Disclaimer: I don't not own any Harry Potter characters they are all owned and created by the Wonderful, inspiring, intelligent J.K Rowling.

A/n Thanks for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry it was so short but I didn't know how else to end it. I hope this one makes up for it. Thank you Idea Maker for giving me such wonderful idea's to make this story so good (even though he gave me idea's that didn't work, I turned them around and made it work: P). Now lets get on with the story.

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

They're taking our dreams And they tear them apart Til everyone's the same I've got no place to go I've got no where to run They love to watch me fall They think they know it all I'm a nightmare, a disaster That's what they always say I'm a lost cause, not a hero But I'll make it on my own I've gotta prove them wrong Me against the world It's me against the world We won't let them change How we feel in our hearts We're not gonna let them control us We won't let them shove All their thoughts in our heads And we'll never be like them I've got no place to go I've got no where to run They love to watch me fall They think they know it all-Me Against the World by Simple Plan

Chapter 7

Xx Me against the World xX

Harry waited till everyone was asleep before he lugged his trunk down stairs. He grabbed his owl's cage and his broomstick and donning his invisibility cloak he set off into the night. He made his way down the street before he stuck out his wand hand and waited for the Knight bus to arrive. Once the large purple triple Decker bus arrived, Harry paid Stan and got on the bus. "Where do you want to go?" Stan asked. Harry thought for a minute then opted for the Leaky Cauldron.

Ron lay in bed thinking about the comment Harry made before he left the room, it bugged him that Harry felt so alone. He heard a commotion downstairs and jumped out of bed. When he made it downstairs he saw everyone gathered at the doorway all looking tired but wary. He moved over to where Hermione was standing, tears silently falling down her cheeks. "Hey 'Mione, what's wrong?" He asked. Hermione turned and faced her red haired friend. "You don't know?" she asked incredulously. He shook his head; she sighed and looked over at the door. When she turned back her eyes showed the pain and helplessness that she felt. "Harry took off; he packed up and left sometime during the night. He didn't even leave a note, the only way we knew he left was because the door is still unlocked and everyone but him is still in the house." She explained. Ron shook his head, anger bubbling some where inside of him. He's so inconsiderate at who he hurts, just as long as he gets his way. I wish I could strangle some sense into him. Ron thought, all reasonable explanations gone.

Harry lay on a bed in one of the rooms above the Leaky Cauldron; Sirius' letter lay open on his bedside table. He wiped at the tears sliding down the side of his face. Sirius I wish that you were here. I need you more then ever right now. My world is falling apart, something is happening to me and I can't stop it. Harry sat up as these thoughts went through his mind. He walked over to the window and looked down at the wizarding part of the world, Diagon Alley. Everyone was bustling around happy and not having a care in the world. Harry sat up in his room moping around, because of the task that he had ahead of him. He knew he couldn't be around anyone; the people he loved would get hurt, he was so sure of it. Harry turned around and went to his trunk; inside he found the new school books that he bought. He pulled out the book that had caught his attention in the store. He flipped through it till he found some useful spells, one of them was Apparation. Harry read over the instructions. Once he had them memorized he began to practice.

Step 1: Take a deep breath and relax, make sure you clear your head of everything but the place you want to go.

Harry breathed in, and let it out slowly emptying his mind of everything but his door, which was where he was going to apparate to.

Step 2: Continue to see the place in your mind, while you gather your magic into a tight ball around you.

Harry kept the door in his mind as he pulled at his magic and shaped it in to a ball, trying to keep it tight around him.

Step 3: With the image still in your head, take the ball of magic and push it towards your destination.

Harry grabbed hold of his magical ball and pushed it to the door. When he opened his eyes, he saw the door in front of him. Harry smiled as he realized that he just Apparated, and he was underage. He turned around a huge smile on his face as he walked back to his bed and picked up the book. He started to flip through it, trying to find spells that might not be traced by the Ministry. Harry heard a racket down in the bar area, at first he thought that the Weasley's and Remus had found him. Then he heard someone send out a curse, and then a huge bang against the door. Harry quickly reached it and locked it, and then he began to throw his things in his trunk, careful not to leave anything behind. Then he lugged his trunk over to the window and looked down, he wasn't that far off the ground. Harry unlocked the window and opened it; he tossed his trunk out the window and then climbed onto the window sill, all the while the assault on the door continued. Finally he hears a frustrated growl and the blast of a curse against the lock. Harry was just about to jump when he felt strong hands grab hold of his upper arm. He turned his head to see who had grabbed him and saw the one man he wished he never had to see, Voldemort stared at him, a smile filling his cruel snake like face.

Harry let a small scream escape his lips as he finally began to feel the pain in his scar start to pound in his head. Voldemort pulled Harry away from the window roughly and let him fall to the dirty floor of the room. Harry climbed on to his feet shaking slightly from the extreme pain; he stood up straight and stared his enemy in the eye, all his strength was being used to stand defiant of anything Voldemort wanted. Voldemort chuckled at Harry's idiocy, "Boy you think you can actually get rid of me, you must think your so high and mighty, but I'm going to show you pain beyond your wildest dreams." Harry's face blanched when he heard Voldemort hiss out his plan. Harry tried to grab his wand but realized that Voldemort had taken in during the struggle. He looked back up and glared at him, "So you won't even let me try and defend myself?" He asked, desperate to stall time. Voldemort sighed and shook his head. "The last time you were given a chance, you were able to get away, I'm not going to risk that, but don't worry, you'll get your wand back… eventually."

Harry gritted his teeth in frustration, of all the things that could have happened being caught by Voldemort was not one of the things he had in mind. One of Voldemort's death eaters grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the hall. As Harry walked past the rooms and hallways, he noticed many people laying flat on there faces, he couldn't even tell if they were breathing. He turned his face to look at the Death Eater that was gripping his arm, his face extremely pale, the Death Eater looked down at him, and with his free hand pushed his mask up a bit so Harry could see who it was. Harry was looking into the eyes of Professor Snape.

Professor Snape put a finger to his lips and then covered his face with his mask once again. Harry nodded and took a big gulp of air before he let them lead him away from the Leaky Cauldron. Harry couldn't help but let his eyes stray to the people who lay on the ground, tears stinging his eyes. He prayed that none of them were dead; he couldn't handle it if more people died because of him. He felt the grip slacken a bit and knew it was because Snape didn't want to bruise him, Harry knew not to run away. They finally reached the outside and Harry was pulled to a halt, while one of the other Death Eater's collected his trunk which he had thrown out the window. Harry felt a brush of silk against his skin, he looked around but couldn't see anything, he then thought it might have been wind but then he knew that it was an Order member in there invisibility cloak, at least he hoped it was.

Harry felt himself being tossed to the ground. The blindfold was itchy and he couldn't see anything, not even light seeping through the threads. He felt someone grab his hands, he tried to fight but they were able to get some cold steel clamped around both his wrists. Then they clamped it around his feet, and finally they pulled off the blind fold and pushed him against the wall. Harry cringed when he heard the crack from his spine as it connected to the wall. He lifted his head and saw that he was manacled to the wall the chain was only long enough that he could put his arms at his shoulders. His leg chain only allowed him to stretch one foot in front of the other, Harry was going to be standing for his whole time in confinement. Harry cursed as he pulled at the chains, trying to free himself. It was no use, He sighed as he hung his head. Looking at the ground he saw the dirt and rat crap littering the stoned floor beneath him, he breathed in through his nose and almost gagged, the smell was terrible; it was feces mixed with vomit and urine.

Harry closed his eyes as exhaustion began to set in. Just as he felt sleep begin to take over he heard the clanging of the Dungeon bars opening. He quickly opened his eyes and lifted his head up to face whoever was here to see him. To his dismay it was Voldemort once again. Harry winced when Voldemort got too close and his scar started to hurt. Harry tried to stand up as straight has he could with his manacles still around his wrists and ankles. Voldemort sported an amused smiled as he took a step back, "Now Harry if you want out of this grimy place alive all you have to do is answer one question and I'm sure things will get better for you here."

Harry glared at him, a small smile spilled on to his lips as he looked at the man that tried to kill him so many times before "Have you actually grown a heart Voldemort, I never thought that would be possible but then again, you actually killing me isn't possible either, you can ask your question, but I doubt I'll answer it." Voldemort looked at him his amused expression all but disappeared from his face. Voldemort clenched and unclenched his fists fighting for control over his anger. Finally taking a deep breath he stepped forward and stuck his face right in front of Harry's, red eyes flashing with anger. "You better watch it, Harry; things will get worse if you don't do what I ask" His voice dripped with menace.

Harry gritted his teeth as he felt the pain explode in his head. Voldemort was getting way to close, his own personal torture that he had no real clue about. Voldemort moved out of the dungeon while two of the Death Eaters moved in, each with a whip in there hand and a cruel smile on there lips. Harry went rigged as he watched them approach, the whips dangling at there sides tense and ready to strike. Harry's eyes widened slightly as another Death Eater ripped off his shirt, reveling his slightly muscled chest from his many Quidditch practices. The first Death Eater coiled his whip around his arm and then he pushed it out towards the wall. The whip hit the wall making a loud snap, the Death Eater smiled at him as he pulled back the whip and launched it at Harry's bare chest. When the whip connected Harry bit his tongue to stop from screaming. His eyes watered, but he quickly blinked them and looked down at his chest and winced when he saw the long line of blood that now appeared straight across his heart, he tasted the blood in his mouth from him biting down on his tongue, he spat it out. Harry looked up just as the other Death Eater launched his whip, and Harry grounded his teeth as he felt the lash of pain hitting him, over and over again. Harry thought that they were there for at least a day, but only a half an hour had passed. When Harry looked up at the Death Eaters again, they looked frustrated and angry as they coiled up there whip and left his cell. As Harry watched them leave his vision began to swim, and then he began to black out, he let the pain finally take him and then he felt no more.

Voldemort grew angry as his Death Eaters reported to him about their torture to Harry. Why didn't he scream? Voldemort thought, all his Death Eaters scream when he punishes him, but Harry just a kid didn't even scream once. Frustrated he banged his fist down hard on his chair as he tried to think of a way to get Harry to tell him what the prophecy said. He must know, Dumbledore must have told him. Voldemort sighed as he tired to think up a plan, to somehow get Harry to tell him everything, but a way to make him want to and to not lie to him was beyond impossible, unless... Harry had a strong will, Voldemort knew that and he also knew that Harry loved; the one thing Voldemort was not capable of doing. If he attacked the people Harry cared most about then Harry would do everything to keep them safe. Now all he needed to do was find out who Harry cared most about, considering that Voldemort already killed his parents, and now Sirius it was going to be a hard thing for him to do, but he knew that he'll find someone. Voldemort smiled as he thought about the destruction he had caused and how vulnerable Harry had become and will continue to be.