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Sorry it took me so long to update. I got caught up in assignment deadlines and then holiday fun. Here is the long awaited chapter 9.

Chapter 9: Spanish Inquisition

He gasped as he slowly turned back to his old self. Now without glasses everything was blurry. He could vagueely see Hermione pointing her wand at him.

"No, damn it," Slytherin Harry cursed.

"What being a dissobedient Death Eater?" Fred laughed sadistically. Slytherin Harry glared at him. Hermione was afraid.

"I am not a Death Eater," Slytherin Harry protested.

"Then why the mark?" Hermione asked. Her wand pressed against his neck. Harry looked up at her from his seat.

"If you must know I used the mark in order to defeat Voldemorte," Harry spat. Everyone gasped, Hermione looked at him in awe.

"Really, how?" Ginny asked.

"I made him come to me. The mark works two ways you can either call or be called. I had a trap set up for him, he thought I was on his side. But I am never on anyones side," Slytherin Harry snarled.

"That's quite clever," Hermione admitted.

"Slytherins are well known for their cunning," Slytherin Harry smirked. His eyes were watering from the pain of being called by Voldermorte. It was a feeling he thought would never return, at least in his lifetime. They could see his face contort in pain. Ginny felt pitty for him, as evil Harry still looked so much like the boy she loved. No one could bring themselves to hurt him anymore since the pain of being called was obviously so great.

"You cannot go to him. Our Harry is not allied with Voldemorte. If you do it will cause chaos," Hermione said.

"Don't you think I bloody well know that? I am above him, I could call him here if I wanted to," Harry snarled.

"You better not," George yelled.

Mrs. Weasley untied one of Harry's hands and handed him a dreamless sleep potion.

"Drink it, it will stop you from being called," she said. Without question Harry drunk the potion. Anything was better than the pan he was in, even death. The moment he swallowed he fell asleep. Then Mrs. Weasley tied the boy up again. Hermione used her mobile to call the Summers' residence and inform them of the latest development.

Ginny took the first watch over Harry, her wand at the ready. It was nearly midnight, she was getting pretty tired. But would let no one else take over. Harry stirred and slowly woke up, he could see someone watching him.

"Is it a Granger or a Weasley?" he asked.

"You cannot see me?" Ginny asked.

"No, I left my glasses at the Malfoys," Harry shook his head.

"Good that means you won't be able to escape easily. I am Ginny."

"I am sorry."

"For what?"

"I couldn't save you."

"When?" Ginny was intrigued. She never thought a Slytherin could show remorse. Harry almost sounded like the Gryffindor she knew.

"In the Chamber of Secrets Riddle killed you and came back to life. That's where I pretended to be allied to him. It was either that or be eaten alive. But I got revenge for everyone in the end," he said wearily.

"In our world you did save me."

"Oh," Slytherin Harry said. He could think of nothing more to say after that. This was the sister of his enemy, who had been dead for several years. It was like speaking to a ghost. Ginny fell asleep, but Harry did not bother trying to escape. They were onto his plan and he could make no more trouble for Gryffindor Potter. Suddenly he felt homesick for those who feared and respected him, for a world without Voldemorte. The night took forever to end.