coldness of the room. The creature rose from its place in the darkness of the circular room. The boy had noticed the movement and spotted the creature. He turned deathly white and nudged the girl. She looked in the direction of the boy's horrified gaze and screamed, scooting closer to the boy and the wall.

The creature walked to the center of the room in silence, inspecting the two. The boy struggled to his feet and pulled the girl up as well. Both were shaking violently, but determination was set on their faces. Determination for what, the creature could care less.

"I'm very sorry to hear that you are awake, my dear guest," the creature said softly as he watched them squirm under his penetrating gaze. He saw the girl glance at the reappeared door on their side of the room and laughed.

"Go ahead," the creature hissed. "I won't stop you. Go and see how far you get before something finds you. You don't know the dangers that surround you. You will not live long if you leave this room." The creature chuckled. "In fact, you will not live long if you stay in this room, so it really doesn't make a difference. Crucio!"

Screams.

"Damn it!" Harry threw the hundredth book into the pile of books on the floor. The Lions, who had been asleep, looked up at him, agitated at being disturbed. Harry gave them a wary look and continued to the next book. Even though they were under his power, didn't mean they weren't under Godric's as well. And Harry knew full well what the Lions could do.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has never been known to have a permanent lodging. At one point, he did inhabit the Screeching Shack near Hogsmeade, but it has long been abandoned. Some say he lives in the Forbidden Forest on Hogwarts grounds, but Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, who states that, although he cannot release the reason why he knows, he has every bit of reason that You-Know-Who does not live in the Forbidden Forest, has deemed the idea absurd. There are, however, two other places in which You-Know-Who may be hiding. One is Godric's Hollow, the very place of his demise, and"

The last part of the page had been ripped out, along with the other place of Voldemort's hiding place. Harry stared at the page and frowned. Why would someone rip out the page to a library book? This book looked like it hadn't been touched in hundreds of years and Harry had found it stuck on top of the bookshelf.

"The page was ripped out because you are not meant to know, Harry." Harry spun around in his seat and gawked.

"Catherine?" he asked in astonishment. She nodded. Harry had never seen anyone more beautiful. Her raven hair fell in perfect cascades around her face and neck. Her dark brown eyes were bright with the Lions' flames. She wore beautiful dark green robes with silver lining. Her pale skin matched her warm features as smiled. She leaned in close to him, pointing to the torn page.

"You were not meant to go after them, Harry," she said softly.

"What do you mean, not go after them?" he asked, fear trying to break into his voice.

"You're not trained enough! You are not ready to fight him! You don't know how, yet! They were taken because He knows you're not ready! You are meant to stay here. Your friends are meant to die."

"NO!" Harry stood, fear and anger shining in the flames of his eyes. "They aren't meant to die! I'm meant to go save them, and that's what I'll do!"

"Condemn yourself to death?" she asked him harshly. "Harry, if you go, you will condemn, not only yourself, but the entire world to death! You are not ready to face Him! You are not even ready to face Godric himself. How do you expect to go to Him, kill him and save those you love? Listen to me, Harry. You must let them go!"

"I will not let my friends die because of me! I didn't ask for this! I didn't want to be the Savior, Gryffindor's heir! I never asked for Voldemort to choose me instead of Neville! I never wanted any part in this, but here I am! I'm here and soon, I'm going to get Ron and Hermione, and finish this once and for all."

"He will finish it, Harry, not you. You must let the spoken words read out into reality. You cannot rewrite a prophecy, Harry."

"I can, and I will."

Screams. The creature smiled. The time was drawing closer.

A/n: Well, there it is! I know, it's short compared to the last one, but this one's really important! If you didn't, I urge you to PAY ATTENTION TO THE DIALOG in this chappie! It's important to the following chappies. Oh, and since you are all such wonderful people, I'll throw in a chapter tease for you:

This was it. He couldn't believe he was here. Walking through the door, he surveyed the destruction that was once his home. Shaking his head, Harry continued to the back, but stopped. Looking down, he removed his foot from a piece of paper. Picking it up, he stared at it.

The key to win lies inside. Do not let the present defeat your file.

-JP+LP

Harry looked up and saw it.

It stretched farther than the human eye could see. It surrounded everything, yet never did it reach Harry's home. This was where it was to be. Harry James Potter, Heir of Godric Gryffindor, had found the resting place of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin.

It would all end here.

Can I make something clear to my reviewers? I am not evil. I am sly and crafty, but I am not evil. So for all of those who thought they could get away with calling me evil for making the chapter good, and then leaving you hanging, PLEASE use sly or crafty. Evil sounds like I killed Malfoy or something. (shudders just thinking about it). Just for the record, on HBP, Please Respond and tell me How many of you:

1) Liked the idea of Snape and Malfoy being evil.

2) Hated the idea of Snape and Malfoy being evil.

3) Hated J.K. Rowling for even thinking about idea

4) Liked J.K. Rowling for even thinking about idea

5) Want to string J.K. Rowling up by her toes for even publishing HBP.

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