Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter and the other characters. If you sue me, you will get 1p, so it's not worth it. I use characters for their own good, and I am not making any money out of this. I write to entertain.

A/N: Hello! How are you? Thing is, I actually cannot remember what I have been writing, so I'll just go and check it out... this chapter should be longer than the rest, maybe continuing to be longer...

Right I'm back! Hope you loved the ending to my awesome Chapter 7! Yes, there will be autographs later...

Harry: Right. I'm pissed off with you.

Prongsharry:Why?

Harry: Well, not you exactly...I just hate my life!

Prongsharry: Tough. Chapter 8, here we come!


Harry dragged himself out of bed, and ran down the stairs, while Sirius called,

"Hurry up, squirt! Someone's here to see you!"

Harry stopped before he got into the kitchen of 12, Grimmauld Place. He opened the door, and stepped in. Harry gasped as a young man got up from his chair.

"Harry Potter. So long it has been since I first heard of your miraculous escape from Voldemort. I have always wanted to meet you, however, he killed me before I could. You see, I destroyed a horcrux of his. Slytherin's locket. And it wasn't the fact that He made a new horcrux that made the veil destroy itself. It was the recent coming of yours to the cave where I imrisoned the fake locket, so that if Voldemort came to retrieve it, he would not find anything different about the cave. I was there when he planted it, and set the Inferi on. Therefore, I was the only one who could get across the cave lake safely, put my hand into the potion, and destroy the locket, then get back across the lake, with no Inferi to attack me, or sending no warning to Voldemort himself. I knew another way in. I knew how to block the Inferi. Mind you they would not have attacked me, because..." Regulus suddenly collapsed on the floor, panting.

"Never take my footsteps, and gain the Dark Mark. It is painful. I feel my Dark Lord himself calling to me, now."

"Your Dark Lord? What do you speak of, my brother?" Asked Sirius.

"I speak of he-who-must-not-be-named, still known to me as the Dark Lord. I cannot forget my days of servitude to him. I hate him, yet he is still the Dark L:ord, because I, although am not his servant, I have his mark, therefore, I cannot call him but the Dark Lord. He still longs for me to be in his clutches, yet I do not wish to be, so he sends out a way of catching me every so often. He would kill me if he saw me, therefore, I do not answer to his calls. It grieves me deeply to think of someone who cannot love. Therefore, I do not wish to join him once again."

Harry sat back in silence, taking it all in. He realised why his love was his power. Voldemort was not created by love. He was created by a love potion. Therefore, he could not love anyone without a love potion. And, if he gave Voldemort an antidote to love potion it could kill him. Well, that was the theory.


Harry walked down Diagon Alley to Madame Malkins' robe shop. Then, as he was walking past Fred and George's joke shop, some one pulled him into ribcracking hug.

"HARRY! Oh, you're alright! You've been all over the newspapers." Mrs Weasley produced a copy of the daily prophet. A picture of Harry was on the fronts as always in the wizarding world, moving. Harry grinned at it.

"Well, I'm here now. The search will have to end pretty soon, or the whole world will end up searching for this random boy who's actually alive, and right under their very noses." Harry concluded, as Mrs Weasley danced into the shop, bringing Fred and George with her.

"Harry! Didn't think we'd be seeing you for quite some time after this hunt for you. How's Dumbledore?"

"Still dead."

"Harry? We saw him! Don't tell us you've gone mad. Pleeeeeease Harry!"

"Ok, I explain all. This is confusing, but hey. Voldemort... " Harry stopped as Mrs Weasley and the twins covered their ears. "Look! This guy thinks he's sumpreme being, so we should all stop "respecting" him, and just use his name like he's some ordinary guy! Anyway, Voldemort took possesion of Dumbledore's dead body, and used it so he could find out everything about us. He now knows everything about us, and he's going to undermine the whole world, and destroy everyone in sight. Great."

Mrs Weasley and the twins looked at Harry with their mouths open.

"How do you know all this?" Asked Fred.

"I worked it out. It was pretty..." Harry ducked as Mrs Weasley shot a stunner at him. Heran down Diagon Alley as fast as his legs would take him.

"Protego!" Yelled Harry as jinx after jinx flew after him. He pointed his wand at the wall, and the wall moved to let him through. It closed after him, and Harry leant on the counter.

"Butterbeer?" Asked Tom.

"Yeah, please."

Harry drank the Butterbeer quickly, and swallowed afterwards.

"Now, what's you be doing here?" Asked Tom, "Run away from school, by any chance? You're all over the news!"

"I had no choice. I don't even know how i got out of school. I just kinda, disappeared,I guess. I knpow you can't apparate withgin Hogwarts, but this, woah, was just too scary for words."

Suddenly, Harry gasped. There was beginning to be a grey tinge in Tom's skin. His hair started to fall out, and dissolve into nothing. Harry went for the door while the Polyjuice potion wore off Tom. He ran out of the door and into the street. He ran past all the astonished shoppers, and past the canival. He ran to the telephone box Mr. Weasley had taken them all in so many years ago. He dialled62442.

"Name?" Asked the operator.

"Harry Potter."

"What is your buisness here at the ministry?"

"Need to see Arthur Weasley."

The machine spat out the badge, and the floor lowered.


"So, Harry. You're telling me that Diagon Alley is raided by Death Eaters pretending to be my wife and my sons. I think we shouild take you to St. Mungo's, Harry, you must be hallucinating."

"I'm not!" Spluttered Harry, "I saw this, all the shopkeepers saw this. Unless, they are under the Imperius curse. And Tom was definately Voldemort, and I am going to call him VOLDEMORT, because I saw the polyjuice wear off."

Arthur Weasley leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"Harry. I'm not saying I don't believe you. I'm just saying you should be a little more careful with who you tell your information to. I am saying that I think that you are lying to me."

Harry shook his head, and screwed up his face.

"I have no choice, Harry. It is quite an unbelievable story. Imperio." He flicked his wand almost lazily. "There has been no attack on Diagon Alley. Believe it."

"NO! NEVER!"

"Harry, you cannot. You cannot say no. Jump onto the desk."

Harry stayed motionless, his face blank. Just jump, Harry. Just jump.

No. No. No. Never. Don't jump. Don't say yes. Say no.

No."

"What?"

"No."

"Harry, you cannot refuse me. Say yes. It's easy. Just say yes."

"NO!"

"Harry, you have to. Do not wind me up."

"I will wind you up, then."

"Fucking hell."

"Shut your foul mouth."

"Do not tell me to do that Harry."

"I will, and I can. Shut your mouth."

"Harry?"

The Arthur Weasley in front of him crashed to the ground.

"Tonks!"

"Harry, we have to get you out of here. Death Eaters are on our trail. Well, move!"

They ran down the corridor, as fast as they could, running until they got to Tonks' office.

"Stay here. Wait for me. I have your broom, and Invisibilty cloak. I also have one for me, courtesy of the staff imprisoned in the dungeons of Hogwarts. We must get out, Harry."

"Sure, whatever." As soon as she had disappered inside, Harry realised he was vunerable to anyone, and anything. He sensed heat coming from the end of the corridor, and he saw the flames racing towards him. Wandless magic. Come on. He started to run knowing there was no other way out. Suddenly he looked behind him, and saw that the flames had stopped, and were almost bowing down to him. Woah. What happened there?

"Master of Fire, step into us, and we will give you sumpreme power. Our master died, he named you as our new master. Please free us from..."

"Come on Harry!" Yelled Tonks, "No time to lose!"

Harry pulled himself away from the fire's whisper, and ran with Tonks. They ran into Arthur Weasley's office, where the Death Eater lay crumpled in a heap. They jumped out of the "window" into a passage with narrow rails.

"Gringotts." Tonks explained hurridly, "It's a fake window. It's quite handy for escaping. We have to get out of here, fast. Up here."

They ran up the dark passage way, when all of a sudden, they heard a roar, and a clatter, then realised the noise had stopped.

"Ok, the passages are quite big. If we hide here," Tonks pointed to a little alcove in the side,"Then we can stay here for a bit, until the carriage has gone past. With new security, it might be a little hard to get out, but I think Bill Weasley's on the door today."

The roar began again, and a cart rattled past them at high speed, holding one goblin, and one person. They carried on up the passage, and soon they could see light. Bill's face loomed up at them. He nodded, and let them past.

Harry sank back in his chair, at 12, Grimmauld Place. There had been a raid. Sirius had stunned the two Deatheaters that had come. They were now in Azkaban. There was no way that Harry could get back to Hogwarts now.Hogwarts had been ransacked in a raid, it was said by Voldemort himself, and a few other Deatheaters. He felt almost like crying. Some pupils had been killed, others stunned, captured. A lucky few had escaped- Ginny, Ron, Seamus, Neville, Hermione, and one that Harry had never thought of, Cedric Diggory. (But he's DEAD! said Harry) Those who had been captured would be tortured. It was rumored that Voldemort was looking for Harry himself. He had killed anyone remotely like for fear that it was him.