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A/n - Please I need some suggestions! Read & Review

Also, the lines like the one below . . . they seperate the different parts of the story (Hogwart's part, Harry's part, Dream Part)

Voldemort's laugh was so high, and cold that it awoke Harry. He was sweating more than ever now, and his scar seared with worse pain then the night before.

"Hey Harry, You okay mate? You're sweating again." Ron said.

"Yeah I'm fine, but I have to go talk to Dumbledore." Harry said abruptly as he sat up.

"Well then let's go." Ron said, also getting up.

"Uh, actually Ron, I had better go by myself. You need to go tell Hermione what has been going on, and see what she thinks." Harry said going to get dressed.

"Oh alright." Ron said before leaving in a hurry.

After Harry finished dressing, he walked down to Professor McGonagall's classroom. He lightly knocked on the door before entering.

"Err . . . Excuse me Professor . . . I need to go speak to the headmaster." Harry said entering cautiously, not wanting to intrude.

"Oh hello Mr. Potter, but I am afraid that Professor Dumbledore has gone to a meeting with the minister and Lucius Malfoy." Professor McGonagall finished as she gently closed the book she was reading.

"Lucius Malfoy?" Harry said shocked "Oh great." Harry mumbled to himself as he ran his fingers threw his messy brown hair.

"Is there a problem Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked one eyebrow rose.

"Huh? Oh no I just needed to talk to him." Harry said shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

"I will tell him as soon as he returns, by the way, I was speaking to Madam Pomphrey and she said that she is releasing Hermione today so I would go visit her." Professor McGonagall said while eyeing him, and then walked out. Harry stood there a moment then started towards the hospital wing.

"Oh great" Harry thought to himself "Dumbledore's gone! What else could go wrong?" Harry asked aloud to himself as he walked the long corridors, passing the old girls restroom.

"Oh many things can still go wrong Potter." A cold, sly voice said from behind a corner.

To Harry's surprise he turned around slowly to find Voldemort himself, standing in front of him.

"You!" Harry said suddenly raging with anger, as his scar also seared with pain. Harry tried to leave, but as soon as he tried to run, a deatheater smacked him in the head with a heavy rock, knocking him unconscious.

"Alright, now that we have him, let's get out of here, we'll be taking the chamber entrance." Voldemort instructed the other deatheaters, as Wormtail cast bounds to tightly bind Harry and levitate him to follow them.

"Sssiharasssaheth" Voldemort hissed to open the chamber of secrets entrance "We are going to take the passage way down here instead of from the Womping Willow." Voldemort said cautiously looking around "No one's here, lets move."

To Voldemort's eyes no one was there.

"So no one is here aye?" Moaning Myrtle yelled angrily "I'll show him!" She sobbed as she wiped away her angry tears and fled the old girls restroom for the first time in fifty years.

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"Ron, where's Harry?" Hermione said. Hermione was released from the hospital wing that afternoon, and neither of them had seen Harry since.

"I thought he went to talk to Dumbledore, and then said he'd meet us here." Ron said.

"Maybe he went back to Gryffindor Tower." Hermione suggested as she gathered the last of her things and walked out the doors of the hospital wing.

Hermione and Ron searched Gryffindor Tower, the owlery, the great hall, and just about everywhere else in the castle, but obviously finding nothing.

"Ron, I'm really worried. Do you think Harry's alright?" Hermione said.

"I don't know what to think Hermione . . . "Ron said also worried to where Harry had been.

"You know what . . . Maybe Professor McGonagall knows where he is . . . doesn't she have to take him to Dumbledore, since only teachers know the password to Dumbledore's office?" Hermione said in her usually thinking pose.

"Well, it's worth a shot!" Ron said as they started to run towards her office.

As Ron and Hermione rushed into her office, Professor McGonagall greeted them.

"Hello Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Granger, how may I help you?" She asked smiling.

"Yeah, we're trying to find Harry, he told me he needed to talk to Dumbledore, but we haven't seen him since." Ron said in an informative tone.

"And we have looked everywh- "Hermione began before being cut off by Professor McGonagall.

"Hold on, you haven't seen him since this morning?" Professor McGonagall said very surprised "The headmaster wasn't here today so I told Harry about Mrs. Granger getting out of the hospital wing and I sent him on his way . . . That was at least at 7:30."Professor McGonagall said standing up.

"Where in the world is he then?" Ron asked confused.

"Mrs. Granger, Mr. Weasley, please follow me. . ." Professor McGonagall said as she started to lead them out of her office, but just then Moaning Myrtle came bursting in.

"PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL, PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL, PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL!" Moaning Myrtle screeched as she flew around the room.

"Myrtle please, calm down, what is it?" Professor McGonagall said sternly.

"Harry . . . he . . . he" She tried to say "I tried to come a long time ago but Peeves . . . he, he was chasing me around the castle! And I saw him and he had Harry with him!" Myrtle cried.

"Who had Harry with him? What in the world are you talking about?" Professor McGonagall asked impatiently.

"Him! He-who-must-not-be-named!" Myrtle cried again as she began to sob.

"What? How?" Ron asked stepping up to Myrtle "How could he get in the castle?"

"I don't know . . . he said something about some old willow, and then went down into that place you and Harry did in your second year!" Myrtle explained, getting aggravated with his question.

"Oh my goodness . . . Your talking about the Chamber of Secrets, aren't you Myrtle?" Professor McGonagall said as she massaged her temples in order to think "Myrtle, can you take us to where you saw them?"

"Of course Professor." She said as she zoomed out the door and the others followed.

Soon they were in the old girls restroom, staring down at the sink where the chamber lays.

"Uh, professor, there is only one problem . . ." Ron began, quite pale now "Harry spoke parselmouth to get in before, so how are we supposed to open the door?"

"He said something like . . . See-a-rassy-heth." Myrtle butted in crunching her face trying to remember.

"Ron, Hermione, I want you to go to the feast and get some rest I will have the Order start a search tomorrow." Professor McGonagall said sternly, obviously worried.

"So we are supposed to just sit here and wait for Voldemort to bring him back? Knowing him he would! Except Harry would be DEAD!" Ron screamed color rising in his face.

"I understand why you are angry Mr. Weasley, but this is the best we can do right now." Professor McGonagall was very calm, but you could tell the definite shake in her voice.

"But . . ." Ron tried to argue more but Hermione interrupted him.

"Ron, I . . . am angry to but . . . arguing isn't going to help." Hermione said trying to control her sobs.

"Alright let's go to the kitchens instead of the feast." Ron said now noticing the sparkling tears in Hermione's eyes. Ron hugged Hermione as they walked out of the room together.

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"Ouch," Harry said while he raised his hand and gently rubbed his head where he had been hit "that really hurt. Wait a second where the hell am I?" Harry wondered out loud just noticing his surroundings.

Harry was sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench. In front of him were heavy iron bars and the walls were made up of concrete bricks. Harry looked around confused to where he was and how he got there. "I'm not in jail am I?" Harry thought to himself as he arose and walked towards the iron bars. Just then he heard a door opening and footsteps coming. Thinking fast, Harry ran back to the bench and pretended to be sleeping. Two deatheaters came to Harry's cell, peered in, and obviously thought he was asleep because they both sat down in chairs not far from where Harry's cell was.

"So let me get the plan straight. The dark lord wants to keep the brat here and try to convince him to change sides, but what about the prophecy? Why doesn't he just kill him and get it over with?" a deatheater asked. Harry recognized this voice to be Nott's.

"How many times must I explain it to you, you imbecile? The Dark Lord is keeping him here, until he agrees to his plan. When he does then the prophecy will be wrong, because the Dark Lord can't be killed by some seventeen year-old. Although Potter has proven himself powerful." Another deatheater explained. Harry could pick his voice out anytime. It was Lucius Malfoy "Well let's go tell him Potter isn't conscious yet." He advised as both deatheaters walked away slamming the door behind them.

"Well that explains a lot." Harry thought to himself as he stood up again.

Harry started wiping away the dust from his glasses and realized his scar was burning again. Harry had grown used to his scar and was so confused with thought that he hadn't even noticed.

Harry's head now ached from the pain of his headache and his scar.

"I don't get why they had to hit me with a rock though. Well that goes to show how powerful Voldemort is." Harry said sarcastically as he rubbed his head again.

Harry was now laying on the floor looking out the barred window of his cell. He could see the stars shinning brightly outside, and he wondered where he was.

"Well I can answer that for you." The Voldemort's cold voice said as he came out from hiding behind the wall.

"Voldemort . . ." Harry said under his breath as he jumped up and reached for his wand, noticing it wasn't in his back pocket. Harry now felt defenseless and wanted to run, but obviously had nowhere to go "What do you want?" Harry felt hatred for no other person than Voldemort but now more than ever.

"Now, now, Harry, don't forget your manners." Voldemort said laughing. His laugh, once again, made a chill crawl up Harry's back "Well, since you asked, I would like to make a deal with you. How about, you join me. We'll be unstoppable." Voldemort seemed very amused with his plan.

"Never!" Harry said determinedly starring into Voldemort's eyes "Just tell me why you don't want to kill me."

"Never did I doubt your intelligence, Harry, but I thought you would've figured it out by now. Think about it, but of course I'll be back." Voldemort said before walking briskly away and slamming the door behind him.

"I doubt your intelligence though." Harry snickered before walking back over to his bench and falling into a very light sleep.

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"I am very surprised at Potter's determination, I will admit." Lucius said.

"Yes, so this means we'll just have to try a little harder. Who did you say his friends are Lucius? I know the mudblood, but who's the other, the red-head?" Voldemort sneered.

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Harry sat up from his sleep and realized what was going on.

"Oh no! Ron!"

A/n DUN DUN DUN. . . . Please, Read and Review or atlest tell me whta you think:o)