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A/N Ok before you bite my head off, here is the next chapter. I know i feel bad about leaving it at a cliffie but, i felt like i needed to, just to get peoples attention. Sorry if it took me so long to update. It's hard to get my ideas in order. Anyways..here's the chapter you've been waiting for..i think. Cheers!

Ps. Sorry about updating so late...I had soo many plans and i had to work a lot..and you know..School's coming up so i got to get ready for that..not going to be an easy feat for the next few weeks. But hopefully it's not too long the next time i update.

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

While he wishes he could escape this It all seems so contagious Not to be yourself and faceless In a song that has no soul I remember feeling low I remember losing hope I remember all the feelings And the day they stopped We are we are all innocent- Innocent by Our Lady Peace

Chapter 16

Xx Innocent xX

Draco stopped walking when he didn't hear Harry's footsteps. When he turned around he couldn't believe his own eyes. How did he get in here, and without being detected? At the look on Harry's face, Draco could only guess he was thinking the same thing. He knew it would of been totally different if it was Ron or Hermione, because Harry was close to them and having them just show up out of no where would probably be less shocking. Though it would make Harry pretty angry because he doesn't want them to be in harms way. But to have him show up, Draco didn't even think the kid was smart enough, Draco figured someone either helped him, or he somehow grew a brain, which to Draco still seemed less likely then the first idea. Draco snickered at his own joke but was quiet when Harry sent him a glare.

"Neville what are you doing here?" Harry asked a bit skeptical, "Better yet tell me how the hell you got here!" He demanded. Neville was shaking, and Harry could tell that he was scared. Sighing Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs, Draco moved to the side to let them pass and then followed them. They ended up in Harry's room, where Harry pushed Neville over to the bed and had him sit down before he fell down out of nerves.

"I-I wanted to s-see that y-you were o-ok" He stammered, clearly intimadated by his house mate, and the fact that he was in a Death Eaters base. He began to look around him, hoping that nobody was hiding somewhere to come out and curse him. He knew he had gotten better, especially since he had his own wand now, but he was still scared to be ambushed. He wasn't sure if Harry would protect him or not, seeing as Harry was now sleeping inside the enemy's own base, and he didn't look like he was tortured. "Y-you haven't switched sides h-have you?" he asked. his voice quavering slightly. Harry just sighed as he stared at his friend and dorm mate.

"No Neville I haven't switched sides, I still intend to kill Voldemort and I know he knows that I do. He's just waiting to kill me himself. It's a long story to explain the reason why i'm here, but answer me this, how did you get here?" He asked this time with a softer voice. Neville shrugged.

"I don't remember, all I know was I was thinking about where you went, and how everyone seemed to be down since you left the day before holidays even started, and then i wished I could make sure you were ok, and I arrived here. Thats when i saw you and came running after you, I was scared to be on my own, and caught by one of the Death Eaters, I mean I-I don't know what they would of d-done to me." He finished, stuttering slightly. Draco rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe the friends Potter made, and how loyal they were. It made Draco think about his own friends and how they wouldn't have cared if he had died, but Harry's friends would. Draco thought about how if he died would Harry care? They were friends right, so would that make him worry about him? Draco sighed, he knew he would probably be sad if he died, even though he could be a real prat at times, Harry was still a good guy. He knew that they all depended on Harry to save them, the amount of faith they put into a 16 year old boy was astonishing.

Harry placed his hand on Neville's shoulder and looked him square in the eye. "You don't have to worry about anything here, ok? I would never let anything happen to anyone. No matter who they were. No one deserves to die, well unless your a death eater, wholly devoted to Voldemort, and if your Voldemort himself, otherwise i'll do whatever i can to keep you alive." Neville nodded at Harry as his face filled with relief. Draco guessed that Harry's reassurance had helped him. Harry turned around and looked at Draco. "Hey, do you think you could sneak back down to the kitchens and grab Neville a glass of water?" Draco nodded and left the room.

Harry directed Neville to the bathroom, and told him to take a shower, and that he'll find him some clothes to change into, Neville only nodded and closed the door, once Harry heard the water start, he began to go through his closet of clothes, and found a light red robe, that would fit Neville perfectly. He heard his bedroom door open and turned to see Voldemort staring at him curiously, wanting an explanation "You know that won't fit you well right?" Harry ignored him, but Voldemort persisted and tried to get into Harry's mind. Harry just shook his head, and then he looked passed Voldemort and saw Draco trying to get in. "Voldemort please move so Draco can come in." Harry said calmly, Voldemort sighed and left the room, allowing Draco to enter. He was about to reenter aswell until the door slammed in his face, and he knew it was Harry because he saw him wave his hand.

Harry took the glass of water from Draco and placed it on the side table, then he opened the bathroom door a crack and placed the red robe on the bathroom chair. Turning around he stared at his red room, a little annoyed. Waving his hand the room changed to a light gold colour, and the bedding stayed red, but a lighter less bloody red then it was before. Draco stared around at the room, surprised that it took Harry this long to even redecorate. Sighing he decided to leave him and Neville alone, so they could discuss anything that needed to be discussed, and Draco guessed that their was alot.

Voldemort was fuming in his throne room, The nerve of him, locking me out of a room in my own house! What is he trying to keep me from seeing, I know there's something. But what? His thoughts stopped when he heard a knock on the door. When he stopped his pacing and looked towards the door, he noticed Lucius standing there, his eyes staring down at the ground. Voldemort waved him in, he felt frustrated but cursing someone wasn't so appealing at the moment, which frustrated him even more. He wanted to find out what Harry was keeping from him, he hoped that having him here would help him figure out what he was up to, but it just made things more difficult. Voldemort pulled himself out of his thoughts and awaited for Lucius to explain to him why he was there.

Lucius cleared his throat and came forward, he bowed down on one knee his eyes on the ground. "Master, I'm sorry to disturb you when you clearly have better and more important things on your mind, but I come to tell you that Bellatrix does not wish to stay still and has head off towards Harry's old residence, in hopes of killing the muggles that inhapit it." Voldemort let Lucius finish before he registered what was happening. So, Bellatrix thinks that she can do what she wishes, not that i wouldn't mind those muggles to be killed, I don't think Harry would hear anything of it. Sighing he knew what to do, "You must stop her, before i do." He said calmly, but there was a hint of a threat low in his voice. Lucius only nodded and left the room, his eyes avoiding his masters. Things were confusing for sure, but Voldemort knew that everything will straighten it's self out. He liked to think of himself as an optimist at times when most people for sure thought he was a pessimist, he gave a half smile, oh Harry was in for a huge surprise.

Harry waited as Neville finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing the red robe he had given to him. Harry handed him the glass of water that Draco had brought back, Neville took it gratefully and sipped it, his shaking had ceased, and he seemed much more under control then he was when he arrived. "So, Neville what made you so worried about me?" Neville shrugged, not really sure why he had a feeling that Harry was in danger.

"I don't know, I just felt dread when i heard you were staying at Voldemorts for the holidays, I guess I thought that you were going to be tortured." Harry raised his eyebrows, but decided to drop it for now. He had a different idea of what to do now that Neville was here.

"Neville does your gran know where you are?" Harry asked, Neville shook his head.

"No my Gran thinks i'm staying at the school for the holidays, She believes thats were you are, and that i'm safer with you, beacause of what happened at the department of mysteries." Harry sighed and nodded, he didn't think anyone was safe if they were with him, they were more likely to get killed and it would be his fault. It always was, he should be stronger, able to protect them, but he wasn't. That was going to change, and he was going to make sure that no one else had to die because of him being to weak to protect them from Voldemort or from his Death Eaters. He was going to train as much as possible, and with whom ever he can get to train with him, so far he had Draco, but maybe just maybe, he could use Neville. He knew that the Prophecy could of been about Neville, maybe he could help Neville become stronger so that if he died, Neville can lead the fight and get rid of Voldemort once and for all. It was a plan, that he hoped could work. That means that he had to tell Neville everything.

"So Neville how would you feel about training with me while your here, if you don't want to thats ok, i can always find away to send you back to the school." Neville's eyes glowed with hope, and they grew wide, he really wanted to train, and if Harry was willing he would so accept.

"I'd love to train, I wish i was as good as you, but maybe...maybe you could help me become stronger then i am now...I just want to be able to prove that i'm not weak, i want to be like you. I always here Gran talking about how she wishes i was more like you, strong and fearless, and how you going to the Department of Mysteries was probably the most stupidest, but bravest thing that she had ever heard of, and how she was glad to know that I was friends with you, because at least if i wasn't strong i'd still be in your ranks." Harry felt sympathetic towards Neville, he knew what it was like to have someone want you to be someone that you know you could never be, no matter how much work you put into it. It was a huge disappointment when you realize that your best just won't do for the people you try to impress.

Ron sat at the Burrows kitchen table, his mind kept drifting off to Harry staying at the Death Eaters hang out. When he was sleeping he dreamt about how Harry was somehow influenced to become a Death Eater, and was walking around wearing a mask and the black robes. When he was awake his mind conjured images of Harry being tortured endlessly, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He was so worried about his best friend that he could barely eat. Everyone in the Weasley household knew something was wrong with him, but no matter how much they asked, he never said a word to them. He walked around, lost in his own world, some times his mind would let a thought in, like how was Hermione handling the situation, and how much he wanted to hurt Draco because he was with Harry, and Ron wasn't. How he wished he could be Harry's hero for once, after all he owed him so much. Everything Harry had done for him, for the Golden Trio wouldn't exist without the raven haired, green eyed boy that everyone threw their problems on, and expected him to solve them.

"Ron!" he heard his sister call, he sighed and ignored her, hoping she would go away, but it didn't happen. She found him sitting in the kitchen alone, staring down at the cracked and stained table, his eyes filled with unshed tears, and his mind somewhere else. Ginny already knew where his mind had gone too, all he had been doing since he came on Holiday was worry about Harry, Ginny was just as worried but she knew that Harry would be ok, she could feel it in her gut. But her stubborn brother wouldn't listen to anything she said, so all she could do was find away to make him snap out of it, but what? She thought maybe if they played Quidditch, but she tried that yesturday and he growled in her direction and went off to a new room for privacy. Sighing Ginny watched her brother sulk and beat himself up, over the fact that he couldn't do anything to help Harry, even though Harry clearly didn't want them their, it would be too dangerous.

Hermione sighed staring down at the letter she had been trying to write for the last hour and a half, their were many wet smudges on the ink. She hissed in frustration and threw the balled up parchment across the room. She didn't know what to say, Ginny had written to her telling her all about Ron's condition, but all she could think about was Harry and she was confused between how she felt for Ron, and the knew feelings she was having for Harry. She didn't know what was real, and what was just in her head. "Hermione? Dinner's almost ready sweetie" She heard her mother call from downstairs.

Hermione sighed "Coming mom" She quickly closed the ink bottle and put that and her quill away. She took a quick glance around and sighed at how disheveled it had gotten since she had returned, with the impending doom settling around her heart. For some reason she had the feeling that she would never see Harry again, for a long time once the holiday was over. She wasn't sure if anyone else could feel it, but it was strong and it was a huge alarm that resonated from her heart into her brain. She pushed it to the back of her mind thinking that she was just paranoid. She made it downstairs and ate dinner. her parents were watching her with concern in their eyes, they could tell something was wrong but they didn't want to pry. Over the years they had learned to respect Hermione's decision for Privacy, because of her being a witch and knowing that she wanted to learn as much as possible, but they had never seen Hermione looking so lost and down, and they knew it had something to do with a friend of her's at school.

Dumbledore sat in his office, contemplating the situation that Harry was now in. There was no way he could breach the trust, but what if he couldn't reach him because he was being tortured senslessly for the prophecy? Dumbeldore was extremely worried about Harry, the poor boy has been through so much, and he was never given the chance to be a boy, their was no childhood that Harry would ever be able to speak to with his children, if he ever made it alive. Dumbledore chastised himself for even thinking in that ludicrous way, of course Harry will survive, he's done so on many occasions, who says that this time will be any different? Dumbledore believed so much in Harry that he realized it probably wasn't the best decision, because it put more pressure on Harry to be more then what he believed he was. Sighing Dumbledore rested his head on his hands, his glasses slid down his nose, his eyes no longer twinkled. This is going to be the hardest year in history, was his last thought before there was a knock at the door and he was once again interupted from his thoughts.

Harry stared down at the book in front of him, his eyes began to swim as he had been staring at it for ages. He was staring at one of the books that he had placed in his bookshelf, he knew that Voldemort already knew everything that was on the bookshelf, that was the reason why he wasn't reading them, but this one book he had hidden amoung his things. He had taken it from the restricted section the day before he left, it had everything he needed to learn the most advance kind of magic possible. Draco had taken Neville into the training room, to help him get started before fighting the 'great Harry' as Draco liked to joke about. Harry had smacked him on the back of his head, and Draco sent him a wounded look which Harry just shrugged and smirked. Harry sighed, he wondered how Neville was doing, Draco was still pretty strong, and Harry also new that Neville was probably scared out of his wits, and probably didn't know why Harry had let Draco take him somewhere. Harry could only hope that Neville learned to trust him, even though he barely trusted himself.

Harry had learned long ago that life was a strange factor, and that nothing could ever stay the same, no matter how much work you did to keep it that way, something will come along and just blow everything away. You just had to start over, and try to rebuild, maybe even try a different life, things would probably always be hard for him, with someone always trying to kill you, you'd probably realise that as well. Harry had once tried to look on the bright side, but then realised there wasn't any, just another horror that he wasn't willing to face, even though at some point in his life it will be blown straight into his face, and he won't be able to look away. It wasn't an easy life to live, to be the Boy-who-lived, but it was a life he was force to, because of some prophecy that shouldn't have even existed.

With nothing else to do, Harry stopped his self pity and returned to studying the book in front of him, he had to learn as much spells as he could, and he needed to practice with Draco once his session with Neville was over. Harry still wondered whether Voldemort had figured out that their was someone else in the house, that wasn't suppose to be their. If he had, he either didn't care, or cared but just didn't feel like doing anything about it. If he didn't know, then he was stupider then Harry thought and would love to laugh in his face about it.

Draco and Neville took a seat on the old couches, their breathing was ragged as they just finished training. Draco was surprised, the DA had been good for Neville, his power was stronger. I can't believe that Harry was a good teacher, but I guess i shouldn't be surprised, he's been through more then anyone else with spells that he's used against the Dark Lord, maybe thats what he uses. Draco thought. Neville gave him a smile, "Wow! That felt soo cool, do you think i'm strong enough to train against Harry?" He asked, hope in his voice. Draco sighed shaking his head, What makes people soo interested in fighting Harry? I seriously don't get it..I mean hell first it was the Dark Lord, and now a hell of a lot of people. This won't help Harry to get away from his fame, Pity. Draco stood up, and Neville followed suit.

"I think maybe a few more days of practice, and I'll show you some new spells and then perhaps you will be able to duel Harry in a training match, but i believe he'll be proud at how much you've accomplished so far." When Draco was finished, Neville was positively beaming with pride. Draco had to hide his smirk and just rolled his eyes as he guided Neville out of the room, and back towards Harry's bedroom. They were quiet as they strode through the hall, Neville thinking about the spells he had accomplished and how he almost beat Draco. Draco thinking about what spells Harry was going to use on him, as Harry imagined that Draco was the Dark Lord. Draco had to shiver at the thought. He was glad that Harry didn't actually believe the image, because he was afraid of what Harry would do, Man was he ever glad that he wasn't the Dark Lord right now.

They finally reached Harry's room, but before they could enter, they heard Harry's voice, and then a chuckle and knew that Voldemort was in their. Draco quickly grabbed Neville's shirt and pulled him down the hall until they reached Draco's room. He threw Neville on to his bed before he turned back to the door. His heart was beating so fast, he didn't know what to do. He turned back to face Neville, "Don't do anything, if you hear anyone coming run into the bathroom and lock the door, it doesn't matter if it's me or not." He hissed quickly to Neville who nodded, trying to keep his fear out of his eyes. Then Draco turned and left the room, leaving Neville to shake in fear not knowing what was going to happen. Draco knew how innocent poor Neville was, he had never seen death, or cursed someone so horribly. Harry was no longer that innocent, for Draco had hear Harry use an unforgivable. Neville was their last hope of having anything good in the world. HIs innocence was the key, they just didn't know that yet, and neither did the unexpecting Neville, who had no idea how much he was needed for this war.