Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot – if there is a plot.

This is another think-as-I-type fic so I'm not sure about the plot. I'm going to try and make this a chaptered story so wish me luck. Oh and I read book 5 when I was like 12, book 6 a few years later and book 7 when I was 16. I'm almost 19 now and my memory is terrible so this will seem canon at first, but it isn't. AU people! This is fan fiction after all.

Prologue

He just couldn't believe it. They were being out-smarted by six teenagers who were trembling in fear just moments ago. They had the upper hand in the situation, being more experienced AND being death eaters and all. Potter wasn't expecting it to be a trap. So how? What just happened here? How did they get away? Oh yes, it was that mudblood; always the clever one. How could someone like her - someone with filthy muggle blood – how could she be such a talented witch? How can she best his son, a pureblood, at everything? How could she be besting him right now? She was what, sixteen? She was filth, a disease in the magical world. She was nothing.

The death eaters raced after the six teenagers, sending curses in every direction, but they seemed to have split up.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sending every hex they had learnt towards the death eaters who had managed to escape the room they had been locked into. It wasn't looking good. They were throwing hexes at the death eaters, hexes which would wear off eventually, but the death eaters were throwing deadly curses and it was all they could do to avoid being hit. They were inexperienced and out-numbered. Harry felt foolish for leading his friends into this trap.

Duelling potter and his friends was easy. It seemed the mudblood was dead. The Weasley boy was also nowhere to be seen. What were they thinking? Did they actually think they would win?

The death eaters had the upper hand once again. It was fun torturing them, watching their defiant faces. That fun soon came to an end when the Order arrived. Now they had to fight seriously. These were aurors, fighting dark wizards and witches was what they did for a living.

Dumbledore arrived. He knew it was over the second he tried to escape. They were caught. The dark lord would not be pleased with this.

Azkaban was a horrible place. He was a horrible person, but this prison, it was beyond horrible. He felt helpless without his wand. He was almost one of those who claimed to be under the imperius curse, but caught himself just in time. The dark lord would not be pleased with such disloyalty. He shuddered to think what his master would've done to him if he had. The prisoners were insane, the ones in the cells next to his. His fellow death eaters were all separated and so he sat counting down the days to when the dark lord would free them all. He could feel himself weakening each day, but he knew the dark lord would come for his most loyal servants.

It was after the dark lord had rescued them when he started having doubts. His son was given a mission to kill Dumbledore. He knew Draco wouldn't be able to do it. His master knew he wouldn't be able to do it. His master planned to kill his son if he failed. This wasn't something he had wanted for his son. The boy was only sixteen, he was afraid. He shouldn't be doing this. But defying the dark lord would result in death.

His son had managed to get all the death eaters into the school. Snape killed Dumbledore and escaped with his son. He fought against the order once again and was shocked to see the mudblood there, fighting fiercely. Wasn't she dead? She was like a cockroach! He hated mudbloods, especially her.

He saw her again several months later after she was captured together with Potter and Weasley. They were brought to Malfoy mansion and imprisoned. She was tortured while her friends were locked in the basement. Her screams were like music to his ears. He would finally be rid of her.

He saw her glance in Draco's direction as if pleading for help. His son just stared at her with a frightened look on his face. There was a commotion and spells went flying in every direction, Potter and Weasley had managed to escape. This wasn't good.

They escaped. They had bested them again. They would pay dearly.

The battle was fought at Hogwarts. The dark lord lured Potter out and killed him. It was easy. Did that boy actually think he could beat the dark lord?

It was when their attention was on their opponents. No one saw what happened. Harry Potter's body was gone. He was still alive and all hope was restored to the Light side.

Narcissa, his wife, was tortured and killed by his master. She had helped Potter escape. They still had the upper hand with their numbers, but that was it. He wouldn't be afraid anymore. This was not what he had had in mind when he joined lord voldemort. It took his wife's death to make him realise that he was a slave and that he was disposable. But voldemort had taken his wand, he was helpless. He couldn't do anything without his wand. Bodies littered the ground all around them, this was his chance - he would take a wand from one of the fallen. With that in mind he quickly moved to the nearest wand he could see and picked it up. He pointed it at the nearest death eaters, sending powerful curses. He wouldn't use the killing curse, no point in becoming a murderer. It was true, he was a terrible man, but despite what everyone believed, he had never killed anyone. He had attempted to, but never did.

He watched as the golden trio and their friends stopped fighting to watch in confusion as he took out his fellow death eaters. It was easy, they weren't prepared for it. The fighting continued after the confusion had lifted. He kept throwing curses, unaware that they weren't as effective since he was using someone else's wand. It was a few minutes later that realised just how foolish it was to betray the dark side in such a way, when a curse hit him with such force that he was thrown backwards. Pain shot through his chest as his own blood pooled around him. He didn't know it, but his moment of foolishness was what Potter needed; a distraction. He felt a heavy thump on the ground beside him and turned his head slightly to see the severed head of voldemort's snake. Now the final step was to strike voldemort himself. His vision blurred. This was it... at least he'd die knowing he did what was right.

So that's the sucky prologue. Please leave a review, I'd love to know what you think, though, I know this wasn't very good. The first chapter will be better I promise ^-^