The Figure Clothed in Black

Chapter Eight: Desperation and Attacks

Harry wiped at his eyes, his mind made up. He stood up, lifted the mattress off the box spring, and took out the knife he had stored there. He examined it, looking to see if the edge was still sharp enough. He gently touched the tip of it with his finger. A small pinprick of blood appeared.

His mind made up, he took the knife in his right hand, gripping it tightly, before plunging it in his left wrist.

He watched the blood pour from his wrist for a few seconds before placing the knife in his left hand, holding it clumsily he did the same thing to his right wrist.

He watched his blood leave his body for a few minutes before starting to fell dizzy. Everything started spinning, and black spots swarm in front of his eyes. Tears poured form his eyes mixing in with his blood on his wrists, t-shirt, bed, and the floor.

He was on the edge of unconsciousness when he heard Kayla's frantic voice in his head.

~ Harry!! Death Eaters and Voldemort are at my house!! Send the Order to come!!~

~ Kayla, I'm sorry. Good bye. ~

With that he fell to the floor unconscious.

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Kayla was puzzled and scared by what Harry's answer had been. Something didn't feel right. Something wasn't in her mind that was supposed that be. Something that she had recognized as Harry's ever presence in her mind. It was still there, but just barely.

Oh no, please don't let him for some reason tried to commit suicide.

~Harry!! Harry, answer me!!~

She screamed it over and over in her mind while dodging spells left and right. She was scared out of her wits yet none of it showed on the outside. If you could have seen her you would have thought she was a trained Auror. On the inside her mind was in turmoil. She was trying to keep form getting hit with the killing curse, which they had just started using, while trying to get some response from Harry.

Something was wrong. The Death Eaters had stopped sending spells. Everything was silent. No one and nothing was moving. No one seemed to be breathing even. They were waiting for something though she didn't know what.

They parted into two straight single lines on either side of the room before a figure clothed in black just like the others came down in between them. Voldemort was walking straight for her and she froze, fear taking over completely.

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Remus, Kirsten, Dustin, and a few of the Order members were sitting in Remus's living room discussing Sirius, codename Snuffles, when the alarms for Kayla's house went off telling them that something was wrong at the house.

Everyone except Kirsten and Dustin immediately went for the fireplace to floo to their house. This didn't work; when they got to the Kayla's house they couldn't through, someone had put a charm on the fireplace so that they couldn't get through.

They all came back into Remus's house explaining hurriedly what happened before leaving the house and Privet Drive to apparate outside the wards surrounding Kayla, Britta, and Josh's house.

Kirsten went upstairs to Harry's room to tell him what happened, and ask if he had heard anything from Kayla lately.

She knocked on the door two times, and asked if she could come in. When she didn't get an answer, she knocked louder and asked louder. When she still didn't get an answer she tried the door to find it locked. She unlocked the door with magic and pushed in open and stared in horror at what she saw. She just stared for a few seconds, but then got over her shock and let out a blood-curling scream.

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They arrived just at the boundaries of the anti-appariation wards and rushed through them since they were charmed to recognize them. If anyone else tried this they were supposed to be knocked cold and whoever was in the house, and back at the Remus Lupin's house, would be informed at what had happened.

They had just reached the door when they heard a blood curling scream come from the house and hurried their speed, scared at what they would find in the house.

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Kayla watched fearfully as he walked toward her. Her mind froze. He came closer and closer to her until finally she could hear him breathe through his mask.

"So, Kayla Dursley McGonagall we meet again. I bet you didn't know that your birth mother is Petunia Dursley, Harry Potter's, whom you share a bond with, aunt. Tell me where Harry Potter is staying. I know he is no longer with his relatives, I believe you said he was staying with Remus Lupin. If that is true where the werewolf's house is and how do I get into it?" he asked her in a soft whisper that held an unsaid threat in it.

Kayla was trying to process everything that had just happened. Voldemort was in front of her, Harry wasn't in her mind like he was supposed to be, she didn't know if her parents were alive, and did Voldemort just say that Harry's aunt was her birth mother?

She wasn't ready for the light speeding toward her and the pain that followed. All she knew was pain. She was screaming, twisting in agony. It felt like an eternity, but in reality only a few seconds before the curse was lifted, and she could breathe again.

She found herself being forced to stand up and Voldemort said in his soft silky whisper, "If you don't answer me you'll get that again except a lot longer this time. How do I get past the wards at Remus-"

"Hello, Tom, we meet again," Albus Dumbledore said from the door way and once again everything was silent for a good minute while Albus Dumbledore, the greatest sorcerer in the world, headmaster of Hogwarts, Order of Merlin First Class, the only one Voldemort ever feared and Tom Riddle, Voldemort the most feared wizard in the wizarding world sized each other up trying to figure out the other's weakness.

Voldemort finally spoke, "Dumbledore, what an unpleasant surprise. This will only let me kill you earlier and show the wizarding world what you really are; a mudblood loving fool who met his downfall at the hands of Voldemort, the greatest wizard in the world."

"We shall see, we shall see," was all Dumbledore said, a fire blazing his eyes that no one had seen before.

"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort said.

The green light went zooming toward the old, but strong, wizard and hit him squarely in the chest. Dumbledore fell to the floor unmoving while everyone else watched in on amazement.

"You see," Voldemort said in barely in a whisper, "Albus Dumbledore has died at my hands by the killing curse. Your leader isn't as invincible as you thought."

The members of the Order were focused intently on Dumbledore's unmoving body. They all glanced at Voldemort and around the room suddenly realizing how hopeless the situation was. They were outnumbered four to one and Dumbledore, their strongest link, was no longer here. Remus was the only one who kept his eyes on Dumbledore, and saw the old man's chest rise slightly at first, but moving in and out more regularly and after ten minutes, of which Voldemort had been talking of his supposed triumph, Dumbledore's eyes flickered open and the old man looked around getting his bearings before sitting up slowly, surprising everyone into silence for the third time that night.

Voldemort looked at the man his eyes wide and disbelieving.

"Well, Tom, it looks like your curse has failed," he said calmly, though there was a fire worse than before blazing in his eyes.

Voldemort seemed to realize that he wasn't going to win and suddenly apparated away and all his Death Eaters following before anyone could understand what had happened.

Kayla looked around bewildered and said, "You need to make sure Harry is all right. Something is wrong; I can sense it. I can't feel him in my mind like I usually can." With that said she fell to the floor in a dead faint.

Everyone looked bewildered at her, at each other, and finally at the old wizard standing in front on them.

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Dustin ran upstairs when he heard Kirsten scream and stared shocked at his younger brother on the floor, blood pouring from his wrists. He stood there shocked before instinct took over and he rushed into the room, scooped Harry up in his arms before running downstairs and flooing to Saint Mungos, Kirsten right behind him.

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