This is not the last chapter... there probably going to be one or two more... ENJOY! (I don't own anything)

Harry had to admit, Sandro made necromancy extremely seductive. To be in your purest form, to bask in the sweet relief of death without having to leave everything behind. He had to visit the half transformed liches everyday not to give in. Harry had learned that Sandro was a very unic lich, he was the only one who hadn't gone insane.

A lich called Jessika was so obsessed with being beautiful she slaughtered anyone who suggested otherwise. She had completely suppressed the fact she was a lich. Even if she looked in the mirror she didn't accept what she was.

Harry had to remind himself of this every day. Even if Sandro made it sound so good the reality was a totally different matter. The fact that Paskovich was gone also made Harry more wary of Sandro, he was convinced that he had something to do with it.

Even so, Harry enjoyed his studies. They were very interesting and it came very easy to him. On the other hand his teacher had a temper that could rival Voldemort. Harry was sure he would be dead if not for Sandros desire for his heart.

Harry bolted awak with a gasp. He knew that had not been a normal dream. It was happening… or had it already happened? Voldemort had taken the ministry and Hogwarths was next. Harry stood and pulled on a robe.

He quickly made his way down to Sandros laboratory. He knocked hard on the heavy door, he knew liches didn't sleep so he needn't be afraid to anger his master. The door opened slowly with a agonized sigh.

"Unusual to see you awake at this hour", Sandros voice was laced with curiosity. Had his apprentice finally given in?

"I need to learn the soul summoning ritual right now!" Harry demanded. Sandros magic wiped in annoyance and disappointment.

"I have told you that it is a hard ritual! You are not ready!" he growled.

"I know but Voldemort has taken over the ministry! Soon there won't be anything for me to save!" Harry argued.

"And why do you have to save anything?!" Sandros magic wiped Harry hard. He stumbled backwards, his fists curling up. He knew Sandro was right, he had asked himself the same many times. Why did he have to save anyone? Did he even have any real friends?

"I just have to", Harry whispered. He knew in his heart that he could not turn his back on the wizard world, no matter how crazy it seemed. Sandros magic calmed and he slightly tilted his head.

"Fine, I will show you the ritual and we'll see if you think you can pull it off", he said in a mocking tone.

"First, you need the body of the soul you want to summon", Sandro began and gently caressed the corpse lying on the gray ground before them. Harry did no longer feel uncomfortable around dead bodies anymore. The dead dwarf soldier before them was from the order and Harry had no kind feelings for them.

"Secondly you need to carve the runes on the seven soul doors", Sandro continued and swiftly sliced neat runes on the dwarfs forehead, throat, heart, hands and feet. Harry started to realize that it would be extremely hard to do this on a very alive and moving Voldemort that wanted him dead.

"Thirdly you need to chant the words while pouring fresh blood on the body. This should be quite easy as you have quite a lot yourself", Sandro explained before he started to pour blood from a bottle. Sandro started chanting the complicated words. Harry could see Sandros magic being drained and poured with the blood on the corpse.

Harry swallowed, that was an insane amount of magic. He would be completely drained afterwards. The corpse started to twitch and glow slightly red. Suddenly it drew a pained breath and the dwarfs eyes shoot open.

Sandro slowly stepped back, even if he didn't look different Harry could tell he was tired. The dwarf stood and looked at Sandro.

"Master", it whispered. Sandro ignored it and turned to Harry.

"Now I have created a zombie minion", he explained.

"With the horocruxes it is going to be a little different. Voldemort will not turn into your minion, he will have his soul restored and his magic with it. You will not have to put as much magic into the soul summoning but it will still be a lot. Do you now see why you are not ready?" Sandro explained impatiently. He hoped that Harry would realize what he wanted to do and how ridiculous it was.

Harry swallowed again and nodded. This was going to be almost impossible.

Harry gasped and sat up. Voldemort was defiantly attacking the Hogwarths soon. Any day know and Harry knew he needed to return right now! He quickly rose and packed his backpack. Suddenly his door flew opened.

"You need to leave", Sandro said with a displeased voice. Harry spun to look at him, confused. He had thought Sandro was going to try to stop him.

"Okay", he managed to say. Then a loud booming noise shook trough the room.

What was that?" Harry asked when he got a hold of himself.

"Cyclopse… the barbarians are attacking", Sandros voice was filled with hate.

"And they are led by… Shiva", Sandro pronounced the name like it was the vilest thing in the world. To Harry the name didn't mean a thing but it was obviously a hero.

"Anyway I need to release a plague so you can't be here", Sandro continued. Then he seemed to notice Harrys bag.

"Why do you have a bag?" He asked suspiciously.

"Um… Well I was about to leave for the other realm before you came", Harry explained. Sandors magic instantly wiped.

"You are not ready!" He hissed.

"Well that is my decision", Harry spat. Annoyed at how much Sandro wanted to control him. Sandro growled.

"Fine go! I'll will come and get you in three days… And don't do anything stupid to your heart", he hissed and grabbed Harrys arm.

"Hey what are you doing?!" Harry shrieked. He hated when Sandro touched him.

"I'm taking you to a portal", Sandro grumbled. Harry stopped struggled, but Sandros hand on him still crept him out. While they moved through the castle the ground shook. Harry started to wonder how the building hadn't collapsed on them yet. That's when he realized that Sandros magic was pressed against the walls. He was holding up the whole building!

Harry often wondered how powerful Sandro really was, when Harry thought Sandro shown his true powers he did something new even more impressive. The building rumbled again and Sandro stopped.

"I have to join the battle, the portal is just up ahead", Sandro growled and showed Harry forward.

"O-okay", Harry managed.

"Hurry, when I leave the building it's going to collapse", Sandro said before turning around. Harry quickly turned and started to run, he did not doubt Sandros words. Suddenly there was no more corridor, just a dead end. A cold shiver ran down Harry's spine, Sandro wouldn't trick him right?

Suddenly the ceiling started to collapse along the corridor. Harry started to back against the wall in terror, he couldn't die now. But instead of meeting a solid wall like he expected he fell. His back connected to the floor but gone was the collapsing corridor. Instead he was looking at the veil.

Okay so I am not good at estamating how much I have left... Anyways! I thought if Harry came back through the veil I could (if I wanted to) make a sequal about Harry looking for Sirius. ^^ Hope you enjoyed it! Until next time!