Disclaimer: Harry Potter... Owned by us? Hahahahaha! Don't make me laugh!

(I also don't own 'Where's Wally?')

Author's Note: I am X'andirth hear me roar! I have return-ed to continue with the next part of this story! continue story dance and in regard to the last chapter: Cooties, Amber? What are we? 6?

I just realised how short these chapters are... hmmmm...

The black-cloaked and masked figures half dragged Harry through the relatively unknown-by-Harry place, occasionally they would stop and crucio him to give him some incentive to get a move on. Sometimes they stopped to crucio him for the fun of it. Harry realised that his captives were Death Eaters, which meant that he must be in... Voldemort's hideout... Harry gasped in surprise and alarm. Finally after what felt like at least 3 minutes (!) Harry and his drivers reached a door. One of the Death Eaters raised his hand and knocked reverently on it, as though it was the door to a church. Harry looked at the door. It was actually quite a boring door... just wooden and door-like... with a tarnished handle... and a spy-hole. Harry was wondering just who had a spy hole in their doors these days, when it opened in a slow and sinister way. Or what would have been sinister if there hadn't been someone behind it grunting as they tried to pull the door open slowly and sinisterly. Harry thought that the overall effect was ruined.

When the door finished opening and the grunter behind it was panting in exertion they entered. Many Death Eaters were in the room and watching them come in, most of them were smirking or looking smug or laughing at him to themselves. One of them was trying to pick his nose without being noticed or removing his mask - an adventurous feat. Harry looked past the numerous Death Eaters, which reminded him of a page in a Where's Wally book. (Y'know the ones where there are all the Wally and Co. impersonators and you have to find the real Wally?) Harry's breath caught in his throat as he looked at the throne at the back (or front, depends on which way you look at it) of the room. Voldemort was trying to majestic however his smugness was showing through.

"Bring him to me" The Dark Lord ordered.

Harry was dragged to the base of the dais and dumped unceremoniously at Voldemort's feet. Shaking, the Boy-who-had-a-feeling-he-wasn't-going-to-live-much-longer looked up into Voldemort's... errr... face. He was smirking.

"Crucio" Voldemort hissed, gleefully. Finally he had the boy, finally he was going to be in control, and finally Dumbledore was going to get what was coming to him. He watched Harry writhe about in agonising pain for some time. There was nothing like the power torturing people gave him. Finally he got a bit bored with torturing and decided to get right on with gloating.

"No doubt you are wondering why you are here Potter" said Voldemort as he raised the curse of him. "And I will grace you with that knowledge because it will do you no good knowing." Harry didn't respond. He was too busy trying to recover from the curse. Voldemort scowled, his already creepy face becoming creepier when he did so.

"Crucio" his hissed once more, annoyed at this little worm or existence.

"You Potter, are a verruca on the foot of existence. You and that fool Dumbledore. And today is the day that you both will be out of my life forever, leaving me to become, DARK LORD VOLDEMORT!" he laughed for quite a while, revelling in his 'new title' while Harry continued screaming in agony while under the curse.

Rising to his feet he lifted the curse and looked down at Harry, he is going to be easier to break than I thought.

"Today Potter will be the end for you," he pointed his wand at Harry and forced him to his feet, reaching out with his left hand he held it just before Harry's scar.

"Watch, my loyal followers, as the Wizarding Worlds saviours fall. Reaching forward he touched Harry's scar and took control over the boy's mind and body. There was a moment of blackness, and then he was looking at himself, his wand still raised. Carefully he reached out and took his own wand, turning around he could feel Harry trying to push Voldemort from his mind, it's pointless fighting boy, my power is too great for you.

"I shall return" he said to his Death Eaters and then apparated as close to Hogwarts as he could manage.

Today both Harry and Dumbledore would be out of his way. And about time too.