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Harry: I really am mad at you! You broke me!

Me: I know, I'm terrible. I'll fix you sometime within my very twisted and confusing plot.

Harry: You mean it will be like a real J.K. Rowling book?

Me: Yup

Harry: Well, that's just great. I'll just wait here and be broken then.

Me: Now you're getting it!

Lol, that was random. On to the Story!

Lupin took turns with Molly to sit at Harry's bedside. He wasn't getting better, but he wasn't getting worse either. They had considered taking him to St. Mungo's, but decided against it. The Order Headquarters was the safest place for Harry right then. Lupin hated looking at Harry when he looked so . . . broken.

He was pale, paler than usual (no doubt from being tortured), and there was an unhealthy flush in his cheeks do to the fever. He was so thin that Lupin was left with no doubt that Harry had been starved. There were dark circles under his eyes, which flickered as his eyes moved under the lids. He groaned softly, painfully, and shifted weakly in the bed.

"Harry," Lupin sighed tiredly. "Come on, Harry, pull through for us. The world needs you."

Harry tossed his head and whimpered, trapped in some nightmare where Lupin couldn't reach him.

"I'm going to kill that bastard. Damn the stupid prophecy, obviously Trelawney's never met a really pissed off werewolf."

"If she had, she'd probably say it was a grim and that I was going to fall down a well or something equally as stupid." Lupin heard a weak voice croak.

His eyes flew to Harry's face. His green eyes were open, if somewhat unfocused. He was trying to sit up. Typical Harry, Lupin smiled at the thought. "Oh no, you don't. Lay back down. Now." He added the last part sternly, seeing the defiant light burning in the raven haired boy's eyes. Just like James, he didn't know when to give up.

Harry sighed a little dramatically and sat back against the pillows. He knew what was coming now.

"How are you?" Lupin asked.

"Like Hogwarts was dropped on top of me, then I was dug up and then every Quidditch fan in the Wizarding world ran me over on the way to the World Cup. Times twenty."

"That bad?"

"Yes, Lupin. That bad."

"How much do you remember?"

"Not much. I know Voldemort took me at the Ministry, but everything after that is a big blur." Harry now looked panicked. "Did he Obliviate me?"

"Not that I know of, Harry. You've been through a traumatic event; it's really not all that odd that you don't remember it." Lupin assured him.

Harry never got to answer because it was then that his scar started to burn profusely. Then it was gone. Lupin gave him a concerned look. Harry waved him off. "I'm fine, just . . . tired."

With that Harry fell into a deep, comforting sleep.

Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore were in the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, watching as Snape paced furiously back and forth. "It's just not right, Dumbledore. The Dark Lord let Potter get away much too easily. It's like he wanted you to take him. And the Blood Vow, that can't be good."

"Dark Magic is never good, Severus." Dumbledore said mildly. Severus scowled. "Why can't you take this seriously, Dumbledore? Potter is basically Voldemort's slave!"

"Harry is resourceful. I'm sure he will be able to hold Voldemort off." Dumbledore said.

"Do you even care, Dumbledore? Do you really believe Potter can defeat the Dark Lord?"

"I have every faith in the great wizard Harry will someday be." Dumbledore answered simply.

"Yes, well, for now he's still an arrogant little prat, so perhaps you should be on guard around the boy. Who knows what evil the Dark Lord will have him doing." Snape snapped.

"Oh, not to worry, Severus. I will indeed be watching our young Harry very closely." Dumbledore said. The twinkle in his eye was nowhere to be seen.

Harry tossed and turned in his sleep.

He was in a dark room. It was familiar; it was the parlor of Malfoy Manor. Voldemort lounged in a thrown-like chair, his snake—Nagini—draped over his shoulders. Voldemort looked up and smiled. Harry would have rather been glared at.

"So my little horcrux indeed answers when I call for him." Voldemort said in his high, cold voice. This time it was mocking too.

"I'm not your anything, Voldemort." Harry wanted to say, but somehow he couldn't. He glared at his feet instead. There was a cold laugh and suddenly Voldemort was in front of him, jerking his chin up to see his face. Harry winced as pain shot through his scar from Voldemort's touch. He wanted to jerk away, but he couldn't. Somehow he knew it was because Voldemort didn't want him to.

"How must it feel to not be able to control even the smallest things about yourself." Voldemort murmured. Harry's knees suddenly buckled and he sunk into a kneeling position, Voldemort still holding his face up. "Do not forget the power I have over you, Harry. I've just made you kneel at my feet. You've called me Master because I wanted you to. I could make you torture your best friend and you wouldn't be able to resist me. Make no mistake Harry, you are ver much mine. Never forget that."

"Is there something you wanted, or are you just here to gloat?" Harry growled.

"I've called you here because I want you to do something for me." Voldemort's terrifying smile grew wider.

"And what is it you want me to do?" Harry asked warily.

"Why that should be obvious, dear Harry." Voldemort smiled. He leaned closer so that their faces were only inched apart. Harry felt Nagini wrap herself around his shoulders. But that wasn't the reason Harry felt he couldn't breathe. Voldemort's voice was a whisper.

"I want you to kill Albus Dumbledore."

Harry sat up in bed, screaming at the pain in his scar, Voldemort's pleasure crystal-clear in his mind.

OH! What ever will happen next? Please, please, please review! I really don't care if you say the whole thing's B.S.(though you probably wouldn't still be reading it if you thought that) please just tell me how I'm doing. If there's anything you think I can improve, don't hesitate to tell me. Except making chapters longer, I just can't! I'm sorry, I don't know why. I can make thirty page chapters with original stories, but fanfics . . . I'm hopeless!

Good news! My swim coach's on crack and misinformed the entire girl's swim team about when practices start! I'll be able to update again tomorrow and Wednesday! Yay! Lol, anyway I got several questions so I'm going to attempt to answer some of them.

-Angelic visage: Harry will be acting a bit different towards his friends, but not because of the ritual. I don't wanna ruin anything, so just keep reading,. The answer why should come up pretty soon.

-Tally Jennifer Youngblood: first of all, I love the Uglies series, so awesome name! Ok, so no, Harry will not go berserk and kill everyone, which I guess I answered in this chapter. Oh well!

Hmmh, well I guess that's all, then. I need more reviews to answer!

Oh, and I think I'm going to post an original story on the sister site () don't know what my penname will be yet but hears a summary of what I'm thinking of putting up. Tell me if you think it sounds good.

Jacob Riley is an ordinary American teenager. Mostly. Well, yes, he was a foster kid, and yes, his father had mysteriously disappeared when he was nine, but he was normal. Jacob could almost believe that. Until he was kidnapped by the freaking fairies. And until his best friend killed the math teacher . . .

Before he knows it, Jacob is thrown into the world of fairies and magic . . . and the Spellbound. The Spellbound—an elite race of magic users known for having awesome and unbelievable powers. Jacob has absolutely no interest in them, until the father who walked out on him turns out to be one of them. And everyone knows the saying "Like father, like son."

So . . . what do you think? Anyway if you actually read this ridiculously long author's note, you are pretty awesome! I'll update soon, reviews help me write faster! Just saying!