Disclaimer: Everything except the plot belongs to JK Rowling. Tarop is mine though :P

A/n Ok..soo i'm going to try and update as much as possible, i have a job now so i won't be able to write as much. But hopefully you'll be patient with me...and know that i won't fail you. I'll do what i can and try to make it at least one chapter a week or maybe every other week. But you won't have to wait longer then a month, thats all i can promise now, anyways on with the story.

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

I open my eyes I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light I can't remember how I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight And I can't stand the pain And I can't make it go away No I can't stand the pain Everybody's screaming I try to make a sound but no one hears me I'm slipping off the edge I'm hanging by a thread I wanna start this over again So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered And I can't explain what happened And I can't erase the things that I've done No I can't How could this happen to me I made my mistakes I've got no where to run The night goes on As I faded away I'm sick of this life I just wanna scream How could this happen to me --How could this happen to me by Simple Plan

Chapter 13

Xx How could this happen to me xX

Harry sighed as he stared up at the white ceiling. He could remember the last time he was here, but he wondered how many squares on the ceiling he had counted up too. He shut his eyes when he heard a shriek from outside of the Hospital wing, he knew what was coming but he wished he could get away from it. There was no way of avoiding Mrs. Weasley especially when she wouldn't stop till she got where she wanted to be, and in this case she wanted to see him.

"Molly it's nothing for you to frett about, he just injured his hand, everything will get better, we just need to let him rest and then he's off to Dinner." Harry heard Dumbledore say, as calmly as he could with Molly pushing at him so she could get through him."Nothing to fret about! Of course it's something to fret about, did you ever ask how he injured his hand in the first place? Hmm? i don't think soo, what if it was something dangerous, or someone was hurting him. Albus we can't let this happen ever again. We need him." Molly said, her voice becoming dangerously low. Harry grew angry when he heard Mrs. Weasley say that. They needed him? Well they will have to do without him. Harry sat up, he winced as he put pressure on his bandaged hand. Madam Pomfrey said that there wasn't much she could do, all she could think of was to stop the bleeding and give him a blood renewal potion. So Harry had this thick white gauge of bandage wrapped around his brusied and likely broken knuckles. He climbed off the bed and began to collect his stuff. He changed his bloody shirt, with a fresh clean one that someone had brought up for him. Then he grabbed his wand and moved towards the door. Right at that moment, Dumbeldore, Mrs. Weasley, Remus and Professor Tarop all entered the Hospital Wing. Harry froze in his tracks as everyone stared at him. He glared back not appreciating people talking behind his back. "Harry!" Mrs. Weasley yelled before running towards him and wrapping him up in a big hug. Harry stood there his arms down at his side, stiff and unmoving. After a little bit longer Mrs. Weasley finally pulled away, she stared at him tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. "Whats wrong Harry?" She asked, her voice soft as she stared in to his eyes. He didn't answer instead he turned to face Professor Tarop, just as Snape walked into the room. Snape stared at Harry and then at Professor Tarop, curiosity forming on his face, he went to open his mouth to say something to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore cut him off with a look. "So Professor, they all want to know whats wrong, why don't you tell them, since you know everything about me with all the times you've gone in to my head." Harry growled.

Professor Tarop just stared at Harry, "What do you mean Harry, I never did such a thing, I can't." Harry felt his anger burst. "DON'T LIE TO ME, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID!" He yelled, Snape winced, he looked around the room and noticed that everyone had the same reaction to Harry's outburst except for Tarop, and then he stared at Harry's fists as magic burst out knocking over the recently vacated bed. Professor Tarop just stood there, unfazed by Harry's anger. "Harry, you must be mistaken, I'm not allowed to use Legilimens, Dumbledore would have known, woudn't you have Professor?" Professor Tarop asked without turning around. Dumbledore sighed and nodded. Harry just glared at him, "You, all of you, your all part of this. How dare you try to invade my private thoughts. It was different when Professor Snape was trying to teach me, but to do it unaware, I despise every single one of you, Professor Snape excluded because unlike the rest of you, he actually told me the truth!" Dumbledore turned and stared at Professor Snape in shock, What would Severus have told Harry to put him on Harry's good side? Dumbledore asked himself. Severus stared down at his feet, not sure how to proceed with the outbust. Finally he looked up at Harry, cold black eyes meeting emerald green. "Harry I think it might be best if me and you go for a walk, we have things to discuss." Snape held out his hand which a lot of people were shocked to see. Harry stepped forward and grabbed his hand, then he let go and began to walk out when Mrs. Weasley spoke up. "I don't think that would be a good idea Severus, Harry needs to be resting and with friends and family, and you happen to be neither." Harry turned around, "No offence Mrs. Weasley but neither are you, so if you don't mind i'd like to talk to Professor Snape, alone. I think I know how to take care of myself considering everyone's depending on me to kill Voldemort" Here everyone winced except for Dumbledore whose blue eyes started twinkling madly. "So if me, a 16 year old boy is strong enough to fight and supposedly beat the feared Dark Lord, then I think I can handle myself in a conversation with my Potions teacher." Snape couldn't help but smirk when Harry finished, then following the furious 6th year, he couldn't help but think that Harry wasn't as troubled as everyone made him seem, let alone fragile.

Dumbledore watched Harry and Severus leave, he sighed. Things were starting to look even more difficult then before. He turned to Tarop, "Did you find anything out when you probed around in his memories?" Tarop sighed and shook his head, "He keeps them to well guarded, all I was able to do was bring forth old feelings and see that he still cared about his friends, but that was it." Dumbledore sighed again, he knew that he needed to find some way to get Harry to realize what was happening. That was when he realized that Hermione wasn't around, he hadn't seen her in the last 2 days. Dumbledore looked up "Tarop please go get Minerva, and have her meet me in my office." He waited for Tarop to leave before he turned to Molly, "Molly please inform all the Order members that there is an emergency and have them all if possible floo to my office." Then he dissappeared down the hall lost in thought. Molly just stared after him, tears in her eyes. What could she do? Harry is turning to the Dark side every second, and nothing anyone did was ever going to bring him back, he has to do it on his own. With the way things were looking Molly doubted that it would ever happen. She turned back in to the Hospital Wing and used the fire in Madam Pomfrey's office to floo back home where she began to call all the Order members that she could. Nobody liked the sound of what she told them, so they all finished whatever they were doing and flooed straight to Dumbledore's office. Molly arrived shortly after the last person who no one was surprised to see was Tonks, who had short bubble pink hair and bright blue eyes today. Dumbledore began the meeting, "I have to announce that i have just come across a problem. Hermione Granger is missing from school, and no one has seen her since the night before. I have reason to believe that Voldemort has taken her hostage for insurance that Harry will return to him. I still haven't talked to young Harry, because at the moment he refuses to talk to anybody except Severus." Everyone burst into converstation at once.

"But don't they hate each other?..."

"...Why would he do that? Harry knows better."

"...Are you serious, he's talking to Severus?"

"...Why would he need Hermione, it just dosen't make any sense"

Dumbledore held up his hands and everyone stopped talking at once. "Yes it's true, they use to hate each other but for some reason Snape has pushed away his animosity and told Harry the truth about something Harry wanted to know, and now Harry trusts this man more then he trusts any of us. I wish I could figure this out but Harry is going through something that none of us will ever understand, ane he knows that. He is acting out to push everyone away, I believe he doesn't want us involved. He doesn't want any one else to get hurt because of him. He just wants everyone to leave him alone and I know none of us could do that. It is time to think of a plan of action to convince Harry that we are there for him, and that we would do anything for him. We must figure out a plan to get Ms. Granger back from Voldemort with out any mishap, before Harry figures out what's happened and pushes us even further away." Finally they got down to work to try and get Hermione back, but what they didn't know was Harry had just recieved a letter telling him what happened.

Harry and Snape walked around the lake, Harry venting off all his anger and frustration and Snape just nodding and listening and here and there he smirked at the unbelievable situations. As Harry was finishing up his last encounter with Tarop and the reason for his bandaged hand, Harry's owl Hedwig came flying towards him, a note attached to her leg. Harry stared at her curiously before he walked over to the tree in which she landed on. She stuck out her leg and Harry carefully untied the note that was attached to it. Hedwig nipped his fingers before she flew off to the owlery. Harry opened the note and scanned over it's contents, Snape watched his face go completely white, that was when he grabbed the note to read:

Dear Harry

I thought you might want to know that Hermione Granger, your mudblood friend is staying here with me for a while until you of course return to me. I know we made a deal I said I would never hurt any of your friends, well I haven't hurt her, she's just what you can call my guest. When you come down here for Christmas she will be returned with no harm done, or you can always come earlier, I haven't had fun since you left, I kind of miss our quarrels. If you don't come, she'll die. But of course you wouldn't care about a Mudblood, why should you.

Voldemort

Snape looked up at Harry, "What are you going to do?" Harry shrugged, his breathing became ragged and fast. ohmigod what am I going to do? I have to get Hermione out of there before he does something stupid. Damn it Voldemort, I'm going to get you for this! Harry turned and ran back up to the castle, Snape not that far behind him. Harry felt relief flood through him, if it wasn't for Snape's new found friendship Harry didn't think he could of handled everything thats been happening to him lately. Same with Draco, his friendship has saved Harry many lonely and stressful nights. Harry reached Gryiffindor tower, he climbed through the portrait hole and located Ron sitting by the fire. "Ron!" Harry panted. Ron looked up and saw Harry, "Hey Harry, whats going on?" Ron asked, worry noticeable on his face. Harry took a deep breath and told Ron about the letter and about Hermione being taken. Ron's face blanched at the news, his hands were shaking, out of fear or anger, Harry still didn't know. Harry reassured Ron that he was going to get Hermione back, then he turned on his heel and ran out through the portrait hole,and down the corridor. He passed Snape on the way, and didn't bother stopping when he shouted for him. He took off through the doors on to the grounds, he continued to run until he made it to Hogsmeade, where he took a breath and apparated to Riddle Manor. Harry felt his anger surge when he heard Hermione's shrieks of protest against the Death Eaters. Harry ran down through the hall and made it into the main room where Hermione was sitting bound to a chair, the Death Eaters surrounding her and pulling at her hair and poking her, Voldemort was sitting in his chair watching the scene with a smile on his face. When Harry looked at Hermione's face, he saw the fear and defeat there, she believed she was going to die. Harry turned to face Voldemort. "Hey! Stop doing that to her." Harry yelled. All the Death Eaters jumped at once and moved away from Hermione, who turned and looked at him with hope in her eyes. Voldemort just glanced at him the smile widening on his face. "Ah, Harry I'm so glad you could come and join us. I'm sorry that it was under a bad impression but, i couldn't think of any other way to get you down here." Harry just glared at him, "Try writing a letter, I think I could of made some time. You didn't have to kidnap one of my friends and then torture her just to see me."

Voldemort had the decency to blush when Harry said this. "Well, I didn't believe it would of been that easy, I'll remember that for next time." Harry just shook his head and moved over to Hermione, "Are you ok?" Hermione nodded a little wimper escaping her mouth. Harry sighed and untied her hands and feet from the chair, once she was free she immediatly jumped up in to his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry, he looked over at the Death Eaters and was satisfied to see shame in their eyes. "Shhh, it's ok now 'mione, your safe, i've got you." He said soothingly, he steered her out of the room so she wouldn't be embarrassed by the prying eyes of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. " I think you should go back to the school now, you can rest and I'm sure Ron is out of his mind right now wondering if your safe." Hermione nodded as she looked up into his eyes, "Thank you Harry, I wasn't sure but I believed that at some point you would come to save me." She gave him a watery smile, and then kissed him on the cheek. Harry smiled down at her and nodded, he pulled a quill out of his pocket and made it into a portkey to take her straight to Dumbeldore's office. She took hold of it and he watched as she disappeared. Harry sighed and turned around, he knew what he had to do. He walked back into the main room to face Voldemort.

Hermione felt the pull from the portkey and watched as everything around her swirled, she watched as Harry disappeard. She wished he was coming back with her but she knew that he had to stay behind, he needed to clear things up once and for all. Finally she felt her feet hit solid ground and her legs crumpled under her. There was a loud noise and when she looked up she saw the whole Order standing around her in Dumbledore's office. There was wonderment on all their faces, they had no idea how she got back. "Hermione are you ok?" She heard Dumbledore ask. She nodded and climbed to her feet, her hand still grasping Harry's quill. She started to walk towards the door, "I'm just tired, I'm going to go back to my Dormitory, I-I'll talk to you tomorrow." She said yawning then she disappeared down the spiral staircase and made her way towards Gryffindor tower. She made it to the Portrait and stood there, trying to think of the password, Oh ya "Phoenix fire" The fat Lady smiled and nodded, opening up the portrait, Hermione walked in and was almost tackled by Ron as he covered her with his arms, They were strong around her, "ohmigod 'Mione are you ok? Where's Harry? Did they hurt you? Oh I'm going to kill them if they did." Ron said in a rush. Hermione smiled up at her red-haired friend blushing slightly from the attention. "I'm ok Ron, Harry stayed behind, he needed to finish something, I don't know when he'll be back but I hope he's ok, and no they didn't hurt me, they just threatened too if Harry didn't show up. They mainly just poked and prodded but otherwise I'm ok, I just want to go lie down and sleep. Is that ok?" She asked tiredly, Ron nodded and escorted her to the stairs. Hermione waved goodnight and closed the door, she changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed, her hand still clasped around the quill Harry had given her, she had one last thought before drifting off to sleep and it was, I wish Harry was here.

Harry stood in the middle of the room, his eyes focused on Voldemort's red ones, he could feel his scar tingling but he ignored it. At that moment he hated Voldemort beyond any thing, even more then he did before and still even more then he hated his relatives, because Voldemort had dared to threaten a life that just a few weeks before, he had promised to never hurt. Voldemort stared back calmly he knew that Harry was angry he could see it in his eyes, all he could do was wait to see what Harry would do. "If you ever, ever do that again, not only will I never come back but i'll make sure that your corpse will rot in hell for all eternity." Harry said vehmenetly. Voldemort raised an eyebrow, "Are you threatening me Harry?" Voldemort asked. Harry growled "You know that I am." Voldemort let out a laugh, "Ah, how i've missed this. But don't worry Harry you'll forget soon enough, you'll learn to trust me and maybe even take my side, instead of the old fool Dumbledore." Harry let out a chuckle. "That old fool is the only wizard that you'll never be able to defeat. He is stronger then you, and so am I and thats what your afraid of. That one day it'll be your death, and I'll be the one that caused it." Voldemort's smiled fell, he knew he thought about that all the time, he couldn't believe Harry could see that. What if he was telling the truth, what if that was exactly what the Prophecy had said, that Harry will kill him and there was nothing he could do about it. Voldemort sat there for a few minutes contemplating this, the room was silent as all eyes were on Voldemort. Finally he gave an evil smirk, "Really Harry, do you seriously believe you could kill me? When even Dumbledore the supposedly feared Wizard of the Light can't even kill me, he has to send out a 16 year old boy?" Harry wanted to say something but then he snapped his mouth shut. Voldemort was right, Could he defeat Voldemort when Dumbledore the strongest known Wizard besides Voldemort, couldn't even kill this monster in front of him? What did Dumbledore expect him to do, just wave his wand and he the big bad wizard was gone? So what if there was a Prophecy about him, it doesn't mean that he should be left fighting on his own. Harry pushed these thoughts aside he needed to concentrate on getting out of here without causing Voldemort to come back and take any of his other friends. Sighing he ducked his head, "Maybe he feels that I'm stronger then both of you, and I have potential, and he has hope that I can and will defeat you. Perhaps thats all I need to make more then half of the Wizarding world safe, from you and the rest of your little cult." Voldemort laughed "Oh Harry, do you really think Hope will help you now? You are under my roof, did you really think you could just leave when i've been waiting so long for you to return. I enjoy spending time with you Harry, our talks are just so entertaining. I know you've enjoyed it too, otherwise you wouldn't have stayed as long as you have." Voldemort smiled when he figured he had won this round.

Harry just glared at him, he thinks he knows him but he was going to get a serious reawakening. Harry just turned around and left the hall, he knew he wouldn't be allowed to leave, so he turned towards the stairs and climbed up till he reached the landing which his room was located on. He strode down the hall fuming at Voldemort's schemes at getting him back here. He found his room and walked in, he slammed it shut, he hated being manipulated, it drove him mad. He knew that once he got some sleep he would feel less pissed off and then he would leave. He didn't care about Voldemort's protests all he wanted was to finish up this term, since he already missed most of it. He said he would be here for Christmas, Harry never broke his promises. He climbed into bed fully dressed, thinking about what he was going to do tomorrow not realizing how much Hermione would need him, until he was practically dozing when the thoughts of her scared and defeated face popped up. He knew he was going to have to be there for her, it didn't matter anymore about trying to keep them away, she needed him now more then ever and he planned to do what ever it took the fullfill that need.

Harry woke up, he groggily sat up and looked around the room, his vision was slightly blurry, for a minute he thought he was losing his eyesight again, but then he rubbed them and he was able to see the bright red painted walls, and black furniture. He hated this room, it was like a reminder of all the blood that was going to be spilled and all the horror that has happened to him lately. Frustrated already he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He took a look at his face, for a minute he didnt reconize the man staring back at him. He had changed drastically for the last few months. He sighed and jumped in for a quick shower before he dried himself and dressed in to fresh clothes, before he walked downstairs, and entered the dining hall. Voldemort was already sitting at the head of the table, as if he was a god on a throne. Harry scoffed and sat down on the chair furthest away from him, and he began to eat the breakfast that was laid out before him. "You know i'm not staying, i plan on leaving right after breakfast, I have classes to go to and i'm not going to risk a failing grade just to entertain you." He said after he finished swallowing half of his breakfast. Voldemort just watched him a smile on his lips, Harry was beginning to get irrated by it. Finally he finished his breakfast and left the room, he could feel Voldmort's eyes on him the whole way. He stood in the entrance hall and thought about Hogsmeade. He remembered the steps and when he opened his eyes he noticed he was standing at the entrance to Hogwarts grounds from Hogsmeade. Harry smiled and ran all the way to the entrance doors. He took a deep breath and opened them, then he climbed the stairs all the way up to Gryffindor tower where he saw Hermione sitting in front of the fire, she looked like she was waiting for someone. Hermione turned around and saw Harry, her face lit up and she jumped out of her chair and ran straight in to his arms. Harry held her to him, as he felt her tears start soaking into his shirt. He sighed, and began to murmur encouraging words to her. What they didn't know was that Ron was watching them from within the shadows. Finally after what seemed like 20 minutes and it was really only like 5 Harry pulled her gently away from him so he could look at her "Is everything ok now Hermione?" Harry asked calmly while inside he was screaming at Voldemort for putting Hermione through this. Hermione just nodded and took a deep breath then she turned, picked up her book and slipped it into her bag, she turned back to Harry her chocolate brown eyes staring in to his emerald ones. "I didn't think you would come back..." She said in a whisper, Harry smiled down at her, " I could never leave you Hermione especially not after that." She nodded and wrapped her arms around him again. Then she kissed his cheek and left the common room to go down for breakfast, since it was still too early for class.

Ron walked out of the shadows, keeping his jealous under control he clapped Harry on the back and was slighly happy to see him jump. "Ron, hey I didn't see you come down, is everything ok?" Harry asked, Ron stared at him for a bit to try and see if he could see any guilt he sighed when there was none and just nodded. Harry smiled and started to walk up the boys dormitoy stairs. He stopped and turned around to look down at his best friend, "I think Hermione likes you Ron, don't ask how I would now, lets just say it was a gut feeling." He smiled at his friends blushing face before he continued his way up to his Dormitory. Ron just stared after him, he didn't get what Harry meant. To him it looked as if Hermione had feelings for Harry, and of course Ron couldn't blame anyone for liking him. He was the boy-who-lived and he was famous, powerful and so far he seemed practically fearless, and not to mention rich even though he never dressed like it. No one could fall for Ron, Harry's best friend, the man who stood on the side and did nothing, he was poor and he dressed the part, the only thing he was good at was Chess, the only thing that Ron could ever beat Harry in. Sighing Ron left the common room and made his way down to the Great Hall, his stomache growling on the way. He saw Hermione and sat down beside her, when he looked at her face she seemed to have a dreamy look about her. Ron felt hot jealous warm his face, he turned away from her and began to pile food on his plate. Hermione just glanced at him once before she went back to her day dreaming, and Ron started to feel sick. Harry was wrong, Hermione has fallen in love with the man everyone knows the name of, the man with the scar, the one who saved her from the Dark Lord. The person she had just a few moments ago crying into his arms. Why does Harry always get the one thing that I have always wanted, and he doesn't even realize it? Ron shook his head and finished up his breakfast. He waved his hand in front of Hermione's face, she jumped startled before she was able to focus on Ron, "Oh hi Ron, sorry I think I was day dreaming, umm what is it?" She asked a little flustered as her cheeks turned red. Ron sighed, "umm I think it's time we get to class, we don't want to be late." Hermione looked at her watch in shook, "Oh your absolutly right, umm where's Harry, I thought he would come down here for breakfast." She began to look for him straining her neck to see over other peoples head. Ron sighed "I think he was just grabbing his stuff and meeting up with us at class." Ron knew that he had no idea what Harry was doing, Harry never said anything about class. But when Hermione and Ron got there they saw Harry already there, having a conversation with Draco. They were both laughing about something, and when Harry looked up he caught Hermione's gaze and smiled sheepishly at her before he looked over at Ron and gave him the thumbs up. Ron looked confused and then realized what happened, he never came to breakfast because he wanted them to get together, Ron felt stupid that he ever could even think that Harry would try to take Hermione away from him.

Draco watched the exchange with amusment before he remembered something, "Harry I need to talk to you after class, it's important." Harry nodded and agreed to meet him in the astrology tower before lunch. As they walked into the classroom, Hermione had grabbed Harry's arm, "Harry i need to talk to you about something" Harry looked down at her, he smiled gently and nodded "Ok, we can talk after dinner, i've already got a meeting scheduled with Draco, is that ok?" He asked, his eyes focused on her brown ones, she blushed slightly and nodded. Harry moved to the back of the class and took a chair beside Draco, Hermione sighed as she watched them, she wished he would sit with her like he use to, she shook her head and moved to where Ron was sitting. Draco watched her, a knowing like on his face, he turned to say something to Harry when they heard a door close, Draco looked up and saw Professor Tarop walk in. He glanced at Harry and saw Harry's jaw set, when Draco looked down at Harry's hands they were balled into fists, his knuckles were white as bone. What is it about Professor Tarop that drives Harry crazy, what did he do to him? Draco asked himself, he was now curious and he was determined to find out. Once again Tarop's class was a duel, but this time, he was going to duel with everyone seperately, to test how far their skills have developed. Draco heard Harry moan when he heard this, he glanced over at him and saw the anger boiling in his friends emerald eyes. Sighing Draco pulled Harry to his feet, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Draco watched as everyone in the class went up to duel with Tarop according to who he called up to face him. Finally with Harry and Draco the last two people left, Tarop turned his silver eyes on to Draco, a smile appeard on his face for a few seconds before he called for Draco to come forward. Draco sighed and gave Harry a quick glance before moving forward his wand held tight in his grasp, he could feel his palms starting to sweat, he couldn't believe how nervous he was. Once Draco made it to the platform he turned and faced his DADA teacher, they bowed to each other, and then Tarop turned to the class and began to explain the rules once more, so it would stick in their heads. While Tarop was doing this, Draco looked towards Harry and saw the determined look in his eyes, and Draco became worried. He turned back to face his teacher as the duel began.

Harry watched as Professor Tarop and Draco dueled, his hand tightened around his wand, he was worried for Draco, not because he was a bad dueler but because Tarop was a cheat, and he would find any way to take advantage of the situation so he wouldn't look like a fool who was beaten by a student. Harry would show him to never mess with his memories again. Sparks shot out from his wand and Harry cursed under hir breath, he was going to have to learn to keep his emotions under control. After what seemed like hours, Tarop was finally able to take down Draco who only gave up from sheer exhaustion. Harry heard the bell ring, and sighed with relief, he didn't want to duel today, he didn't want to look at that man anymore then he had too. Harry quickly put his wand in his pocket, he turned and began to put his stuff back into his bag. He felt Draco move up beside him, Harry glanced at him. Draco gave him a sad smile "I've got to admit, he's good, he's really good. I thought I could take him, but I guess I'm not as good as you." Draco smirked at Harry as he watched him roll his eyes. "Come on Draco, he's a cheat, of course he could beat you, he knew where your weakness is because he could get inside your head. When I have to duel him, i'll make it so he will never try to take advantage of my thoughts ever again." Harry said half to himself, it was a promise not a threat. Draco just watched him leave, a curious look on his face.

Harry went off to his Charms class, this was his only class without the Slytherins. He sat down at the front of the class, his eyes focused on his hands, he took a deep breath trying to calm his emotions and his stray magic. He made himself a mental note that when he went to Hogsmeade to pick himself up a book to help him control his magic. He felt 2 people sit down on either side of him, when he looked up he saw Ron and Hermione, the latter staring at him intently. "Hey guys, You did pretty well against Professor Tarop, congratulations." He said in a false cheerful voice, which he was glad to note they didn't notice. Ron gave him a sardonic half grin "Ya...well it would of been nice to beat him." Ron shrugged and started to pull out his charms book. Hermione gave a small blush when Harry turned to her "I'm not really the dueling type, so I didn't really expect to win." Harry smiled at her, "you did pretty well anyways." Hermione nodded, her face brightened up a bit. Ron gave a sour look and then said to Harry, "I wish we could of seen you and Tarop duel, I mean if Draco can last as long as he did, Your sure to last even longer." Harry shrugged, but didn't say anything. He pulled out his charms book and waited for Professor Flitwick to enter. The class began, and everyone pulled out their wands to start practicing a new spell, Incencita. It was a spell that created fire except more powerful and more concentrated powerwise. It was like a flame thrower coming out of your wand. Only a few people were able to do it, Harry, Hermione, Neveille which surprised everyone but Harry and someone from the Hufflepuff class. Harry turned to Nevielle and gave him the thumbs up, a big smile on his face. Neveille blushed and smiled back, then he moved his way over to where Harry was sitting, excitment gleaming in his eyes. "I can't believe I was able to do it, I mean WOW! I guess it's better to get your own wand. I have to admit I give most of the credit to your Defence class Harry, it really helped me. My grandmother is super proud that i'm not useless anymore." Harry laughed a little, clapping Nevielle on the back. "It was just your determination that got you to where you are, not me or the DA, it was all your doing." Neveille beamed even more, his confidence was growing, and Ron couldn't help but smile, Harry really knew how to make poor Neveille feel good about himself. Ron turned and tried the spell one more time, and this time it almost worked, instead of fire he got a huge tunnel of hot steam come out of his wand. Harry turned around and watched Ron, he gave out a small laugh, "Oh Ron, you can still hurt someone with that steam, maybe not as affectively as you would with the fire, but aye steam can still burn." Ron glared at him, sometimes Harry made him feel like a little kid. He just shrugged it off and tried again, this time Hermione came over and helped him out, pointing out what he was doing wrong, when Ron looked up he thought maybe Harry was watching but his focus was out the window. Ron sighed and listened to Hermione's instructions, as Harry drifted out of reality and into his own thoughts.

Finally Charms was over and they all headed off to lunch, Harry still in his own thoughts, while Hermione and Ron chatted away, or more like argued about something that came up in class. Harry sat down and grabbed some food to eat, he took a few bites not really feeling hungry and then he got up and left. He didn't say anything to them, Hermione watched him leave, disappointment filled her eyes. She turned around and watched as Draco also got up and left, following Harry out the door. She became curious, what could they be needing privacy for? Harry sat on the ledge of the Astronomy tower, he looked down a sad look fell across his face as Draco walked in. He felt worried when he watched his friend stare down, his hads braced on the ledge as if he was ready to jump off. Draco moved over to place a hand on Harry's shoulder, he felt him jump and then emerald eyes met grey. Harry gave him a smile and swung one his legs around so that the tip of his foot was brushing against the floor. Draco moved beside him and sat down both their backs leaning against the wall. "Things have become so hard, Voldemort is trying to make me do strange things, anything to get you to go back to him" Draco said. his eyes not meeting Harry's. Harry sighed letting his head bang against the wall. "Well...have you..?" Draco looked at him " have I what?" He asked. knowing perfectly well what Harry was talking about. Harry just glared at him, "Have you done anything to get me to see him?" Harry said seriously, Draco sighed looking up at Harry. "No, I wouldn't do anything to break this friendship." Harry nodded, "Did you tell Voldemort this?" Draco winced at the name and shook his head, "If I did, he'd kill me. I would be useless to him." Draco gave a half grin. "Can you imagine what he would say, if he realized that you're becoming stronger, and the Death Eaters are more likely to become more loyal to you then him, because your younger and have more promise of becoming great then he does. Your power is still growing and technically his is suppose to already have stopped, well the dramatic power growth was suppose to stop." Harry stared at Draco as if he had grown another head.

"What makes you think I'd want them to follow me? I can't stand the publicity i've already had because of everything thats happend to me, and now to have people loyal to me because i have promise. It's just absurd, come on Draco do you really believe that i can be as strong as everyone is making me out to be? I'm only 16 with a huge weight on my shoulders, and too many people expecting me to do the impossible." Harry sighed, what else could he do except try to make people see, he's not the man for the job. Draco looked at him a smile creeping across his face, "Harry you can believe whatever you want, but it's not going to stop people believing that your the only one who can kill Voldemort, and yes as surprising as it may sound to you, I want the bastard dead, i mean come on I never wanted to be part of his ranks, but i was forced to by my father, him going on about how it's the best thing to do, Ha! Look where it's landed him now." He turned to Harry, "You probably haven't heard but he was taken to Azkaban again.." Harry stared at Draco, this revelation about him being forced to do something he didn't want to do, it reminded Harry of..well..himself being forced to fight Voldemort when he shouldn't have too. As Harry thought about it he realized that even if Voldemort never killed his parents, he would still want him dead, all the people he's killed and for what? More power, most likely. Harry turned his head and looked down on the grounds, he couldn't help but smile at what people were thinking when the saw to guys on the astronomy tower window, looking like they were ready to plummet to their death. It was tempting to Harry but he knew that he could never forgive himself for doing it when the world erupts into caos. Then turning back to Draco a thought occured to him, "You said that dramatic power growth was suppose to stop happening for Voldemort, does that mean he's still getting power?" Draco looked up slightly confused and then it dawned on him about what he had said to Harry. "No, he's not gaining any more, but he's been trying to because he's noticed the vast amount of power you've gained. I did some research on it and it says that you stop gaining masses of power when you reach the age of 21. After having finishes school and given the chance to practice and get use to gaining any more knowledge that you wish to gain. Then your power stops increasing and whatever level your at, thats the level you'll stay at for the rest of your life." Harry just looked at him slightly confused, "You mean that we have levels of magic? No one's ever said anything to me about that." Draco just gave a small chuckle, "Well no wonder, no one else really knows except for the Death Eaters, and probably most of the teachers who are in your little Order. They wouldn't tell you probably because they can't tell what level your at, your power is so great that most likely your magic level doesn't even exist. But before you panic, it does, because Voldemort had researched it. Both your's and his power are on the same level. Dumbeldore's is a little higher, him being the greatest wizard to ever live, Yada yada ya." Harry raised his eyebrow before he pulled himself off the ledge and over to other side of the tower. He glanced down at the grounds once again and watched as everyone hung out on the chill grounds, some over by the lake and others sitting against the trees. "So your telling me, that I have one of the highest magical levels?" He askes Draco without turning around. Draco nodded and then he remembered that Harry wasn't watching him,"Yes, I bet you wish to know which level you are?" Harry turned around his eyes showing specs of black, "No! I don't want to know, you shouldn't even know. Voldemort will probably be even more willing to kill me" Draco stared at Harry, he didn't believe him. He knew Harry wanted to know, just as much as probably the whole world did. Draco kept quiet jsut watcing Harry as he mastered his fear and his anger.

A/n I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, I'm gonna try and maybe put a few things from it into my next chapter, I'm still going to keep my story going with the way i want it to go, but i'll add a few more things. Just too keep it interesting anyways ENJOY!