- Please excuse my Latin, as I have no proper knowledge of the language. I had to resort to translators, and although I spent a long time making sure it somewhat translated okay in either direction, if anyone has a better translation then feel free to comment it with an explanation. Otherwise, ignore and enjoy. - For those confused, this may be a spoiler, but Harry has had some skills transferred from Voldemort through his scar. This being said, since many spells are in Latin I felt that he had to at least subconsciously know the language.

"Slytherin," called out the hat with a maniacal laugh.

"Come join me, Potter." Harry turns and sees Malfoy standing in front of him, wearing the Hogwarts black cloak with the green and silver Slytherin tie. "It will have been the best decision you've ever made."

Harry takes a step back and turns around, but when he does Snape appears. "What are you doing, Potter? You're going to miss the ceremony."

"Ceremony," mutters Harry.

"The Ceremony." Snape's smile was long and twisted, and Harry couldn't help but compare it to that of a snake's.

"Well, what are you waiting for," yells Malfoy. Harry sees the graveyard scene set out in front of him, before he looks down and notices a dagger with a snake design on the handle. "You want to be recognized as a pureblood, don't you? You want to prove to us you're as good as a full wizard?"

"Harry." He hears the whisper and turns his head up to see Hermione tied up to the large gravestone with vines. "Help me."

Harry stands in shock, but Malfoy doesn't waste a second, "What are you waiting for? Do it already."

He looks over at Malfoy and mumbles, "What am I supposed to do?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten." Harry only shrugs. "Okay, just follow what I say." Harry waits. "Walk up to her." Harry does so and Draco continues, "Guide the dagger from over her knees to over her forehead, while saying 'Ego pura. Ego vero." He pauses so Harry can say it and then continues. "I am pure. I am true."

Harry does as he's instructed, so Draco continues, "Now move the dagger horizontally across her arm span while saying 'Ego me manere lex per qui dictate. I abide the laws by he who rules.'" Harry does it. "Now stab her in the heart."

"Wait. What," exclaims Harry as he turns back to Malfoy. "That can't possibly be allowed. I thought this was just some weird hazing thing to prove myself to the rest of the house."

Malfoy smirks, "Come on. You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?"

Harry hears Hermione attempt to scream, but when he looks back she no longer has a mouth. "I can't do this." He drops the silver dagger and backs away from it all; however, it's then his back bumps into Snape.

He turns around just in time to hear the teacher say, "Oh. No. The Lord will certainly not be happy with you."

"I don't care what God thinks," yells Harry. "If you remember, then you'd know he orders witches to be murdered by stones."

Snape laughs, "I wasn't speaking of him." He steps away to reveal a shadowy figure, the figure so thin the wand's hand looks to be only of bone. "I was talking about him."

"Voldemort," Harry mutters as he backs away. He searches for his wand, but he's unable to find it. It also occurs to him that even if he had a wand he wouldn't know any spells.

"Avada Kedavra," screams the ragged figure, and all that's left is a green light.