A/N::::::::::: hey guys, sorry for the long wait. I just got out of summer school about a week or two ago, and since then I've been too tired to do anything. But then I realized that it was completely unfair that I do nothing while I have people waiting for me to update, so I decided to get my butt up and write this chapter! Okay, about the last chapter, as someone had pointed out (I'm too lazy to go find out who, go figure), I had ruined the whole story by forgetting a major detail that would later come into play...Harry's scar didn't hurt him! So, I wanted to say thanks to that person...who is ...hold on, I have it written somewhere...ah yes, I wanted to thank diamond004, because I wouldn't have caught that until it was waaaay too late to fix. Of course, I did fix the problem as best I could without messing it up too much.
So, to show my thanks, this chapter is dedicated to diamond004! Yay! Okay, now on with the chapter.


Chapter 6 : Silver Dagger

"Shit!" After the initial shock, Remus took a step forward and pushed Harry behind him, glaring at Voldemort. He heard a faint chuckle from behind him, which completely confused him, but he didn't have time to think about it. He was facing Voldemort, he-who-must-not-be-named. The person who killed Lily, James, Sirius, and so many others . . . . Remus raised his wand and threw a curse at the dark lord. Voldemort blocked it without a thought, which terrified Remus.

"Crucio," said Voldemort immediately after he deflected Remus's curse. Remus was too surprised to move. He just stood there, watching the curse fly at him in slow motion. Just as the curse was about to hit Remus, Harry jumped in front of him.

Harry started to shake. His face was contorted in pain, and after a few seconds he fell on his knees, but he never cried out. Finally, after a minute or two, Voldemort lifted the curse. Harry took long, deep breaths, then stood up.

"I don't think that you quite understood what I said Remus. You're all I have, so I will not allow you to be hurt."

Remus looked up at Harry, awed by his courage and loyalty. But then he saw something dark fall from Harry's face and hit the floor. Remus stared at it, almost as if in a trance, before realization dawned on him.

'It's blood!' Remus thought, alarmed. He could see blood hitting the floor right next to Harry, but Harry didn't look injured.

Harry looked toward where Remus was looking, which made Voldemort look. They were all staring at the dark drops of blood, which continued to fall to the floor from an unknown source. Then Harry started to laugh, while Voldemort smirked. Remus was the only one in the room who still wasn't aware of what was happening.

"So, it seems as if I've been found out," laughed Harry. He was looking at Voldemort, as if expecting him to answer, but he didn't. He just continued to smirk. "Alright, I'll admit it . . . it's a concealing charm. Riddle, would you like to take them off?"

"With pleasure," he hissed, sending a shiver down Remus's spine.

As Voldemort moved his wand over Harry, bruises started to appear. When he was finished, Remus gasped. There were bruises all over Harry's body, so numerous that it was hard to find any part of him that wasn't either dark purple or a sickening yellow-green color. Cuts and other injury's were all over his body. Harry looked like he hadn't eaten in years. Remus saw his ribs through his shirt, a few of which looked broken. Remus felt sick.

"Wha-what the hell did you do to him?" stuttered Remus.

Harry laughed again, but when he turned around, there were tears in his eyes. When he spoke, it sounded like it was taking all of his self- control to keep his voice level. "So, am I that ugly, that you would think that only riddle could have done this to me? Well, I can tell you now that you're wrong." He lowered his voice to a whisper so that only Remus could hear. "It was the Dursley's Remus, my own relatives."

Remus's eyes widened, and he nodded, knowing that Harry purposely didn't let Voldemort hear.

"Excuse me Potter, I didn't catch that."

"Don't worry about it tom, I said nothing important," said Harry, ignoring the hiss of anger from Voldemort. "I do believe that we have business that needs to be sorted out."

It took a few moments, but Voldemort finally smiled evilly. "Eager to meet death Mr. Potter? Very well, that can be arranged. But . . . what about the wolf?"

Remus was truly frightened. He had no clue what was going to happen to him, now that he knew who "professor Ddear" was.

Harry turned to look Remus straight in the eye. "Yes, we should do something with him before we continue." Remus's eyes widened. Was Harry going to give him to Voldemort that easily? But Harry continued. "Let me take care of him."

Then Harry whispered again so that only Remus could hear, "you know, if you didn't care about me so much, this wouldn't have happened. If you hadn't cared . . .and If I didn't love you . . ." he paused, then said, "I know that you would die to protect me Remus, which is why I have to let you go. It would be silly to ask you to remember me huh. So then . . . goodbye Remus," said Harry, choking on his tears. He brought his wand about a foot away from Remus. The last thing Remus heard was "obliviate" before the world went black.


"Shit!" Remus said as he pushed Harry behind him. Harry had to laugh. 'Aw, Remus is trying to protect me.' He watched Remus throw a curse at Voldemort, knowing that it would be useless. Harry was right, of course. Voldemort brushed it off as if it were nothing, which didn't surprise Harry. But what did was when he heard Voldemort utter a curse back. Harry hadn't thought that he would attack Remus back, as he was pretty insignificant to Voldemort.

"cru . . ."

Harry looked at Remus. 'Come on Remus, move!' thought Harry. But Remus didn't move. He just stood there, frozen in place. 'Damn it!' thought Harry as he ran in front of Remus just as Voldemort finished saying the curse, taking the hit for him.

Pain erupted from the spot on his chest where the curse hit him and flowed through his body. Harry felt like screaming, but he didn't. He wouldn't give Voldemort the pleasure. Instead, he bit his lip as hard as he could. Harry fell on his knees, trying not to cry out after about a minute. After what seemed like hours, just as Harry was on the verge of tears, the pain stopped abruptly. But the lingering feeling of the curse and the pain that was coming from his scar (Voldemort must have been pretty happy) wasn't much of an improvement.

Slowly, unsteadily, when he felt a little better, Harry stood. He felt Remus looking at him, so Harry looked right back. Something compelled Harry to speak, so he did. "I don't think that you quite understood what I said Remus. You're all I have, so I will not allow you to be hurt."

The look of admiration in Remus's eyes was enough thanks for Harry. All of a sudden, Remus looked to the floor, and just stared at something. Harry looked down and saw a big red mark. Eventually this also drew Voldemort's attention. They all stared, until a drop of whatever it was fell from Harry and into the puddle that was forming. It took a second, but after Harry figured out what it was, he laughed bitterly. He looked at Remus. Remus obviously had no clue what was going on, although he knew that the puddle of red was blood, but Voldemort smirked knowingly.

"So, it seems as if I've been found out," said Harry, still laughing. He looked at Voldemort, expecting him to say something, but he didn't. "Alright, I'll admit it . . . it's a concealing charm. Riddle, would you like to take them off?"

"With pleasure," he hissed, though Harry really didn't' need an answer. He knew that Voldemort would love to torture him in any way he could. He looked toward Remus. Harry was terrified of what his reaction would be to seeing what he really looked like. Harry's whole body started to tingle. He could feel his charm being lifted, but he also felt that Voldemort was having trouble taking it off.

'How strong is he, that he has trouble taking off a simple concealing charm?' thought Harry, still looking at Remus. The question was forgotten when Harry saw the look on Remus's face. Remus gasped, and he started to look sick as he looked at Harry. The look of pain, anger, and remorse in Remus's eyes made Harry want to cry, not that he would. If Remus couldn't be story, then Harry would.

But then Remus said, "Wha-what the hell did you do to him?"

That was enough to break Harry. He laughed, feeling tears in his eyes. It took all he had to keep his voice leveled. He had to be strong. The two people in the room were the last two he wanted to let think of him as weak. It was bad enough that he was crying.

"So, am I that ugly, that you would think that only riddle could have done this to me? Well, I can tell you now that you're wrong." He whispered the next part, so that only Remus could hear him, though he was reluctant to say the next part at all. "it was the Dursleys Remus, my own relatives."

Remus's eyes widened, and he nodded in understanding. "Excuse me Potter, I didn't catch that."

' You weren't supposed to,' thought Harry, but out loud he said, "Don't worry about it tom, I said nothing important," said Harry, ignoring the hiss of anger from Voldemort. "I do believe that we have business that needs to be sorted out."

Harry watched as an evil smile appeared on Voldemort's face, and Harry's scar started to burn again, something he hadn't realized had stopped. "Eager to meet death Mr. Potter? Very well, that can be arranged. But . . . what about the wolf?"

Harry had been expecting this. He knew that it was unlikely that Remus leave at all, something he overlooked when he revealed who Ddear was to Remus. He had to protect Remus, that was his priority, but how?

Harry looked at Remus and said, "yes, we should do something with him before we continue."

Harry could feel Voldemort's surprise, which only served in making his scar hurt even more, which annoyed Harry to no end. Remus looked somewhere between stunned and hurt before a look of determination replaced it.

'Does he actually think that I would hand him over to Voldemort? How many times do I have to tell him that I will not let him get hurt?' thought Harry. He said out loud, "let me take care of him.

Harry whispered to Remus, "You know, if you didn't care about me so much, this wouldn't have happened. If you hadn't cared . . . "Harry choked a little on his words as more tears started flowing down his face. ". . . .And If I didn't love you . . . I know that you would die to protect me Remus, which is why I have to let you go. It would be silly to ask you to remember me huh. So then . . . goodbye Remus . . .obliviate!,"

Remus was thrown away by the speech, literally. The sheer force of Harry's spell sent him to the other side of the room, where he hit the wall with a loud BANG. Harry swore he saw blood, but he didn't want to endanger Remus anymore than he had to by drawing unnecessary attention to him. He trusted that Remus's injuries could wait until later.

"Are you ready potter?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," replied Harry, feeling his hands start to sweat.

After Harry reapplied his concealing charms, they both bowed, and then got into their dueling positions.

"Crucio," said Voldemort, starting the duel.

"Stupefy!" yelled Harry.

Curses flew to both sides. Harry dogged most of them, getting hit by the cutting curse twice, while Voldemort struggled a little to block Harry's curses. It wasn't long after Harry was hit by a spell that had temporarily disoriented him when he was Voldemort pull something from his sleeve that flashed in the dim light of the room.

'A silver dagger!' thought Harry, alarmed. He knew exactly what Voldemort was going to do with it. Harry ran to where Remus was slumped against a wall, planting himself in front of Remus with his arms spread out just as Voldemort threw the dagger.

The weapon hit Harry in the center of his chest. All time seemed to freeze. Harry felt blood coming up his throat and into his mouth. He couldn't scream, couldn't breathe, and as time began to run again, Harry felt a tug behind hi navel. 'Bloody hell,' he thought as he saw colors fly him. Something was defiantly different about what he was experiencing that made it clear that Harry was hit with no ordinary portkey.

Those were his last thoughts as he fell on his side in a familiar grassy area, the dagger still lodged in his chest.


A/N : : : : : : : well, how was that chapter. some people are probably wondering why i put pretty much the same thing down twice, but my answer is just that i wanted to put both harry and remus's point of view. Is that too confusing? I'm trying to get used to not posting for a while, so get used to these 20 day periods where I don't update. I'll only update once a month. Anyway, I'm in the middle of chapter eight, but I think I've hit writers block. I don't know. I'm also really working on my other stories, but with that writers block . . .

Review Replies :

Queen-Seta/Remmy-the-insane - thanks for reviewing! I hope you liked this chapter.

Ferokeroberos - I don't know what you mean by "filling the void", but I have an answer to your other question. As I had said in an earlier chapter, you have to pretend that very few people know who "Tom Marvalo (?) Riddle" is, except for a certain few (Harry is one of those few, he knows from CoS). Dumbledor is not one of those few. Plus, he really is old and forgetful. It wouldn't be the first time that he let Voldemort or one of his followers teach at Hogwarts (well, he was with one of the teachers while they taught). Yeah, sorry if the story's confusing. I hope this chapter was better.

diamond004 - as I said before, thank you soooo much for pointing out that Harry's scar didn't hurt. This story will have quite a few chapters that I've already pretty much planned out. I mean, I have what I've posted so far, and then I'm pretty sure I know how it ends, so all I really have to do is fill in the rest. Yes, I am planning a sequel . . . I guess . . . well, it's not really planning, it's just thinking . . . a lot of thinking. I don't really even know how Harry going into the past would play a part, so I might just make that a completely different story. I could even make it part of my other story (which I'm planning on posting soon!). I don't really know. I'll try to make Harry and Draco just friends if I do make a sequel, but I can't promise you anything.

Vivas - sorry you couldn't beta my story. I wish you a lot of luck on your fics, and I hope you keep reviewing mine! I'll see you on msn when my computer is back up.

Lizzie Black - thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Consider this : if you thought that there was nothing in your life that mattered, would you take risks? With that thought in mind, imagine yourself in a situation where you would usually cower in fear and/or you have no chance of survival. Since you have nothing to lose, why would you face things with fear? It's not that Harry and Voldemort are friends; it's just that Harry has nothing to lose. Why shouldn't he be confident, or at least fake it. If you haven't noticed, in most of the books Voldemort talks to Harry in a calm manner, so Harry is doing the same. Did I help, or did I confuse you more? Look at my reply to Ferokeerobeos if you want to know why Dumbledor doesn't know who tom riddle is.

Firestar038 - thanks for reviewing. I'll try to be better about updating.

Okay guys, I'll probably update around the same time next month, so be ready. The chapter will be really short, but it'll be worth it, you'll see. Please review!

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