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A/n Alright … so if you've been keeping up with my story, I'm sorry that I haven't updated… in I guess a year… I guess the main reason is because I lost all interest in writing. I was sort of going through something… but I'm trying to get out of it, and hopefully this chapter will be the beginning of my new start. All I have to say is, boyfriends can really suck sometimes, and especially when they hurt you, and then confuse you by saying they still want you, Frustrating for sure.

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

I'm giving up I'm doing this alone now Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how He's told me the way and I'm trying to get there And this life sentence that I'm serving I admit that I'm every bit deserving But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
I am a hostage to my own humanity Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made And all I'm asking is for You to do what You can with me But I can't ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because I've got to get out of here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake I've got to get out of here And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape.
I fought you for so long I should have let you in Oh how we regret those things we do and all I was trying to do was save my own skin but so were You-Be my escape by Relient K

Chapter 19

Xx Be my escape xX

Hermione sat alone in the common room looking over her runes homework. School was going to be starting in a couple of days and Harry still wasn't back yet. She knew she should stop worrying about him, but for some reason she couldn't get the image of him chained and beaten hanging against the wall unable to fight back out of her head. Hermione shivered at the image. 'There has to be something I can do' she thought to herself. Sighing she closed up her book for the fifth time that day and left the common room, she thought maybe the library would be better, but once again she was wrong. There was nothing she could do to get Harry's image out of her head.

Finally, after many hours of fretting she ended up giving into the feelings controlling her and she ran to the girl's washroom where she cried into the running sink, hoping to drown out her sobs and hide her tears. She didn't know when she had ever really cried for him before, but now all the anguish and harsh times he had ever gone through and will still go through, the pain came forth and spilled out with her tears. 'Oh Harry, why does everything so horrible have to happen to you?' she asked herself. Shaking her head she turned to leave but ended up bumping right into someone, looking up she was face to face with Pansy Parkinson. "Excuse me" Hermione said quietly before taking a step away from her. Pansy just smirked at her.

"Is Potter in trouble again, Granger? Oh what a shame, I guess I won't have to worry about him beating our team again." Her eyes glowed with excitement and it was all Hermione could do to not curse her. She quickly grabbed her backpack and swung back around to face Pansy.

"You think he's finished, but you don't know Harry at all. He'll win anything that's laid before him, so don't get your hopes up." Then she quickly exited the bathroom and ran back to the common room.

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Draco sat in the work out room for the longest time before he decided to give up. There's no way he would ever figure out how all the equipment would work, and he wasn't even going to try. Harry was much better at this stuff then he was all Draco wanted to do was get the whole battle over with so he could continue on with his life. The only thing that worried him was as the duel date approached Harry was becoming less concerned while Voldemort was becoming tenser by the second, there's no way the Dark Lord was scared to face Harry, it's just not possible. The evidence in front of him was telling him otherwise. Harry was out jogging and enjoying the fresh air for the 3rd time in the last 4 hours. While the Dark Lord paced his throne room, tension radiating off of him in pools of magic. None of the Death Eaters dared to step in the room; they didn't want to face their Lords wrath. Draco scoffed, their just a bunch of flobberworms. Sighing he leaned back in the only sofa not configured into muggle work out equipment and closed his eyes, he needed to keep his body fit and his powers at par, in case he needed to step in for Harry, which Draco very much doubted would happen. Draco closed his eyes and just as he began to drift off to sleep one thought slipped past and implanted it's self within his mind, 'You never know'.

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Harry timed himself as he ran around the mansion once, glancing down at his watch he saw that it took him a minute, shaking his head he began to speed up. He wanted to become faster, stronger and smarter, but it was going to take everything to just be able to do that. He kept on running, everything depended on how much he could endure, and he planned on enduring more then any human should, because he wasn't going to be fighting a human, he was going to be fighting a monster, someone who wanted to control him. Harry hated people like that, controlling and possessive, he never understood why people were like that, and he still didn't.

30 minutes passed, and Harry finally stopped running, he leaned against the wall, sweat trailing down his forehead and neck. His breath was ragged, but he felt so exhilarated. This was helping him, he was becoming stronger, he noticed it every time he looked in the mirror, his muscles were well defined, and he could handle more cardio then he use to. So far it looked like his workout was doing wonders, he had a feeling that he could last longer against Voldemort then before. Sighing in exhaustion he climbed up the stairs and entered the Mansion. He knew that school was going to be starting soon; he figured he'd better start packing if he wanted to make it back in time. Once in his room, he opened his trunk and set to organizing all his clothes and books that he would take back with him. There were some books that Voldemort owned that he felt he would still need, the battle was going to take place 3 weeks after he got back to school. There was still enough time for him to finish his rigorous training with Draco and Neville. He really wanted to help Neville become more confident about his spell casting ability, even though he could tell that Neville was improving, it wasn't to the point of where Harry and Draco and even Ron were.

Harry understood the struggle and hardship that Neville would have to face to become the best, it was difficult, time consuming, and very exhausting, but it had to be done in order for someone to be able to become all they could be. Harry didn't find himself smart, or strong, or even the best wizard, all he knew was that whatever he did, he had to do to become better, in order to finally defeat Voldemort. He had this last day to get ready for his departure and then he would finally be back at the school. What a break it had been.

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Ginny sat alone in the common room, her transfiguration homework laid out before her. It was all she could do to keep herself busy through what she felt like was a long and unwanted break. Harry was gone, and everyone had been fretting for the entire break, even she was worried. He hadn't written once to them to let them know if he was ok, which sort of made her a little angry at him, but she thought maybe he was tied up and can't. She only wished he wasn't. She didn't want to find out that the man she has been falling in love with will never know how she felt. She turned back to her reading; she knew that Professor McGonagall wouldn't be lenient with her just because Harry wasn't there. A few minutes later the portrait hole opened up and when Ginny turned around she saw that it was Harry. A huge smile brightened her face, "Harry!" She called out. He looked over at her and smiled, "Hey Ginny" he said softly before he climbed up the boy's dormitory stairs and disappeared. She frowned after him, not sure what had just happened. Was he trying to hide something from her? Curious she followed him up the stairs, her Transfiguration homework forgotten.

As Ginny climbed the stairs, she could her scuffling across the wooden floors. Curious as ever, she grabbed the door knob to open it, but the door wouldn't budge. She pushed harder on the door, and tried to unlock it using the Alohomora spell, but nothing worked. Ginny puffed out an irritated breath and walked back down the stairs to the common room. She stared at her homework, lying their innocently before her. Still frustrated with Harry's behaviour she grabbed her homework and stormed up into the girl's dormitories, knowing she'd never get her work done now.

Harry sighed as he heard Ginny leave. He knew he shouldn't have acted so suspicious. He couldn't help it. Having lived with Voldemort the last few weeks, being suspicious was all he knew. Harry turned back to his trunk and pulled out the Marauders Map. He wanted to check on a special room that he was hoping he could use for training Neville and Draco. The room of Requirement was still unused, as he thought it might be. Smiling he tapped and folded the map away, slipping it into the pocket of his robes before he dug into his trunk for his invisibility cloak. He quickly slipped the cloak on and left the dormitories, slipping past Dean Thomas as he made his way towards the stairs. He looked around the Common Room, satisfied no one would see him leaving; he slipped out the portrait hole, and made his way to the 7th floor.

Harry quickly paced back and forth 3 times thinking about the perfect work room, with a track, and lots of equipment and a dueling mat. He turned to see a door where there was only a wall, and he quickly entered the room, closing the door silently as he whipped the Cloak off. The room was absolutely perfect. There was a 400 meter track in the center of the room, with the middle of it filled with a huge practice mat for dueling. Circling the track was all sorts of different work out machines as well as free weights. The walls were protected from any spells being deflected. Harry was also happy to note that there was pool off in one corner of the room, and beside it, blocked off by a mini wall was a small kitchenette with a large bookshelf filled with spell books.

Satisfied with how well the room turned out, he started to work. He found that the room provided him with a pair of sweat pants and a tank top; he changed and began to run around the track. After about 6 laps around the track, Harry walked to the small Kitchenette and opened the mini fridge where he pulled out a bottle of water, and took a large gulp, making sure he stayed hydrated. Then he slowly made his way to the mats, taking a look around at what machine he wanted to try first. He sat down on the mats and began to stretch. Feeling his muscles pull he sighed, the tension falling out of his shoulders as he picked up a routine.

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Ron sat at the Gryffindor table, picking at his Lunch. It was Sunday, and he hadn't seen Harry yet. Classes started up again on Monday, and Ron was worried Harry wasn't coming back. He felt someone sit down beside him, he turned to look and saw Ginny, her face set in anger. Ron was slightly taken aback. He turned to face her, "What's wrong Ginny?" His sister just glared down at her empty plate. Ron shrugged about to let it go, thinking it was one of Ginny's new boyfriends or something that was infuriating her. To his surprise she finally turned to look at him.

"Harry's being all suspicious again have you talked to him since he's come back?" Ron stared at her, not sure he heard her.

"Harry's back?" He asked incredulously. Ginny nodded her eyes going wide as she realized Ron didn't know that he had returned this morning just after breakfast had started.

Ron quickly whipped his head around to stare at the Slytherin table and noticed Draco was sitting there with his gang of friends, laughing and enjoying his lunch. Ron was infuriated. How could Harry not let him know he was back, to just forget about them like that? Ron jumped up from the table and ran out of the Great Hall. Ron decided he was going to find Harry and confront him. When Ron reached Gryffindor Tower, he hesitated. He knew Harry probably had a lot on his mind, what with the upcoming duel against Voldemort in a week and trying to find away to kill him as well. Ron quickly told the Fat Lady the password (New Moon) and entered the common room. Harry wasn't sitting in any of the chairs, or behind any desks doing homework, Ron rushed up the boy's stairs, but Harry wasn't in their room either. Concerned Ron went to Harry's trunk, and rifled through it, trying to find the map. It wasn't their either, Ron figured Harry must have taken it. What was he using the map for? Confused Ron walked back down to the common Room where he found Hermione starting to set up her study spot. Ron ran over to her, "Hermione! Have you seen Harry?" Hermione shook her head.

"Harry's back?" She asked.

"Yah, Ginny said she saw him come in just after breakfast started, she said he was acting all suspicious again" Ron explained. Hermione sighed, brushing her bushy hair out of her face, as she continued to stack up her books in front of her.

"Well if he's back, I'm sure he's doing something he deems important, enough so that he's being quiet about it. Maybe it has something to do with Voldemort-"Ron winced, "-Oh for Christ's Sake Ron it's just a name, you should be able to say it without flinching, anyways as I was saying, whatever he's doing, he doesn't want us apart of, probably because he's afraid we'll get hurt. You know Harry." Hermione pulled out a roll of parchment, and set to work after she finished her short speech. Ron sighed knowing that she was right. He was still Irked that Harry could get lost in something that he felt was more important then his own friends, but Ron realized that right now, Harry was different, not the same 11 year old that Ron had befriended their first year.

Ron decided to start his homework, knowing that eventually Harry was going to have to return to his dorm room, for whatever reason, and what better place to wait for him, then the common room.

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Draco had watched as Ron ran out of the room, rage on his face. He sighed. Looks like Weasel knows Harry's back. I hope Harry has his wand ready, looks like he's going to need it. Draco thought to himself. Then he looked away as his attention was called back to Pansy.

"I hope Harry never comes back to school. It'll make it easier for you to win the cup Draco dear" Pansy said sweetly to him. Draco fought the urge to roll his eyes. A small smile tugging at his lips as he realized where he had gotten that urge from.

"I want Harry to come back. That way I can prove to everyone I'm just as good as he is, maybe even better" He replied. Pansy looked down quickly before she composed her self and nodded. Draco then turned to Crabbe and Goyle, asking them about how their Holiday had gone. Pansy pouted slightly at him, but he ignored her. Finally when he felt he had sat in the Great Hall for long enough, Draco stood up, and excused himself from the table, telling them something about a potions assignment he hadn't worked on yet.

When Draco was cleared of the ever present Slytherin crowd, he let go of his cool demeanor and rolled his eyes. Of all the things I could have picked up from Harry, it had to be the eye rolling; I guess now I understand why he does it so much. Some people can be unbelievably annoying. Draco thought. As he walked through the halls, he realized he wasn't making his way to the dungeons, but to the 7th floor. Frustrated, Draco was about to turn around when he noticed there was a door in the spot where he knew there shouldn't be. Curious he walked towards it, and quietly opened it. What he saw almost made him gasp. He quickly pulled himself together and slipped through the door.

There was strange machinery every where he looked. In the corner he noticed a pool, and that there was someone swimming in it. Moving closer he noticed black raven hair peeking out of the light bluish green water, and that was when he realized who had created the room, and what it was for.

Draco moved closer, and watched as Harry continued to do laps across the expansive pool. After another five minutes, Harry finally stopped swimming and began to climb out of the pool. Draco crossed his arms over his chest and waited for his new green eyed friend to turn around.

Harry let out a satisfied breath as he climbed out of the pool. The water was warm, and comforting. He walked over to a small table where there were towels piled high. He quickly grabbed one and began to dry himself off. As he bent down to dry his legs, he felt a strange sensation sliver down his back. Straightening he slowly turned around, wand in hand to see who had found him. Harry saw Draco standing there, arms crossed over his chest, face impassive, almost bored looking, as he stared at him. Harry smiled sheepishly realizing that Draco knew what the room was for, and what Harry had been doing since he arrived back at Hogwarts.

"Well at least we now know you haven't died" Draco remarked. Harry smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Drake, I kind of got caught up with the whole training. Um, did you want to join? I know I promised to help train you, and I could use a sparring partner." Harry asked, slightly nervous.

Draco only sighed, shaking his head. "Only you Harry, could get so lost in training, that you would forget the rest of world existed." Then Draco moved forward, and pushed Harry back into the pool, Harry still had his grip on the towel. Draco laughed as Harry resurfaced. The look of shock on his face was priceless. Then Harry's arm snacked out and latched on to Draco's ankle, "Harry don't you dare, these are new clothes-"Harry yanked and Draco was pulled into the pool with him. Draco resurfaced sputtering, "-I'm going to get you back for that scar head!" Draco threatened. Harry just laughed as he swam to the other end of the pool and climbed out, the soaking and dripping towel hanging from his hand.

Draco climbed out of the pool, and magical dried himself, glad to notice that his clothes weren't ruined. He glared at Harry who was sitting casually on the sparring mats. Draco made his way over their, noticing that Harry was toying with his wand, a serious look on his face. Sighing Draco sat down beside him, "What's wrong Harry?" Harry shrugged, still wearing his bathing suit. He stood up, looking down at Draco; he gave him a small smile before he turned around and opened a door on the side of the room, and disappeared.

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I'm also starting a new story..starting from Harry's first year...i hope it works out..