About this story: This story is a sequel of Pretending to be Harry's Girlfriend, and starts 3 years after the said story (except for the prologue, which is only a year after). I highly suggest you read that one first as a lot of information in this story won't make sense if you haven't read that one yet. Another note about the final battle, I am mostly following the HPDH plot, but tweaking it a bit. But the part about the Horcruxes, Harry willing to die, the resurrection stone and the semi-ghosts who were with him, the Kings Cross scene with Dumbledore, Snape's allegiance and death, and him pretending to be dead are all the same. And… and … of course, in my version of things, Draco is Harry's friend and is for the light side.

Disclaimer: I am in no way the owner of the HP series. Everything in this story except Izzy, Marius and stuff about them, their Greek universe, is owned by JK Rowling.

A/N: I'm baaack!! Eastern Europe was great, though the trip was really tiring. It was worth it anyway! And now I'm back to my fanfic writing! I think I'm the most excited one here. I'm so excited about the tons of ideas that have crossed my mind during the period of time that I was gone! And now.. on with the show!

Chapter 1: Her Name

(A Prologue)

From afar, it seemed like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was having a rather grand display of magic with all the jets of light and explosions that can be seen in its vicinity. Although you could definitely say that that was true up to some extent, being that the events within its walls really showcased its students' abilities and talents, it was not a show one would enjoy watching.

Hogwarts is currently in battle on that midnight in April, after being invaded by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. And although one-third of the castle was ruined, and had crumbled as dust to the ground, most students and teachers imitated the remaining two-thirds of the castle, still standing and ready to fight.

The Entrance Hall certainly looked busy. There were spells being sent in every direction, a huge chunk of the grand spiral staircase was missing, there were shrieks and screams heard, and occasionally, the thumping sound of a fallen warrior after being hit by a bright green jet of light. But in the middle of that devastated hall, was an intensely heated duel, a duel whose magical aura was certainly powerful, and alarming, that some people in the Hall turned to watch. It was a battle between two beings of the same blood, pure and noble, and of the name Black. Draco Malfoy was taking on Bellatrix Lestrange single-handedly in what would be one of the most memorable duels in the wizarding world's history. Aunt and nephew, both aiming and cursing to kill, were dueling with all their might to finish one another.

"You've gotten rather good, Malfoy. I'm impressed! You're making this duel a little more worthwhile!", Bellatrix said evilly as she narrowly avoided a killing curse Draco sent her way.

"No thanks to you, my dear Aunt!", Draco smirked the trademark Malfoy smirk. This made Bellatrix fume with so much anger.

"You are no nephew of mine! How dare you call me your Aunt! You are not worthy to be called a Black you filthy little boy!", her eyes flashed dangerously.

"That reminds me Aunt Bella, I really need to thank you for blasting me off the Black family tree—saved my life, that move!", Draco said in mock sweetness.

"What?! Don't play games with me boy or I'll personally make sure that you join the rest of our blood traitors, like dear cousin Sirius!", she said as she raised her wand.

"Avada Kedavra!", she shouted, but the jet missed Draco by an inch and made a large statue behind him explode, sending bits and pieces flying towards Bellatrix's direction. She ducked just in time to avoid the flying pieces of concrete.

"Your aim is remarkable, as ever! You do have that habit of destroying yourself by having your plans backfiring, don't you? Just like blasting me off the family tree", he smirked once more.

"What are you talking about?!", she asked loathingly.

"Still don't get it? How slow can you honestly get? Betrayal of ancestors? Doesn't that at least ring a bell?", he snarled. His words' effect was instant. Bellatrix screamed and shook with so much anger while Draco laughed like a maniac, sounding oddly much like his father.

"I was destined to die with the way I have betrayed my lunatic of a father's orders! I didn't have much time left when you gave me back my life, my dear Aunt. You removed me from that horrible tree, detaching me from the Black Family forever—and thus, technically I am no longer a pureblood. Although of course, those things are very trivial. But the law, the law! How wonderful indeed that pureblood laws are so specific, don't you agree! Removing me from the Black Family tree automatically removes me from the Malfoy Family tree, therefore releasing me from the bind I was in, from the obligations I had as a Malfoy, including the curse of Betrayal of Ancestors", he laughed like a maniac once more for he knew that irritated his Aunt.

Then he continued his little monologue. "You never fail to save me, do you? I must say I'm impressed with the way you keep your word to my parents, godmother", he said mockingly.

Bellatrix had already started narrowing her eyes, opening her mouth and raising her wand when Harry Potter, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It seemed to his friends (who knew better) that he had removed his invisibility cloak. The whole hall gasped.

"He's alive!"

"Harry's alive!"

"I knew it! He couldn't possibly die! He's the chosen one!"

It was just a few minutes ago when Voldemort announced to all of them that Harry was dead, and Hagrid came in sobbing, with their hero in his arms. But now, Harry Potter appeared out of nowhere, alive, in the middle of the Entrance Hall, and certainly looking mad and dangerous. Anyone who crosses his way would most likely get cursed, or even killed. Well, at least, that's how he looked like to most of the students.

"You!", Bellatrix was surprised. Her voice came out merely as a whisper and yet everyone in the Great Hall heard her clearly because of the deafening silence that followed Harry's reappearance.

"Harry!", Draco said almost at the same time.

"Yes. Me. And You! I've been looking for you!", his eyes narrowed dangerously at Bellatrix—the woman who killed his godfather, Sirius Black, and the very same woman who took Izzy away from him forever. After that night when she kidnapped her, Izzy was never the same again. She forgot all of her memories about Harry, and have gone to back to Greece to claim her royal throne.

"My, my, my. Would you look at my luck! The Dark Lord will be very pleased once I hand you to him. And to think I need not put in any effort! You were after me all this time!", Bellatrix quickly regained her haughty air.

"You'll be handing no one to that bastard tonight, Lestrange. Tonight, it's time for you to pay your debts!", Harry said calmly.

"My debts?! Hah! Are you trying to make me laugh? A pureblood like me does not have any debts to pay! I have done the wizarding world a huge favor by getting rid of your dearly loved godfather who was a filthy blood traitor to begin with!", she said passionately.

"You sicken me! As if Sirius' death wasn't enough! You really find the need to mock him, don't you, you twisted woman! I'm going to make you pay! Not just for Sirius' death but for you taking her away from me forever!", he said, his eyes flashing really dangerously now, that Bellatrix froze in her spot. She could feel the intensity of his power, the height of his magical ability pouring out from his body. His aura was like no other, not even the Dark Lord himself. And for Bellatrix, that was certainly saying something. No one was more powerful than the man she had loved and served for several decades now, no one!

"No! Y—you! This is impossible! No!", Bellatrix stuttered. Then some people gasped as someone suddenly appeared out of thin air, with a swish of a cloak.

"Bella! What is this?! What is impossible? Is that doubt that I see in you?", a voice behind her suddenly whispered. Her eyes widened with fear as she realized who the voice belonged to—Voldemort, her master.

"M—my Lord! There is no doubt in my mind!", she cried out, turning around and kissing his feet.

"No doubt? Such lies Bella, such lies. The Dark Lord always knows. But we shall deal with that later, shall we not? We do not have time for that now, not with the chosen one, or so they call him, standing right in front of us. It's rude to keep guests waiting, is it not?", Voldemort laughed cruelly.

"Ah. Yes. Such magical energy coming from this filthy half-blood boy, the one they say will conquer me. What nonsense when you can clearly see who is the more powerful between us. Such energy yes, but such emotion as well! Your thoughts are practically laid on the table for me to use, Potter! Surely, you knew that, didn't you? Or is the death of your parents, your godfather, and your favorite Headmaster not enough? Who are you going to use as a shield now, Potter? One of these students, perhaps?", Voldemort sneered.

"No one. Only one will die here today. And that will be you Tom Riddle!", Harry said bravely.

"You dare call me by that filthy, revolting name?!"

"Yes I dare. You don't know, Lestrange? This master of yours is no pureblood at all! Or does he pretend to be one? He's just what you would call a filthy half-blood like me! His father was a muggle, you see—Tom Riddle, senior.", Harry smirked at Voldemort and Bellatrix.

"Silence, Potter! You think you can just call the Dark Lord by that name? Think again, Potter! Think again, before I curse you and send you for a sweet loving family reunion with your parents and my adorable cousin!", Bellatrix shouted at him.

"Bella! Stop it! You won't be killing the boy tonight, Bella! He is mine! I will be the one to finish him! And I will show everyone who dares to follow him, what awaits them if they do not bow to Lord Voldemort!", Voldemort told her loudly for the entire Hall to hear.

"Hah! Like that would happen, Riddle! I will be killing you both tonight! You and your disgusting little whore of a follower. And I will make sure that Lestrange suffers just as much as she made her suffer.", Harry said with pure anger.

"Who are—?", Bellatrix started, but Voldemort held up a hand.

"Your anger betrays you Potter! Surely you must have learned that from your Occlumency lessons—what? You think I never knew?! The Dark Lord always knows, Potter, always. When will you ever comprehend that, you stupid boy? I can see right through you! Bella, this boy is angered by what we have done with a certain girl he secretly adores.", Voldemort sneered.

And Bellatrix immediately understood. Harry was fuming mad at her because of what she did to the Isobelle de Lune. She smirked and proceeded to taunt the boy.

"Oh, how touching! The chosen one, the little baby boy Potter all grown up and in love! How disgusting!", Bellatrix said in her mock baby voice.

"Let's not keep the lovebirds apart, shall we?", Voldemort said and with the wave of his hand, Izzy appeared next to him, unable to move as if she were tied with invisible ropes. Her whole body was bruised but she was awake.

"IZZY!", Harry and Draco shouted at the same time and both boys started running to where she was. But then Voldemort held his hand up and they were both thrown backwards, away from the girl.

"Would you look at that?! I never knew that we have a love triangle here as well", Bellatrix said amusedly.

"What do you say, Potter? You surrender now along with everyone else in this room, or this de Lune girl will die! Take your pick Potter, you don't have much time.", he said.

Harry looked around him. He turned to Draco, but the boy had a worried and confused look on his face. Then he looked at Izzy. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking her head vigorously obviously trying to tell him not to surrender even if it cost her life. But Harry couldn't choose. He couldn't possibly choose between all these. He looked into Izzy's eyes and by impulse, without even choosing, hoping that he could get away with choosing Izzy's life and not surrendering at the same time, he ran to her.

But Voldemort was faster. Pointing his wand at the girl, he muttered, "Avada Kedavra", and Izzy de Lune breathed no more.

In a scream that was the most terrifying thing most people in the Hall have ever heard, Harry uttered her name with all his might, as if that was the only thing that could bring her back to life.

"IZZY!!", he shouted, his voice echoing throughout all the halls and corridors of Hogwarts, an eerie sound of pain and suffering, that was sure to be followed by fury.

True enough with darkened eyes, Harry turned around and faced the killer of the dearest people in his life—Voldemort, while clutching the Gryffindor sword in his hand.

"I warned you Riddle! There will be no mercy for you now! It's all down to this, to you and me. Don't think you can run away now, Riddle. There's only one of you left. I've destroyed all of your horcruxes.", Harry said as he waved his hand, making all of the destroyed horcruxes appear at Voldemort's feet—Riddle's diar, the Slytherin ring and locket, the Hufflepuff cup, the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw, and Voldemort's pet snake Nagini.

At this sight, Voldemort's eyes widened and for a split second his face was filled with fear.

"What? You didn't know? I thought the Dark Lord always knows?!", Harry mocked him.

"Silence. So what if you have destroyed all of them? I am still here, am I not? It's all down to skill Potter, and we both know who has the advantage. Just wait and see.", he said coolly.

"Really?! Well I don't have time to wait!", Harry said angrily as he held up his sword to strike, but Bellatrix blocked his way.

With one lazy muttering of an ancient blood spell, Draco Malfoy cursed his own Aunt with a curse similar to what he had previously suffered from, easily condemning her to death without actually using the killing curse. Bellatrix fell back and started vomiting blood, making the way clear for the boy-who-lived.

Once again, he held his sword up, avoiding killing curses sent by Voldemort towards his direction with the use of his Quidditch reflexes. Once he was near enough, with a powerful slashing movement, pouring in his magical energy, he killed Voldemort.

Shouting "This is for you killing Izzy! MY IZZY!!", while the sword pierced what remained of the bastard's heart.

Silence.

And then the whole Hall cheered. They cheered for finally, finally the Dark Lord making the Wizarding World miserable was gone. But the cheering went as soon as it came. For when the teachers, schoolmates and friends of the boy-who-lived approached him, they were greeted by a saddening sight.

Harry Potter was still standing over the dead body of his enemy, kicking it to let his fury out, as tears rolled down his cheeks. He collapsed on the floor with exhaustion, with the lack of sleep and food this war has caused him. He crawled to where Izzy was lying dead, took her into a tight embrace as he whispered an apology in her ear.

Then he collapsed. And Harry Potter would never be the same again.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"How is he?", Hermione asked.

Draco sighed and shook his head. "Still the same. We haven't seen any changes since the first time he woke up. It's been weeks, Hermione, weeks. And he's still like that", he said frustratedly.

Hermione looked at her bestfriend who was currently seated by the window at the far end of his room at St. Mungo's, looking blankly at the simulated view his window was showing him.

"Why don't you take a seat first, I'll ask the house elves to fetch you some tea", Draco said.

Hermione pursed her lips with the mention of house elves but thought it better to shut her mouth. Now is not the time for her to be arguing with Draco about the rights of house elves. Harry's condition is more important for now, and Hermione hoped that the news she was about to say would make her friend's condition better. And so when Draco came back into the room with tea, she started the conversation at once, without waiting for him to settle down on the couch.

"Have you read today's news?", she asked him.

"No. I've told you. We've stopped having the Daily Prophet delivered here. The news nowadays is doing Harry no good, no good at all. Every single thing in that wretched newspaper is about him and her! And you know how he gets affected by that!", Draco said.

"But it's important that you read today's paper, Draco", Hermione argued.

"No. no. And that's final. It's wrecking him, can't you see? I've thrown every single paper I could find within this building in the rubbish bins.", Draco said hotly.

Hermione took a glance at the nearest rubbish bin and sure enough, she saw a bundle of papers in it, with the headline: The Hero Needs Saving.

"Draco, listen to me okay? They've investigated. And there's a great update on Izzy's murder", Hermione said.

Behind her, Harry suddenly stood up, looked around him with startled eyes and started muttering Izzy's name. One of the mediwitches hired by Draco came to assist him at once, giving him a potion that helped him calm down.

"Do you know that it takes him about an hour to be at the calm state that he was a while ago? And you just had to mention her name and waste all our efforts, hadn't you?", he told his friend disappointedly.

"But this is really importanat Draco! It's not her! It was fake! It was a copy! Polyjuice! Don't you get it?", Hermione blurted out suddenly, as she was tired of the calm and cautious approach.

"What?!", he replied unbelievingly.

"You heard me", Hermione smiled at him.

"B—but w—who?"

"Oh, that. Well, it was a muggleborn first year. She's a Hufflepuff.", Hermione sighed.

"Well, too bad for her. But I can't help but feel relieved. You know, with this news, he might recover quicker than the healers are expecting. It might take him a week now, and not a month. That's what they're saying—that it will take him about a month to recover, you know", he said.

"Why don't we tell him now?", Hermione suggested.

"Yeah. I think that's a great idea. It will definitely cheer his day up", Draco smiled as he and Hermione approached Harry's bed. But he was fast asleep now.

"Oh, he fell asleep from the potion they gave him", Hermione pointed out.

"We could tell him later.", he replied.

And the two of them watched their friend sleep, and occasionally tossing and turning, as he dreamt of Izzy, muttered apologies, and whispered her name.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

A/N: You didn't really think I'd kill Izzy off, did you?