Lets' do this thing! Don't own XD

Telepathic - "lalalalalalalala"

Harry panted, he slumped over himself as he gained back his breathe. He reflected on his performance and came to the conclusion that he had spent way to much time as a cat, he had been slow and the Death Eaters should not have been able to do as much damage as they had.

He stiffened suddenly as a magical aura filled the clearing, that signature filled with darkness, hate, jealousy… death. That aura was so familiar, so close to himself that Harry knew who it was instantly… Lord Voldemort.

Harry straightened his back and slowly turned around to come face to face with his enemy of 18 years.

Voldemort stood just inside the clearing, he wore his power like a winter cloak, thick and garish… letting Harry know just how powerful he was, his mask a grinning parody of the devil, crimson eyes glinted through the openings. Three wizards stood just behind Voldemort, Two on the left, One on the right, their faces unlike The Dark Lords' were unmasked, Harry recognised, Snapes' oily hair and hooked nose, and the Malfoys' aristocratic features and the platinum blonde hair.

His gaze flicked back to Voldemort, or rather his mask.

"At last we meet, Harry Potter" came the clear voice through the opening in the mask.

Harry hissed at the figure, watching in silent amusement as both Malfoys' and Snape almost stepped back. Harry knew his red eye was almost glowing and the green eye showed his magic swirling underneath the surface.

"I had hoped we could speak civilly Harry, but maybe your time as a cat has made you forget how to communicate with the higher species?" Voldemort had adopted a disappointed tone, almost alike that of Dumbledore, this time Harry growled lowly, crouching slightly with his wand drawn.

He still fed off the satisfaction that the other men present were almost afraid of him.

A chuckle came from within the metal face,

"Perhaps it would be better if we communicated face to face Harry?"

Why was he using his first name? In almost every sentence?

Voldemort reached up and grasped the sides of the mask, slowly he removed it and almost chuckled at his acting. He finally slid the mask all the way off and opened his crimson eyes to look at Potters' reaction.

The only give away to Harrys' emotions was the fact that his eyes had widened ever so slightly, but still enough to notice.

Voldemort chuckled, "Ah you are very good Harry, hiding your emotions, but you Gryffindor self is still shining through, if only a little bit."

Harry regained his composure and watched every move made, he made note of how the other three men held their wands towards his heart, he made note of Voldemorts' body language and how there was enough room in his loose robes to hide an assortment of weapons. Strategies raced through his mind as he tried to figure out a way to escape. Why to escape? He simply wasn't ready just yet to fight this fight.

He shifted his feet slightly and brought his wand up, he made slow steps backwards towards the tree line, he knew they were watching him, probably thinking him a coward, but he didn't care. They could think as much as they wanted.

"Leaving so soon Harry?" Voldemort paused "But we have only just started!"

At the last word, Voldemort threw a very powerful curse at Harry, who just managed to dodge it apart from a slightly singed tail. More curses flew at him from Draco, Lucius and Severus, he dodged them all, he tried to throw some curses of his own, but they never gave him an opening. He was tired from fighting all the other Death Eater soldiers, he scanned the area as he dodged a bombarda curse from Draco.

There! An opening!

Using as little energy as he could he dived past Lucius and rolled back to his feet, he headed for the biggest tree at the West side of the clearing. Dodging spells as he went, he launched himself onto the tree trunk climbing nimbly up the wide trunk. He reached the first branches and flipped himself up.

He climbed around the trunk, wand at the ready. He used the tree to block out any spells and the branches made it harder to aim.

Breathing hard he waited for the next spell. It never came.

He risked a peak around the trunk and saw… no one.

Then he heard a distinct sound from above…

He looked up and cursed under his breathe, though to his credit he kept a straight face.

Above him were Voldemort and the other three, all had black raven like wings protruding from their backs, and all looked smug to boot.

Four wands aimed at his head and then a symphony of pain, then quiet darkness.

Voldemort smirked as he looked at Potters' limp form draped on the tree branch.

"Mission Complete"