Meant To Be

Chapter 3

"Catch him!" Voldemort cried out and pushed a Death Eater near him out of his way. He watched as Harry disappeared on the other side of the room through the door angrily. He had been fooled yet again by the brat. But as soon as he got his hands on him, there would be nothing stopping him. "What did I say?" he shouted as his followers struggled to get through the mess in the middle of the floor. Voldemort rolled his eyes and blasted the rubble away. And the Death Eaters immediately started clambering to obey his orders. I'm surrounded by idiots! He thought and went to find Potter to kill him once and for all.

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Harry ran up yet another set of stairs and down a corridor, Shit. How big is this place, he thought as he looked behind him and blasted a Death Eater over the banister that was behind him. He didn't get to stop and admire all the exquisite drapery and artwork that adorned the walls because he was busy trying to find the way out. But from what he could see at a glance, they looked very old and expensive. Harry was, of course, lost as the door he went through was the wrong one, like the one after that, and the one after that. It only served to get him deeper into the house and even more lost and the Death Eaters were catching up to him having the advantage of knowing the house. And of course, Voldemort was right behind them as well. He could hear him taunting him.

Turning down another corridor he came to a set of magnificent double doors. There was nowhere else to go as it was a dead end. In we go, he thought and tugged on the door handle; but it was locked. Damn it! he swore.

"There is nowhere you can go, Potter," Voldemort whispered caressing his wand, "Just give up."

Harry whipped around and glared at him and tried a silent Alohomora charm but it didn't work either. He glanced at Voldemort and saw him smirk as he advanced on him. Harry growled in frustration. –Open up damn you! - he hissed at the door.

Miraculously the door opened. Huh, he thought and grabbed the door and slipped in and slammed it closed as a spell hit the door. With a swift look around he concluded, along with the information of a Parseltongue password, that this was Voldemort's bedroom. Great, just my luck it has to be HIS room. True to his Slytherin name, the room was done up in green and silver. There was a wardrobe in the corner, a desk against the wall, and a large bed in the center. It was pretty nice considering it was the room of a Dark Lord. Then again he would want the best.

Harry quickly dove under the bed as an angry Lord Voldemort opened the door and closed it behind him.

"Now Harry. It isn't polite to go into people's rooms without permission."

"Then you should have a better password," Harry replied and ducked as a spell came flying at him. "You know, it's also not polite to try and kill someone while having a conversation either, but since when does that matter to you," Harry replied coming out on the other side of the bed.

After exchanging a few more words they started throwing spells at each other; each trying to distract the other. Voldemort was trying to get closer to him and Harry was trying to edge toward the window in hopes that he could jump out and escape. But it seemed that Voldemort read his mind because the window locked up tight and obviously wouldn't budge. Harry cursed. Now the only way was through the door...on the other side of the room. He wasn't the only one getting frustrated. Voldemort was getting pissed that he couldn't get Harry because he kept moving around, which made him miss and make holes in the walls, and with his anger, his concentration started to waver.

"What's wrong Tom, not willing to mess up your possessions?" Harry taunted, noticing that he was being very careful about where he aimed but it wasn't working. Harry, on the other hand, had no problem and banished several books, a lamp and a vase toward his enemy without any remorse.