Yo!

No, I'm not dead…

I want to apologize for that little pause I took, I had a lot of things going on and had a mental boom. Honestly I was a total wreck, but fortunately I just needed some time for myself, and now I'm back with what I'd call a GREAT CHAPTER, so be ready! I should be able to maintain the 1 chap per two weeks, I may even do better, I'll see.

Now the reviews:

CaskettFan5: Well he learned that his parents could've lived if not for that prophecy, he already more or less dealt w/ the part of voldi being in him. More than a clue ;) And yeah I know, but it was a necessary thing, but don't worry, she's still as important as she was!

Mark1: Thanks! That would be telling! But Chaos more or less explained how he should do for his scar, the rest is for later, muuuuuch later.

csheila: Not exactly, but that's where I got the inspiration, glad someone noticed! And I hope u meant the different in a good way ^^

Dreous44: Thanks! Hope u'll keep reading.

Hank1967: Thanks! Yeah I know, but I'm glad I was able transpose that sadness in my writing, honestly when I wrote that chap I honestly thought it was a mess xD. Well French girls are obstinate, and I talk from experience…

Cyan93: Thanks!

I want to thank Webstriker the Great who once again without complain agreed to go through the ordeal of correct this mess! 3

ENJOY!

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Daphne had a dislike of everything that was French since her first year. More precisely: since she had to share a common room with Draco Malfoy. She could not believe someone so ill-mannered could be from England, and then she learned from her father that the Malfoy family had roots in France. That was where her hatred of France began to grow, the worse Malfoy did, the more she hated France and whatever came from it.

When the Beauxbatons students arrived in Hogwarts, she swore to not meddle with any of the students. Not that she did so with Hogwarts students in the first place. Except for Harry, and that exception made another one and she had now spent the entire afternoon with two French girls, and not anyone, but Fleur Delacour and her little sister Gabrielle.

At first Daphne wanted to murder them for ruining everything by their mere presence. However, Gabrielle was an angel, and her sister was not that bad, except maybe for some hungry glances she occasionally threw at Harry. It frustrated her because she had to recognize that the Beauxbatons champion was way out of her league; she was perfect. Absolutely beautiful in every aspect. The only thing that reassured her was the fact that Harry seemed to despise her, or at least was very annoyed by every word she was uttering.

Talking about him, Daphne was worried. For the past few weeks, he looked like a ghost and ignored pretty much everyone. Sure, he apologized and told everyone he would not do it anymore, but she knew something was haunting him, and she probably was not the only one to think so. Everyone in their little group knew something was not right, and they talked about it. Ronald's hypothesis seemed possible, and was the only thing they could think of, but she saw that even he did not believe it. She was really good at reading people and what she saw in Ronald's face was disguised worry for his friend.

That was why she had now decided to ask him about it. At first she thought about asking Harry, but quickly remembered how he tends to only answer "I'm fine" and "Nothing happened" when people were worrying about him.

Everyone went back to their obligations after their picnic, so she quickly wrote something on a piece of parchment and discreetly gave it to the redhead. He looked at her weirdly, and thought it was a message for his friend, so he almost gave it to him. Daphne pressed her wand between his ribs violently and shook her head. Another weird glance and he put the paper in his pocket and left.

"He's late." Daphne murmured to herself. She was sitting on a desk in the abandoned classroom she and her friends always used. "Can he even read?"

"Of course, I can!" Answered Ron's scandalized voice. "How do you think I was able to get into fourth year?"

He suddenly appeared out of the thin air near the entrance of the classroom and had a pensive look on his face.

"Actually, forget what I said, even Crabbe and Goyle were able to do it, and there's no way they can read."

"I will tell Harry you're using his cloak without him knowing."

"Who said he doesn't know."

"Does he?"

"C'mon don't be like that, you were the one who asked for a secret meeting."

They looked at each other for a moment before smiling.

"So, what is it about?" Ron fidgeted uncomfortably. "Not that I dislike your presence, but it does seem weird that you want to talk to me alone, when we're not as close as the others."

"You're right, we aren't." After a moment of silence, Daphne answered. "It has a lot to do with the fact that our interests don't match, however I consider you like a friend." Ron's mouth dropped. "And as a friend, I wanted to consult you about another friend…"

Ron's face filled itself with understanding and a grin slowly formed.

"Hehe, you're here for some love-advice, alright, Uncle Ron will help you with that, don't worry. I know Harry better than he does, don't worry!"

Daphne's face instantly became as red as her interlocutor's hair. "Wh.. what?!" She blurted. "Are you crazy?" She hit him on the arm.

"Ouch! It hurts, woman!"

"That's for spouting nonsense." It seemed that she regained her composure. "I am concerned about Harry. He seems…" She paused for a second. "… off. He was depressed for a long time, ignoring everyone, and now that he is back, he seems weird. Even his voice became weird!" Her voice raised as she finished her sentence, and she was now almost screaming. "I know we already spoke about it before," she said, cutting Ron's try to answer, "but I also know that you know something we don't, and you covered for him."

She approached Ron and stood right in front of him.

"SPEAK. RIGHT. NOW."

Ron gulped audibly.

"How is he not scared of her?" He murmured.

Her cold eyes were fixed in his, demanding for an answer. They stood like that for a few minutes before Ron finally looked away and sighed loudly.

"Alright, alright. You win, stop that thing with your eyes." Her glare intensified for a second and then became warmer. "First of all, you need to understand that I'm not sure of anything, everything that I'm going to say is purely based on guesses. I didn't ask Harry about it."

Daphne had an eager look on her face, impatiently waiting for the redhead to continue.

"Do you remember the second task?"

Daphne nodded. "Of course, that's when he started acting all gloomy."

"Well, not exactly." Daphne frowned. "You see, I've known him for some time, and I know when he is deep in thought or actually in a bad mood, and when we went to visit him in the infirmary, he was just thinking about the creature and stuff. Since no one was hurt…" Daphne wanted to interrupt him, but he raised his hand and continued. "In his mind, if he's injured and no one else is, it's the same as if no one is, trust me on this."

She nodded thoughtfully. It made sense, Harry always put his friend above him.

"So, as I was saying, since no one was hurt, he had no reason to be in a bad mood, more like the total opposite. However, something must have happened a few days after because that's the moment he started isolating himself. You don't know because he ignored everyone at that point, but it was scary. His eyes were always hollow and empty, and he did everything as if he was chased by something. The only time I've seen him acting the same way, not that bad though, was last year when in Divination he was told by Trelawney about the Grim, and that was only because he saw a big black dog near his house during the summer." A smile appeared on Ron's face.

Daphne did not interrupt him, even if she had questions about that Grim story, she wanted to get to the bottom of what was happening to Harry now. The rest could wait, he would tell her himself, she would make sure of it.

"At first I had no idea what was happening, him disappearing every day to go wherever and coming back late at night just to fall on his bed completely exhausted, but one day, I suddenly remembered something I witnessed before. I can't tell you the details, but since the beginning of the year, Harry started training his magic, to a point where he was able to do something I've never seen before. And I learned later where he did it, so I knew where and what he was doing. However, I couldn't understand why it would make him ignore us and be in a foul mood for so long. I mean he trained before and I understood why, he was just fine, not ignoring anyone, just training. When he trained at first, I could feel the drive to improve coming from him, and he seemed happy about it."

"But now… I can only feel despair from him. He's training as if it would save his life, as if not training would mean him dying…"

A silence followed his declaration. Daphne looked frozen in place, not able to move nor say anything.

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's the only reason I could come up with, I've never seen him like that."

"Wh… what do you mean? Why would he die? Why are you talking about dying?" Daphne's voice was trembling, but she was talking really quickly, not leaving the time for Ron to answer her first question.

"I was thinking that maybe he came to learn about the third task, and that maybe the organizers came up with something too dangerous for a fourth year, again."

Daphne stayed silent, her face was all scrunched up by the thinking and the worry that came at once when she processed what her Weasley friend just said.

"That's not all…" Daphne whipped her head in the direction of the redhead. "Something happened around the time he went to Dumbledore after the Hogsmeade weekend."

"He went to ask about something, but when he came back, something about him changed. Not only did he look like a living corpse, but his voice changed."

"You mean that's when it started?" Daphne curiously asked. "We asked him about it, but he said he had no idea what happened."

"Yes, I don't know exactly what happened that night with the Headmaster, but since then, he is even more different, he looks resigned. He still trains a lot, but his eyes are always empty, and his voice is so weird."

"What were they supposed to talk about?"

Ron fidgeted in place, his face not sure about telling her or not. "I guess he wouldn't mind…" He whispered to no one in particular.

"Well… You know the Map, right?" Seeing that she nodded, Ron sighed and kept going. "Harry saw a name popping from time to time, a name that was not supposed to be in the castle, plus it was near where he trained, he found it weird, so we told him to ask Professor Dumbledore about it."

"We?"

"Huh…" Ron looked uncomfortable. "Yes, Hermione and me."

He can't lie. Daphne thought to herself. She decided to not ask about it for now as something looked more important at the moment.

"Whose name appeared on the map?"

"It was Bartemius Crouch."

"The absent judge whom your brother is replacing?" She had heard that his sickness made it so he could not even leave his bed, it was indeed weird.

Ron nodded. "But I don't think that was the reason for his change, as I said, he knew it beforehand. And even if Dumbledore told him that the man was after his skin, Harry couldn't have reacted that way. First of all because Harry already knew it was a possibility, and second, something similar happened last year with Sirius Black, and nothing happened to Harry. My guess is that they talked about something else, and that something was the reason Harry became like that."

Daphne nodded; it made sense that Harry would not act like that only for that reason, and if even his best friend thought so, it must be true.

"So now, we have to find out what the reason is." Daphne said, looking Ron in the eyes.

"W…We?" He looked destabilized by her gaze.

"Yes, we should keep it for ourselves since it's just wild guesses, we need to investigate, and confront him when we have enough proof!" Daphne presented her hand for him to shake.

"What did I get myself into…" Ron murmured to himself, but shook the extended hand nonetheless.

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Hermione was not stupid, far from it. But when it came to feelings, she struggled. She knew her orphaned friend was having a hard time, and she tried to help him as much as she could in her own way. She took notes for him, even if he did not come to class anymore; she told herself that he would need it someday. She also did her best to stay with him most of the time so he would not be lonely, however, Harry always slipped away in secret and disappeared, even now that she knew where he was going, it was still useless since she had no way of opening the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets.

Nowadays his mood was a little better than just after the second task, Hermione could not stop feeling uneasy about something when they were together. It may have come from his sudden and weird change in voice, since the uneasiness started the same moment, or at least she noticed it the same moment.

To her, it felt like some drastic change about Harry just happened, she just could not tell what it was. She discussed it with her other friends, and they came up with the conclusion that he was just feeling down to have been powerless against the creature, but she knew Harry and she knew it was not that, and Ron should too, she did not understand why he would suggest that. Or maybe she did and that was why she decided to investigate on her side. If he was not talking, the only thing that made sense was that Ron knew something but did not say anything for Harry's wellbeing.

She came up with some hypotheses, but only one really made sense. The others were only here because the latter was too terrifying to be true, and she needed another explanation. Hermione knew that Harry was training his magic since, at least the beginning of the year, the results showed in his academic results, Hermione guessed that he got the drive from the Death Eater's attack during the World Cup; she noticed his face when they saw the muggle family got toyed with by the horrendous hooded wizards. He looked angry beyond reason, she had never seen him like that, she knew he felt powerless, even she felt like that.

However, after the second task, it did not feel like Harry was training to not be powerless again. It felt more like he was doing so to survive, as if something was chasing him to kill him. That thought frightened Hermione, because they had survived multiple mishaps and Harry was always the one to not lose faith, to brave anything in front of him, and she never saw him fall into so much despair as he was now. Moreover, his behaviour now was even weirder, when he came back from the Headmaster's office, his eyes had lost all the life they always had, and his shining emerald eyes now looked dull. That's when his voice started being weird too, it was as if something broke inside of him.

That was what she came up with, and she was still thinking hard about any other possibility, even if she knew she was most probably right, it was too depressing to know about something that sad and not being able to do anything because the person concerned refused to acknowledge he was struggling.

With those highly depressing thoughts, Hermione sighed and started writing her Charm essay.

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"What a weird coincidence… I remember seven of them. There are also seven parts of that zombie-man who killed Harry's parents…" Chaos was doing something he often did; he was talking to himself. "I already know that seven is considered like the perfect magical number, but isn't that too much?" He sighed. "I must be overthinking. They disappeared such a long time ago, they have to be dead, they were mere humans after all…"

Chaos interrupted himself and his eyes focused.

"Uh-Oh. It seems like something interesting is about to happen down there, let's see how it unfolds."

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Harry quickly decided the best course of actions and called for Dobby who appeared in a distinctive *Pop* sound.

"Sir Harry Potter called Dobby, sir. Dobby is very happy for that, sir."

"Dobby, there's an emergency. I need you to listen to me well and do exactly what I say." Noticing what he just said, Harry decided to correct himself. "Sorry for talking to you like that Dobby, I know you're a free elf, I just need help…"

"No, Harry Potter, sir" Dobby's eyes were looking at him seriously. "Dobby is knowing that Harry Potter sir is very kind, and Harry Potter sir says it's an emergency, so Dobby is listening."

"Thank you Dobby, you're a great friend." Harry sighed from relief. "I need you to go to Professor Dumbledore and give him that map, point him that dot right there." Harry handed him the Marauder's map after motioning Crouch's name who was near outside of the castle. "And tell him I will be needing him immediately after in Professor Moody's office."

Without waiting for an answer, Harry took his Cloak and sprinted towards the door, only hearing the familiar *Pop* sound behind him. He ran as fast as he could in the direction of the D.A.D.A. office, trying to not run into anyone while being under his invisibility cloak.

Finally, he got in front of the door, he was panting hard and took some time to catch his breath. When he became able to only breath by his nose and took his Cloak off, he raised his hand to knock at the door.

"You can come in lad." Professor Moody's voice came to him and started him. He was going to enter, but now something in his mind screamed not to. However, he was already here, and Moody already saw him, probably with his magical eye.

He must not be able to see through my cloak with his eye, that's why he only called me after I took it off. He thought as he went in.

Professor Moody was standing in front of his desk, his hands behind his back. He did not face Harry, but the latter knew that he could still see him with his magical eye.

"Now, Potter." Harry did not know why but his voice gave him the chills. "What is the reason for your late visit? If I find your reason non-acceptable, I will be forced to take points from Gryffindor, as much as I would hate doing so." He turned to face Harry, and while doing so he revealed something on his desk, it was his flask. The one he always carried with him, and it was open.

The rumours are true, he's so paranoid that he only drinks from his flask.

"Ahem… I'm sorry to intrude on, Professor." Harry started to think of a way to gain time, without being too obvious. "First of all, I thought I heard someone else before coming in, are you sure it's okay for me to stay if you have a guest?"

Harry was looking directly into his eyes. He just lied to his professor, he hadn't heard anything, but thanks to the map, he knew that someone was here before. He wanted to see his reaction, if he acknowledged that he had a guest, then nothing would be wrong.

Harry, who was looking straight at Moody, caught his magical eye turn like crazy and stopped on something next to Harry. It was a suitcase, a big one.

Why would his eye react like that when I asked him about a guest being inside his office…

"I was just preparing for my next lesson, lad." Cold shower for Harry. "I like to rehearse orally so I don't stutter in front of my students. Just tell me why you're here."

"Oh… Of course." Wait a minute, inside? Holy… Don't look at it, Harry, you don't want him to know that you know, just calm down… Wait, I'm calm though, my face didn't budge… Huh, handy. "I came here to ask you about the second task."

Harry was totally improvising at that point; words just came out randomly out of his mouth. He decided to see if his theory was true and took a seat on the suitcase which was lying in the middle of the room. "Do you mind, Professor, since there's no chair…" The effect didn't show on the rest of his scarred face as he nodded, but his magical eye went crazy all over again.

"What about the second task? It's been a long time since it happened, why only come now?"

"It's… I was scared, Professor…" Harry wasn't lying, he had been scared, but he only said that because it was easier to tell the truth rather than try to come up with a decent lie. "I tried my best to survive those tasks with training, and I did. However, that… thing, it just crushed all my hopes about getting better."

Moody smiled, and it was not something anyone would like to see, his scarred face looked even more deformed when he smiled, it looked like a Halloween mask.

"It's only normal for you to be scared, Potter." His smile grew even wider. "Everyone would have been at your place; you risked your life after all. So, what is it about?"

Why is Professor Dumbledore still not here yet damn it!

"Uh… I wanted to know if you could help me train, or at least guide me…"

I'm really a genius when it comes to lying.

"You know it's against the rules of the tournament to help a champion, Potter."

"If it concerns the tournament, yes. However, now we're talking about a teacher who gives pointers to his student because an unknown creature came out of nowhere and tried to kill him. Nothing to do with the tournament."

Moody burst out laughing. "I like your wits lad; I will think about it. Go back to your dorm, I won't take any points from your house."

C'mon Headmaster, I've no more idea right now.

"Alright, thank you Professor! Good night."

Moody grunted as a response while Harry stood up from the suitcase and turned his back while his brain was working like crazy to find a way to gain more time. And he did, it was not the smartest thing to do, but he had no choice.

"Actually, Professor, I wanted to ask you about something else…" As he turned back, he saw that Moody's eyes were burning a hole in his head. "Is this suitcase maybe used to store a Boggart? I felt it moving when I sat on it."

This time the magical eye didn't seem to go crazy like before. Instead, it focused on something behind Harry. He instinctively looked back.

"As I said, I like your wits. However, that's a bit too much."

"Wha…"

Everything went dark.

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Albus Dumbledore liked sitting peacefully on his favourite chair, it allowed him to either focus or relax. And he decided to use it to relax, however it seemed that someone decided otherwise.

"You can come in, Dobby." The old Headmaster raised his hand and one of the trinkets on his desk made a clicking sound.

Soon after, a loud *Pop* resonated in the Headmaster's office.

"Mister Dumbledore, sir, Dobby is wanting to say something very important to you, sir." Dobby took a piece of parchment out of his pocket. "Sir Harry Potter wants to show Mister Dumbledore that person, sir."

The white-haired man immediately redressed himself and went to look closer to what seemed to be the Marauder's map. He looked at what Dobby was pointing with his finger and found the name that Harry had been mentioning, the last time he came to his office; Bartemius Crouch."

"Mister Dumbledore sir…" Dobby was interrupted.

"Not now, Dobby. As you said, it is something of the highest importance, I shall work this out, and you can tell me the rest later."

With a vigour that no one would expect from an old man of his age, Professor Dumbledore sprinted his way towards the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. The Headmaster could hear a sort of squeaking sound behind him but did not need to turn to know where it was coming from, it was Dobby who for some reason wore completely drenched socks. For some reason, the latter did not Apparate directly and was instead running behind him.

When he finally arrived at the spot that the map showed, Dumbledore looked around him and noticed something ramping towards him. Memories of something he did not want to remember started flowing and he instantly shut them up, it was not the moment nor the place to get flashbacks.

"Dumbledooooooore…" A moaning voice came from the ramping form.

Albus knew who it was supposed to be, but he still had a hard time to actually believe it, Bartemius Crouch was in front of him. He looked like he just walked through hell by foot and came back. His robes were tattered, bruises were covering most of his body and his eyes were glassy, Albus was not even sure the man said his name because he saw him, it looked like he was not in his right mind.

"Bartemius, it is me, Albus." He tried in a calm voice.

It had the expected effect since the man on the ground looked up at Albus and his eyes looked a little bit more focused than they were before.

"Dumbledore?" The man looked confused.

"Dobby, would you mind transporting him to the infirmary as quickly as possible? No one except Poppy can see him, tell her the same thing."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, sir, you must listen…"

"Not now, Dobby. A man's life is in danger right now, just do as I said. I will be here in a few minutes, I am just going to look around."

*Pop*

"Now, what could have happened to him…" Dumbledore muttered to himself.

Dumbledore walked in the infirmary with no more details than before, except from the fact that no magic was used in the spot he found the judge. Only two students were present in the infirmary, one was Astoria Greengrass from Slytherin, and the second was Amelia Carter from Hufflepuff. Thankfully both of them were sleeping, so Albus kept walking towards the last bed in the infirmary who was covered by curtains.

"Finally, Albus, you're here," Poppy came rushing to him, "the man…"

"Is he awake?"

"Y… Yes, but don't…"

"I apologize, Poppy, but I need to know what happened to him. It could maybe cause harm to the students."

Poppy seemed torn but finally she walked out of his way.

"Thank you Poppy."

He opened the curtains slightly, slipped inside before closing them. Dobby was standing next to the bed, a solemn look on his face and the patient was looking at the ceiling, dazed.

"Barty, do you recognize me?"

The man slowly turned his head towards him. When his eyes met his, they lightened up.

"Dumbledore! You're here, thank Merlin! You need to know, my son, no, I'm a horrible man, I…" He started to switch languages and speak erratically.

"Calm down, Barty. I need you to tell me who used an Unforgivable on you. Dumbledore asked solemnly.

"I… He…" Before being able to say anything he just dropped on his pillow.

Dumbledore sighed; he expected it. The man was not stable enough to be coherent and his brain could not support it any longer, that was why he fainted. He called the nurse and asked her absolute discretion about the matter, then he left the infirmary and started walking back to his office. However, a squeaking sound made him turn his head.

"Dobby, may I ask you to inform you about whatever it is you want to tell me tomorrow? I need to think about what happened."

"NO!" Dobby screamed, it actually surprised Albus greatly, it was not in Dobby's habit to talk like that. "Dobby is sorry for scream sir, but Dobby need to tell you something very important. Harry Potter sir, said to go to him immediately after."

Dumbledore's eyes became even more serious, he took out Harry's map and started looking for him.

"Harry Potter sir said to come to Professor Moozy's office."

At the same time, Albus' eyes fell on the said desk and almost swore for the first time since the last war. His eyes fell on three different names, he remembered the words of the man he just left in the infirmary, and the wheels of his mind could almost be heard spinning like crazy. He did not lose one second and started sprinting towards the D.A.D.A. office, map still in his hand.

When he arrived in front of the door, it seemed unexpectedly calm. No noises came from the inside, and when Dumbledore looked at the map again, he understood why. Two names disappeared from where they were a minute before; Harry Potter and Bartemius Crouch Junior were not here anymore.

"Fuck!"

He still came in to see what happened to his old friend and only found a few magical trinkets, a suitcase, and an open flask on the desk.

"Dobby, call Severus." His voice was ice cold, he could hide behind his feisty and crazy mask anymore. A student was kidnapped in his own school.

*Pop*

After waving his wand a few times, Albus opened the suitcase. He found one of his old friends lying in its bottom, almost naked if not for his underwear. It looked like his eyes were pulled in some parts of his head, just like he deduced. He levitated him out of the suitcase, called for another elf and gave him the same instruction he gave to Dobby for Crouch.

*Pop* *Pop*

The moment the elf left; Dobby came Apparated back with a grouchy Severus Snape.

"Headmaster, as much as I would love to entertain your shenanigans…"

He interrupted himself when he looked at his elder face. It looked way more solemn than usual; it reminded him of that time. When he was actually scared of that old man, when he was standing on the wrong side of the war and still came to beg.

"We have had an intruder in Hogwarts," Snape's eyes widened slightly, "since September." Snape's eyes widened largely. "It was Bartemius Crouch Junior," Snape's mouth opened slightly, "Polyjuiced using Alastor Moody's hair," Snape's mouth opened largely, "who's currently in the infirmary with Bartemius Crouch Senior who was most likely under the influence of the Imperius Curse."

It took Severus a few seconds to recompose himself.

"You said was, where is he now?"

"He kidnapped Harry Potter and left the castle grounds."

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"You're really bad at not getting caught by that Voldi-thing aren't you?"

Chaos was looking at Harry who was lying on the ground, eyes shut. When he saw that he got no response, he started slapping him.

"Ouch! It hurts dammit!" Harry sat up. "How does it even hurt if it's a dream?"

"Perks of being me." Chaos winked at him.

"What did you mean by Voldemort, he did not catch me. It was the fake Moody."

"Oh, you guessed that one?"

"Yeah, I saw on the map that Moody was not moving and Crouch was walking around the office. When I talked to him he lied about being alone, plus the suitcase looked really suspicious in the middle of the office, and I guess the flask he always used was Polyjuice."

"Took you long enough though…"

"You knew?! And you didn't tell me?! You crazy…"

Chaos interrupted him by a flick which sent him flying against an invisible wall.

"Calm down brat, you messed it up. His plan was to kidnap you the day of the third task by using a portkey, I would've told you in the meantime, I was thinking of a plan. But you had to go and throw yourself in the tiger den."

Harry ran his hands in his hairs and sighed.

"Well anyway, what about Voldemort?"

"He's one of his minions."

Harry became livid, it finally struck his mind that he got kidnapped by a minion of Voldemort and was surely on his way to join the latter.

"Wh… What do we do?" Chaos's calm demeanour made Harry calmer, he needed him, and he would not be that calm if Harry was going to die, his freedom depended on him. It meant that he had a plan.

"Well… I have no idea!" Chaos smiled brightly.

Harry's mouth fell on the ground, his only way to escape was using the help of Chaos, and the latter just said he had no idea on what to do.

"I'm joking," Chaos started laughing loudly, "You should've seen your face. Gosh, you're such a cry-baby."

"I am not crying!"

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, they're making a potion. They need your blood as an ingredient, that's the reason they wanted to kidnap you. However, it will not be ready for at least one month, so in the meantime you'll be detained somewhere, and maybe tortured, but not too much since the ingredient they need is blood forcefully taken, so they need you sane enough for you to not let them take it. It's a potion to get the snake face a new body, so don't even think of giving them blood willingly, it won't work since deep down you don't want him to get a body back.

Harry was speechless, there was way too much information, and none of them were good for him.

"In the meantime, you'll keep training, and prepare to get your part of our deal done."

"What do you mean?" Harry finally asked. "How could I, when I'll be a prisoner of Voldemort?!"

Another flick on the forehead.

"Calm down, it's not something you can't do while being a prisoner. It will be even easier that way."

"Of course, as if I wanted to do that while being tortured. I need to escape! And what do you mean by easier?"

"Easier because you already disappeared from your school, no one would question you about your whereabouts, so you can leave without any problems."

Harry did not understand what Chaos was going on about and the latter noticed it since he sighed deeply.

"What I mean is that we'll go to that rock you need to break. So, you'll escape and immediately go there, your Headmaster won't ask any questions since he will think that you'd still be captive."

"Oh…" Harry was not sure he understood everything, but he nodded to at least pretend he did. "So, how will I escape, they'll watch me, and take my wand too…"

"That's why I taught you wandless magic."

Taught me wandless magic? What is he talking about, he taught me everything but that, and asked me to learn that by myself!

"Well, you still have time to improve at that particular point. Anyway, you don't need to fret too much. Everything will go as planned."

"Now, start gathering magic so your half-empty core stops being half-empty."

"My body is unconscious, you moron."

Another flick on the forehead.

"Be respectful, brat. And when did I say you couldn't gather magic while being unconscious? Just do it you'll see."

Harry tried, and it worked. The weird thing was that it seemed even faster than usual.

"Why didn't you tell me that sooner? At this rate it will be done in a few days!"

Chaos looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"When did I say you couldn't?"

Harry did not bother answering and just focused on his core.

Chaos was still looking at him, but this time his mouth was slightly open.

"The void… It's helping him absorb it faster…" He muttered to himself. "Did he somehow connect the void of his mind to his core? No, he just unconsciously used it as a reference since his physical body is not working at the moment…"

After being dazed for a few seconds, a feral smile appeared on his face.

"That brat is a monster."

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