Friends Close, Enemies Closer

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Chapter Twenty: Immortality

Day of the Winter Solstice


Ginny hissed through clenched teeth. Her cinnamon eyes were darkened with fear yet anger was beginning to spark and reside dominantly. The spider's eyes gleamed maliciously in the pale light of her wand.

"Nox," she whispered, dousing the passageway in darkness as she extinguished the light on her wand.

Ginny's eyes shifted through the darkness trying to make out the enormous form of her adversary, but it blended in smoothly with the environment. Trying to keep her cool and quell the fear, Ginny shifted through dozens of spells in her head. The pain in her shoulder and stomach were almost unbearable and the lack of blood was starting to make her feel woozy, yet Ginny refused to let herself perish now.

Briefly her mind wondered in puzzlement how this predicament came about. She was simply supposed to have just revisited the memories obtained in the Chamber so she could discover the location of the cave. Something, however, went very wrong. Instead of being a mere ghost she somehow transplanted her mind and took at physical form. Her gut told her she wasn't in the memory, but was actually in the actual cavern itself. Ginny had always heard about witches and wizards who could astral project or do variations of it, but never did she think she could ever be powerful enough to do it.

A spell flickered in her mind to help her predicament and Ginny, without hesitation, twisted her wrist what little amount she could to point at her prison.

"Deletrius," she whispered, softly as to not alert the beast. A pale yellow light swarmed the sticky web around her and immediately disintegrated it.

A large whistling sound alerted Ginny's attention and she barely dove out of the way as one of the arachnid's legs came crashing down beside her. Ginny rolled on the dusty floor until she hit the wall, her chest heaving. She winced as spasms of pain wracked her body, but she quickly scrambled to her feet.

"Incendio," she called, lighting the torching surrounding them. Although she wanted to remain unseen, Ginny knew that she couldn't destroy the beast without knowing where to aim her spells.

She took one look at the spider standing before her; it's fangs dripping with thick yellow venom and ran. Her legs pumped beneath her, her feet pounding heavily against the floor as she ran down the corridor. The spider roared in rage as its prey darted away and soon Ginny could hear it scurrying rapidly after her. Her heart pounded uncontrollably in her chest and her breaths came in shallows gasps.

As the sound of her pursuing drew closer, Ginny knew it was futile to continue running. The spider was quicker than her and uninjured. Ginny wounds were weakening her considerably. Ginny turned around and with no time to catch her breath, the spider was right behind her drawing close. With an evil gleam reflecting in its eyes, the spider pounced propelling its large body sailing into the air toward Ginny.

Eyes wide, Ginny whipped her wand in front of her. "Mobilarius!"

The spider froze in the air mid jump and Ginny did not hesitate to send it slamming into the wall. Unfortunately, unlike its smaller counterpart, the spider was not reduced to a pile of mush. Instead it slid down the wall and fell at a pile on the floor. Momentarily stunned, the spider got to its feet shakily before growling in anger. Ginny gulped as it charged her.

This time she wasn't fast enough. The spider mimicked her and with one leg, speared her black robe and threw her forcibly into the wall. Dust flew into the air as Ginny's body smashed into the cold, grimy stone. The wind rushed from her lungs and her mouth gaped like a fish as she attempted to take in air. She felt her chest crack and her pain reached new heights. Crumbled against the wall, Ginny's head rolled up and through hazy eyes she saw the spider bearing down upon.

Weakly she raised her wand and tried to speak, but words were bereft from her. The spider towered over her, its large frame enveloping her small body in its hulking shadow. Ginny whimpered and huddled back against the wall. The spider leaned its head down and Ginny closed her eyes as she felt it's hot, fiery breath brushing over her skin. Venom dripped off of its fangs and sizzled against the ground.

"No," Ginny whispered. "It will not end like this."

With her last bit of strength, Ginny meekly raised her wand and shoved it straight into the spider's head. It roared in pain and tried to rear its head, but Ginny, her brown eyes set in grim determination spoke first.

"Diffindo!"

The spider released a screech of anguish as its body glowed in a dark azure light. It writhed and screamed as the sound of flesh ripping filled the air. In a matter of seconds, the spider's body was split completely in half. Hot, yellow venom seeped from its interior mingling with sickly green blood and guts. Ginny desperately scrambled away from the mangled corpse. A sigh of relief was released from her weakened body and she sank into the ground her energy depleted.

She didn't know how long she lay there nestled in the sandy floor with the firelight dancing across her pale face. The flow of blood stilled over time and her wounds crusted over. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her cracked ribs hindering her breathing. Slowly, Ginny felt her strength returning to her as she rested. Weakly, she pushed herself off the ground to her knees. Not strong enough to support herself standing, Ginny began crawling languidly through the passageway determined to get to the end.

It was a long trek, but Ginny's hopes heightened as she neared what seemed to be the end of the corridor. Ginny collapsed in front of the doorway. It was the same hard rock that barred her entrance earlier and no doubt had the same type of trigger. Ginny didn't have the strength to find it. She hoisted her wand one last time and laid it against the door.

"Reducto," she said, meekly. Ginny covered her head as the rock exploded apart leaving a gaping whole. Ginny crawled through the doorway, wincing as sharp rocks sliced her skin. When the hot rays of the sun gleamed down upon her, Ginny felt a smile slip onto her face before she collapsed completely to the ground and darkness filled her mind.


"Crabbe, come here!" a thick voice shouted from the depths of a black robe.

The hulking figure across the room stalked over to the doorway where his companion was peering outside.

"What are you doing, Goyle," Crabbe asked. "We're supposed to be searching for the passageway."

"I think I found it," Goyle answered, lifting a beefy hand to point outside the door.

Crabbe peered around him and could make out a gaping black hole in the side of a stone building. Dust and rock were still floating around in the air making a cloudy barrier to his vision. A black lump on the ground not far from the hole caught his attention.

"Hey, Goyle," he asked, scratching his head.

"Yeah?"

"What's that?" Crabbe pointed to the object.

Goyle frowned and scratched his own head. "I dunno."

"Well, don't you think we should look?" Crabbe asked.

"I guess so," Goyle replied with a shrug.

They both exited the building they were standing in and walked over to the black bundle. Goyle moved to kick it with he's feet, but jumped two feet in the air when it rolled over on its own. Lying before them wearing a ripped and blood stained robe, her face extremely pale and breaths coming in shallows gasps was Ginny.

"Hey, Crabbe?"

"Yeah, Goyle?"

"Isn't that the Weasley brat?"

"Uh huh."

"How'd she get out her and get like that?"

"Beats me."

"Think we should kill her?"

Goyle was rewarded by a hard smack on the top of his head. He growled in pain and rubbed the sore spot.

"No, we shouldn't kill her," Crabbe answered rolling his eyes. "Our Lord would be most displeased. Now pick her up, carefully."

Goyle bent down ready to gather Ginny in his arms, but just as he was about to touch her, Ginny's frame flickered briefly before winking out of existence. Goyle jumped back in surprise and landed hard on the ground.

"What was that?" he yelled pointing at the spot Ginny's body used to inhibit, his eyes wide.

Crabbe had an astonished look on his face and once more moved to scratch his head.

"I don't know, Goyle, but we should report this at once."

Goyle nodded and the two Death Eaters headed back toward the center of Rilanthia as fast as their stocky legs let them.


"Draco."

Draco's head whipped up and he dropped Ginny's body to the floor in surprise at the sound of the silky voice speaking to him.

"My Lord," Draco said, standing to his feet and bowing low.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort asked, walking toward him, Lucius in tow. Voldemort's robes hid his feet from view giving the appearance of him floating.

"It's Gin- Weasley," Draco answered. "I made her do what you bid, but she has yet to return. It seems something went wrong and she has encountered physical danger."

Draco moved Ginny's robes to reveal the wound on her should and the one on her chest, both crusted over with dried blood. Voldemort studied Draco's face, his scarlet eyes narrowed.

"If she doesn't return soon, kill her," he commanded.

Draco struggled to keep his emotions from showing and just nodded curtly. "Your will, my Lord."

The sound of heavily pounding feet echoed through the city the same time Draco noticed Ginny's body begin to stir. Crabbe and Goyle ran up to them, their faces red and chests heaving. Falling sloppily to their knees they bowed low the same time Ginny's eyes flickered open.

"Draco," she breathed softly, lifting her hand weakly.

Only Draco heard her soft whispers. Voldemort and Lucius' attentions were on the two bumbling idiots in front of them who were ragging on about the ghost of Ginny Weasley. With sharp words, Voldemort quickly silenced them.

"She's awake, my Lord," Draco's voice broke the silence.

"Does she know the location?" Voldemort hissed, hovering over them.

"She is weak, milord," Draco replied.

"We know where it is!" Goyle announced triumphantly.

Voldemort cast a skeptical glance toward the pair.

"It's where we saw her body disappear, my Lord Voldemort," Crabbe added.

"Take me too it," Voldemort commanded.

Crabbe and Goyle nodded, quickly standing.

"Draco, bring the girl," Voldemort added. "We may need her yet."

Draco gathered Ginny's small frame into his arms and followed.


Voldemort's eyes gleamed excitedly as he led the expedition through the corridor. He passed the spider rotting corpse without a glance as did the others, but Draco caught the whimpers coming from Ginny as she realized they were traveling back into the passageway. Looking at the spider with its razor sharp leg points, Draco realized exactly what had happened to Ginny.

"Ginny, I'm so sorry," he whispered softly. "I should never have made you come down here."

"You had too," she croaked out slowly.

"You're so brave," Draco replied, his slate eyes darkening. "So brave and so strong. Stay with me Ginny. Don't leave me."

Ginny closed her eyes and a small smile lit of her face. "I'm not dying yet, Draco. I still have a dark wizard's butt to kick and a world to save."

"I thought you left those things up to Harry Potter," Draco teased lightly.

"Harry is going to cause more harm than good this time in his heroic antics," Ginny replied worry filtering in her eyes.

"It's going to be okay, Ginny," Draco whispered, reassuringly. "Everything is going to turn out fine. I promise."

"Don't promise things you cannot control, Draco," Ginny replied.

Draco nodded and silence enveloped them. Draco continued to carry Ginny through the passageway and down the stairwell. Voldemort's menacing laughter broke out through the silence of the passageway and reverberated through the walls of the city as they group entered the cavern. Draco stared at his surroundings in shock. It held such an aura of magic in power it was starting to make his head swim.

Draco hissed as his arm began to burn. Looking, he saw that his dark mark was glowing and moving as if alive. Immediately black forms began to appear. Draco realized that Voldemort had called those still searching the city to rejoin him. Draco set Ginny on her feet beside him and settled her against the wall next to him so she could have support. The Death Eaters gathered in a circle around Lord Voldemort.

"My faithful friends," Voldemort began, spreading his arms wide. "Feel the power! Drink it in! It surrounds you."

The Death Eaters cackled and laughed as Voldemort turned in a circle, his face lifted toward the ceiling in ecstasy.

"The time has come. You can see before us the object that will bring our complete power and domination upon this weak world.

"I can already feel Potter," Voldemort spit the name, "wandering within this very city. His blood calls to me. The time of retribution has dawned."

The Death Eaters cheered and hooted at the Dark Lord's remarks.

"Miss Weasley," he hissed, moving to stand before her. "I'm afraid your services are no longer needed."

Voldemort turned toward his followers. "Kill her."

Ginny's eyes widened slightly, but her face darkened. She refused to let him see how his words really affected her.

One of the Death Eaters stepped away from the circle and gracefully moved toward her. Her voice came out low and raspy as she raised her wand.

"Crucio."

Ginny felt her body jerk and she screamed as pain flooded her body. It was more than she could bear. As her body writhed, Ginny collapsed to the floor and in that instant, she remembered.

She was in what appeared to be a rather large cave, damp and it smelled like rotting wood. A slight fog covered the air, which was thick and hard to breathe. Ginny blinked rapidly, hoping the sight in front of her would go away if she did, but alas, it did not. Standing in front of her in a half circle was a group of death eaters, their figures casting ghostly shadows against the dimly lit cave. Ginny pressed herself hard against to the wall as if willing it to open and swallow her up. She had nowhere to run. Ginny shivered as the death eaters grew near, their steps soft against the dirt ground, their beady eyes glaring at her behind black robes.

They taunted her; she heard whispers all around her, even inside her head, baiting her, laughing at her. She clutched her head with her fingers and squeezed her eyes shut trying to block them out, but it did not work.

"Crucio!" a low baritone voice boomed through out the cave.

A wand pointed at her emitted a bright flash of light and Ginny screamed as the curse hit her. The pain was mind blowing, her head bursting with pain and white-hot light. She crumpled to the floor, her body searing with pain and she squirmed in the dirt like a pathetic dog. The pain lifted but its effects stayed with her as Ginny whimpered on the ground. The death eaters laughed coldly at her pain, satisfaction filling them as they watched her.

"Thought you could hide from us forever did you?" a feminine voice spoke, laced with venom. "You cannot hide from the Dark Lord forever, he always finds what he is looking for."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Ginny choked out between spasms of pain. The death eaters laughed mockingly.

"Oh really? Tell me, Ginny Weasely, do you really think we are going to fall for that?" the woman hissed. "CRUCIO!" she shouted vehemently, brandishing her wand and hitting Ginny full force with her spell. Ginny let out a blood curdling scream and fell back to the ground, squirming with the intense pain.

"Enough!" a man yelled, causing the woman to stop her torment. Ginny gasped in air, her body still twitching. She had had enough, there was nothing left in her to keep going. Ginny wished that they would kill her and end this nightmare of a life.

"She has caused enough damage, there is no reason to let her live any longer."

"But she needs to suffer!" the woman protested earnestly.

"Her life has been one of suffering." The man said softly. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Kill her now, end it." He ordered.

The front most death eater brought his hand out from under his cloak and pointed it at Ginny.

"Avada Kedavra." He hissed as bright green sparks shot out and the blinding green light raced towards her.

Ginny opened her eyes. Her body no longer felt it was on fire and but the memory of the pain still lingered in her frame. The Death Eater's had closed in on her, their faces grinning eerily in the cavern light. Weakly, Ginny stood refusing to break in front of them. She lifted her head in defiance and waited for what she knew was coming. For the inevitable.

"Avada Kedavra."

As the bright green light of death rushed toward her, Ginny felt her stomach drop and she closed her eyes as tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

"Forgive me for being weak," Ginny whispered, a silent plea to all her family and friends. "Forgive me for failing you."

Squeezing her eyes tightly, Ginny waited for the darkness to consume her once again. This time, forever.

It never came.

"GINNY NOOO!" a familiar voice shouted and Ginny felt a body slamming into hers knocking her out of the path of the lethal curse and flattening them both to the dusty ground. They rolled several feet before coming to a halt, her savior on top.

"Draco," she whispered, gazing up at him.

Draco's slate eyes were filled with terror. His body was shaking on top of her. As she gazed into his pale face with his silky platinum hair falling into his eyes, Ginny realized that he was shaking in terror at the thought of losing her.

"Draco, what did you do?" Ginny said, pain in her voice. "They'll kill you too."

"I can't live without you, Ginny," Draco replied, his voice quivered with emotion. He lowered his head and softly captured Ginny's lips. Ginny closed her eyes and tears leaked down her face.

"I love you," she whispered softly in his ear.

Draco's voice choked in his throat and a smile flickered on his face.

"I will always love you, Ginny Weasley, even after death."

"How touching," Lucius sneered, his words shattering the moment. "Draco, you disgust me. Falling in love with that pathetic excuse for a wizard. You have betrayed your family, your heritage and your Lord for what? A Weasley twit? I raised you better."

"You raised me to be a murdering selfish scum just like yourself," Draco yelled. "The Weasleys are ten times the person you could ever be."

"You shame me, Draco," Voldemort cut in. "For this you shall die. Your pathetic attempt only spared Miss Weasley's life a few moments and now your treachery has been revealed."

"Kill them both, immediately," Voldemort barked.

"With pleasure," Bellatrix Black replied gleefully. Her dark eyes sparkled and her lips curved in a vicious smile.

"Avada Kedavra."

A haze of green light raced across the cavern and hit it's target dead on. With a feminine scream, she fell back to the floor; her lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling.

"Ginny, nooooo!" Draco screamed, echoing his earlier words. His eyes clouded with confusion when he realized that Ginny was in fact quite alive next to him and it was Bellatrix's body that was deceased on the floor.

"Incarcerous!" a multitude of voices shouted. Long strands of rope coiled out of the ground and wrapped every Death Eater in the cavern including Lord Voldemort.

Harry, Hermoine, Ron, Tristan and Tonks stepped out of the shadows; their wand brandished before them and deadly looks adorning their faces. Tonks still looked a little green from having used such an evil curse, but her resolve was just as determined as the others.

"Why, Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed. "How good of you to join us. I see you brought some guests."

"Shut up, you snake," Harry yelled, his green eyes flashing.

"Now, now, Harry," Voldemort admonished. "Is that anyway to speak to your superior?"

"You are dead, Voldemort," Harry growled. "I will destroy you for good this time. It ends here."

"Bravo," Voldemort mocked. "Such chivalry, such bravado. One could almost believe that you had what it takes to take someone's life. That's so evil, Harry. Can you handle it?"

"I don't think I'll have any problem killing the man who murdered my parents and countless others," Harry replied coldly.

"So sure than, Harry?" Voldemort questioned.

"You will die today," Harry said, firmly.

"So be it."

A sneer snaked across Voldemort's face. Closing his eyes, Voldemort chanted and in an instant, the bonds holding his body prisoner snapped and fell useless to the floor. Harry stepped back as Voldemort moved closer.

"Now, Harry," Voldemort chided. "You didn't think I'd let you kill me and my followers without a fair fight now did you?"

Raising his wand Voldemort removed the ropes binding the Death Eaters. They grinned and brandished their wands in front of them. For a moment no one moved, then activity exploded in the cavern. The Death Eaters charged at the same time as Harry and his team and rainbow colors of light surged through the air as they threw hexes and curses at each other. Bodies tumbled to the floor and cries of pain pierced the air.


Draco moved to his feet and helped Ginny to a standing position. Gently he led her behind a pile of boulders, hiding her from the war raging around them. Squeezing her hand lightly, Draco gave her a small smile before racing away from her to join the others. Ginny could only watch in apprehension, her body too drained to do anything.


Hermoine found herself rolling on the floor, her bushy brown hair dragging in the dirt. With a quick kick, she swept the Death Eater hovering over her right off his feet. Hermoine jumped up and pointed her wand at him and quickly cast a jelly-jinx. Every time the Death Eater tried to get to his feet, his legs wobbled and he crashed back to the ground.

"Stupefy!" Hermione yelled.

The Death Eater's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Hermoine nodded in satisfaction and just for fun, slammed her foot down on the unconscious man's tender area.

She ran over to Ginny and knelt beside her.

"You okay, Ginny?" Hermione asked, concern marring her face.

"I'll be okay," Ginny replied, shifting her body then wincing.

"Where does it hurt?" Hermoine asked.

"My ribs, shoulder and stomach."

Hermoine opened Ginny's robed and gasped, placing once hand over her mouth when she saw the wounds.

"Oh, Ginny," she whispered, her chocolate eyes misting.

A flash of light flew over their head causing them both to duck as pieces of the wall exploded.

"Protego." Hermione quickly cast a shielding charm over the both of them.

"Let me see if I can fix these," Hermione murmured.

"Episkey," she said, touching her wand to Ginny's chest. Ginny's breath hitched. She could feel her bones moving inside her body, the pieces fitting together. Within seconds her broken ribs were healed.

"Whoa, Hermione, that's powerful stuff," Ginny said in amazement.

"I can repair your broken nose, but those wounds I'm afraid I can't do anything for," Hermione admitted.

"You've done enough," Ginny replied. "At least I can move now."

"Don't move too much or you'll open your wounds," Hermoine warned.

"I'll just move enough to show some Death Eaters what's what," Ginny joked.

Hermione grinned. "I guess you deserve to do that after what you've been through."

"No kidding," Ginny agreed.

"Ron, look out!" Hermoine shouted suddenly, standing up fast. Ginny followed her gaze to her brother.

Ron's head shot up at her voice and he had barely enough time to roll away from a hex. He landed no so gracefully on his head and flopped to the ground. Hermoine raced over to kneel next to him.

"Honestly, Ron," Hermoine muttered.

Ron stared up at her sheepishly and rubbed his next. Suddenly his blue eyes widened.

"Langlock!" a deep male voice shouted.

The Death Eater who was about to speak a curse grabbed at his mouth, his eyes wide.

"Locomotor Mortalis."

The Death Eater's legs locked and he timbered to the ground to reveal Tristan standing behind him, his wand whirling through the air with flourish.

"What did you do to him?" Ron asked, staring at the gurgling Death Eater.

"I glued his tongue to the roof of his mouth," Tristan said with a twinkle in his green eyes.

"Cool," Ron said, impressed.

"How's Harry doing?" Hermoine asked.

"I haven't really been watching since I've been trying to keep myself from being killed, but from what I've seen, him and Voldie keep throwing hexes at each other and no one is really getting anywhere. Harry did do this really cool thing. I think it's called Conjunctivis Curse. It like scalded Voldemort's ugly snake eyes for a few minutes, but not long enough for Harry to really do anything but dodge something nasty."

"I taught him that," Hermoine said, lifting her head proudly.

"Yeah, yeah," Ron muttered.

"Where's Tonks?" Tristan asked.

Hermoine looked around the room then pointed to the far corner.

"Looks like she's fighting two Death Eater's over there."

"What about Ginny and Draco?"

"Ginny is behind the boulders," Hermoine said. "I put a shielding charm on her and healed her ribs. Draco is currently sparring with his father."

Ron gazed around the room. Stunned bodies covered the floor. None of them could bring themselves to kill anyone. It just felt too evil.

"Think we should go help them?" he asked.

"Harry needs to fight Voldemort on his own," Hermoine replied shaking her head.

"I think the same could go for Draco and Lucius," Tristan added.

"Tonks looks a little out numbered," Ron observed. "She's got the only two left."

The three turned their attention to Tonks whose bright magenta hair was flailing wildly as she dashed around the cavern, dodging hexes and throwing out her own. She efficiently disarmed one of the Death Eaters before using her wand to throw him into the near wall, knocking him unconscious. The second she confused with a Confundus charm and then used a body bind. With a satisfied smirk, Tonks wiped her hands on her robe.

"I think she's fine," Tristan grinned.


Draco raced away from Ginny, dodging a few hexes that sailed around him. His slate gray eyes were narrowed and locked on one figure. Lucius' face was twisted in an evil sneer as he sent curses toward Tristan. Tristan scream in pain as Lucius used the Cruciatus Curse on him.

"Reducto!" Draco yelled, his spell blowing his father off of his feet. Tristan locked gazes with Draco and then nodded. A moment later, Tristan was attacking another Death Eater.

"You are a fool, Draco, if you think you can defeat me," Lucius snarled getting to his feet.

"Crucio!" his father yelled.

Draco gasped as the overwhelming pain brought him to his knees.

"You always were weak," Lucius taunted him.

Draco clenched his teeth in pain and his fists in anger. He forced himself to calm. Draco had been to target of this curse many times before. It took a lot of mental strength to push the pain from the curse far from his. Determined, Draco tried to steady his mind to thing of a counter spell. Raising his wand, he almost doubled over as his father strengthened the spell. Draco's hands dropped to the ground, panting. With a swift movement, he fell to the ground and twisted his body so he could target his father and swiftly cast the Bat-Bogey hex.

Lucius' eyes widened as big green blobs dropped from his nose, grew wings and began to attack his face. With a snarl he began swatting the flying boogers. It gave Draco enough time to get to his feet and catch his breath while Lucius dispelled the attack.

"Impressive, Draco," Lucius drawled, dryly. "What an endearing spell. Did you make that immature bit up on your own? Maybe you should learn this. Impedimenta!"

A silver light swirled around Draco's body. Suddenly he felt sluggish and as if his body weighed a hundred tons. Lucius' lips curved into an evil grin and he walked toward his son. It looked to Draco as if the man was running. Lucius reached out and smashed his fist into Draco's face and darted away before Draco could react.

"I should have known you would betray me," Lucius hissed. "You're just like your mother, weak, pathetic. No son of mine would stoop to consort with the enemy. You are no son of mine."

"I'd just as soon trade you for another father," Draco drawled. To his ears his voice sounded lower and more drawn out.

"You provided some amusement albeit," Lucius spoke, "but no more. Goodbye, Draco."

Lucius raised his wand.

"Avis! Oppugno!"

A flock of snow white birds were conjured into the air above Lucius and with raging squawks, the birds dove toward him and began pecking ruthlessly at him. Lucius howled in rage and pain as the beaks pierced his flesh over and over, pulling out his eyes and ripping the hair from his head.

"Draco, are you okay?" Ginny asked falling to his side as she removed the hex on him.

"I'm fine," Draco replied. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be safe behind the boulders."

"You didn't really think I'd let you have all the fun did you?" Ginny asked cocking her head to the side. "Besides, we're even now."

"I guess so," Draco replied with a smile. He ruffled her hair and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head.

Standing, he moved toward his father and dissolved the birds. Lucius was cowering on his knees, his hands roaming above his head to block any attacks. He looked pathetic. His pale blond hair was scattered along the ground and bloody patches spotted his head at the roots where it was pulled out. He moaned and screamed, tearing at his sockets, which were empty. Draco felt nothing. No remorse. No satisfaction.

"Goodbye, father," he whispered. "Avada Kedavra."

Green light shot from the tip of his wand and embedded into his father's chest. Lucius collapsed to the ground, his pain finally over.

"Draco, come on," Ginny said, tugging on his robes. Draco followed her silently to stand next to the others who were watching Harry fight Voldemort.


"You are a lot stronger than I expected," Voldemort spoke. He threw a hex at Harry who dodged it by ducking low to the ground.

"I'm full of surprises," Harry replied, shooting a stunning curse at Voldemort.

"But not strong enough," Voldemort said. "I am finished playing with you. It ends now."

Voldemort lifted his wand and instead of aiming it at Harry, aimed it at the sword that hovered in the air just beyond them.

"Accio Masamune!" Voldemort shouted.

The sword trembled in the air and sailed toward Voldemort. He caught it deftly in his hands and in one motion swung it toward Harry. The sword's silver blade reflected the fear stained on Harry's face as it arched toward him. Harry felt his body freeze and his blood run cold. Voldemort's face was contorted in concentration, his scarlet eyes slit and burning with hatred. The sword's razor sharp edge sliced through Harry's body, cutting from his right shoulder all the way down to his left knee.

A scream ripped through the cavern, but it was not Harry's. Harry's green eyes were wide open in shock and the pain of having his body sliced in half was more than he could comprehend. As his eyes rolled in the back of his head, Harry's body slumped to the ground in two pieces, his crimson blood, a reflection of his Gryffindor heritage, stained the ground.

It was Hermione who screamed. Her face of horror reflected that of her companions around her. Tear pricked in her eyes as she knelt beside Harry's fallen form. Softly she smoothed her fingers over his soft black hair and with a sob, straightened the black glasses perched lopsided on his nose.

"Harry," Ron spoke in disbelief. He dropped beside Hermione and buried his face in his hands.

Tonks and Tristan clutched each other in shock as Ginny buried her head into Draco's shoulder, her body shaking with her sobs. Draco, however, was staring at Voldemort.

A look of ecstasy has spread across the dark lord's face as his body hovered off of the ground. The Masamune gleam in his hands as Harry's blood dripped off of the tip. With an inhumane roar, Voldemort moved to the center of the circle where the sword had hovered earlier. The three elements that surrounded Voldemort, fire, water and sand, shot straight into the air and mingled with the final element, air. The four elements twisted and braided together as they formed a cyclone encasing Voldemort's form in the middle. The elements were forged together and turned into a bright golden light encasing Voldemort. Voldemort screamed as the golden light softened to silver and than blinked out of existence. Voldemort's feet gently touched back down on the ground. The air around him seemed to crackle with power.

Draco felt his stomach churn inside him and his heart sank.

"He did it," Draco whispered fearfully. "Voldemort is immortal."


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