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A/N: Ok, thanks SOOOO much 2 my reviewers:

Redberry Greenleaf: Thanks again for reviewing. Can't wait 2 see the movie. When is it coming out? Hope u like this chapter.

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HERE GOES! (the suspense builds)...

Backup?

This is great. We're lost and have no hope of finding Pansy. Or Weasley, I suppose. This is why I prefer to work SOLO. See, it all started when Granger heard teachers coming. See, by now they knew that there were four students missing. So Granger told us to hide, and we did. Once we'd agreed it was safe, we emerged from our hiding place in the Transfiguration classroom.

Then Ginny looks around her and said "Guys, where are we?" and I looked around and found we weren't in the hall outside the classroom anymore. So Granger looked for the door, and it's not there.

Now we're totally lost and have been wandering around for what seems like hours. Potter is trying his little four point spell which isn't working, Granger is muttering to herself, Ginny is looking around like someone is stalking her, and I'm trying to figure out why the hell I decided to stick with these three retards instead of looking for Voldemort myself. Okay, not very constructive, but it's something worth considering. Then Granger gasps.

"What?" asks Potter excitedly.

"I think I know how two find Voldemort!" By now Potter has put his wand away and stopped whispering "point me" over and over again. I'm willing to try anything.

"How?" I ask. So she says:

"Do you recognize this hall?"

"Uh, no," Ginny supplys. Granger rolls her eyes.

"This is the hall outside McGonagall's class!"

"But the Dark Arts class is right there!" says Potter, pointing to one of the doors. Granger sighs loudly. She points to this painting of an old wizard.

"That painting is in the hall outside Transfiguration."

"BUT THAT DOOR IS THE DARK ARTS CLASSROOM!" I furrow my brow. Potter has a point, but so does Granger. I decide to investigate. Walking up to the door, I see the same engraving around the edge. The handle is silver as always. Potter's words echo in my mind: BUT THAT DOOR IS THE DARK ARTS CLASSROOM! That's it!

"Potter's right!" I shout, reaching for the handle. Granger sighs again.

"No but this is—"

"The hall outside Transfiguration!" I shout. She frowns.

"Your point?" I open the door. I was right. Ginny gasps. The four of us look in and see the Transfiguration classroom. I smile.

"He switched the doors around."

"Who's he?"

"Voldemort you idiot."

"The questions still remains, WHERE is he keeping them?" Granger says, as though my discovery is anything but important.

"Well," I say tauntingly, "if I were a crazed wizard, where would I go?"

"Somewhere that has access to things that could be of use to him…" Granger begins.

"THE DUNGEONS!" Ginny and I chorus. She turns red. Whatever. We race to Snape's classroom. Granger opens the door with alohamora and we're in. Well, sort of. The only problem is that Voldemort is no where in sight, and we have no idea where are friends are. At least, I don't.

"Check everywhere!" commands Granger. I head over to Snape's storage closet. It's locked. I pull out my wand and whisper alohamora. Nothing happens.

"Hey! It's locked!" I shout. Granger runs towards me. I'm giggling the handle.

"Oh move over!" She shoves me to the side. "ALOHAMORA!" Nothing. She trys a few more charms to no success.

"Now what?" asks Ginny. Potter trys a kick at the door. He's sucked in.

"HARRY!" cry Ginny and Granger. I put my hand on the wood, and I too am sucked through the wood.

Next thing I know, I'm sprawled on hard cement. Before I can blink Granger is on top of me, then Ginny. I groan – ouch. When we finally get up, we're in Snape's storage closet, but nothing is happening. Harry is standing in a corner. Ginny rushes over to him, closely followed by Granger.

"Harry! Are you okay?" They ask. Potter turns around. He's not Potter.

"Yes, I'm quite fine." Voldemort a.k.a. Tom Riddle a.ka. You-Know-Who. It's going to be a long night.

"Where's Harry?" asks Granger boldly, but I can hear her voice waver slightly.

"Right behind you." They turn around, and sure enough, Potter is right in front of me.

"Look, I don't have all night. I'd like you to release Pansy so I can go, thanks," I say.

"Of course." Two cages appear with Pansy and Weasley in them. My mouth is wide open when I see Pansy clutching Weasley tightly. This is new. She lets go of him and screams. The cages open, and the two of them tumble out. Then, just like that, they disappear.

"Where…"

"Hush. Now, I have failed to introduce myself. I'm Lord Voldemort." I have to say, he's much more intimidating in person.

"Okay, enough with familiars. What do you want?" What? Did you expect me to stand here all day?

"Well, I was kind of hoping you'd stay for tea." A scrawny man comes walking in carrying a tea tray. He's white as the Bloody Baron, and is shaking all over. Who is this guy?

"Ahh. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ginny, please meet my assistant: Peter."

"Pettigrew!" yells Potter and lunges. Pettigrew drops the tea.

"GINNY! Clean it," Voldemort orders. Meekly, Ginny murmurs a simple spell and everything is neat again.

"Thank you." (A/N: two things, one is, if you don't think my description matches Pettigrew, sorry, but just deal with it. Secondly, realize Malfoy has not made the connection that Pettigrew is Wormtail.) Pettigrew hands us tea. I study my cup as Voldemort begins to speak. It doesn't LOOK poisoned.

"Now, I'm so glad my plan worked. Ginny, it is so nice to see you again. And Harry! Harry it seems like only yesterday I saw you! But my, you've grown. And Hermione! Oh, I remember you." He turns to me. "Draco, I believe we're meeting for the first time. You know your father believes you still have potential. Getting over that nasty cold are we?" I glare at him. It's really freaky when you have never seen a guy before and he starts talking to you like he's known you all his life. Potter and his posse are looking at me like I have three heads.

"Speaking of your father, Draco, how is he? Are things going well between the two of you?" he laughs.

"How much has my father told you?" I ask bewildered.

"Not much actually. You see, that brilliant diary of yours told me many things."

"I didn't tell YOU anything."

"No. No you didn't. But Peter did."

"What?"

"Peter is Wormtail." I'm about ready to attack this guy, when he changes into a rat and scurries up to his master's shoulder. So, I've been telling Voldemort's right hand man my secrets? Not cool.

"I hear your parents are getting better at their little deceit. I'm so proud they're getting so good at acting. It will definitely benefit me." The others are looking at me like "WHAT THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT?" I shrug at them. "Not to keep you children waiting. I wasn't expecting four guests, but no matter. My latest plan. The wizarding world will be mine!" he said triumphantly. I have to wonder how many times he's been thinking this – only to be defeated by a scrawny kid with glasses.

"…With you four as hostages I can hold the wizarding world ransom.?"

"What if we don't want to be held ransom?" shouts loudmouth Granger.

"I have a backup plan in mind, so never you worry." Backup? Who was this new-and-improved Lord Voldemort?

ANOTHER cliffie. I love the suspense (well, if u could call it that) Ok, please review. Pretty please! With a cherry on top? (THIS TOOK ME WAY 2 LONG 2 GET OUT, AND I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SRRY!)