Harry sat in his bed of his new room. James had thought it would be nice for his room to be right down the hall from Evan's. Something about sibling bonding, as if they needed that with the twin bond in effect. His room placement was just another reminder of how different Potter Manor was to Malfoy Manor. He had been at Malfoy Manor every break since his fourth year, and even before that he spent half the summer there and every Christmas. Malfoy Manor was his home, and compared to Malfoy Manor, Potter Manor was a dump. It was about half the size and had none of the rich history that Malfoy Manor was made of. He missed Malfoy Manor.

He missed Malfoy.

Harry couldn't help but think of everything that had happened. He still hadn't processed it all; it had all been so sudden. A few weeks ago he was so happy. He had a great boyfriend that he could trust with anything, friends who would stand by him in most situations, good grades, and a promising career as the Dark Lord's Heir. Now it was all gone and all he could think of was what Evan had said. "Malfoy was really trying to do the right thing you know. He was saving lives, a lot of them. That has to count for something." Did that count for something? Surely saving innocent lives was important, more so than some silly schoolyard relationship.

'Who are you kidding, if you gave a damn about the innocent lives you would not have been the Dark Lord's Heir.' He thought to himself. But that wasn't really true either. Sure he could be pretty cold hearted, but he hadn't killed anyone for a reason, he wasn't ready for battle and killing in cold blood just wasn't his taste. In fact he would never have even considered being the Dark Lord's Heir if Draco hadn't said it would be for the best for them in the long run. They could be the most powerful couple in the world. Rule together. It had seemed nice when Draco was saying it, now it just seemed empty.

Did saving the innocent lives count for something?

'No,' Harry decided. 'They don't because it is not the fact that Draco turned his back on Voldemort and went to Dumbledore that upsets me. It's that he kept it from me.'

He thought back to less than a week ago, when his whole world did a back flip into a puddle of goo, leaving him disoriented and feeling all slimy.

Harry walked into the Dark Lord's thrown room. He had been called from studying for his last exam a few minutes ago and he was anxious to get back to his studying.

The first thing he noticed when he walked in was that while this wasn't a full meeting, he wasn't the only one called. This was not all that peculiar, in fact it was almost normal around here, the Dark Lord was a busy man and could not simply give everyone private one on one time for their instructions, not even his heir.

The next thing he noticed was a lump twitching on the ground. He knew it would be a torture victim, whether from the ranks, the enemy, or an innocent bystander was yet to be seen. Though by the black robe he guessed they were from the ranks.

He had no time to notice anything else as that was when he reached the Dark Lord and kneeled.

"You summoned me, Master." Harry said in his most respectful tones.

"Yesss, Young Harry, I did indeed." The Dark Lord sounded practically giddy with excitement.

'That can't be good,' thought Harry.

"I wasss able to dissscover the identity of the ssspy in our ranksss. Isssn't that sssplendid newsss?" The Dark Lord asked.

"It is indeed good news, My Lord. May I ask who it is?" Harry responded. This was good news, the fact that there had been a spy was very bad for him. He could not risk anyone knowing he was the Dark Lord's Heir. Not until he had a better idea on how this war would end.

"Well you sssee, that isss the interesssting thing about all of thisss." The Dark Lord said, Harry could have sworn he was giggleing. "You may rissse my loyal heir."

"Thank you, My Lord." Harry said standing up straight looking back at the mass at the Dark Lord's feet. He now knew they were from the ranks, because they had to be the spy.

"Do you recognizsse him, my heir?" The Dark Lord asked watching Harry closely with a twisted little smile on his lips.

"No, Should I, My Lord?" Harry asked looking closer, but the body was completely covered by the cloak, twitching still.

"No? Perhaps I should uncover him a little bit." And with that the Dark Lord pulled back the cloak.

With that action, Harry's whole being froze. The Dark Lord had to be mistaken. This couldn't be true. 'He couldn't do that to me!'

"Awe, I sssee you recognizsse him now." The Dark Lord had seen the look on Harry's face, not that it was hard, Harry was completely unable to mask his emotions at the moment.

"All that isss left now isss to handle the sssituation. I want you to do it." The Dark Lord said, his smile was growing and Harry finally understood it.

'He wants you to kill the spy,' Harry thought to himself. It was like a test, could Harry kill the most important person to him for the Voldemort? Was he completely loyal to the Dark Lord? Enough to kill Draco? No, he wasn't.

He suddenly stood straighter. He knew what he had to do, it would probably get him killed, but that didn't matter.

The Dark Lord evidently thought Harry had decided he could kill Draco so he sent a quick 'enervate' to wake him up.

'Bastard,' Harry thought when he realized that the Dark Lord wanted Draco to see his love kill him.

As Draco woke up, Harry analyzed the other Death Eaters in the room. Only two were a cause for concern and they were standing farther back, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. Really Harry didn't think they would be much of an issue anyway, one was Draco's father, and the other was his godfather. They didn't want him dead, no, they loved him and looked like they were ready to fight for him.

The Dark Lord was starting to look impatient so Harry turned back to Draco.

"Hello Draco." Harry said pleasantly. The Dark Lord's smile got wider and the two men in the back stiffened.

"Harry?" Draco asked looking around.

Harry kneeled down in front of him. "I'm right here Dragon. I love you."

And with that Harry stood up and pointed his wand at Draco's chest. The Dark Lord's smile looked like it was about to break his face, it was the creepiest thing Harry had ever seen.

"Avada Kedevra" At the last moment Harry turned his wand from Draco and pointed it at the Dark Lord, who of course dodged it.

"You fool, you really think you can jussst kill me that easssily? You will regret thisss betrayal. All for your whore of a traitor? He betrayed you too." The Dark Lord snarled at him as he started flinging curses at Harry, who blocked and dodged them sending spells back. There was an advantage to being the Dark Lord's Heir, he was trained by the man himself, he knew how to duel, and he knew how to do it superbly.

Lucius and Severus had immediately jumped to disarm the other death eaters in the room, and Severus pulled out a coin that Harry had seen often. It was a sign of the Order of Phoenix. It's how they called each other. 'So Snape was a traitor too? How convenient.'

Harry had to quickly turn back to his duel. Order members got there at the same time as more Death Eaters did making Harry wonder how they got through the wards. The duel with the Dark Lord did not last all that long however, it quickly ended when the Dark Lord had decided he had had enough and tried to simply kill Draco. Harry took that as his window to send another killing curse at the man. Thankfully Lucius had been able to summon a statue to block the Dark Lord's curs.

And with that, the war was over. The Dark Lord was dead, and Harry a savior and a villain all in one. He kneeled before Draco to see if he was alright, when he realized Draco was alive and breathing, he succumbed to darkness, not even hearing what Draco was saying to him.

He had woken up the next day in the Ministry's holding cell, not even really knowing what happened until his lawyer came to him.