"THIS ENDS NOW! PREPARE YOURSELF POTTER!!"

An angry, possessed voice screeched. All sounds of battle momentarily halted to see these final confrontations between Tom Marvolo Riddle, the crazed madman himself Voldemort and the Boy, nay Man Who Lived,

Harry Potter. "Ah Draco Malfoy, how could you leave my side? You, who would be my consort, My Heir? The man to bear me of my children? To bring about my reign, my dynasty and my everlasting rule of this pitiful

world?" One Draco Malfoy looked sick hearing these words spewed forth from the shapeless lips of Voldemort. "Well if that's what I had to look forward to then I'm glad of my departure." 'That might have been the

wrong thing to say' Draco muses to himself as a scream of rage fills the air and the curses started flying again.

Harry and Draco sent curses at the Death Eaters trying to protect each other, for you see, it was a little known fact that Harry and Draco had been dating each other for the last two years. It was now their seventh

year at Hogwarts and Voldemort had decided to crash graduation, which had been almost 12 hours ago.

"Transporto illa men ut a vicis quod locus they can nunquam reverto ex." Where the last words Harry and Draco heard before they were washed in vivid blue and purple light that filled the battlefield and blinded all

momentarily. When the light faded the armies could see that Voldemort was victorius in addition to Harry and Draco being gone.