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A/N I know my last chapter was short..I'm sorry but i didn't want to make you guys wait any longer for the next chapter. Hopefully i can make this one long, and it would make up for the shortness of the other one. Hopefully this has enough action in it to keep everyone interested. Please Review. And thank you to all who have reviewed, I appreciate everyone single one, i'm glad to know that people like reading it. I hope this will help answer more of your questions, and in advance i'm sorry, I'm not good with making up spells but i hope they work anyways... Enjoy!

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

Some say we're never meant to grow up I'm sure they never knew enough I know the pressures won't go away It's too late Find out the difference somehow It's too late to even have faith Don't think things will ever change You must be dreaming Think before you make up your mind You don't seem to realize I can do this on my own And if I fall I'll take it all It's so easy after all Believe me 'cause now's the time to try Don't wait, the chance will pass you by Time's up to figure it out You can't say it's too late Seems like everything we knew Turned out were never even true Don't trust, things will never change You must be dreaming Some say we're better off without Knowing what life is all about I'm sure they'll never realize the way It's too late Somehow it's different everyday In some ways it never fades away Seems like it's never gonna change I must be dreaming-Some say by Sum 41

Chapter 17

Xx Some Say xX

Harry glared at Voldemort, but inside he was laughing. I can't believe the luck i have that he still hasn't figured out that Neville is here. Oh this is so great, I can't wait to tell Draco. Then the next thing that happened snapped Harry out of his thoughts. Voldemort reached out and placed a finger against Harry's cheek. Harry hissed and moved away, his scar had burned, and Harry cursed himself for allowing his concentration to disappear. Voldemort wore a satisfied smirk on his face as his red eyes bore into Harry's. That bloody bastard and his friggen touch. If i was strong enough, i'd curse him to hell and hope to God that the bastard burns. He smiled at the thought but knew it wasn't possible, he glared once again, why does everything have to be so difficult? Sighing he took a few steps back, just he was in his own little comfort zone, his hand reached into his back pocket and grabbed his wand. Draco happened to show up just then, and sighing with relief Harry moved his eyes back over to Voldemort's and gave him a half smile, "If you don't mind, me and Draco have some...Work to attend to." Voldemort raised his eyebrow and stared at them both for a few minutes, before he excused himself mumbling something about needing to attend to something.

Harry laughed in triumph once Voldemort was gone, his fist that had clamped so hard on his wand was loosening, so that his white knuckles faded and was replaced by his tan, calloused hand. He turned back and stared at Draco, he could see the fear their. Sighing he moved towards Draco and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "It's ok, I know how to deal with him." Draco sighed ducking his head, as he tried to calm his nerves. He really thought that he would come into the room and see Harry being tortured for information, instead they were just having the strangest and probably most conspicous conversation he had ever seen between the two of them. Considering that now they both wanted to kill each other, they were almost civil to each other. Draco had to admit, It scared him, because he knew that Harry was actually starting to count on Voldemort always being there, and then when the time came down to Harry needing to kill him, Draco feared that Harry wouldn't be able to do it. Because of what was left of the young boy during that first year, wouldn't allow him to kill someone who had the same blood as he. Oh yes, Draco knew about the the blood, actually he knew everything.

A couple days ago, before Neville had shown up, Harry had sat him down and they began to talk, Draco told him of the life he had when he lived here, that it wasn't the happiest but most memorable times, and not in a good way. Harry had sympathized with him, and told him of all the beatings the Dursley's had given him, because they considered he was a 'freak'. Draco felt horrible after all the things he had done to him. Draco had assumed which he knew probably more then half of the Slytherins had assumed, he had been pampered his whole life, and all he expected was people to treat him like a king, because of how famous he was. Now Draco realized that, that wasn't the case. All Harry wanted was to have a normal life, and with everything that was going on, it was kind of impossible.

Things were pretty tense, for the next few minutes as Draco just stood their. Harry looked around and realized that Neville wasn't their, when Harry inquired about it Draco remembered that he left Neville in his room. So the both of them took off to Draco's room, when they entered Harry couldn't see him. Draco pointed to the washroom and explained that he told Neville to hide if he heard anybody coming. So the both walked up to the door and knocked, nothing. Harry tried the handle and noticed it was locked so he knew that Neville was still in the room. "Neville, It's Harry. It's safe to come out." He whispered. They heard a scuffle behind the door, but they didn't hear anything unlock, so glancing at each other, Harry pulled out his wand and whispered something that Draco caught as "Alohamora". There was a click and they pushed open the door to see Neville sitting on the floor, shaking so hard that it looked like he was having a seizure.

"Ohmigod, It really was you. Oh i'm soo sorry..I-I was just so scared that it was -V-V-..He-who-must-not-be-named. I didn't know what to do." Neville said in a rush as he jumped to his feet and rushed at Harry. Wrapping his shaking arms around Harry, Draco winced at Harry. Harry couldn't help but feel bad, Neville was redused to nothing more then a little boy scared to be on his own. Sighing Harry wrapped his arms around Neville's shaking body, hoping to calm him down before they tried to remove him from Draco's quarters and back into Harry's.

Later Harry and Draco stood in front of each other, in the training room. Harry was thinking about something and Draco was just standing their, worry evident on his face. He didn't like the thoughful look that Harry had, it was never a good thing in Draco's opinion. Harry smiled and looked at Draco as a spell came into mind. "Hey Draco, I know something that'll help me train. There's this spell that'll change your image to whoever I choose. I can make you change into Voldemort and you can taunt me, and i'll fight you."

Draco groaned, he knew it was a good idea, but before he at least had the impression that he was still himself, all he did was taunt him, now he was being asked to take on the visage of the Dark Lord, and taunt him. Draco knew for a fact that he was going to be killed, or at least close to it. Sighing he nodded. Harry grinned and pointed his wand at Draco, "Abfel saga Voldemort!" The light red spell hit Draco, and he felt it warm him. Soon he felt his body grow tall, his fingers thinned, and he felt his nose shrink to the size of slits.. He couldn't help but shiver at the idea of looking like Harry's greatest enemy, it was just not natural.

Harry smirked at the transformation, and then he changed his postion so he was in his battle stance. Draco followed, he could hear his heart pumping loudly in his ears, this was so not a good idea. Harry stared at Draco, who was now Voldemort, a determined look crossed his face, making Draco gulp. He knew he had to start the taunts, but where to begin? "So, Potter, you really think you can beat me? What makes you so much better then everyone else? Your parents had no chance against me. Your mom pleaded, no she begged, on her hands and knees for me to not kill you." Draco did a good imatation of Voldemort's sneer, and then he spat at the ground where Harry's feet where. "What a waste of her protection that was. Your a disappointment to the potter bloodline, a half blood, and weak wizard with no magical strength. You'll never win against me, your just like all the other pathetic Wizards that i have killed. You'll be another name on a long list of names." Then Draco did a cackle, trying to make him seem like Voldemort, he was scared out of his mind. He looked at Harry and saw Harry's face harden in hatred, Draco gulped and got his wand ready. Oh crap, I am so going to die now.

Harry glared at the fake Voldemort, he had to remember to not use very strong spells, because he is after all Draco, and he did after all ask him to act like Voldemort. But Harry was not going to just let him say that about him, or his parents. He raised his wand and pointed it at Draco's chest, "Shut up, Voldemort. You know nothing of what I can do. Stupefy" Draco ducked the spell and sent one back, and watched as Harry deflected it with a quick Protego shield. The fight continued, each throwing spells at each other, every spell getting more dangerous and hurtful for the other person. Draco had been lucky so far that he was able to get out of the spells path, because there were a few cutting spells, and things that would probably have seriously injured him. Draco stopped being disappointed when Harry was able to deflect Draco's spells with a flick of his wrist. Harry was just to good, and he knew how to cast and block spells, the guy was practically a Defense teacher in his own right.

The duel started to wind down, and hour later as they both started to breath heavily, and exhaustion was begining to sink into their limbs. Harry was determined to win, and wasn't about to give up, he decided to send out one of the curses he had just learned, it was just a disabling spell but it was effective for his purpose. "Bodgefy" The brown spell speed towards Draco, who tried to block, but he was exhausted and couldn't move out of the way on time, and the spell hit him. The Voldemort facade disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground, tired and weak. The spell made him confused for a bit, and then he went to reach for his wand, when he found it was gone. Looking up he saw Harry staring down at him, Draco's wand in his hand, and a slightly confused look in his eye.

Draco stood up and smiled at Harry, "Wow, that was um, interesting." Harry smirked and clapped him on the back. They turned and left the room, both sweaty yet satisfied about how the duel ended. Draco went to his room, and Harry continued down the hall till he reached his. When he entered he noticed Neville sitting on a chair in the corner, fear on his face. At first Harry was confused at what could make him so scared, then he turned his head and noticed Voldemort also sitting in a chair, and facing Neville, a small smile tugging at his lips. Harry cursed under his breath and continued into the room, ignoring Voldemort's presence.

Neville jumped slightly as Harry made his way towards him, he was sweaty, and Neville guessed it was because he just finished his duel with Draco. Glancing over at where Voldemort was sitting Neville gulped and tried to get Harry to help him. Harry sighed and looked between the two. "I'm going in for a quick shower. Please behave, I don't want to have to clean up anyones mess." He turned and walked into the bathroom. He missed both Neville's fearful look, and Voldemorts gleeful look. Harry just didn't care, he wanted to clean up and sleep, but he knew he had to deal with them, and the situation he had found himself in. Harry growled in frustration as he turned the water on and stripped down. He waited till the water was warm before he stepped under it. He sighed as the hot water cleansed his skin, and massaged his pulled and sore muscles.

This was going to be one long and sore break. That was when Harry remembered, Christmas day was tomorrow. He wondered who had given him presents this year. He knew that the Dursley's probably did not, because they never gave him anything except a roof over his head. Harry finished washing and climbed out of the shower. He looked in the mirror, he had changed a lot over the summer and then even just resently. Harry hated his image, but he knew that he had to learn to live with it. He wouldn't become what Voldemort had, a monster with no true emotions, to make him even remotely human.

He quickly finished drying up and putting on clothes. He stepped out of the bathroom and looked between Neville and Voldemort. He gave Voldemort a smile "Bet you didn't know i can sneak people in here, without you knowing did you?" Voldemort sighed and shook his head.

"I have to admit I was surprised to come in here and have Mr. Longbottom sitting here on his own. I inquired to know where you had disappeared to, but he would not give me an answer. Though i was tempted to read his mind, I knew that Perhaps i should just wait for you to return."

Harry shrugged, as he turned to Neville, "Go see Draco, you can stay their until i'm done here." Neville only nodded and scurried out the door, fear making him move faster then he normally was. Harry glanced over at Voldemort, he could feel him trying to get into his mind, using their connection. Harry pushed him out using as much Occlumency skill he had. Harry realized he needed to work harder to get all of his skills up, he didn't want to be an open book for Tom to kill him.

"Your friend has remarkable innocence, are you even aware what having him here could do to him?" Voldemort asked, mock concern in his voice. Harry just glared at him, What the hell does he know about innocence? He's never had any to compare to. Voldemort laughed at Harry, "Oh Harry, I forgot, your no longer as innocent as you wish you were. Remember you used an unforgivable, though it may not have done what it was suppose to, it was enough that you could say the words. Perhaps sooner then you think, you'll find the hatred in you to cast it, and the enjoyment on the pain it inflicts." Harry winced.

"I will never become what you are, Tom. I despise the things you stand for, the things you do. The things you believe is right. You may have gone through a rough child hood, but so has a lot of people. Stop trying to make excuses to get ride of people, this world doesn't belong to you, and it never will. Your just some scum that lives on the earth, a disgrace to all wizards, especially half bloods. You kill your own kind, why? Because you despise yourself so much that you don't like the reminder of what you have become? Think about what you are doing before real damage is inflicted." Harry took a deep breath and stared into Voldemort's eyes, they were his normal red, but he was fuming with everything Harry had said, Harry could feel the anger radiating off of him like an oven.

Voldemort stood up, he was a few feet taller then Harry, so it was slightly intimidating, but Harry was used to people being taller then him, Ron was a few feet taller and Harry wasn't scared of him. Harry straightened up showing that he wasn't afraid of Voldemort. "You know nothing of what i've been through, so what your little muggle relatives threw a few punches? Even more reason to get rid of them, and all their kind. Muggle borns think they are so much better then the rest of us, and that they are oh so strong, they aren't. They don't have the knowledge or strength pure bloods have, Half bloods are a disgrace to all Wizards, they try to fit in both worlds, and they don't belong in either. I am not a half blood, never say that again to me, or i won't be responsible for my actions. Your lucky so far Harry Potter, that i haven't done anything thus far, to injure you, but soon your luck will run out, and you will wish you never said anything to me at all."

Harry just smirked, "You actually believe i'm scared of your warnings. After everything you did to me, how much of my life is gone, you should be begging me to forgive you, because when the last battle comes, don't expect me to show any mercy on you. You killed my parents, when i was one. Then you tried to kill me. I hate you more then i can hate anything else in my life. Then you possessed Quirrel, and tried to get the stone, and then when that didn't work you tried to kill me again. My second year, your memory possessed Ginny, and you set your little pet snake on the school, and almost killed my classmates and friends, then i had to kill your snake and save Ginny from being killed by your stupid Diary. Ohh lets not forget your little servant, Wormtail who you helped convince to betray my parents. Which got them killed, that little pest is soo lucky i didn't let Sirius and Lupin kill him, I should of. I shouldn't have protected him, because he got free, and came to you. You bastard why don't you just die!" By then tears were forming in Harry's eyes, mostly from anger and remembered pain. Voldemort just watched amusment and pride in his eyes. "You had to come back my 4th year, kill a decent man, because he wasn't who you wanted, he was only a spare, you tortured me, you made everything a joke. Tieing me up against your father's gravestone. The same man you killed youself. I'm not stupid Tom, I know more about you then you can ever imagine."

Harry took a step forward, and punched Voldemort in the face, He went all out, and punched him with everything he had. That included his anger, and frustration, and how much he wanted to cause Voldemort pain, like he caused him pain. Harry smiled in satisfaction when Voldemort's cheek split and began to bleed. He whipped around and strode from the room, he still felt angry but not as much as he did before. He went in search of Draco and Neville, he wanted to talk to them about what just happened. Everything was so confusing, and now the situation was different, he had a different outlook on what he had to do. He still didn't know how he was going to kill Voldemort, though he was more certain then anything that he had too. Especially with what just happened, once Voldemort was out of his life, he could live normally.

Dumbledore paced Grimmauld's kitchen, an Order meeting was about to start. He was worried and he needed to talk to Severus but he hadn't contacted him lately. Lupin was watching him, a worried expression on his face. Dumbledore sighed and stopped turning to look at Lupin. He gave him a small smile, his blue eyes twinkling only slightly. "I'm sorry to worry you, it's just i'm anxious about how this meeting will turn out." Dumbledore explained.

Lupin nodded understanding. He knew that Dumbledore was normally a together person, and he wasn't anxious about anything, and that he was normally a cheerful person. The only person who could keep people calm, and he was the level headed person. But ever since Harry had gone off with Voldemort the first time, Dumbledore's attitude had changed fully, he was more worried, and not just for the people in the order, but for Harry and the rest of the Wizarding world. Harry was just a child, who had a huge burden on his shoulders. He carried it around, with only slight complaint, but when someone offered him help he always refused, saying that this was his responsibility, and he was the one who would carry it. Lupin sighed tears forming in his eyes. Poor Harry, he was never given the chance for a childhood, one that he deserves. Why does everything have to happen to him?

Dumbledore sat down once the room had filled up with Order members. Dumbledore was about to start when the door opened and Severus walked in. Dumbeldore sighed with relief, finally he was going to get news about Harry. Dumbledore watched Severus take his seat. He looked worn out, and Dumbledore felt sympathy for him. The Potions master probably hasn't gotten much sleep ever since he became a spy, and yet, he was probably the most helpful of all the Order members."Now that everyone is here, I'd like to start the meeting. Severus what do you have for us?"

Severus stood up, sighing "Potter and the Dark Lord have gotten into a fight." Severus smirked as everyone around the room gasped, "It wasn't a duel but a verbal fight, and then it got physical, Potter punched the Dark Lord. Surprisingly enough, Potter can actually hit. He caused the Dark Lord's cheek to split and bleed. The Dark Lord came to me and asked for me to heal his cheek. He didn't seem mad that Potter hit him, more like surprised and impressed." Severus commented. Everyone began to talk at once, mostly about what had happened. Dumbledore raised his hands, quieting everyone.

Everyone was anxious to finish the meeting, so when half an hour passed, Dumbledore decided it was time to end the meeting. Shacklebolt finished his account of what the other Auror's were doing about the Death Eater attacks. So far they were quiet and were few and far between. Dumbledore suspected that it had something to do with Harry being at Voldemort's Head Quarters. "Well, this concludes our meeting. I hope that when we gather again, more good news will arrive. We need to win this fight, even if it's against just the Death Eaters. Harry needs us, he needs to know that we will do what we can to help in this fight. He has to fight Voldemort in the end, that is for certain. Let's just hope that when that day comes, he is well trained. The meeting is over, Good day!" Dumbledore left the room, abruptly and apparated back to his office. That speech was going to cause a stir, he was certain of that.

Harry made it back to his room after he assured both Neville and Draco that he was ok. He recounted what had happened, earning himself a few gasps, and Draco punching his arm with a loud "Bloody Hell!" before he decided to retire to his room. Now Harry sat on his bed, changed into his pj's he stared out the window. The stars were coming out, and Harry was able to locate the star Sirius. A tear formed in his eye as he thought about his godfather. Harry missed him so much, the laughter and the jokes, his bark like laugh and how he cared so much for him. Harry growled, and threw himself underneath the covers. He had to sleep, Christmas was tomorrow, and the soon he'd be going back to Hogwarts. Harry closed his eyes, clearing his mind. He had to practice Occlumency at some point, why not start now? Harry slept peacefully, as Voldemort snuck in and laid out Harry's presents at the foot of his bed, a smile forming on his lips.