(A/N: Sorry this took so long, but it wasn't my fault, I couldn't upload for some reason. Every time I submitted the document, it would say that an error occurred. Sorry about that, and of all times for this to happen, it happens during one of the most important times. It's not the first time it's happened either. If anyone else is having this problem and knows how to fix it PLEASE tell me. Anyway, I shall now reveal the mystery to Voldemort's return.)

Disclaimer: IT'S NOT FAIR!

Chapter 19: The Plan

Or so it seemed. It took Harry a moment to realize that he could see through Voldemort's body, and he was colorless, except for his eyes. Suddenly, everything made sense. Voldemort wasn't alive; he had returned as a ghost. Harry suddenly remembered that night Drake's identity was discovered. He had never said Voldemort was 'alive'. He said he was still among them.

His eyes confused him though. Ghosts were supposed to be colorless, but Voldemort's eyes were still red, while the rest of him was white like your average ghost. But Harry realized that it made sense in a way. The eyes were supposedly a window into the person's soul. Voldemort's hatred ran to the very core of his severed soul. His eyes reflected the anger and hatred even in a ghost form.

There was something familiar about those eyes. Then it hit him. There was that same look in Drake's hypnotic gaze. His too reflected his desire for power. True they didn't generate the same amount of evil as Voldemort's, but they gave off more than enough.

"So, Harry." Voldemort hissed. "It's been 18 years since my downfall. Have you enjoyed your time of peace? I hope you have, because it's about to end."

"You're… you're a ghost." Harry said stupidly, but couldn't really think of anything else to say.

Voldemort laughed. "Thank you for pointing out the obvious. Yes, I am. Did you really think I would let death stop me from cleansing this world of muggle and mudblood scum? No, I would find others to do my work for me."

"So you found Drake." said Harry.

Voldemort smiled. He floated straight through Harry and over to Drake's side. As he passed through, Harry's entire body felt frozen and his scar burned worse than it ever had in his life. He gasped out in pain as Voldemort and Drake laughed.

"Yes, Potter." sneered Voldemort. "Or should I say, he found me. I sensed his power and thirst for vengeance. We had a lot in common. Nearly everything in fact. So I trained him, taught him, gave him my knowledge. For six years I watched him grow. I became the father he never had."

"YOU CORRUPTED HIM!" Harry shouted. "Just like you did Quirrell."

Voldemort laughed again. "Quirrell? No, he was just a pawn. One of the many people I could bend to my will. But Drake here, he was a real find. So much potential that could be put to use. All it took was a bit of guidance. You have it too, Potter, but refuse to use it."

"No, I refuse to hurt people!" Harry objected.

"You refuse to do what must be done to achieve greatness. This is why you will never be our equal."

"I killed you, didn't I?" Harry shot at him.

Voldemort was cut off guard by Harry verbal assault, but put it aside. "True, Potter, but you didn't defeat me. If you were my superior, you would have found a way to truly defeat me. You failed, Potter. I have returned, and I shall finish my work through others. You can't stop us, Potter. You wouldn't dare. Not with your wife and daughter in danger."

Rage filled Harry at Voldemort's threat. "Leave them alone! If you want me, then take me! I'm here now, so take me!"

"Oh we will." sneered Drake. "We will. Just not right now. Your time will come, but first we have other plans."

"What plans?"

Drake and Voldemort laughed. "Why would we tell you that?" said Voldemort. "You haven't changed in all these years. You will find out about it though. Right after it happens. Then the wizarding world will know our power and tremble before us. Come Drake. We have work to do."

Harry couldn't let them leave, especially with Ginny and Michelle as hostages.

"WAIT!" he shouted.

Voldemort and Drake turned back to Harry grinning. "Yes." sneered Voldemort.

"Take me." Harry offered. "Leave my wife and daughter and take me instead. I'm the one you really want. So take me."

Voldemort laughed. "It's tempting, but no thank you. Your time will come, Potter, but not now. And if you would prefer that we take you, rather than your wretched family, why would we give you what you want? No, we'll keep what we have, and you can leave with the knowledge that you let them down."

And with that, Drake disapparated and Voldemort vanished. Harry was left alone on the empty streets of Diagon Alley.

Harry dropped to his knees and cried out. Tears began pouring down his cheeks.

"It's not over." he vowed. "I will get them back. Nothing will stop me from getting them back."

Harry got up and disapparated. He reappeared in his living room. He was a little surprised to see Ron and Hermione there.

"Harry, what happen?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, you just ran out in the middle of lunch." said Ron. "What's going on?"

"He's got them." said Harry in barely a whisper.

"What?"

"HE'S GOT THEM!" Harry shouted. "GINNY AND MICHELLE! DRAKE'S GOT THEM!"

Harry punched straight threw the wall, leaving a hole in it.

"I knew something was wrong! I knew something like this would happen! I shouldn't have let them go!"

"Harry!" Ron shouted.

Harry looked up.

"It's not your fault. You did what you could to protect them. Now we need to do whatever we can to get them back."

Harry nodded. "He's planning something with them. I don't know wha- OUCH!"

Snow had suddenly flew at Harry and began clawing his back.

"SNOW! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" he shouted.

Snow stopped attacking Harry as something fell off his back. It was a rat. Harry saw it and immediately understood what was going one. With a wave of his wand, the rat turned into Peter Pettigrew.

Harry bent down and grabbed him by the collar of his robes. "Well, well, well. Look at who we have here. I guess being a spy is what you do best."

Wormtail muttered something, but Harry didn't hear or care what it was.

"Trying to spy on us, huh?" said Harry. "Hitching a ride here on my back, huh? Very clever. But it looks like things didn't go as planned, did they?"

Wormtail's eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out.

"Are you going to kill me?" he asked in a squeaky voice.

"If I was going to kill you, I would have done it already." said Harry. "Where's Ginny and Michelle?"

"Drake has them."

"Peter I am in absolutely no mood for this!" Harry shouted. "If you value your life, you will tell me where they are and what Voldemort's plans with them are."

Ron and Hermione gasped. Harry didn't even notice. All his attention was on the piece of filth in front of him.

"Well I can't tell you where they are." said Wormtail.

Harry's eyes flashed violently.

"What I mean is, I can't speak the name of the place they're at." Wormtail said quickly. "They're at the hide out. Drake is the Secret Keeper. I can't tell you where it is."

Harry used Legilimency. Wormtail was being honest for once.

"Then tell me, what are his plans for them."

"He's planning on killing the minister." Wormtail finally said.

"Arthur Weasley?"

"Are there any other ministers? Yes, him. His daughter and granddaughter are the bait. He's planning on drawing him out of the ministry, then killing him. Since he's so well protected now, we need some way to get him out in the open."

So, it was Mr. Weasley they wanted. Then they would go after Harry. Use their loved ones as bait. The very thought filled Harry with anger.

"When's the assassination going to take place?" Harry asked.

"In four days." said Wormtail. "This Thursday."

This Thursday. Well Harry was going to make sure he was there. He turned to Ron and Hermione.

"Maybe we can use this as an opportunity to catch Drake." he said.

"Harry look!" cried Hermione.

Harry turned around again. Wormtail had changed back into a rat and was making a desperate attempt for freedom. Harry fired a spell, but missed. Wormtail was hard to hit being so small and fast.

Snow suddenly swooped down and attacked Wormtail again. There was a loud SQUEAK! and then silence. Snow tossed the body of the rat at Harry's feet. It changed back to Wormtail and laid still.

After all these years, Peter Pettigrew, the man who betrayed Harry's parents, was dead.

(A/N: Ha, bet you didn't see that coming. I never did say Voldemort was alive. Isn't it a possibility that Voldemort may return as a ghost? I thought so. It was Voldemort that had been training Drake. He had been doing it for years, which is why Drake is so powerful. But this puts Harry at a bit of a dilemma, how will he beat a ghost? You'll have to wait and see.)