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A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. You guys rock! I would have updated sooner but I've had school and work, and I've been sick so it's all just a big mess.

Chapter 2

"Tom Riddle," The figure turned out to be a boy around Bolt's age. His face was pale but handsome and he was wearing a Hogwarts uniform.

"Nice to meet you," Bolt said dryly.

"So you're the great Harry Potter," he bent down and looked over Bolt.

"Oh great. Wizard Groupies." He rolled his eyes. "Look I need to get Blondie," He nodded at her. "Some help."

He looked down at Blondie with a slight smile on his lips. "She's almost gone. I can feel it."

Bolt stood up very slowly, not taking his eyes of Tom for a second. "What have you done to her?" His voice was a low growl.

"She was a fifthly muggle who's name will go down in history books as the one who gave her life to resurrect Lord Voldemort."

"Voldemort's dead. I defeated him so I should know." Bolt said.

Tom chuckled and pulled out a wand. Bolt braced himself for a spell being shot at him but instead Tom was writing in the air. The words sparkled and shone as they floated in the air.

Tom Marvolo Riddle

With a wave of his wand the shinning letters moved around to form a new sentence.

I am Lord Voldemort

"You're Voldemort?" Bolt scoffed. "You don't look that scary."

Tom wasn't pleased by Bolt's lack of fear and respect. He raised him wand and shouted "Crucio"

In that moment Bolt felt the most searing pain he had felt. He was the kind of person who hated to give someone the satisfaction of making him cry/beg/scream. But he was doing it all right now. Crying, begging and screaming for Tom to stop.

"Am I scary enough for you now?" Tom asked as the pain ceased and Bolt lagged to the ground.

He went to get his own wand and cursed. He'd left it upstairs with the portkey. He'd have to run. Not that it mattered to him. He wasn't a righteous person; he'd run when he knew he was beat. He had two choices: Run, grab the portkey and come back and get Blondie OR Grab Blondie and drag her to the Portkey. Either way it involved a lot of work on Bolt's part.

He looked around the basement. It was damp and dark filled with many objects. It would be easy to play 'cat and mouse' with Tom and manage to escape.

He grabbed Tom by the legs and tripped him. He jumped up and for the exit. Tom shouted and something went whizzing past his ear.

"Fuck me." Bolt groaned and darted sideways into the land of shadows where Tom couldn't see him.

"Aren't you such a little hero?" Tom taunted. "You're going to leave your girlfriend for dead and let me rise again without a fight? Your parents would be so ashamed."

Bolt was backtracking behind the mounds of objects towards Blondie. He'd decided that it was too dangerous to leave her there.

Tom had left Blondie's body and was walking towards where he thought Bolt was hiding. Bolt looked over at Blondie and saw that Dobby was standing over her. He pointed wildly at Tom, then something at his feet that Bolt couldn't see and then Blondie.

Bolt stepped forward to see the second thing Dobby was pointing at and saw a tattered old book. He lifted it up and flicked the pages. They were damp and he accidentally tore one. He heard Tom gasp at the same time and looked over at him. Tom was clutching his arm in pain. Bolt had an idea. It was stupid, wild and impossible but he tried it anyway.

He ripped a page out of the diary.

Tom buckled to his knees and let out a hiss. Bolt looked down at the diary and grinned wickedly. He clasped a handful of pages and pulled. Tom had seen him but the pain was slowing him down. Bolt ripped as many pages as he could before attempting to rip the diary in half. He couldn't do it though, it was too strong. He saw Tom lift his wand and Bolt later told Blondie that what he did then was out of pure adrenaline.

He tore the book in half.

Tom howled and toppled to the ground. Light was protruding from his body. He was no longer moving. His body enveloped into a beam of light and he was gone.

Bolt kneeled down next to Blondie who's eyes snapped open and she let out a small gasp.

"I knew you'd get me," She whispered as Bolt lifted her to her feet.

"Come on, we have to get out of here." He said.

Pulling Blondie through the massive corridors of the Malfoy Mansion, Bolt was in his area. He was so used to being chased as a street kid.

"Bolt where are we?" Blondie asked as he pulled her around a sharp corner.

"It doesn't matter. We're escaping and we don't have to come back!" Bolt called as he pushed open the large study doors.

He began to move forward until he slid to a halt. The wand and the portkey were not there and Lucius Malfoy was not on the floor where he'd left him.

"Looking for something?" A cold voice drawled.

Bolt turned and pulled Blondie close to him. Standing with his face bright red from burns was Lucius Malfoy. He had Bolt's wand in hand and was twirling it.

"Looks like you're backed into a corner aren't you Mr. Potter?" He smiled. "And you went to so much trouble getting here."

Bolt was clinging to Blondie. He wanted to protect her. It was his fault she'd been dragged into this mess.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just leave Blondie out of this." He cried. He'd make a bargain. Whatever happened he needed to get Blondie back to Lucky. He'd take care of her. He loved her.

"You're not in much of a bargaining position." Lucius said. "In fact you are more of a begging position."

"He's not begging!" Blondie cried. "I'm not either so do your worst!"

He laughed and cupped his hand under Blondie's chin. "You pathetic muggle. You talk brave now but you won't when you feel this." He pointed the wand at her and began to speak but Bolt didn't hear the words. He released Blondie and jumped forward pounding Lucius hard.

Bolt wrapped his hands around his neck and put his full weight on his chest. He was breathing hard. No one was going to die because of him. He'd didn't want that on his conscious.

"Are you going to kill me?"

The words lingered in the air. Blondie looked from Bolt to Lucius. Bolt knew this man had almost killed Blondie but did that warrant Bolt killing him. An eye for an eye as the saying went.

"Are you going to beg me?" Bolt asked, his voice full of venom.

"I will do whatever you ask," Bolt squeezed harder on his windpipe.

"Do you know where Zazza is?"

"No" Lucius croaked. "I was only given the girl and the instructions to give her the diary."

He squeezed harder. "Who else would know?"

"Snape…." His words were forced. He didn't have much breath left.

"Where is the portkey?"

"In……the pocket…..of my robe….."Bolt decided he wouldn't kill him. Instead he slammed his head hard against the floor. He felt around in his robes and found the portkey.

"Hold onto this," He instructed to Blondie. She obliged and he tapped it with his wand. A pull on his navel and they were off………………..

A dull thud awoke Lucky from his slumber. He sat up and peered across the dark warehouse.

"Who's there?" He asked.

"Who the fuck do you think it is?" Bolt's voice answered.

"Did you get Blondie?" He asked as his eye began to adjust to the light.

"Hell yeah he did." Blondie's voice was like music to his ears. His eyes had adjusted and he could see the outlines of two people near him.

He threw his arms around the one he thought was Blondie. He knew it was her when she giggled. He kissed her gently and Bolt groaned.

"You better not be making out!"

"Try and stop us!" Blondie cackled.

Bolt smiled. It was good to have her back. Now he had to formulate a plan to get Snape…

Remus was flicking through the essays that he and Sirius were supposed to mark together. Only Sirius had decided that he didn't want to do anything until they found Harry.

He'd disappeared to the ministry, as there had been another sighting of him. He wondered if it were as unlikely as him being in Mexico.

The fireplace flared up and Sirius stumbled out of it.

"Any news?" He asked, not looking up from the essays.

"He and Lucky broke into Borgin and Burkes and the Malfoy Manor!" Sirius cried. "He beat Borgin to a pulp and almost murdered Lucius Malfoy."

Remus looked up and saw how distressed Sirius was. "Was there any reason?"

Sirius shook his head. "Malfoy and Borgin both said that Harry and Lucky had bloodshot eyes. They think he was on drugs!"

Remus bit his lip. "It would make sense but…"

"But what?" Sirius demanded.

"But why would he target those two people? What possible reasoning could there be?"

"I don't know!" Sirius cried. "He was on drugs. They do that to you. We have to get him back before he destroys himself." Sirius collapsed on the couch.

"He'll be alright." Remus said but doubted his own words. "We'll get him back."