Fifth year, Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries

Harry was moving. Duck, shoot, shield, run!

Behind him, he heard "Bombarda!"

He swiveled towards a corner and the spell blasted the wall near him. He didn't stop, his adrenaline rush urging him on.

Blasted maze! I'm fucking lost! Where are they?

The cold feeling in his gut that he'd been feeling has been steadily growing stronger, and he looked back to the death eaters after him. There were three of them. Shit. There was another door ahead of him, and Harry spelled it open, revealing a shadowy, spacious, intricate hall with many tall pillars and plants and other odd knick knacks. Ginny! Luna! The two girls were brilliantly working together against a bulky death eater under a protego. Under the shadows revealed Neville supporting Hermione's unmoving body. Where's Ron?

Harry shot a stunner at the hallway behind him, but the death eaters running towards him evaded it easily. Sneering, one death eater shot a crucio at him, which he managed to roll away from just in time. He shot a tarantallegra back at them, and hit one. A curse shot out towards him-

A figure, quite suddenly, amidst the chaos, jumped in front of Harry and blocked a curse. He crumpled on the the floor. Unmoving.

Harry's jaw dropped. It was Snape.

"SNAPE!" Harry quickly dropped to his side and put up a shield around them. He panickedly felt for a pulse.

There was none.

"STUPEFY! STUPEFY! STUPEFY!"

A voice yelled behind the death eaters, and they dropped to the ground. It was a weak and stumbling Ron- he was behind Harry all along.

A curse connected with Harry's shield.

BOOM!

Harry's shield shattered loudly and sent Harry's survival instincts into overdrive.

Harry's scar was burning.

"Greetings, Potter."

Voldemort. Along with some of his inner circle members, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov. Harry could barely see with his scar hurting so much, but he could never mistake that cruel voice for anyone else's.

Voldemort, smirking smugly at him, drawled "What, will you not greet me back? How ru-"

Harry wasted no time in flinging a curse at Him, and ducking behind a pillar as spell after spell was shot at him. He took a risk and swiftly flung more curses at Him. Gasping as his arm was hit by a cutting curse, he heard Voldemort angrily hiss "You will have no more choice but to surrender, Boy!"

"TOM!" Shouted a familiar old voice. It was Dumbledore, with a dozen bodies of unconscious death eaters hovering behind him, and he was angry. He saw Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody and Remus urging his friends to take something, saying "Come on, take the portkey! Get out of here!" Ron was stubbornly arguing against them, saying "NO! We won't leave him!" The other Order members, along with Sirius, he's alive! were fighting with Voldemort's inner circle.

As Voldemort was distracted with Dumbledore, Harry shot one more spell at Voldemort.

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Gasps filled the air as the Order and the children realized what the dark lord had just sent to Harry, as they stood frozen on the spot.

The two beams of light connected, and just like in fourth year, a golden light encircled the both of them and uplifted them into the air, creating a dome that blocked them from Dumbledore, the death eaters, the order, and Harry's friends. The dome thickened, the gold shimmer of light covered them from the spectators. Dumbledore along with the other spectators watched as the two wizards disappeared from their view, and suddenly, silently, disappeared.

They disappeared.

Both sides searched the premises, but the scene looked like nothing had happened at all. There were no clues. Just like that, they broke into panic like headless chickens.

Ginny, Neville, and Ron were shouting, and the death eaters were shouting, and at last, Dumbledore broke out of his reverie and started capturing Bellatrix and her fellow death eaters. The Order and the DA members followed suit.

Harry's friends looked longingly at the spot wherein they had last seen the golden dome. There was only one question on their minds, and that is:

'What happened?'

The fool. As if I would actually lose to a bunch of pathetic squibs! As if the mere mention of my name would actually render me incapable of destroying them all! Hah! If only Dumbledore knew I gained far more than just a body from Potter's blood!

I gained a body; a horrible body without a nose, but a fully functional one nevertheless. With it came a clean slate, for my mind and body had been clouded by the dark arts before, but not anymore. Potter's blood in me ran through my body, the clean magic in it cleaning my mind and making my weak body strong and healthy. The nose will develop, but it is going to take a while.

I heard Potter shout a low-level spell at him, and barely restrained myself from rolling my eyes. Is this what my equal is capable of?

Then as I shot the Killing curse at him, their wands connected yet again.

As they were lifted off, the magic around them growing thicker and thicker, Voldemort suddenly had a feeling that something else was happening. He was right.

There was a blinding light, and I shut my eyes tight and there was this tug on my navel, similar to that of a portkey, only much stronger.

With my mind whirling, I opened my eyes and found a beautiful, yet masculine face peacefully sleeping in front of me.

My mind cleared and I realized it is no other than Harry-Bloody-Potter-That-Just-Won't-Bloody-Die. I was laying on top of him. My hand tightened, and I found out that I still held my wand. While Potter, I noticed, did not.

What happened?

I feel as if I had run a thousand miles, as if the battle had been long. I'm magically exhausted, I soon realize. Lacking a desire to move, I looked at my surroundings. Searching for clues as to what happened. The surrounding area is a dark room that looked like an empty classroom in Hogwarts that was full of pictures of dark creatures and long out-dated charts about how to kill them. Then I noticed movement. Apparently, Potter is waking up. His vivid green eyes fluttered open. His eyes widened and he stuttered "V-Voldemort?!"

I smirked, though I felt as if I am starting to have a headache."I'm glad to know that you can still see and think, Potter."

Although it did take him a shorter amount of time than me to know who was in front of him.

Potter glared at me and shouted "Get off me!" and struggled to get away from me, which is impossible because I am too heavy for him to shrug off. I felt a migraine coming, my head painfully reminding me of my magical exhaustion. I poked my yew wand at Harry's neck threateningly. "Silence, Potter, or I will kill you."

"What the hell happened-?"

Another hard poke from me made him wince and shut up. He settled on glaring daggers at me instead. Barely stopping myself from wincing as my forehead felt like it was bursting, whispered "I do not know either. Lower your voice; be cautious or we might alert someone or something."

Potter looked to be more confused than angry now, looking curious. He didn't even think of anything malicious in our current position. If I were interested in fifteen year old boys, I would take full advantage of this situation of theirs.

The door of the classroom they were currently in suddenly opened and a first year girl followed by other first years entered the room. With their cheeks red, their eyes widened, they shouted

"PROFESSOR DIPPET!"