”Who are you?” Hermione said failing to keep her voice calm.
”Quiet, Mudblood…Stupefy,” He said, first only pointing at Hermione, but soon after, sending the other two unconscious. He realised that if Harry and Ron were wandless then they would fight the muggle way.

”Well done, I didn’t expect you to complete this task. Now I hope you have learned not to betray me, or next time, I shall kill you,” A cold voice said.
”Yes master, I will always stick with you,” a weak voice trembled.
”And, I thank you for keeping an eye on him, Bella,” the cold voice said, “You are truly faithful. I have something planned for you, and the others. I will allow you to watch me kill Harry Potter, and his friends. You may even join in if you want.” He then let out a cruel, high pitched laugh.
”Yes, my lord. I would love to join you in finishing off the famous Harry Potter. I would most enjoy it.” She said, letting out a cackle.

Harry kept his eyes closed. He knew that if he opened them then he would be killed. Hoping that his friends were thinking the same thing, he tried to concentrate on the voices. It seemed that the people had wandered off, so Harry slowly opened his eyes, at first, only letting light enter the cracks of his eyes. The room was a large room, with a wooden door in the corner, and a few empty boxes. Torches hung on the walls, which looked like a bad thing, as the whole room was wooden. Lying next to Harry was Ron, and then Hermione.
Harry tried to stand up, but his legs couldn’t hold the weight. He tried and tried, but it didn’t make a difference. He picked his arm up, which felt heavy, and tried to push himself up. Managing to stand up, he tried thinking of a way to get out. Ron let out a groan, showing that he was coming round. Harry tapped his arm and tried helping him stand up. However, Ron didn’t need any help as he sprung up quicker than Harry could pull him up. After a moment or two, Hermione began moving, and soon enough, standing up. The three looked around for a moment, and then looked at each other.
”Where are we?” Hermione whispered.
”Well, it looks dark, so, I’m guessing that we’re in a basement somewhere. Do you want to try apparating?” Ron said quietly.
”I doubt it will work. We need to think of a way to get out, or something bad will happen. This all connects to your dream Harry. Did you see where you where?” Hermione said, letting her voice take over her.
Harry looked around, then closed his eyes, and replied, “No,” slowly.
Then an idea slowly came to Harry. He dug his hand into his pocket looking for Dumbledore’s wand but it wasn’t there. He put his hand in his lower combat pockets, and pulled out a wand. Hermione and Ron looked at Harry and gasped. Not because Harry had a wand, but because a big snake was slithering into the room.

Harry turned around very quickly and took aim at the snake. But it wasn’t that simple. It leapt at him and sent him to the floor.
”Leave me alone,” Harry hissed.
”Potter, you will die with the fangs of my snake,” said a voice, apparently from the snake.

”Harry, what’s happening?” Hermione asked, running up to him.
”Stay away or she’ll eat you. He’s in there. It’s the ho-.” Harry managed to say before being slammed into the wall. Even if it was a snake, it was a vicious one. His wand flew to the side of the room and got stuck in one of the torches. Ron reacted quickly and dove into the torch, grabbing the wand before it set alight. He pulled it back and took aim. Just before he sent the curse, Harry flew backwards into Ron and Hermione. The room was on fire. The torches once hanging were lying on the floor, lighting the wooden walls.

Nagini rose up inspecting the fire, and then dived down at Harry. He stuck his arm out to the side and took hold of one of the burning torches. Without a moments delay, he threw the torch into the snakes open jaw.
It flew backwards and hit the wall, making it collapse.
”Harry, we need to get out of here, before they come,” Hermione said pointing at the still intact door.
”That’s a horcrux. We need to get it.” Harry panted, wiping away sweat from his forehead. His scar began stinging wildly, a sign of things to come.
The snake appeared dead, as Harry began walking around it. Just before he tried to open its eye it dove up and sent Harry into the air.

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