Chapter 17

A/N: I like having people review, so thanks! This chapter has a very large surprise in it. A VERY large surprise in it. You have to read to find out what it is…

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Klaus, Violet, Dumbledore and Snape landed in a large pile on the ground. When Harry opened his eyes, everything was spinning; he was still quite dizzy from spinning. The desk flew over them and smashed into the ground, sending pieces of wood flying in all directions. Harry slowly stood.

"Wow. I don't think I have ever spun that fast before." Ron was saying as he stood next to Harry. Harry wasn't listening though. He was too busy feeling very sad to be where he was. He had been right where they were going to land though.

Nothing like being back at the Graveyard.

"Eeee… So this is where you were in your fourth year?" Violet asked, sounding a little disgusted as she ran her finger over the top of one of the gravestones.

"Yep." Harry said. He looked around. There was the giant statue that had been holding him, there was the grave of Tom Riddle, and there still seemed to be a burnt spot on the ground where the cauldron had set when Wormtail brought Voldemort back to life. Dumbledore walked over and put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Err… it is really uncomfortable being here again." Harry said.

"I guessed so." Dumbledore responded. Harry walked over to where he had first seen Wormtail walk out holding Voldemort. He slowly pushed the door open. Ha. It was nothing but a mere living space. A small, tatter old leather couch, and a fireplace. The floor was made of stone, and so were the walls. Harry stepped in. His scar throbbed a little. He walked over to the fireplace. There was a cauldron and a few pans lying on the floor. He peered into one of them.

"Ew." He said to himself, as he turned away from the rotting rabbit.

"So, I wonder where Voldemort is." Harry jumped. He turned around. Snape was examining the walls.

"Couldn't say that I know." Harry said coldly. He didn't mean to, he was just a little annoyed.

"Like you would." Snape hissed under his breath.

"What was that?" Harry asked. Snape turned around, a smirk covering his face.

"I said, like you would."

"Like I would what?"

"Like you would actually know where Voldemort is." Harry glared at Snape. Harry knew Snape's kindness wouldn't last long. Snape was back to himself. Dumbledore and the others walked in.

"Well, Voldemort is nowhere to be found. We'll have to stay here for the night." Dumbledore told them.

"Voldemort id nowhere?" Harry asked.

"Nowhere to be seen." Dumbledore said with a small smile. "Now come, we should get some rest."

"But shouldn't one of us stay up? What If Voldemort shows up?" Klaus asked.

"I'll stay up." Harry said.

"OK, then." Dumbledore said. "Are you sure?" Harry nodded. "Good, now everyone can just find somewhere…" Everyone began moving around. Eventually, everyone was sitting somewhere on the floor. Harry said goodnight, and sat down outside the doorway, leaving the door a crack open.

After what seemed to have been two hours, all Harry could hear was snoring. And the sounds of people moving slightly as they slept. Harry was getting tiered. He began to drift to sleep…

"Has sa sieth, assa shi ethia…" Harry sat up fast, breathing deeply. The sound of a Parclemouth rung in his ears. He stood up and looked around him, looking for Voldemort. But why would Voldemort say, 'Come out of hiding, we want to save Sunny'? Suddenly he heard the hissing sound again. "Ess isthy, shi sha ha, assi ay…" Or, 'Do not be in fear, for in spite, you may win.' "Has issi, sha heis iway sa hi…" Or, 'But tarry not, for we will search and kill.' Harry, now breathing a little to fast, realized where the sound was coming from. From inside the hut. Crud! Voldemort got passed me! Harry thought. He pulled out his wand, and pushed the door open. Harry almost said the killing curse, but realized that Voldemort was not there. Everyone was still asleep. He looked around, confused. Then it started again, "Has isay, isethea sahi has iea…" Or, 'Your time will come, sooner than you think'. "I sayhasiia, ess kasahea." Or, 'We will kill you, Voldemort.' Harry followed the sound. He inched closer and lowered the lighted tip of his wand so he could see whom it was speaking. Harry's heart began thumping horribly fast.

It was Snape.

Harry backed away. His heart was racing and breathing was fast. He just kept backing away, his hands shaking and his legs trembling. He suddenly tripped over someone and landed with a loud thud onto the floor. Hermione, who he had tripped over, woke up. Harry continued to back away until he hit the wall. Everyone else woke up too from the noise of Harry falling.

"Harry? Are you OK?" Hermione asked, looking worried as she stared at Harry. Harry stared at Snape, and did not look away.

"S- s- s- Snape- he is- is- is a…" Harry staggered.

"Is a what?" Snape asked coldly, but Harry heard the bit of nervousness in his voice.

"Is- is a Parclemouth." Harry finished. There was a series of gasps. Everyone looked at Snape. He had gone very pale in the face.

A/N: Bum, bum, bum… Is Snape really the Parclemouth? Where is Voldemort? All in the next chapter…