Mad-eye had told Harry to stay behind during the capture of the evil Lord Voldemort. He had told him that if was for Harry's own safety, but Harry knew that was a lie. It was a matter of trust.

That didn't matter anyway, though, because Harry had no intention of staying behind. By way of broom Harry flew to the hide out of the Dark Lord, the place he discovered, and the place Voldemort had offered Harry the most desired power, the power to control death.

Of course, Harry didn't buy into any of that. He reported Voldemort's hideout to the Order immediately, but he started to have second guesses when Mad-eye refused to let him come along to destroy Voldemort.

Had Harry not proven himself worthy? Did Harry's family not die at the hands of Voldemort? Was it not he who was the Chosen one? If anyone had a right to be there it was Harry, and so he went anyway, questioning the Order more than he used to before.

Harry hit the ground with a run, and kept running until he reached the inside of the cave, where he saw Mad-eye and Voldemort locked in a power struggle. Both of them were deeply concentrated on keeping the other's blast away, but it was Mad-eye who was winning.

"You evil monster!" Mad-eye yelled. "I am going to end this once and for all!"

Harry glanced at Voldemort's helpless form of the ground. The Dark Lord was dying, same as Ginny. Suddenly, Harry realized he could stop it. He could save Ginny by allowing Voldemort to live.

"You can't kill him," Harry spoke; the two fighting men were made aware of the boy's presence for the first time. "He has to stand trial."

"He is too dangerous to be kept alive." Mad-eye insisted, keeping his spell lock with Voldemort stronger than ever.

Voldemort gave Harry a twisted, painful glance. "I can save the one you love."

"Don't listen to him!" Mad-eye nearly shouted.

"I can teach you to save her," Voldemort continued, "She doesn't have to die."

"Don't listen to him, Harry," Mad-eye repeated. "He's lying to you."

"He's the lair!" Voldemort spat, "If he truly cared for you he'd spare me long enough to save her!"

This struck a chord with Harry. It made sense. All of the Order didn't seem to give Trelawney's prediction enough attention. He was sick of it! Sick of listening to Dumbledore's speeches about death being natural! Why was Harry's supposed enemy the only one who seemed to care about saving Ginny?

Harry looked over in time to see Mad-eye raising his wand.

"No," said Harry, "He must live."

Mad-eye didn't listen to Harry in the least bit, but continued to concentrate on Voldemort. Harry could feel Ginny slipping away with Voldemort and his knowledge.

"I NEED HIM!" Harry bellowed, running towards the men at full speed, now holding his wand out. Silently, he thought of the killing curse. A blast of green light erupted from Harry's wand, and Mad-eye fell to the ground.

Voldemort sprung into action, deflecting the last curse from Mad-eye. He walked over to Harry, who was now standing over the body of the broken Auror.

"What have I done?" Harry asked, collapsing to the floor of the cold hard cave.

"You have fulfilled your destiny." Voldemort answered. "Follow me, and together we can unlock all the mysteries of the Dark Arts!"

"I will do whatever you ask." Harry glanced over at the dead Mad-eye Moody. "Just help me save Ginny. I can't live without her."

"Cheating death is a power only a few know," said Voldemort, "but a power that I have studied for nearly my whole life." Harry looked up at Voldemort, knowing that there is only one thing to do now.

"I pledge myself to your teachings," Harry stated, kneeling before the Dark Lord, his head turned to the ground.

"Good, good," Voldemort said, a thin smile spread across his face. "You are a very powerful wizard. For now on you should be known as Lord Mortis."

"Thank you, Master," Harry replied.

"Rise, Lord Mortis."

And Harry obeyed.