Hello my darlings(: I'm baaack. I've been really sick for the past 2 weeks, and I seemed to only be getting worse instead of better, so last week I had my brother post up the chapters to all of my pre-written stories. I couldn't read or even write without getting sick. Thanks for your reviews last week, and to all of you who favorited, and reviewed this story, I'm glad that you guys are enjoying this story so far!

I wasn't able to put up the reasoning in last week's chapter, but if you noticed; Percy died in the war instead of Fred. In all of my other stories, I've never killed off any of the main characters in the war, but I felt like this story needed a tragic death. I love Sirius, Remus, Tonk, Snape and Fred too much to actually kill them off. And I'm sorry, but I never liked Percy. Just because he joined up with his family again right before the war, I never liked him since he first turned against them. I understand that he thought it was right, and I don't want any Percy lovers to become offended with this, but I'm sorry… I saved Fred and killed Percy.

Warning: This chapter may seem dark to some of you. It explains the history of the war, and tells who Wynter is. It mentions torture, but doesn't get too graphic. It'll also explain why Wynter is so weary about Draco!

Trapped In Darkness

They were all seated. Hermione leaned against a shirtless Jacob who helped to keep her warm, while Edward wrapped his jacket around a cold Bella. Harry only had to wrap his arms around Ginny, and Wynter made sure to stay far away from Draco. The wolves were on their own side, with Wynter leaning against an innocent Seth. The vampires sat near them, but on their own side as well. Everyone waited for someone to begin. The wolves all noticed how the ones with wands turned to Wynter. They kept hearing that Harry was their leader, but it was obvious by their actions that Wynter was the true leader.

"There was this orphan," Harry gasped when he realized that Wynter was going to start from the very beginning of the story. "His name was Tom Marvolo Riddle," Draco gasped when he realized that Wynter had no fear in her, and was willingly speaking his full name… even with him dead, it still gave Draco chills. "Professor Dumbledore went to him when he was eleven, and brought him to Hogwarts, like he's done with muggle-borns so many times. Only Tom wasn't just a muggle-born, he was a half-blood raised in a muggle orphanage, never hearing of magic before. Tom was a sick and twisted little boy. He liked to hurt the kids in his orphanage, and held no remorse for his actions. Dumbledore thought he could save him, but instead Tom just mastered the art of deceiving. Playing the innocent-little-orphan-boy role, he had everyone in the palms of his hands, especially this one potions professor, Professor Slughorn. With crystallized pineapples, and a coy smile, he tricked Slughorn into telling him about a Horcrux."

"This Tom Riddle guy?" Esme asked, leaning against her husband, "Was he in Slytherin as well? I remember Hermione saying that all the sly and cunning witches and wizards went into Slytherin."

They all nodded their heads, and Edward raised a curious eyebrow at Draco. For a wizard, he didn't bother to hide his thoughts. "Yes, he was."

"What's a Horcrux?" Jacob asked, impatient, and wanting to fight already. The longer they sat around talking, the longer Hermione was in danger.

"It's when you split your soul in half," when everyone gasped, Hermione continued. "Well Tom found a way to split his soul into seven pieces."

"He did what?"

"Oh that's horrible," Alice flew her hands to her mouth. She knew they would soon learn all about Voldemort, but she didn't imagine just how dark he was exactly. "Why would anyone want to do that?"

"Immortality," Ginny shrugged her shoulders, "Power, fortune, minions."

"Then he heard of a prophecy," Wynter continued on, "That a child born on July 31, 1993, would be the one to kill him. See, one can't live while the other survives."

"My godfather," Draco interrupted now. "Professor Snape, or well… Severus as I call him, was in love with Lily Evans growing up; a muggle-born witch who lived in the same muggle town as him. See, Severus was a half-blood. It was rumored that Lily's son was the boy from the prophecy. But Lily was no longer Lily Evan's, she was now-"

"Lily Potter," there were more gasps when Harry interrupted Draco. "Snape and my mum were best of friends at Hogwarts, but Snape was in Slytherin, and my mum was in Gryffindor, where she met my dad, James Potter. Dad and Snape hated each other, but when Tom heard the prophecy, he told all of the Death Eaters to kill me. Snape pleaded with him to save Mum, but he also ran to Dumbledore and the Order to protect us. He knew that Mum wouldn't forgive him for sparing only her, while her one year old son was murdered along with her pureblooded husband. It was Halloween when Tom attacked. He killed Dad while Mum ran upstairs with me. He told Mum to leave. He wouldn't touch her, because he was rather fond of Snape, but Mum sacrificed herself. When Mum jumped in front of me, and blocked the killing curse from killing me, he cursed himself. I became his seventh Horcrux, and he disappeared. I got this scar," moving his hair off of his forehead to show the lightning bolt, he pointed at it, "As a piece of him. I was the boy-who-lived."

"Dumbledore sent Harry to live with his mum's sister and husband, but they were horrible muggles. Their pig-like son would beat up Harry, and Harry was a slave to them. Cooking, and cleaning, living in a cupboard under the stairs."

"You lived in a cupboard?" Draco turned to Harry. "I didn't know that."

"We aren't exactly friends, Malfoy," Harry reminded him. "Don't forget that as this story progresses, you're one of the Death Eaters."

Scowling at the boy he regretted feeling pity for, Draco muttered, "I'll tell my side as well."

"Anyways," Wynter spoke up. The vampires and wolves all heard the authority in her voice as she spoke. The witches and wizards, including Cedric, were all quick to silence themselves. "When we were eleven, we all went to Hogwarts. It was there that Harry met the Weasleys at Kingscross – the train station that takes us to Hogwarts – and they became best of mates. Both being sorted into Gryffindor, they rather hated Hermione, who was also in Gryffindor."

"What?" Sam was confused now. "But you three are best of friends from what I see, and what I've been hearing all night from your other stories."

"Now," Hermione nodded her head. "I like to be right, and everything has to be precise. Harry and Ron could care less about their schooling. They were mean to me. It wasn't until Halloween that they saved me from the troll in the girls' bathroom that we became best of friends. Harry believed that Snape was trying to kill him, and from the signs, Ron and I believed it as well. We started to-"

"Wait-" Embry spoke up now, "Where was Wynter in all of this?"

"They didn't meet me until fifth year."

"But I thought you said you were in Gryffindor to? Weren't you the same year as them?"

"I was," she nodded her head, "But I stayed away from everyone. I knew who they were. I mean everyone knew the golden trio, but they didn't know me."

"I did," Draco raised his hand. "I knew who you were Morris; the quiet girl in the corner. Not fitting in with the rest of her Gryffindor crowd, but too brave to be thrown into Hufflepuff. It was then when we started to watch you in all the classes-"

"Gryffindor and Slytherin shares classes," Ginny explained when she saw everyone's confusion. "Draco was in Slytherin."

"-getting higher marks than Granger, but still remaining in the back of the class, trying your hardest not to be noticed."

"Is that when you ran to your master and told him to recruit her?" hissed Ron.

"Ron," Wynter hissed back, "We'll get to that part soon enough. For now though, let's fill them in on everything else. They need to know about your guys' adventures, and how you always saved the year. And we need to fill them in on how much of a git Malfoy is."

"Wait 'til you hear about when our professor turned him into a ferret," laughed Hermione.

They continued like that, each taking turns and explaining the first four years of their school to them. The vampires and wolves were sickened when they heard about Voldemort possessing the eleven year old Ginny in her first year, and they laughed when Hermione slapped Draco, and they laughed even harder when he was turned into a ferret. They glared at Draco for almost getting Buckbeak killed, but cheered when Harry and Hermione saved him along with Sirius, and he became Witherwings. It was when they reached the Tri-Wizard Tournament, that everyone realized how serious this all was. Tom Riddle, who they learned was in fact Voldemort, was actually trying his hardest to kill Harry. Harry told them about what happened in the cemetery when Voldemort was brought back to life, and Edward pitied Draco. His thoughts were loud and clear, and it was visible enough on his face that he was going to be sick as he listened to the heroes' side of the story. Cedric replayed his part once again of how he became a vampire, and of how he woke up. Then it reached fifth year, and they noticed the dark blue take control of Wynter's eyes. This was the part when she entered the picture.

"Everyone hated me," Harry explained to them. "They were all claiming that I killed Cedric because I feared if he won the tournament, I would no longer be the golden boy. Even my own house went against me. It was that moment that formed our friendship even stronger. Ron and Hermione were the only two who stood by me through it all."

"Hey!"

"And Ginny," Harry chuckled, pulling his girlfriend in closer towards him, and kissing her on her cheek. "It was Hermione who decided to create an army of our own. The new Defense Against Dark Art's professor, Umbridge," all the Gryffindors scoffed at her name, including Draco, "Didn't teach us anything, saying that there was nothing we needed to defend ourselves against. So our friend Neville found this room on accident, the Room of Requirements, and it expands to our needs. We started teaching the students how to fight back. Voldemort was back, and even if they didn't believe me, they wanted to learn how to defend themselves."

"That was when Malfoy cornered me," Wynter sighed. "Apparently I caught the attention of Voldemort, and Malfoy was almost proud. I was a muggle-born, with not one ounce of magical blood in me, and Voldemort wanted to take me right under his own wing. Malfoy began to brag that I would sit next to him at the table, something about how although I'm in Gryffindor, I would be with the Slytherins. He noticed me, and knew I didn't belong with the rest of my house, and that I fit in perfectly with him. I turned him down."

"Malfoy beat her, and cursed her, and left her for dead because she turned him away," Ron was glowering at Draco again, who didn't bother to defend himself. Only Edward knew the truth of that day. He could read it loudly in the blonde's mind. "Being in Gryffindor, you share a room with the gender of your years. Wynter remembered hearing Hermione telling their roommates about the training every night, and she ran to us for help. It was then, when we finally really met her."

"It was then when we realized why Voldemort wanted her."

"Why did Voldemort want you?" Carlisle asked. He could feel the power from this girl, but he still didn't understand any of it. She stayed hidden for all those years. Why would the world's darkest wizard suddenly want a shy fifteen year old girl?

"My mum's name is Tabitha Gina Riddle," everyone gasped. "Although both my parents were muggles, and I was a muggle-born, Voldemort's father, Tom Riddle was my mum's older brother. Voldemort is my-"

"Uncle," Bella was holding both her hands to her mouth. She stared at the kind girl in shock. This girl was closer in blood to Voldemort than she was to Hermione. "He wanted you because he knew you were related to him through his muggle side. Although a muggle-born, you were as strong as him."

Draco shook his head now. They saw that everyone else was shaking their heads to. "Not as strong as him. Morris is stronger than him. Everyone who was involved knew that whatever side of the war Morris stood on was the side that would win."

"I didn't know that Voldemort was originally a Riddle until Harry told me," Wynter explained. "It wasn't as if the media went around telling everyone the truth of him, so nobody knew he was a half-blood. The way he ran around, killing off anyone whose blood wasn't pure; we wouldn't have believed it anyway. I always knew that I was powerful, but I didn't think much of it. It wasn't until Malfoy beat me, and told me that Voldemort had a secret, that I ran to Harry for help. I told him what happened, and I started to train with them. Once they saw me block a hex that Ginny was flying at me, they knew then that I was important in this war. Harry told me Voldemort's real name a couple of months later, and I realized everything. Voldemort knew I was his niece, and that was why he wanted me on his side. The two of us together would have been unstoppable."

Edward saw the way Hermione flinched when Wynter reached over to grab her wand. He noticed that Harry flinched as well. Ron and Draco were the only two who didn't flinch. Even Ginny and Cedric flinched. "That's why everyone fears she's the next Dark Lord. She shares blood with Voldemort. Even if she helped to save everyone, and even though she fought on the good side in the war, they watch her as if she's the next killer?" there was a venomous tone in Edward's tone when he questioned it.

Emmet heard the tone in his brothers voice, and Jasper felt his rage rising. Trying to calm his brother down with his powers, Jasper shook his head at Emmet. Neither of them knew what was happening to Edward. "They thought the same thing of Harry too," Wynter nodded her head. "The boy who managed to kill Voldemort; for a while they thought he would let it get to his head, and turn evil."

"Yeah but they don't flinch every time Harry grabs his wand," scoffed Ron, glaring at his sister, and his friends.

Sighing, Wynter smiled across at her ginger friend. Ron was the one person who never really feared her. He never really treated her like the next Dark Lord. He hated Draco for how Draco treated her in the past, but that was all. Ron was there for her, protecting her from their friends. "It's alright Ron. We're not talking about that right now. Let's finish telling the story, I'm getting cold. And we still have to finish off fifth year, then go into sixth year when Malfoy tried to kill Dumbledore, then go into the hunt for the Horcruxes, and the final battle."

They talked about how the DA continued to train, and how Draco soon started to pick on Wynter more than he had ever picked on Hermione in the four years before. They talked about the battle at the Ministry, and how Draco's father was one of the Death Eaters that had been arrested. Then sixth year came up, and Wynter turned to Draco. She nodded her head for him to speak his part.

"My father would beat my mother and I," Draco started. "If she would try to protect me, he would paralyze me, forcing me to watch as he would beat and rape her," there were snarls mixed in with growls, and gasps with choked tears that would never be shed. "I realized that I didn't want to be like him. If this was what being a Death Eater does to you, then I didn't want to be one of them. The Dark Lord was a good mind reader, and I never really learned how to block anyone out," Edward nodded his head as everyone looked at him. That was why he could read Draco like an open book; it made sense to him now. "He saw my hesitation, and held the wand to my mother's head. He was torturing her for hours, before I finally gave in. I accepted the dark mark," lifting his sleeve, he showed them the snake tattoo, "I became a Death Eater."

"I suspected that Malfoy was a Death Eater, and Wynter was the only one who believed me. Ron and Hermione both thought I had just become obsessed with blaming Malfoy for everything. Slughorn came back to Hogwarts that year, and it was then when Dumbledore started to teach me more about the life of Tom Riddle. Dumbledore was taking me on trips in his memory, and I was on a mission to learn what it was that Slughorn told Tom about while he was at Hogwarts. Dumbledore suspected it was about the Horcruxes, but he needed to be sure before he told me about it."

"Wynter became just as obsessed with Malfoy as Harry was," Hermione told them, cuddling in closer against Jacob. "She noticed that he was becoming paler than he usually was. He was failing all his classes, plus he and Snape were constantly always arguing. Of course, Harry didn't believe that Snape was really on our side even if he was in the Order, but Wynter suspected something else. She always heard Snape telling Malfoy to just leave it, and join him."

"Severus was telling me-" Draco cut off. He saw Wynter shivering. Even leaning too closely against a wolf, she was cold. Sighing, he shrugged out of his suit's jacket. "Morris, put this on."

"I'd rather die from the cold," she hissed.

"You're going to if you don't put this jacket on right now," he hissed back, throwing his jacket at her. "In case you forgot, we need you alive to win this upcoming war. So stop being such a bint, and put it on. Now!"

There was demand in his voice; a control that she had never heard him take before. Muttering something about cooked ferret beneath her breath, she put his jacket on. After a long pause, she stared at him, "Well… go on now. Continue. We haven't got all night. It's already two in the morning."

"Right," quickly shaking his head, he looked away from Wynter. There were too many images of her wearing just his clothes for the rest of their lives running through his mind. "Sorry. So as I was saying, Severus was telling me to leave the Death Eaters. He made an unbreakable vow to my mother to help me in case I couldn't complete my task from the Dark Lord, and he knew I was too weak. He knew I would never be able to do it. He told me that he was in the Order, and he was trying to convince me to join them. He promised they would be able to protect me."

"But then he attacked me," Harry nodded his head. "Snape came to us, telling us that he was trying to bring Malfoy to us. I went to the bathroom to confront him on it. The ferret thought I was there to kill him, and he attacked me."

"Which then resulted in Harry nearly killing him."

"Luckily for me, the unforgivable he used was one that Severus made up on his own. Severus knew the counter curse of course, and saved me."

"Yeah," Ron scoffed under his breath. "How lucky."

Smirking at Ron, Draco ran both his hands through his hair. Only Seth could feel the reaction that, that simple movement caused in Wynter's body. "Weasley's just pissed that I still managed to win that Quidditch match two days after."

"Don't," Wynter shook her head, "This isn't about Quidditch right now."

"What was the task?" Jasper asked. "The task that Voldemort wanted you to do for him, what was it?"

"Kill Dumbledore."

Edward felt the block. Looking over at Wynter, he felt that she was also blocking Draco's mind from him. She nodded her head at Draco, and Draco did the same to her. Edward saw a frightened look come over Draco's face. Harry them don't even know the second task, Wynter's voice entered his mind once more. Malfoy was sent to kill me. Voldemort knew I would kill him in the process, and he wanted Malfoy dead anyways. He figured I could do it for him. Malfoy came for me that night, ready to kill me. It was the same night that Snape ended up killing Dumbledore for Malfoy. We're going to explain it right now. Harry them will most likely go to attack Malfoy, but I don't want you seeing anything, Edward nodded his head. Then she answered his unasked question, yes, we're going to sugarcoat it. You only need to know enough to learn who we are. Nothing more. This isn't something that will help to win this upcoming battle.

"What?" it was Quil who saw the somber look on both Draco and Wynter; "What else is there?"

"I was gone with Dumbledore-" Wynter heard Harry begin to explain his hunt for the locket with Dumbledore, but she watched Draco instead. He was sweating again, and fiddling his thumbs. He was holding onto something, a secret that even she couldn't read, but it drew her in more towards him. There was something about Draco Malfoy, something that she couldn't understand. Something she wanted to learn. "-then he killed him."

"I had a second task," Draco sighed, it wasn't until Wynter gave him another nod of her head that he continued. "Now before I explain it, you have to understand. My mother was the only one who ever showed any type of compassion for me. He knew that I loved my mother, and she was the only leverage he had on me. If he threatened to kill me, I wouldn't care, but he would threaten her, and I would give in. He held that hold on me."

"Second task?" Harry asked. "But we entered your mind, Malfoy. We saw everything you saw," then he gasped. Rubbing his forehead, Harry shook his head, "Wynter, please tell me that you didn't help him hide something from us."

"It wasn't important," she shrugged her shoulders. "It still isn't. I'm just allowing him to tell you about it now, so the Cullens, and the pack know what they're signing up for. We're telling them everything that they need to know."

"What is it?"

"Allowing him to?"

"What did you do, Malfoy?"

"Bad Wynter. You never protect a Malfoy."

"Would this have been what we needed to send him to Azkaban?"

"I was sent to kill Morris. The Dark Lord knew I would back out from killing Dumbledore, and he knew that my mother went to Severus for help. He hated our family already, and wanted to hurt us in every possible way. Potter was gone with Dumbledore on their task, and I found Morris on her own."

Directing his wand at Draco, Ron shouted, "Levico-"

"Expelliarmus!" the vampires and wolves all turned to stare at Wynter with dropped jaws. Ron's wand flew out of his hands, and she didn't even lift her wand. "Wandless magic," she explained to them before glaring at Ron, "Obviously he didn't kill me Ron! Let him explain that night. This was right before the Astronomy tower."

"I was on my way to the tower actually," Draco continued. They couldn't read his face. No passion, no lust, no remorse, no guilt, no shame, no anger, no fear; nothing. He was blank. "I was on my way to kill Dumbledore. And I saw her standing there. It was as if she had been waiting for me."

"I'm good at entering minds," Wynter nodded her head, "I knew about his second task, and decided to help him out with it. Instead of having him search for me, I went to him. He shot a curse at me, but I dodged it. I flew my own curses at him. We fought that night. Then we heard the Death Eaters enter the castle. I turned to stun him, but he was already gone; cloaked like them, and flying towards the tower. I ran to get our army. A war was breaking out, and we needed the help."

Harry thought back to that night – the fear in Draco's face, and the tears in his eyes; he saw it. "You were bleeding," he realized. "I saw the blood on you, but didn't pay any attention to it. I-I saw it. You were just in a duel, and I ignored it. You were in pain that night."

"She hit me with a slicing hex," Draco nodded his head.

Ron's eyes were slanted again. Darkness took over his face. "Yeah, well you got your revenge for that didn't you, Malfoy!"

Sam and Carlisle both nodded their heads at each other. These kids have been through more than any of them had ever imagined even possible. They knew that Wynter was hiding more from them. Whatever it was she was hiding though, her friends didn't know it either. Draco was the only other person who knew, it seemed. Whatever she was hiding, it was to protect Draco. Something else happened that night, something that would get Draco killed right on the spot. Something that Wynter wanted to shelter everyone else from. They would fight together. They would come together, and protect all these young witches and wizards so they could live a normal life after this. It's been only three weeks since the war happened, and as they listened to Wynter explain the hunt for the Horcruxes, and Ginny explain about the takeover of Hogwarts, they both silently cried for all these teens. No one should know this much pain.

"-by the time Cedric got to me, I was already blacking out. The Cruciatus Curse makes you feel as if your insides are on fire, and you can't escape it. The blood was burning my arm as it dripped out, and I couldn't scream anymore. I was nearly dead."

"I couldn't watch my aunt torture Granger anymore," Draco admitted. "I've known her since we were eleven years old. And as much as I hated her, I couldn't see that happening to her. In school, she had always been so strong. She was always standing up against me, facing off against the rest Slytherin, and aiding Potter in everything he did. So to see her staring up at me, silently pleading for me to help her, and screaming out in agony, I couldn't watch it. She was weak. The Gryffindor Granger that I knew was never weak. It didn't seem real, like that wasn't really her."

"So you decided to join in and torture Wynter instead," Ron's darkened voice returned.

Remembering what they were told right before the wedding, Emmet shocked everyone when he said, "You don't have to explain this part Wynter. We already heard how you got your scars."

"The pack doesn't know."

If it was bad enough that Emmet – the vampire who loves a good fight and anything bloody – didn't want to hear it a second time, Sam shuddered at the thought. "We don't need to know. We already know enough."

"No," she shook her head. "You need to know why I treat Malfoy the way I do, no matter how kind he is to me. When Bellatrix took Hermione, her husband Rodolphus took me. Along with Greyback," all the wolves snarled at his name, it keeps coming up. "They dragged me into this dark room where Voldemort was; very ugly freak by the way: grey, bald, no nose, long skeleton like fingers; all in all, very ugly. He had these red slants where his eyes should be, and brown razors for teeth. He grinned when he saw me."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" it was Ron who asked her. "As much as I would love for everyone here to kill Malfoy, the nightmares just stopped Wynter."

She nodded her head, "They need to hear this Ron," he only dropped his head. They all saw the tears already falling to the grass. "He told me to join him, and when I laughed in his face, Greyback attacked me. He didn't bite me, but I could feel his claws deep in my ribs. Voldemort told me to join him again, and when I still refused, Rodolphus began to use the Cruciatus Curse on me. I still refused to join him, and Greyback clawed at me again. All this time, Rodolphus was standing above me with his wand. There was cackling all around me, but I wouldn't scream."

"The Dark Lord loves to hear his victims scream," whispered the soft, and pitiful voice of Draco Malfoy. Tears haunted the melted silvered eyes, but refused to fall. "She was only making it worse on herself by not screaming."

"It went on for what seemed like an hour," Wynter shuddered, thinking back to that night. "Then I heard a door open, and everything stopped. I heard Voldemort say Malfoy's name, and I looked up. I saw him standing there, looking down at me. I opened my mouth to ask him for help, but then Greyback attacked again. My eyes stayed on his, and he didn't move. He only stood there watching everything. Voldemort stood up now, moving closer to me. Soon my shirt was missing, and my shorts were gone as well. I was standing there in nothing more than my bra and my knickers. My arms were tied up, and my feet were strapped down. I was paralyzed in midair, and I couldn't speak. Malfoy warned them that I could do wandless magic. So even though my wand was taken from me, they took extra precautions."

Draco didn't move away from the bared teeth that were now surrounding him. Even Alice was ready to pounce on him. She was confused. Her visions had never deceived her before. In her vision, she saw them in love. How could Wynter possibly love him after what he did to her? "The Dark Lord handed me Morris's wand; her own wand. He told me to beat her with it."

"This is the part he got his revenge for the slicing spell," it seemed like Ron's eyes were set in a permanent glare and his voice in a permanent hiss.

"The scars on my back," Wynter nodded her head. "Some are from Greyback's claws, but most are from Malfoy. He began to whip me with my own wand. At first my wand wouldn't cooperate, so after half an hour of hitting me weakly, he began to use his own wand. All the while, Voldemort kept asking for me to join him. I was his blood, and he wanted me on his side. He could protect me, and give me everything he ever wanted. I would marry the strongest Death Eater, and take over his legacy. Together we would own the wizarding world. I still refused. I refused to cry out in pain, and I refused to join him. Malfoy began to whip me harder; my skin was staring to bubble already. Greyback jumped back in, and clawed at me some more; digging his nails deeply into me, then dragging them down, cutting me open. Rodolphus joined in as well, using the Cruciatus Curse once more."

Seth pulled her into his arms, allowing her to feel his heartbeat pounding against his chest. He held her tightly against him, scared to let go. "That's fucking sick! How long were you there for?"

"It took three hours before Cedric found us," she told them. "We stayed with Ron and Ginny's oldest brother Bill, for a month. It was there that Bill's wife Fleur tried her hardest to heal me. The next month though, we broke into Gringotts, and stole the goblet. We found another Horcrux. Then it was the final battle."

"All within one month of being tortured like that?" Rosalie's voice was no longer filled with bells. It was shrill. "Have you both lost your minds? Even Hermione shouldn't have been moving."

"I was fine," Hermione insisted. "The only thing wrong with me was my scar, but Fleur healed me completely. It was Wynter who still couldn't walk properly. She was still bleeding, and still in obvious pain."

"We didn't choose when the war started. We went to Hogwarts to find the final Horcrux, but Voldemort followed us there to finish everything off for once."

"And that was when Malfoy decided to join our side," Ron rolled his eyes. "His father was fighting with Ginny, and Malfoy jumped in, flying a curse at Lucius. Everyone was fighting. We tried to get as much students as we could out of there, but we couldn't get that much out. Voldemort had all the vampires and all the wolves on his side. His wolves were like you guys Sam, they could shift at will. Our only werewolf was Remus, and he can only change during a full moon. And our only vampire was Cedric. Cedric helped out a lot though, because he could sense when a vampire was coming for one of us."

"I killed Rodolphus," Hermione beamed proudly. "In front of Bellatrix; I used a killing curse that they've never heard of before. She cried out in agony, and came for me, but Ginny began to duel her."

"I'm strong, but not that strong," Ginny sighed. "I was almost killed by her. Our friend, another member of the DA; Seamus, ran in and saved me. Soon enough my mum jumped in and started dueling her, she ended up killing that bitch."

"Thank god," Jacob sighed, relaxing for the first time since hearing Hermione had been tortured. "I think I would've had to break the treaty, and kill a human."

"Trust me Jacob," Carlisle snarled, "It wouldn't have broken anything."

"I heard you, Hermione," Alice turned to the now shocked girl. It was obvious by the look on her face, that she knew what Alice heard. "That day in the dress shop, when you and Wynter were convincing each other that you're both heroes, and to be proud of what you've done. When Wynter walked away after saying that Harry was the one who killed Voldemort, so he was the hero, you muttered-"

"But only because you handed his already half-dead body to Harry," Hermione nodded her head.

Groaning, Wynter held her face in her hands. She didn't want anyone to know this. "Harry, you ponce."

"I wanted them to know the truth," he argued. Then he sighed. Then he explained. "Our friend Neville killed Nagini, Voldemort's snake. And I was dead. Voldemort had to kill me because I was the final Horcrux. I was weak once I was killed. I came back, but I no longer shared Voldemort's strength."

Draco gasped now. "What?" he looked back from Harry to Wynter. "You mean, she killed the Dark Lord? Potter, you're known as the hero of the wizarding world, and you didn't even kill him?"

"He did kill him," Wynter sighed again. Then she yawned. The sky was already starting to lighten, and she was still dressed for the wedding. They all were, except for the wolves, aside from Seth, who was the only wolf at the wedding. "Voldemort found me. Harry was missing, and none of us could find him. It was when he was hiding beneath his cloak, and we were all searching for him. Right after Voldemort set the hat on fire on Neville's head, he came to me. He offered me his position; telling me to join his side. Once again he promised me the hand of a Death Eater," she blushed at this part, "This time though; he said instead of the strongest, he would give me the one of my choice. He seemed to think there was something between me and Malfoy. I pulled my wand on him, and he started to laugh. Voldemort and I began to duel. He learned then, just how strong I was. He started telling me how he knew I was strong, and he's always wanted me on his side, but he underestimated me. He thought Malfoy was exaggerating when he spoke about me. I weakened him. He was nearly dead, but I didn't kill him. Just one more blast with a wand, and he would be gone for good."

"That was when Wynter found me," Harry jumped in. "She was levitating him, and handed him right to me. She knew I was there, even when I wore my cloak. I watched the whole battle, which by the way, she left out a lot," Wynter hissed at him, and he quickly shut down, "After handing him to me; she took my cloak, and ran out shouting that I killed Voldemort. All I had to do was hit him with a simple reducto, and he fell to ashes around my feet."

When everyone gave her a puzzling stare, Wynter shrugged her shoulders, "I didn't want to be known. I don't like the attention, and I don't like people knowing my business. If it was known that I killed him, everyone would've been harassing me. It's already bad enough that I'm now known as his niece, and marked down as the next Dark Lord. But to be known as the one who killed him, they would all think I did it just to take his seat at the table."

"I'm still confused," Quil pointed at Draco, "I heard how he switched sides at the last minute, but why is he here now? Why isn't he dead or in that Azkaban place?"

"We searched his mind," Harry answered. "The Aurors and all of us, we all searched his mind. He was telling the truth when he said that he was forced to join the Death Eaters, and how he really did want to join us. He wasn't the one to kill Dumbledore, and as you heard earlier, Wynter blocked out his attempted murder on her. Why, I don't know, I mean he did try to kill her at the manor."

"Yeah," Jacob asked, feeling a protective need over the powerful witch. "Why didn't you go to Azkaban or get killed for that?"

"I said to set him free," Wynter stood up now. "Harry's godfather, Sirius Black is Draco's mum's first cousin. Sirius and Draco are family, and aside from Harry, Sirius doesn't have any family. Narcissa was an innocent in the war, but was killed by her own side. Sirius needed family, and he wanted Malfoy. He's sees a good in Malfoy that no one else does. And Malfoy's too frightened to go back home to the manor so he lives with us at Grimmauld Place."

"Black?" helping Hermione to her feet, Jacob also stood up. Turning to Draco, his eyebrow was raised, "You're a Black?"

Draco nodded his head, "My mother was Narcissa Black, but don't worry, we aren't related. I don't have shape-shifters in my family tree."

"That's funny," Jacob shook his head, "Because we have witches and wizards in ours. I have an uncle, I don't know his name, but he's a shape-shifter as well. Although, I guess in your world, you call them an Animagus."

Hermione gasped, "Sirius is an Animagus; Sirius Black, that's Draco's uncle."

Freshly showered, and dressed in black basketball shorts, and a plain red t-shirt, Wynter laid by herself in the bed. After filling everyone in on everything at the open field, everyone went back home because the pack and the humans need to actually sleep. Bella and Edward were now lying down in Bella's room, most likely consummating their marriage, thanks to Wynter's silencing spell. Billy took Charlie on a weekend fishing trip once he was filled in on everything, and Hermione was curled up with Jacob in his own bed, at his own house. The vampires allowed Draco, Harry, and Ron to stay with them; all sharing a room, while the pack returned to their own homes as well. Wynter felt weird. It's been three weeks since she had to sleep on her own.

Well not really. After the war, they all moved in with Sirius. Her room was right next to Draco's room on the third floor. Everyone else slept on the second floor. Every night, she would wake up screaming from her nightmares. She would open her eyes, and everyone would be crowded around her, trying to convince her that everything was alright now. It wasn't until the fifth night that she stopped sleeping altogether, when she heard Draco screaming in his sleep as well, peeking inside one of his dreams, she saw that he had the same nightmare as her; the day that he tortured her. It was then, when she slowly started sneaking into his room. It was there, that she would curl into his arms, and fall asleep at night. It was then when the nightmares stopped. Sometimes throughout the day though, Draco would fall asleep on his own, and that was when she would hear him whimpering again, or screaming himself awake. Unlike with her though, no one ran into his room to tell him he was okay.

This was the first time since she started falling asleep in Draco's arms that she had to sleep on her own. Sharing a room and a bed with Hermione the past nights helped her to not have any nightmares. It was only when she was alone that they haunted her, and now… now she was alone. Turning over onto her side, she tried to force herself to stay awake, but it was pointless. She was too tired, and her eyes were already shutting. Once again, she could feel the wands whip breaking down on her back.

Yay for 12 paged chapters(: I hope you guys don't hate Draco now. I still love him! How about Wynter? And Ron. This story is funny, I've never really liked Ron, even when I read the books, he's always been one of my least favorite characters. (I think I supported Dramione even when I was 8-when the 1st book came out- and I already knew that Ron would ruin it for me) but in this story, I find myself liking Ron. Like he's the only one who's ever really been there for Wynter from day one? Idk, what do you guys think? Please review(:

Also, I just want to let you guys know that this is probably the last chapter I'll be able to post up until Christmas ): my laptop's charger is completely broken, and instead of buying a new one, I already know my parents brought me a new laptop for Christmas. So I won't be able to upload anything new until then. Hence, why I'm posting this up early instead of on Tuesday. Sorry guys, but I promise that I'll make it up to you guys, and post a really good chapter on Christmas day(: