A/N: Final instalment of the Potter Twins series! :'( As always, I own nothing but Hannah Potter and any characters that were never mentioned in Harry Potter. I am not J.K. Rowling, and I never really will be. So, without further ado, the beginning of the end of Harry and Hannah Potter's journey:

Chapter 1

Voldemort's Rising

Draco Malfoy was sitting in Malfoy Manor in between his mother and father, who was just sprung from Azkaban. His eyes were locked on the woman hovering high above him.

The woman was unconscious and hanging upside down, her mousy brown hair falling into her face.

Draco looked away and looked around what used to be the Malfoy Manor dining room table, where now Death Eaters by the dozen were seated.

His Aunt Bellatrix was seated closest to the highest seat, where Draco's father normally sat. The man who was currently seated at that spot was pale and bald, with two slits for nostrils and red eyes with vertical pupils like a cat's.

"Where are they?" Lord Voldemort demanded, drumming his fingers on the oak table.

Draco wasn't listening much, his hand was in his pocket, fiddling with the pocket mirror in it, squeezing the cold silver and emerald backing tightly as he looked straight ahead into the window and the landscape beyond.

"Draco," his mother, Narcissa said next to him in a whisper "put both your hands on the table."

Draco nodded and slowly released his hold on the mirror, putting his other hand on the table, finding another thing to fidget with, his silver snake cuff links on his otherwise midnight black suit…reminding him of the hair colour of a certain young woman.

He couldn't resist, though, stealing a glance upwards at the woman directly above him.

Suddenly, the dining room door opened and two men appeared, one was Draco's godfather, Severus Snape, and the other was a Death Eater Draco barely knew.

Draco looked up from his cuff link fidgeting and looked back up at the woman, who he was pretty sure was kidnapped and brought to the Manor against her will.

"Yaxley. Snape." Voldemort said, his voice high and cold, striking a sickening fear in Draco's stomach "you are very nearly late."

The two men, when Draco looked up, had their heads bowed, one with greasy black hair, one with dark brown hair that Draco only saw in one Rosalie Yaxley, who normally went as Rose.

"Severus, here." Voldemort ordered, gesturing to the spot beside him and across from Bellatrix "Yaxley, besides Dolohov."

Both men went to their seats with a murmured "Yes, my Lord."

All eyes, however were on Draco's Godfather as he took his seat next to the Dark Lord, who spoke to Snape first before anyone else.

"So?"

When Snape spoke, it felt as if Draco's heart was stabbed, and Snape twisted the knife "My Lord, the Order of the Phoenix intends to move Harry and Hannah Potter from their place of safety next Saturday, at nightfall." Snape announced.

Draco fought a growl. How dare his Godfather sell out his girlfriend!

"Saturday…at nightfall." Voldemort repeated, looking Snape in the eye so fiercely that Draco looked away, terrified that he'd be the next seared by the gaze that he was certain would discover his mentalities. Voldemort's lips curled into a barely satisfactory smile.

"Good. Very good. And this information comes -"

"From the source we discussed." Snape confirmed.

"My Lord." Yaxley's voice said.

Everyone at the table, including Draco looked over to Rose's father.

"My Lord, I have heard different." Yaxley said, waiting for Voldemort to speak before going on "Dawlish, the Auror let slip that the Potters were not going to be moved until the thirtieth, the night before the boy turns seventeen."

Snape was smirking with the air of someone who knew exactly what they were talking about.

"My source told me that there are plans to lay a false trail; this must be it. No doubt a Confundus Charm has been placed on Dawlish. It wouldn't be the first time, he's known to be impressionable."

"I assure you, my Lord, that Dawlish seemed quite certain." Yaxley said dryly, with a glare at Snape.

"If he's Confunded, of course he's certain." Snape said with a contemptuous smirk in Yaxley's direction. "And I will assure you, Yaxley, the Auror Office will play no further part in the protection of either Harry or Hannah Potter. The Order believes we have infiltrated the Ministry."

Draco looked back down at his cuffs, looking more paler than before. He knew better than to say that the Death Eaters (for which he was a reluctant member.) had infiltrated the Ministry. If the Auror Office was playing no further part in protecting Hannah Potter, than she would certainly be doomed to be a wanted woman.

No, Draco. he thought. Hannah's a smart girl. She's got a good and powerful head on her shoulders and she knows how to kick some serious ass.

"The Order's got one thing right, then, eh?" wheezed one Amycus Carrow, a squat little man who sat a short ways from Yaxley. Carrow burst into a fit of wheezy giggles, which went ringing around the room without the faintest hint of anyone joining him.

Voldemort did not laugh, his gaze shifted up to the revolving woman above Draco, appearing to be deep in thought.

"My Lord," Yaxley continued, ignoring this factoid "Dawlish said that an entire party of Aurors will be used to transport the boy and the -"

Voldemort held up a pale hand and Yaxley shut up. "Where are they going to hide the twins next?" he asked Snape.

"At a home of one of the Order. The place has been given the most secure security Charms that the Order and the Ministry together can provide. I think that there is little chance of us being able to catch either of them once they are there, my Lord." Snape explained. "Unless, of course, the Ministry falls before next Saturday. In such a case, we may be able to discover and undo enough charms to be able to break through the rest."

"Well, Yaxley?" Voldemort called to Yaxley "Will the Ministry have fallen by next Saturday?"

All eyes turned to Yaxley, who squared his shoulders. "My Lord, I have good news on that score. After some difficulty and some great effort, I have succeeded in placing an Imperious Curse on Pius Thicknesse."

Death Eaters around him seemed happy at this news. The Death Eaters around him murmured their approval and Dolohov, Yaxley's neighbour, clapped him on the back.

"It is a start." Voldemort said, silencing everyone "But Thicknesse is only one man. Scrimgeour must be surrounded by our people before I act. One failed act on the Minister's life will set me back a long way."

"Yes, my Lord, but Thicknesse, being the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has not only regular contact with the Minister himself, but with all the other Department heads. It will, I believe be easy now that we have him under our control. He will be able to subdue the others, and then they'll work together to bring Scrimgeour down."

"Only if our friend Thicknesse is undetected before he converts the others." Voldemort pointed out. "Either way, it seems highly unlikely that the Ministry will be mine before next Saturday. If the boy is untouchable at his destination, it must be done while he travels."

"That's our advantage, my Lord." Yaxley announced proudly. "We now have people working in the Department of Magical Transportation! If either Potter Apparates or uses the Floo Network, we'll know immediately."

Draco looked up, shocked at the words. If Hannah wasn't able to escape her place of dwelling by Apparation or by the Floo Network, she'd be a sitting duck!

"They'll do neither." Snape said. "The Order is boycotting any and all transport monitored by the Ministry. They mistrust anything to do with the place."

"All the better." Voldemort said, a plan brewing in his red eyes "They will have to move in the open, easier to take."

Voldemort looked up to the revolving body and continued. "I shall attend to the boy, and then the girl in person. There have been too many mistakes where the Potter twins are concerned. Most have been my own. Those Potters live due to mostly my blunders than to their triumphs."

"My Lord," Snape interrupted "Hannah Potter is known for her element affinities. She will be able to defend herself with fire."

"Silence, Severus, I am aware of that." Voldemort snapped angrily as Draco looked back up to the body above him, ignoring any and all talk of his girlfriend.

Everyone was tense, they thought that they would be blamed for Harry and Hannah Potter's continued existence. But, Voldemort was addressing more himself than anyone, more of the unconscious woman.

"I have been careless, foiled by luck and chance, and yes, Severus, by a well aimed element attack or two, those wreckers all the best laid plans. But I know better now. I learned what I didn't know before. It shall be I to kill the Potter twins. And I shall be."

Suddenly, as if cued by Voldemort's words, a loud wail reached Draco's ears.

Voldemort turned to a timid little man "Wormtail, how many times have you been told to keep the prisoner quiet?"

Wormtail stood up with a muttered "Yes, my Lord." and rushed out, with the gleam of mysterious silver in his wake.

"As I was saying, I understand what I didn't before. I shall need, for instance, to borrow a wand from one of you before I set out to kill the twins."

No one said anything, they all looked terrified to each other as if Voldemort had requested one of their arms.

Draco gripped his wand in his pocket, not wanting to have it used in the murder of his love and her brother. He couldn't be able to live with the fact he had willingly gave her murderer the weapon to do the deed.

"No volunteers?" Voldemort asked, turning to the side of the table with the Malfoy family seating by it "Lucius, I see no need for you to own a wand any longer."

Lucius Malfoy stood, his face yellowish and waxen, dark bags under his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was harsh.

"M-My Lord?"

"Your wand, Lucius, I require your wand." Voldemort repeated.

"I…" Lucius started, looking to Draco's mother, who grasped his hand under the table, her face hidden in long blonde hair.

Lucius, at Narcissa Malfoy's touch, dug into his pocket and withdrew a wand, handing it to Voldemort, who took it quickly, examining it.

"What is it?" Voldemort asked.

"Elm, my Lord." Lucius answered quietly as Draco fumed with hatred for his father.

How could he! Draco thought angrily to himself. I should have known he'd side with the Dark Lord, he never liked Hannah.

"And the core?" Voldemort asked.

"Dragon…dragon heartstring." Lucius answered, looking down and making a movement as if to accept something.

Voldemort looked indignant "Give you my wand, Lucius? My wand?"

A few Death Eaters sniggered.

"You got your liberty, Lucius, is that not enough for you? Though it has seemed that you and your family have been less than happy of late. What is it about my presence in your home that displeases you, Lucius?"

"Nothing, nothing, my Lord!" Lucius replied hastily.

"Such lies, Lucius." Voldemort hissed.

Suddenly, more hissing was heard, even when Voldemort closed his mouth. The Death Eaters shuddered as a large snake slithered through the room and onto Voldemort's shoulders.

"Why do the Malfoys seem so unhappy with their lot?" Voldemort asked, stroking the snake absent minded. "Is my return, my rise to power, not the very thing they professed to desire for all these years?"

"Of course, my Lord." Lucius said "We did desire it - we do."

To his left, Narcissa gave a stiff nod without looking Voldemort or his snake in the eye. Draco just looked from the body to Voldemort quickly, then turned quickly away, afraid to make eye contact.

"My Lord," Draco's aunt Bellatrix said, rising from her seat "it is an honour to have you here in our family's house. There can be no higher pleasure." she crooned her voice thick with emotion.

"No higher pleasure…" Voldemort said, looking at the dark haired woman "that means a great deal, Bellatrix, coming from you."

Bellatrix's pale face flushed with emotion, her eyes filling with tears of joy.

"My Lord knows I speak nothing but the truth!" she said happily.

"No higher pleasure…" Voldemort repeated again "even compared to the happy event that I had heard took place in your family this week?"

Bellatrix stared at her master, her lips parted completely confused.

"I don't know what you mean, my Lord." she admitted.

"Your niece, Bellatrix. And yours, Lucius and Narcissa. She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin, you must be so proud."

The room erupted into cheers as Draco looked down into his lap, trying to keep from flushing.

She is lucky, you know, your cousin. he thought. Even if she had to elope, she must be happy.

"She is no niece of ours, my Lord." Bellatrix said, disgusted. "We - Narcissa and I - haven't set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood. This brat has nothing to do with either of us, nor any beast she marries."

"What say you, Draco?" Voldemort asked, turning to the blond "Will you babysit the pups? They'll have such fun with their cousin Draco and his bastard children that you'll have with the Potter girl, should she survive, which I doubt."

Draco looked down into his lap, heat flooding his face. He had never even bedded Hannah yet.

Here's hoping I get the chance. Draco admitted to himself.

"Enough!" Voldemort shouted to the laughing Death Eaters, who immediately silenced.

"Many of our oldest family trees become diseased over time." Voldemort stated, looking at a silently imploring Bellatrix "You must prune yours, must you not to keep it healthy? Cut away the parts that threaten the health of the rest."

Bellatrix's eyes swam with tears again.

"Yes, my Lord." she said, her voice thick with gratitude "At first chance!"

"You shall have it." Voldemort said "And in your family, so in the world…we shall cut away the canker that infects us until only those of true blood remain."

Voldemort waved Draco's father's wand, causing the woman above Draco to stir and struggle against her invisible bonds.

"Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

The woman turned around to face Snape, her eyes shining as she pleaded in a terrified voice "Severus, help me!"

"Ah, yes." Snape groaned, unable to look at the woman.

"And you, Draco?" Voldemort asked, turning to Draco, who looked down at his cufflinks and fiddled with them again. Now that the woman was conscious, he didn't feel right watching her.

"But of course, you never took her classes." Voldemort said before addressing the entire congregation. "For those who don't know, we are joined tonight by Charity Burbage, who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

There were a few growls of recognition from the Death Eaters and one blonde young woman said "She's that Muggle and Mudblood lover!"

"Yes, Zimmerman," Voldemort said, nodding to the eighteen year old woman across from Draco. "Professor Burbage taught the children of witches and wizards all about Muggles…how they are not so different from us."

One of the Death Eaters spat on the floor as Charity turned to face Snape again.

"Severus…please…please!"

"Silence!" Voldemort ordered, flicking the wand in his hand and making the woman fall silent as though gagged before continuing with his speech "Not content with corrupting and polluting the minds of wizarding children, last week Professor Burbage wrote an impassioned defence of Mudbloods in the Daily Prophet. Wizards, she says must accept these thieves of their knowledge and magic. The dwindling number of purebloods is, says Professor Burbage, a most desirable circumstance. She'd have us all mate with Muggles…or, no doubt, werewolves."

No one laughed at this. They all knew the anger in their master's voice, and his voice was dripping in it.

Charity Burbage turned to face Snape once more, tears falling from her eyes and into her mousy brown hair. Snape looked her in the eye, looking impassive as she turned back around as Voldemort raised his borrowed wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Charity fell fast onto the table, startling Death Eaters enough that most leapt back in their chairs. Draco fell out of his onto the floor as Voldemort released his snake.

"Dinner, Nagini." Voldemort announced, setting the snake on Charity Burbage's body.

…

Draco's POV

The moment that the Dark Lord set his snake on Professor Burbage and dismissed the meeting, I decided to, as Hannah would put it, get the Skinner out of there.

"I'm going to bed." I muttered to Mother.

"Good night, Draco." Mother said, looking to my father as I walked off towards my room.

I couldn't believe it. I was numb. I knew my father never liked Hannah or any Potter for that matter, but he probably just handed the Dark Lord the weapon he was going to use to kill her.

I slammed my bedroom door and threw myself onto my bed, closing my eyes as I took hold of half of the two way mirror connection and holding it close to my heart, me fighting the urge to yell for her.

I looked in the mirror and whispered "Hannah Potter."

The effect was immediate, I saw the hovel that Hannah and her brother were living in.

Potter was rummaging around for stuff and swore loudly as I heard a tinkling noise like the breaking of a china cup.

Emily Ravenwood, a former Death Eater was lying on Potter's bed, sleeping like a log.

And Hannah, my Spitfire, was sleeping closest to me, her face facing the mirror as her hair covered half of her face.

I sighed, setting the mirror down as I changed into pyjamas with a flick of my wand. It was best to let her sleep, after all.

But on the other hand, I really could have used her strength at the moment.

I closed my eyes and thought with all my might as I fell asleep:

Hannah, I could really use you right now.