Chapter 3

AN: Hey everyone! Heres the new chapter I hope you will enjoy it I tried to make it much longer then before...but anyway enjoy!

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It was the bells that he heard first.

Harry was not really sure of where he was. One moment he had been, to his knowledge, in the ministry of magic. Dumbledore had just arrived and they where beating back the Death Eaters when...

Harry's eyes widened and a gasp was released from his mouth. "Thats right", Harry thought. He had been watching Sirius dual with his cousin Bellatrix when she had surprised him with a stunner and... and...

Tears were starting to gather in his eyes but he angerly brushed them away before they could fall. "Thats right I remember now.", He said somberly to the darkness. Sirius had fallen through the veil for all intents and purposes being killed, and in revenge Harry had killed Bellatrix. HE Harry Potter had KILLED.

A grim chuckle escaped from his lips at this. What would his friends or Dumbledore think of him now? He had cast an unforgivable successfully and not only that but it had been the worst of all three surly he would rot in Azkaban for this, probably without a trial as well. Just like Sirius...

"Sirius.", Harry whispered feeling the despair start to claw at his insides and consume him. He tried to stop it but it came anyway. First one then the other. Angerly Harry rubbed his eyes trying to get them to stop but they just kept coming and so finally he just let them fall. He sat there in the darkness that surrounded him tears running down his face but stubbornly refusing to let it all out. Nobody got anywhere if they had an emotional break down. So instead of weeping uncontrollable Harry took the time to shout he frustrations out to the dark void he found himself in.

"Whats it all for!", Harry shouted to the void his depression being tempered with his fury that had still not abated even after killing Bella. "Why did he have die! WHY! When all hes done is suffered and helped those he loved!", Harry kept his rant going for hours, though he could not tell the time it felt like hours. He ranted about his life, friends, Voldemort, Dumbledore, magic everything and when he finally ranted all he could and he was all out of rant he lay in the dark void staring up at the dark sky, or is it ceiling? Tears still fell every now and then but a quick brush from his hands made sure nothing made it onto his cheeks.

"It's not fair." Harry thought to himself allowing for a few immature thoughts to pass his mind. As the Boy who Lived everybody expected him to act all brave and mature and really right now he could care less! He was angry. Angry at Dumbledore, the Weasleys, Voldemort...everybody...even himself. The only one who he was not mad at was Sirius but then again Sirius was dead now so it was not as if it would matter anyway.

Harry was just starting to work himself up for another rant when he heard it. Bells...multiple bells all rung at the same time like from Santa's sleigh in that one movie that he had seen playing in an electronic store once. Unlike those however these rung once and then would grow quiet only to ring agin moments later. Listening carefully Harry was able to pinpoint the direction and when he turned to look all feeling escaped him.

There standing in front of him with his back turned towards Harry was Sirius wearing the raggedy robes that Harry remembered seeing him in when he first saw him in that cave.

"Sirius? Is that you!", Harry shouted out failing to keep the excitement from his voice. Sirius didn't turn around instead he started to walk away into the void. Harry scrunched his face in confusion for a moment before taking off after him. "Wait!", Harry shouted in a panic as he realized that Sirius was getting away even as he pushed himself to go faster. "Wait please!", called out Harry in desperation as he was starting to give up hope of catching him. Just as he was about to collapse everything suddenly cleared.

The dark void melted away leaving him shivering in the snow. "Snow?" Harry thought in disbelief. He glanced around quickly too see that indeed there was snow and that he could see deep dark clouds rolling in the sky as they released millions of the delicate little ice crystals. This was of little consequence when he looked in front of him however. "Bloody hell.", Harry murmured quietly in shock at seeing the huge old rickety house sprawled out in front of him. It may have been a house but obviously it was not made in England the architecture was way to out there for the English. No if Harry had to guess then it would be the Chinese...or the Japanese...whichever, Harry as many could tell you was not an expert on such matters. All of this, fascinating as it was, took second place however when he caught a brief glimpse of Sirius sliping through the front door.

Harry was many things. He was a hero, though he was loath to call himself that, a friend, a wizard, and a fifteen year old boy. A fifteen year old boy who had just seen his supposedly dead godfather who he loved dearly slip into an old mansion that looked like it fit right into place in an old samurai movie. Harry didn't even give it a second thought, that was Hermione's job anyway. as he too entered the huge building with determination etched into his face as if it were rock he failed to notice two things. The first was that in a window above him a dark figure had watched his entrance and the second was the blue tatoo that had started to form where the killing curse had grazed his arm.

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"My lord I bring news.", a death eater spoke quietly as he bowed to the figure just in front of him.

Said figure was sitting in a ripped and frayed arm chair slowly stroking the head of Nagini the serpent as his red eyed gaze never left the unconscious boy that lay on the dusty four poster not twelve feet in front of him. "What is it?" The figure, who turned out to be Voldemort, asked in a soft whisper that promised pain and death should the news not satisfy.

The death eater did not back down from his cool facade as he calmly reported. "Dumbledore and the Order have withdrawn from the ministry and have regrouped at the Black Manor it goes without saying that they know you have the boy however they believe you are the one that killed Bellatrix."

Upon hearing this a small almost silent sinister chuckle escaped from Voldemort's mouth. "Fools it will be entertaining to see the look on their faces when they learn the truth.", He paused a moment as if thinking. "Snape.", he said drawing the S out so as to sound like a serpent and increase the man's fear. "Have you checked over the boy as I asked?"

"Yes my lord.", Came the voice of Severus Snape who up till now had observed the conversation quietly in the shadows.

"Have you found the reason as to why he will not wake up?" Replied Voldemort anger easily seen in his eyes. He had wanted to enjoy torturing Potter before finally killing him. Unfortunately they could not get him to wake at all and frankly it was starting to piss him off.

"No my lord. I have tried every potion and spell I have at my disposal and still he remains unconscious however...", Here Snape faded off looking around the room as if trying to find the words.

"What is it? Spit it out I grow tired of your dwaldling." Snapped the dark lord in irritation.

"While I was examining his body I found this." Snape said as he motioned for Voldemort to look at something on Harry's right arm.

The dark lord raised an eyebrow but stood from his chair and moved to Snape's side and bent down to get a better look. His eyes widened in silent shock at seeing a depiction of a snakes head biting...something on Harry's arm. "What is that?", Asked Voldemort failing to keep the interest from his voice or eyes.

"I don't know. But I can tell you this. Whatever it is it was not there five minutes ago."

"And the other?" Voldemort asked

"Its spreading." Snape finished, and as if to illustrate the point suddenly the snake had a neck.

"Snape.", Voldemort whispered so as not to alert the other death eater. "I want you to research this. Try to find any information you can."

"At once my lord."

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"Uh...wher...where am I?" was the first thing that came to Mio's mind as consciousness returned. It didn't take long to realize, to her horror, that she was lying in the prison cell in the basement of the Kurosawa mansion...which was back in All Gods Village and from the way it looked things were bad. When Mio had left the curse had been broken and the buildings had lost their protection to time's destructive grasp. But from the look of this cell she was back in the village. Not only that but it seemed that the curse had not been broken at all...Mio brought her hands up to her neck to trace out the red mark of a butterfly, the mark of all the remaining. Mio glanced right to left panic starting to grip her as she looked for anything...anything...anything at all that would prove this was all just a bad dream. But no matter where she looked everything was just how she remembered it. But now she did not have the Camera Obscura, which had disappeared after she had been rescued. Thats when she saw it.

It had been just out of the corner of her eye but she had still caught it. A brief flash of red. Turning quickly in that direction she was confronted with a a sight she was all too familiar with.

A Crimson Butterfly fluttering in the air not three inches from her nose. It hovered there for a moment before flying over and landing on the lock which kept Mio from escaping. There was a click and the door swung slowly open. "M...M...Mayu is that you?" Mio asked hope shining in her eyes.

The butterfly said nothing simply took off and headed down a hallway before flying around the corner and disappearing.

"Mayu wait!", cried Mio as she took off deeper into the mansion after the butterfly completely disregarding the fact that if she was attacked by an evil spirit she would not have the exercismal powers of the Camera Obscura to keep her alive this time.

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"Mr Amakura? Your Mr. Amakura correct?", The doctor who had just come from Mio's room asked Kei, who had been sitting in a chair in the hospital lobby.

"Yes thats me. How's Mio? Will she be alright?", Kei asked worry evident in his voice and posture. The search parties had yet to locate Mayu and now there was a problem with Mio.

"We found nothing wrong with her physically however we still can't determine why she won't wake up." The doctor replied as calmly as doctors always do.

"So if nothings wrong why won't she wake up?", Kei asked trying to keep his voice calm but the panic was starting to seep through the facade.

"As I said we can't determine that until we do more extensive tests however we did find something on her left arm." The doctor said.

"Really?", Kei asked hope lighting in his eyes. "What was it?"

"Nothing really just a small tatoo of some kind of tree branch. Do you know how long she's had it?" The doctor asked while pulling out a pin and paper to record anything said.

"No...not really. I didn't know she got a tatoo...her mother would through a fit if she knew." Kei said almost as an afterthought, his mind already somewhere else.

"Yes well we are going to keep her here over night and if nothing changes then we will send her to a hospital in Tokyo to test her extensively. As it stands all we are able to do here is an X-ray." The doctor said after putting his pen and paper back into one of his coat pockets.

"Thank you for the help doctor. I really appreciate it." Kei said, his mind still in the clouds. He was sure he had heard of a case like this happening before.

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Harry hated the dark. A lot of people thought it obsured but what with living with a borderline negligent family for most of his childhood and then having his life constantly in danger from a dark lord out for his blood along with his own private army Harry felt justified in feeling insecure in the dark.

Not that the hallway he was now in was completely pitch black. In fact there were several candles sitting on top of the old half rotted dressers and trunks that blocked the passageway. But if anything that made the whole seen ten times creepier then Harry thought a hallway had any right to be. Sure the candles provided enough light to see comfortably but it also left many ominous shadows stretched out on the walls. Still low light that gave off shadows of doom and gloom was far better then not being able to see at all in his opinion. But just in case Harry made sure his wand was safely gripped in his right hand before even starting down the hall.

The hallway was not that long so it took him no time at all to come to a divide in the path. He could either continue going straight...or he could go to the right and see what nasties lay for him there. It was times like this that Harry let his age show in deciding that going right would be in his best interests, not that he knew that of course. However his choice was taken from him when he heard a scream come from the other path that lead further down the hall.

Harry knew that it was not a good idea for him to go and see who, or what was causing all the racket. But if someone besides himself was here and was in trouble he couldn't just leave them to die in this God forsaken place and what if it was Sirius? Harry doubted that it was seeing as the scream had been way to high pitched to belong to the male side of the gender but still Harry had never actually heard Sirius scream so he couldn't really be sure.

Mustering as much bravery as he could while standing in a hallway that seemed to be specially designed to creep people out Harry made sure he had a firm grip on his wand before heading down farther into the hallway until he came to a door that looked like it had seen better days and was about to fall off its hinges right then and there. Not even pausing to think of what he might encounter Harry through the door open with such force that in impacted and bounced off the wall. Inside all could see was a bunch of walls that looked to have been made with some kind of thin paper and again there was the creepy candle light. Harry studied the room for a moment before he noticed that one of the paper walls had a wooden divider in the middle of it and upon further investigation found it to be a door. But when he tried to open it he was met with failure as the door opened only enough for him to peek thought. Sighing in frustration at the crappy state the house was in Harry gripped the wooden hinges and with all the strength he could ripped the paper door from its hinges.

A moment later Harry really wished he had thought to look before he leapt.

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AN: OKAY! Thats chapter one! I made This one longer so I ope you like it! I'm trying to get used to writing long chapters because I'm usually to impatient to continue anything of any stretch in time but anyway...review and tell me what you think! I am also still looking for a beta so if anyone wants the job please e-mail me!