Chapter Two – Raging Fight

It was a dark and cold night when the deatheaters attacked Hogwarts. At the strike of midnight figures had emerged from the dark forest, slowly creeping towards the sleeping castle. The moon barely shown through the clouds that covered the night sky, effectively shadowing the men dressed in black. With wands drawn they advanced upon the steps that lead to the castle, taking caution.

Their leader, a hideous man with skin as white as bone, red eyes and a lipless smile, opened the large double doors that squeaked loudly. Pausing outside the doors his followers waited for his signal to attack. Everyone present knew the graveness of their mission that night. This was their chance to grab the boy-who-lived and anyone who stood in their way.

"Don't anyone make a sound. If any complications occur fix them. Kill those who try to stop you. If you find Potter's close friends take them to me. I want them and Harry alive. Understood?"

Everyone present nodded their heads and pulled on their black masks. After everyone had properly adjusted their mask, Peter Pettigrew being the only one who had any problems, Voldemort gestured with his hands to enter.

Voldemort's red eyes shown brightly in dark hallways that him and his followers traveled. Coming to a stop in front of a woman snoozing in her portrait Voldemort raised his wand, signaling the men that surrounded him the time to attack had finally come.

Lazily the Dark Lord burst the portrait door off its hinges. As he climbed into the common room the Fat Lady screamed a warning to the sleeping occupants of Gryffindor Tower.

"Someone silence her!" Voldemort hissed over his shoulder as he ran up the stairs to the dorm where his nemeses rested.

Almost immediately the screams were quieted and an uneasy silence filled the air. Deatheaters ran in every direction, blocking the escape route that the Gryffindors tried to take. Spells were cast in every direction. Many students tried to dodge the grown wizards and witches that opposed them, but only a few were lucky enough to get away.

Harry Potter had heard the commotion and had awakened instantly. Not thinking he grabbed his wand and rushed to the door to help the younger students who had ran downstairs only to come face to face with the Dark Lord. Anger coursed through his veins as the man who stood before him smirked.

"Voldemort." He said while narrowing his bright green eyes.

"Potter."

With a quick flick of his wrist Voldemort closed the door, the only escape route in the room, and sealed it. He then turned around to look at his opponent.

Within a blink of an eye Voldemort said "incendio". A stream of fire burst from Voldemort's wand and hit Harry's arm. Gasping Harry looked down to see his arm begin to peel. He watched horrified as the skin fell off, revealing red skin beneath.

Sucking in a deep breath Harry looked his enemy in the eye and said, "Leave now before I am forced to kill you."

Laughing Voldemort didn't notice the killing curse hurtling to him until it was an inch from him. Throwing up a protective shield he reflected the green beam of light that hit a mirror near the bathroom, cracking it. Scolding himself for not paying attention Voldemort ducked another spell only to be hit by a third in the stomach, making him kneel over in excruciating pain.

"I warned you." Harry said coldly. "Now get out!"

Looking up at the young man next to him Voldemort pulled himself back onto his feet before silently casting a spell. Once again Harry was hit and excruciating pain embodied him. Letting out a moan Harry grew more determined to kill the evil wizard that stood only feet away from him.

Harry could faintly hear the battle that raged on downstairs but was shocked when someone pounded on the door, tying to get into the room. The two men turned to stare at the source of the noise.

"Harry!" Yelled a masculine voice.

"Ron!" Harry yelled back.

Ron's pounding became more instant and he continually yelled through the door.

Harry was so preoccupied with Ron that he forgot the Dark Lord was behind him. Voldemort whispered "flagrate". The spell created a ring of fire that encircled Harry. Fearful Harry turned around and was about to cast a dark spell at Voldemort but stopped when a man came into his dorm room holding a struggling Ron, shortly followed by another man with a passed out Hermione.

"Let them go!" Harry yelled at the deatheaters.

The two men stood stock still as they awaited their master's praise. When none came they started to talk rapidly.

"Your Highness we have caught his best friends. Shall we kill them?"

"No." Harry yelled, surprisingly running through the ring of fire that neither burned or harmed him in any way. As the men saw Harry race towards them they raised their wands, pointing them at his friend's hearts. Voldemort caught Harry as he sprinted by and pinned him to the wall where he tried to fight the older man off.

A sharp pain at Harry's throat made Harry still. The wand that was pushing into his neck was starting to draw blood and he was afraid he was going to be stabbed. Trying to move his head away from his wands brother Harry pushed himself up against the cold wall. Not wanting Harry to escape Voldemort muttered "incarcerous", making ropes magically appear out of thin air and tie Harry up.

"Sir." One timidly said. "Shall we kill them?"

"No. We will take them all back to my castle where we will get all the information out of them we need. Then we will kill them."

Ron who had been silent the whole time got his voice back and shouted, "Let me go! Put me down you bastard."

A thud was heard as Ron hit the floor, knocked out by the powerful punch that the deatheater had hit him with. The man's mask slipped revealing silver eyes and blonde hair. Harry recognized who the man was right away and shouted, "Malfoy! I should have known it was you."

Lucius slowly turned his head towards the tall, muscular boy with ruffled black hair and stared him straight in the eyes. An evil smile formed on his lips while he looked at the person whom his son hated with a passion. He would have to make sure Draco got to have some fun with the 'Dream Team'.

Loud footsteps came up the stairs to reveal a woman whose face was covered with what looked like winged bogeys. She had a death grip on a small red haired girl who Harry noticed was Ginny. The woman looked enraged and while telling her master what happened she tightened her grip, making Ginny whimper.

"This blood traitor cast the bat-bogey hex. Look what she has done!" The woman said pointing to her face.

"Calm yourself Miss Parkinson. We have to get away; Dumbledore and the teachers are on their way. Alert the others to leave now."

Handing the scared Ginny over to the death eater who held Hermione, Pansy Parkinson's mom ran down the stairs and had everyone leave. She came huffing back up to see that the others had left without her. Letting out a frustrated sigh under her breath she too apperated to the deatheaters meeting point.

She was really looking forward to tonight, for before the sun came up the four Gryffindors would be dead.

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