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Note: I know Volemort has seven Horcruxes in the book, but in my version he only has one more remaining. OK? So no flames please on how dumb I am for not knowing that.

Chapter 11

Pasha sat stonily in a wooden chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. Harry sat next to her. She silently reflected on everything Dumbledore had told her. She would have to go into hiding after she left Hogwarts. The Dark Lord would be after her, and she knew exactly what he did to those who betrayed him. Pasha had told Dumbledore everything she knew of Voldemort, and everything he had taught her. The Dark Lord had taught her everything he knew of the Dark Arts, although, now that she thought about it, she didn't know why. He wasn't one to share his secrets with anyone, much less her.

"So how many of those Horcruxes does Voldemort have?" asked Harry, breaking the silence.

Pasha had told him and Dumbledore about the Dark Lord's Horcruxes. "Only one more. He used one the night you defeated him."

"So he's still immortal," said Harry, sighing.

Suddenly, the door to the office burst open and a breathless Professor McGonagall entered.

"Headmaster," she said in a panicked voice, "Death Eaters! In the castle!"

All three of them bolted up from their chairs.

"You two stay here," said Dumbledore, following Professor McGonagall out the door. "There are members of the Order here, we will take care of it."

Pasha and Harry followed him out, despite his order.

"They killed my parents, Professor!" said Pasha, looking at him defiantly, "I have a right to go."

Dumbledore studied her for a few seconds before nodding. "I understand you're pain Pasha. He has tricked you and stolen you're childhood, so I will let you go. But you must promise me not to do anything reckless. The Death Eaters are dangerous, as you of all people must know."

Pasha nodded and gave him her word. They followed Professor McGonagall towards the sounds of fighting coming from a distant corridor. Finally, rounding a corner, Pasha entered into a world of chaos. The narrow corridor, barely wide enough for two people to walk abreast, was full of people aiming colored jets of lights at each other. Pasha could make out the Death Eaters by their dark, cloaked figures. About a dozen lay slumped on the ground. There were only a few of them remaining. Beside her, Harry gasped and clutched at his scar.

"He's here. Voldemort."

"That can't be," said Pasha. Why would he risk his life trying to get her? Even if he did have another Horcrux...

Dumbledore and McGonagall had already rushed into the fray, helping Professor Middleweek who was fighting off two Death Eaters. Pasha could see Hermione, Ron, and Neville dodging hexes sent their way while aiming some of their own. A Death Eater shot a jet of green light at Pasha, but she ducked out of the way just in time. A curse hit the Death Eater in the back and he crumpled to the ground.

"Thank-" Pasha began, but stopped when she realized who it was. Voldemort. Standing right in front of her, his piercing red eyes glaring at her.

Pasha could feel hate welling up inside her. All of her old resentment towards Dumbledore was now redirected towards Voldemort. He was the one who had killed her parents. Not just her parents either, but countless other people. And now he had come to ruin the new life she had come to know and love.

"You have betrayed me," he hissed.

Everything had gone quiet: all the Death Eaters had been defeated. Voldemort was now surrounded.

"You killed my parents!" Pasha screamed at him, seething with hate. "You erased my memory!"

"Indeed I did."

If Pasha hadn't been so angry, she would have noticed something suspicious about his calm manner. But from within the grip of rage, she hardly noticed.

"You're parents were fools. I offered them a place in my army, power, wealth, but they rejected it. You could be great too Pasha. Come join me, don't end up like your parents."

Without hesitating, Pasha lifted her wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

Green light shot out of her wand and just a millisecond after it hit Voldemort, killing him, Pasha screamed. Pain erupted from the very core of her being, as if part of herself was being ripped away. She fell into a world of blackness.

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She blinked, not knowing where she was. She felt something move under her hand and looked down. To her surprise, she saw that instead of a hand, a dust-colored paw. But why should she be surprised? She had had it all her life. The tiny mouse squirmed again. It had looked so scrumptious before, but now she felt sorry for it. She lifted her paw and watched it scurry away. A man with scraggly gray hair rounded a corner just in time to see her let the mouse go. He said something. Even though she couldn't understand him, she knew it was about the mouse. After all, Mrs. Norris was a very smart cat.

I know you're thinking WTF? But never fear, it will all be explained later. And I know that in the OTHER prophecy that Harry is the one who is supposed to kill Voldemort ... and he will! Haha I'm just confusing you. Just keep reading and everything will become clear.

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