(A/N)- this is the third update today. I have written three whole chapters today. O.o Anyway, this is my attempt at the horrible final battle. It's very disappointing. V.V but I'm a coward, so I can't write fighting very well, so there :P!!!

Draco heard Harry whisper "Voldemort," and he felt the smile he was wearing slip away. Harry put him down. He turned to look at Snape. He was wincing and trying to hide it. He led Harry over to Snape and asked "Where?"

Snape shook his head. Everyone was looking their way, wondering what had happened to the happy moment. Draco could sympathize. It was like the Dark Lord had a sense of when would be the absolute worst time to interfere, and then do it. It was uncanny. He looked from Harry to Snape. There was some sort of communication between the two. Snape left, nodding. Harry turned to Draco. He handed him a slip of parchment, told him to read it, and followed Snape. Dumbledore cancelled classes for the day, saying everyone needed the day off, so he didn't disturb the students. Half of the teachers would be gone anyway. Draco went to his room, locked the door, and read the letter written in his father's familiar hand.

Draco,

If you are reading this, it means Harry has succeeded in convincing you that I am not worthy of your hate. But it also means that Harry has gone off to fight Voldemort to save me, and left you alone for a bit. Snape is probably gone too, along with most of the teachers. So you will have to help yourself help Harry. No one will do it for you. Harry has gone to the old Riddle house. It's been the Dark Lord's headquarters for quite a while. I don't know why no one thought to look there, but to my knowledge, no one has. Not even after Harry came back from the Triwizard Tournament did anyone think to look at the House of Riddle. I suppose it was that no one believed Harry. But it worked to our advantage. Not the Dark Lord's but ours, Draco. The old Riddle house is less than a mile from our Manor, if you go through the woods, as you must do.

You have to help Harry. The part of the prophecy that we actually heard said that he would have the power that the Dark Lord knows not. This is love. His skin is infused with it, but that will not be enough now. He must have you. It will not be a day at the park. You must fight your friends, and I must fight mine. I will die in this fight, Draco. I will die so that you and Harry can live together. Because I might never see you again, I will tell you I love you. You may have forgiven me, but I expect you do not trust me yet. But believe me. I love you, Draco.

Your father,

Lucius

Draco was stunned. The Riddle House? He'd been there countless times, and saw nothing. But he hadn't been looking. He'd simply been disobeying his father. It was a form of reverse psychology. Do exactly what they tell you not to. He supposed that his father had used that rebellion to his advantage. Draco had done what he'd told him not to, and now he not only knew the way there, but he could slip in undetected. He'd done it when he was a child; he could do it now. He went to talk to Dumbledore, but he was gone. He already knew Snape and all the other heads of house were gone. He needed someone that could help him. He then thought of his father's letter again. No one could help him. This was almost a lie. Snape could help him, even if he did not know what he was doing. His Floo wasn't on the whole network, but he was connected to father's study. That was just what he needed. He grabbed the powder, muttering the words that Snape didn't know he knew, and walked through. Lucius's study was in shambles. Someone had ransacked the place. Probably Death Eaters looking for proof of deception. Draco thought maliciously. Well, they won't find it here; Father is too smart for that. He walked out of the decimated room to find that almost none of the rest of the house was touched. Father's bedroom and his own, however, his mother's room was curiously empty. It was as if she left. Knowing his father like he did, he probably let her go. He snuck out to the back garden, like he'd done countless times over the span of his young life, and he cursed that he hadn't done it since third year. He'd gotten quite a bit bigger since then, and he had trouble staying hidden the whole way. He had to stay silent, too. He didn't know who could be watching from the house, or even in the woods.

Twenty minutes later found Draco scratched up, and silently cursing in every language he knew. But he was there, there was no alarm. Draco sighed internally. He was safe for the moment, but if he had his way, he would not be safe for long. He needed to know where Harry was. Unfortunately, if he called to him mentally, he would alert the Dark Lord to his presence. So he had to look for him. It didn't take long before he found Harry. He was chained up, locked up, and guarded. Why the Dark Lord didn't just kill him, Draco didn't know. But there he was, and luckily, the only people guarding him were Avery and Nott. Neither were what one would consider bright, but in their current state, you could get more animation from a brick. They were pissed. Drop down, pee your pants pissed, and Draco had no trouble disarming them. They practically handed him their wands. He thought it was strange. He didn't trust them one bit. So he took their wands and walked away. His heart told him what his eyes lied about. It was not Harry in that room. It was someone else. He would have to find Harry elsewhere.

He looked around. If I were an evil maniac, where would I go? Where would I hide my enemies? Draco almost smacked his forehead when he realized where they were. They were in plain sight. Avery and Nott were his father and Harry. He ran back to them, and inspected them closely. They were not pissed. They were drugged. They were given a potion, by Severus no doubt, that would make them servile and obedient, but would also make them believe they were who they looked like. It was ingenious. He ran to find Severus. He would, no doubt, be with the Dark Lord himself. He was one of his most trusted servants. How brilliant of Dumbledore to make Severus Snape, You-Know-Who's dearest servant, his spy. Draco marvelled at the genius of the man but only for a moment. He still needed Severus. He wound his way toward the living room, using servant hallways, for the Riddles had been Muggles until the Dark Lord's father married his mother; the house had never gotten fully changed into a proper Wizard mansion. He found Death Eaters in the room, but no Voldemort. He snuck up the stairs, avoiding the squeaky one, and into the master bedroom.

There he found him. He appeared to be sleeping. Severus was tending to his potions across the room. If he was quiet about it, he could catch Snape's attention without waking the Dark Lord. He waved his arms. Severus looked up. His eyes widened slightly, but he made no move toward Draco. Draco motioned him outside. Snape nodded. Draco crept out of the room, back the way he'd come. Before he got too far, he heard Severus's words. "My Lord, I must go fetch some chicken beak. I will be right back. Do not worry."

"Sssssssseverusss, you have all the chicken bead you need. It'ssss about that Malfoy boy, issss it not?" Draco shuddered and kept moving silently away from the room. He was outside before he realized it. But Severus was right there.

"Severus, I need the antidote for the potion you gave to Father and Harry." Draco cut to the point. "It will save their lives. I need Harry to defeat Voldemort. We both need Harry and Father alive. What is the potion you used?"

Severus seemed nervous. "It was a twist on the Polyjuice potion. There is not antidote. It will wear off in time, if I do not re-administer it. I am preparing some right now. He will not know if I do not give it to them. You must be there to tell them what happened." With that, Severus went back to tending his potions with Voldemort. Draco hurried to join Harry and Lucius. He could see that the potion would need tending soon. He hid himself, both magically and physically, and settled to wait. Severus came with the potion, and dumped it into the bushes beside Draco. He walked away.

It was risky business, deceiving the Dark Lord, but it had its benefits. Harry and Lucius woke up very confused. Draco's father was not surprised, Harry was. He did his best to fill him in, and Lucius filled in the rest. He needed to rest, but there was no time. Soon, the Dark Lord would know that his trusted servant had betrayed him, and would want retribution. Harry and Draco planned to have stopped him by then.

Draco led them both into the house, and up the steps to the room Voldemort occupied. It seemed as if he were still asleep. Harry noticed his want across the room. He needed it to defeat the Dark Lord. Draco crept as quiet as he could across the room. He snatched up the wand, and turned around, the Dark Lord looming over him. "YOU, he yelled. Ssspawn of the traitor. I knew you would betray me Luciussssss. I just did not know it would be through your ssson." Draco was terrified. Every word he said sounded like some crazy snake that had learned human speech. All of his 's' sounds were elongated. He watched in horror as Harry sneaked up behind the Dark Lord, Accioing his wand from Draco's hand, he cast a spell that Draco had never even heard of and the Dark Lord laughed. "Did you think that you could ussse a ssspell that I usssed againssst you? How pitiful." Draco dashed away, running to a point behind Harry, but still able to see.

"Oh, no Tom. I didn't expect it to work at all. But I know this will." Harry's voice had a harsh, metallic quality that scared Draco shitless. It was as if he'd swallowed a sword, and he was spitting the blade out at Voldemort. Harry then let out a stream of hisses. By the shock on Voldemort's face, he did not expect Harry to know that one. He then let loose with the two words that were the undoing of every wizard it was aimed at, every wizard until Harry. "Avada Kedavra." Nothing happened. Voldemort laughed.

"You sssilly boy! You think you can kill me? You are sssorely missstaken." He laughed and raised his wand, pointing it at Draco. "Let'sss sssee how you sssurvive without your ssssoulmate, Potter!" Draco saw a flash of green, and then blacked out.

(A/N)- Ack this ended in a horrible place! (holds in giggles because Voldy can't ssspell.)

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