"I-I've been here before," Harry said, stepping away from Cecilia to explore the graveyards. "In…In a dream, or something, I can't remember."

"Oh, so you recognize this place?" Cecilia said slyly. "Hmm..."

"W-where are we?" Harry frowned. "D'you reckon we're some place near Hogwarts?"

"We're at the graveyard of Tom Riddle."

And then Harry's scar burned like a fire, and he fell to the ground groaning, his hand over his throbbing scar. He closed his eyes, the world around him spinning. The pain was fierce and tense and he could no longer worry about anything – all he could think about was how badly his scar was hurting.

"Cecilia?" An unfamiliar cold voice said. "Cecilia Barnes? It's me – Ted Bloomington."

"Ted!" Cecilia said happily. "Oh – I've brought him Potter – see?"

And then there were a few muffled footsteps before Ted gasped and said, "My word – you have! Oh – your parents and he himself are going to be so very happy with you."

"Yes – indeed."

"What is he doing?" Ted said suspecting something. "Is he – stop that, boy! It's not funny, whatever it is your doing – stop that nonsense right this very minute – or I swear, I'll_"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry let out a piercing scream, his scar burning terribly. It was prickling with such pain that he could not contain.

There was suspense in the air.

"The dark lord is on his way!" Ted laughed coldly. "He'll be here any minute, along with your parents. Once he see's you've actually done the deed – Why, he'll declare you a death eater for sure!"

Harry slowly opened his eyes to see a pale old bald man and Cecilia interacting. "You won't get away with this!" Harry screeched his sweaty hand over his prickling scar. "Dumbledoor – he'll realize I'm gone!"

Ted let out a cackle. "Boy – What the devil is that old kook going to do about it? You'll be dead already once he finds out – he won't stop us before you are dead. But of course, the dark lord is going to kill you himself."

I then looked at Cecilia, whom looked nervous. She caught my gaze. It seemed as if her eyes were pleading for forgiveness. "Why?" Harry asked her. "I thought…I thought we were friends."

She gained more sadness at that comment. "I…I could never be friends with someone…Someone who is friends with a…m-mudblood and blood traitor."
Harry sensed immediately that she was sorry and didn't want to do this – but she's talking that way in front of Ted because if she's nice to him, well, Ted wouldn't like that would he? She wants him to think that she doesn't like him.

Harry frowned at her. "Just tell me…Why did you do this?"

"The kiss was magical, Harry," Cecilia said softly. "It was unlike anything I've ever felt before – I'm glad I got it."

Harry's scar was still paining him – it was hard to think. "You...You tricked me."

Ted started walking up the hill, not paying attention to them at all.

She shook her head sadly and whispered, "Harry…It wasn't my fault – I had too – he was going to kill me and my family! And – I couldn't do that to Liam!"

"Liam?" Harry asked quietly so Ted wouldn't hear. "Who's he?"

"Liam," Cecilia said, "Is my little brother."

"Oh." Harry frowned. "Did you...You really don't want to be friends with me because I hang out with Hermione and Ginny?"

Cecilia shook her head, still whispering. "No – I don't care of that, they seem like very nice people, Harry. I was only so mean to Ginny because I needed a way to get you to kiss me. When you kissed me, Ted had put a spell on my lips to teleport us here when they are kissed by you. I didn't want too, honestly – and you were wondering where I was going and why…I was looking around – for you. When you were there, I didn't really realize…"
"That it was me?" Harry asked slowly.

She nodded, looking ashamed. "I'm so sorry, Harry – truly I am. And I promise that as soon as I get back to Hogwarts I will change your Ginny back to normal."

"Thanks to you, I'll never even get to say goodbye to my love ones," Harry said, turning his back on her.

"Harry…" She pled.

"No," He shook his head. "Just go – save yourself while you can – he's coming, I can feel it in my scar. Go – go now!"

"Why should – Harry, I have to stay here. I have to wait for the Dark Lord to present me as a death eater and give me thanks," Cecilia said quietly. "I'm…sorry."

He turned to face her again. "I thought you weren't one of them, Cecilia – I thought maybe you were better than this…Turns out I was wrong." And he turned away from her again.

"I don't want to be one of them!" She gasped as if she were offended. "I truly don't – but I don't, honestly, have a choice! It's either I accept his offer, or he'll most likely kill me for rejection."

"You should've just stayed at Hogwarts – if you had, Dumbledoor could protect you," Harry said critically. "But it's too late now."
"Harry…" She pled again. "Please."

"No!" Harry shouted angrily, no longer whispering. "He killed my parents – do you not understand? He's taken everything from me – to get to my death point! Well, lucky him – here I am. He's got his chance, and he'll take it. He took everything from me and now – he's taking the one thing I have left other than my friends – my life."

"Harry, I'll do_" She began to beg, her eyes starting to water.

And then the air went cold and they both looked up to the sky to see the Dark Mark. And then Harry's scar burned awfully again like it had in the beginning. It was burning – burning like a crackling fire – and all he could think of was how bad it hurt. He started to count down, hoping it'd chill out, but it wouldn't.

"Harry!" Cecilia gasped. "Are you alright?"

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Harry screamed at her. "YOU CAN STILL MAKE IT TO HOGWARTS – TO SAFETY – IN TIME! BUT NOT IF YOU DON'T GONOW!"

She shook her head, a tear falling to the damp earth from her eye. "I…Harry, I'm not going to leave you here – I can't."

"Then take me with you!" Harry exclaimed, his scar painfully burning. "Take me with you, Cecilia!"
She shook her head again. "I…"

And then Wormtail came in few, his features rat-like. "Ah – m-m-Mr. P-P-Potter," He said squeakily, walking closer. "Ce-Ce-Cecilia, you've brought him."
Cecilia straightened up and wiped the tears on her sleeve. "Hello Wormtail, you're looking dashing today – yes, yes I have."

"Master…He's going to be so p-p-proud," Wormtail said.

And then Death-Eaters apparated into view. There was Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Greyback and Narcissa Malfoy. The others Harry didn't recognize.

Bellatrix cackled, walking quickly over. "The puss comes through, eh?" She referred to Cecilia. "You're just a stupid little girl – why would the dark lord ever want something as scrawny as you? You look like all you've eaten in months were toothpicks."

One of the death-eaters, a pretty black haired beauty, frowned at Bellatrix. "How dare you talk to my daughter like that!" The girl, appearing as Cecilia's mother, gasped, darting over quickly. "Bellatrix – you might be one of the Dark Lord's favorites, but that doesn't mean I won't curse you!"

Bellatrix cackled. "Go ahead then Suzette – hex me. I'd like to see you proclaim the guts to do such a thing."

Suzette fingered her wand from her pocket and put it to Bellatrix's cheek. "Try me, Lestrange."

Bellatrix, however, didn't cower at all. She stood up straight, looking Suzette Barnes straight in the eye, giving a slight cackle. "I'm waitin_"

"Suzette…Do you dare threaten one of my best death-eaters?"

And there Voldemort was – gliding towards them. Harry dropped flat against the ground, his scar burning in absolute pain. Suzette immediately put her wand away. "I'm so sorry, my lord – but look who my daughter has brought us!" Suzette exclaimed, pointing to Harry.

And then Voldemort gave an exasperated laugh that was as snake-like as he looked. "Cecilia Barnes, is it?"

Cecilia gave a mortified nod, trying to hide the terror she felt. She started to shake under his stare. "Y-yes, m'lord."

"You've brought me Harry Potter – and for that you shall be rewarded," Voldemort began to pace around Harry. "You've earned yourself a thousand galleons and you are now…Death-Eater."

And in a quick, unexpected movement, Voldemort drew back Cecilia's sleeve and took his wand from his pocket and pressed it to a terrified Cecilia's arm. And then he muttered something and a mark slowly was drawn on Cecilia's arm. And then Cecilia smiled and looked at him, still terrified, but hardly showing it. "T-thanks, m'lord."

He walked closer to Harry, kneeling above him. "I'm going to kill you, Harry."

And then Harry let out a bloodcurdling scream with the pain. "YOU KILLED MY PARENTS – I DO NOT FEAR YOU! I WILL AVENGE THEM!"

And Harry drew his wand. "Exp_"
But Voldemort was too quick and prepared. "Expelliamus!"

And Harry's wand flew from his grasp. Voldemort gave a short cackle. "Did you really think you could disarm me, Harry? Did you honestly think I'd not know that you would try to protect yourself? Well, Mr. Potter – I am absolutely amused. Everyone – step back…He's mine."

They took shallow steps back, and Voldemort aimed his wand at Harry, smiling. "Would you like to beg, Potter? It's more joyful when they beg."

"I'm not…going…to give you the joy," Harry sneered with hate. "Kill me already."

Voldemort laughed darkly. "You're unlike many people, Harry – everyone else begs until they cry. You're not even fretting – but I know why…You already know you're going to die, don't you? You're just preparing yourself for it – if you're going to die, there's no point in fighting it."

"At least I'll get to see my parents again," Harry said fearlessly. "I'll get to tell them how ugly you've gotten since they've last seen you."

And Voldemort's smile faded into anger. "Avada Kedavra!"