AN: Raven, fangs for gelping hn. I'm srry I tak ur poster of Gerard, but that guy is such a fucking sex bomb. Preps stop flammingg! Nd Carnivoorus Muufin, pls give back my sweater.

WARNING: Some of this chapter is extremely scary, veower excretion is advizzed!

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In which Lily confronts the dark lord Voldemort for the third, yet somehow least anticlimactic, time in her life, Ebony's hand gun defies physics, and Wizard Lenin is forced to weigh his absolute hatred of Albus Dumbledore against his absolute hatred of Ebony Way.

For a moment, there was no movement from anyone, and then with a look of utter panic, both Harry and Ebony dashed out of the room and out the door leaving Lily, Wizard Lenin, and the rest of them staring after them.

Well, everyone except the twitching boy on the floor, who someone really should take to the hospital wing.

Slowly, with the cold and ruthless determined confidence that he was known for, Wizard Lenin stood from his seat and pulled his things together, before dragging Lily up with him and pulling them outside of the classroom and after Ebony and Harry who were dashing off ahead of them.

"Uh, Lenin, where are we going?" Lily asked, not that she didn't mind skipping class, but she usually went out of her way to skip Potions, Transfiguration was one of her preferred subjects.

"Observing the situation," Wizard Lenin said, "Important things seem to happen around Ebony Way and I'll be damned if I miss them. Particularly if they have to do with Voldemort."

Lily blinked, blinked again, and then realized, "Oh, you want to know if your counterpart really is into BDSM with Draco Malfoy or not!"

Wizard Lenin grimaced, eyes blazing, and looked as if he was only barely stopping himself from screaming back on her, "…Yes, Lily, I want to know if my main soul really is into BDSM with Draco Malfoy."

"Well… Were you into BDSM with underage boys before all this happened?"

He almost stopped walking, as it was though he forced himself to speed up, keeping Ebony and Harry in sight, as he ground out, "What do you think?!"

"Well, I don't know Lenin, we've never talked about your sex life," Lily pointed out, which was true, given that Wizard Lenin didn't talk about details of his past in general. That said, he'd always left the impression that he hadn't been close to anyone (well, besides his mysterious childhood friend), and would probably find the intimacy required for sexual situations to be more than a little disconcerting.

"There are reasons we do not talk about my sex life!" he shouted as he pulled her along,

"…Because you're a BDSM fiend?" Lily asked and at the look on his face quickly reassured, "Hey, no judgement from me, Lenin… Unless it was with Snape, then I have to confess that I judge quite a bit, and need to let you know that you could have done far better. And that you can do better than Draco Malfoy the Satanist."

"I am not into bondage with young boys, Lily!" he spat out as they followed behind, the path and destination now becoming recognizable to Lily as the shortest distance to Dumbledore's office.

"So just girls then? Well, Draco does have a sort of feminine look to him sometimes… But wait, Lenin, I'm a girl, should I be worried?" Lily looked down at herself then back over at Wizard Lenin. He'd never given the impression that he was interested her, at any point in her life, and even now that Lily had long since passed the point of adolescence he certainly didn't look interested in the way that Ebony had been interested in Harry only a few minutes before, but one could never really tell with Wizard Lenin.

"No, Lily, you don't need to be worried," Wizard Lenin flatly responded before shuddering and saying, "Oh look, we're here, at the headmaster's office even."

And indeed, they were as the gargoyles stepped aside and allowed Harry, Ebony, then Lily and Wizard Lenin to climb the stairs and reach the door to the headmaster's office. Ah, the headmaster's office, filled with such bitter memories and triumphs.

Of course, that seemed like ages ago now, and in many ways that Hogwarts, the Hogwarts Lily had become so painfully familiar with, seemed to be disappearing entirely.

"Dumbledore! Dumblydore!" Harry and Ebony yelled in tandem as they pounded on the door, which opened abruptly, revealing a rather terse looking Albus Dumbledore.

In fact, the man looked… Lily felt a stone plummeting in her, he looked off, there was an edge to him, the kind of edge usually in his eye when he looked at Lily, but then, it was flatter than that, he seemed to have been dulled since she'd last paid attention to him. As if someone had taken the true Albus Dumbledore and replaced him with a synthetic cardboard cutout…

And Lily couldn't help but wonder, in fearful silence, just how many people had been replaced when she wasn't looking? How far and how fast had this disease spread while she concerned herself with the heir?

"What is it that you want now, you despicable snobs?" Dumbledore asked, but Lily was barely listening, honestly feeling a bit dizzy, because how many people had seemed just a bit off recently? How many people had she talked to without realizing that they weren't even there anymore?

Wizard Lenin gripped her arm, pulled Lily next to him, probably to prevent her from wobbling backwards and falling down the stairs.

She had to find a way to stop this. There had to be a way to stop this…

"Volzemort has Draco!" Ebony and Harry shouted, still at the same time, and with the same desperate look in their eyes.

Dumbledore let out a sharp, despairing, and frankly quite malevolent laugh at the words.

"No, don't, we need to save Draco!" Ebony and Harry begged as they looked at him, but they failed to recognize that whatever wore Albus Dumbledore's face was a thing without pity, without remorse, and without any human sentiment whatsoever.

It sneered at them, blue eyes flat and dull, and said, "No, I don't give a darn what Voldemort does to Draco. Not after how much he misbehaved in school, especially with you, Ebony!"

Ebony paled dramatically as Dumbledore pointed an accusing finger at her, but Dumbledore was hardly finished as he continued, "Besides, I never liked him that much anyway."

And Dumbledore then, without further ado, slammed the door in their faces, leaving Lily, Wizard Lenin, Harry, and Ebony to stare at it in shocked disbelief. Lily sat down on the stair, staring into nothing, Albus Dumbledore…

She hadn't liked him, recently, but she remembered how he'd seemed in the beginning. How she'd had that one beautiful conversation with him, the first person to ever even attempt to humor her and… And there was nothing left of him now, not even a grave to mourn him.

Harry, Death trapped inside this cheap garish body beside her, began to sob, shudders wracking his frame as he sat down next to Lily, clutching at himself as he moaned, "My Draco!"

And Lily wanted to cry, to scream, not for Draco Malfoy, but for Death beside her, for Death shoved into the body of a twelve then seventeen-year-old, dressed in this garish fashion and forced into a personality to match, and left mute and silent inside this boy's soul.

Wizard Lenin sat down next to her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and softly whispered in her ear, "Lily, are you alright?"

"He's…"

Wizard Lenin sighed and then said with a rather bitter smile confessed, "You know, the terrible part is, I really enjoyed that. I've been wanting to say that all week… He practically stole the words out of my mouth."

Oh, yes, she was sure Wizard Lenin did. And this didn't make it better, not by any means, but somehow Wizard Lenin managed to bring that dark sense of humor back to the situation. Where he was left in the impossible position of having to say that he liked and admired this shell of Albus Dumbledore, if only because he'd slammed a door in Ebony Way's face and told her to go fuck herself when she told him that Draco was Voldemort's sex slave.

It was an impossible situation that Wizard Lenin had been left with.

And in that was the thought that later, later, they would have a funeral and a wake, for each and every one of them, the mourners comprised of those left behind, Luna, Lily, Rabbit, and Wizard Lenin, and there would be a row of crosses for all those taken and the survivors would dig their own graves so that in time Lily could bury them…

"It's okay," Ebony said, rubbing a hand on Harry's back, but he only shook it off, shaking his head back and forth desperately.

His tears were thick and dark, running down his face, and sitting next to him Lily could tell that they weren't eyeliner or tears but instead blood.

But then, all at once, his eyes blinked open, the sobbing stopped, and he said in a tone of wonder, "I had an idea!"

"What?" Ebony asked, eyes widening and stepping back so that Harry could stand back up again.

"You'll see," Harry said with a grin, a mischievous glint to his eyes, then he took out his wand and muttered an unfamiliar spell, then, without warning, Lily, Wizard Lenin, Ebony, and Harry were transported from outside the headmaster's office to outside of a cave in the Forbidden Forest.

Lily and Wizard Lenin stumbled to their feet, Lily trying and failing to place their surroundings, and Wizard Lenin giving her a sharp look.

"What, don't look at me, Lenin, I have no idea where we are!" Well, the Forbidden Forest, clearly, but beyond that…

Ebony and Harry didn't seem at all disoriented though as they rushed into the cave with their wands out ready to set spells blazing only to be forced to duck as green light raced to meet them and a voice echoed, "Allah kedabra!"

Wizard Lenin's eyes widened, all expression dripped from his face, and slowly he extended Lily's wand in his hand.

"Lenin…" Lily started, but he didn't appear to be listening, almost as if he was caught in some sort of a trance as he moved forward to join the other two.

Lily scrambled forward to join them, she… She had to go with them, if she was here with them, if she stayed with them, then Lenin couldn't be taken. It only happened when she wasn't looking or when she wasn't there. If she stayed with him then…

All four of them stalked forward in silence, towards the source of the voice, beads of sweat dripping down Harry and Ebony's face while a cold heartless look had entered Lenin's eyes as he prepared himself to meet his maker.

But then… rounding the corner, instead of a mirror of Wizard Lenin, or even Quirrell, was a shuddering, beady eyed, middle aged, and strangely rat like overweight man as well as a battered Draco Malfoy. He flinched at the sight of them, stepping back from Draco, revealing deep gauges in Draco's skin even while the boy sobbed, dark red tears dripping down his face.

And Wizard Lenin sighed, a rather flat look appearing on his face, and he said dully, "Peter Pettigrew, somehow, inconceivable though it is, you've somehow sunk even lower than you already had."

Pettigrew? Had Lily heard that name before, it sounded vaguely familiar, like Wizard Lenin had mentioned it offhand at some point…

Ebony and Harry charged forward, pushing Pettigrew further away from Draco, and Ebony, once again out of nowhere, brought out her hand gun and began shooting at him (miraculously once again without needing to reload or even turn off the safety).

(And the scent of blood, how was it that it was becoming so very familiar to Lily?)

"Rid my sight, you despicable preps!" Pettigrew managed to shout, coughing up blood as he did so as the bullets tore through his flesh.

Such sad, unworthy, last words for any human being.

Of course, then, as his eyes landed on Ebony, the sneer disappeared and he fell to his knees, a strange look of wonder on his face, and Lily had the horrible feeling that she knew exactly what he was going to say.

And that Wizard Lenin apparently did too.

"Oh no," Wizard Lenin said, blanching along with Lily and inching away from Pettigrew as if this might stop him from saying whatever he felt the need to say next, "Oh, please, no, wasn't Hagrid enough?"

"Ebony, I love you, will you have sex with me?" The man pleaded, and Lily felt herself paling as she took in the man, this overweight, twitching, monstrosity of a human man and tried to think about him and sex in the same sentence.

Ebony blinked, mouth opened, and eloquently asked, "Huh?"

To which Pettigrew repeated his damning words, "Enoby, I love you, will you have sex with me?"

And Ebony, looking down at him, laughed and crowed, "What the fuck? You torture my bf, then you expect me to fuck you!" she let out another harsh laugh, "God, you are so fucked up, you fucking bastard!"

And before Pettigrew could repeat his line Ebony brought forward the gleaming silver knife that she had, only the day before, slit her own wrists with, and stabbed it into Pettigrew's heart. Pettigrew's eyes widened, his body convulsed, blood poured out of his lips, and the light of his soul disappeared out of his expression.

"No!" he screamed, but it was muffled by the blood spurting out of his lips, even as he twitched there like a demented fish, the afterlife dragging him away against his will while Ebony just stood there, over him, and watched like a particularly sadistic reaper.

And Lily, in Ebony's place, she saw herself standing over this man, offering him a polite if unsympathetic smile, as she took on the mortal form of Death in this living world.

Then, all at once, there was nothing left of Peter Pettigrew, not even an echo.

Ebony's twitching fingers dropped the knife, she burst into tears once again, turning into Harry's arms, and he held her with a grim expression as he looked down at Pettigrew's corpse, something of Death still flickering inside of him. Lily reached down, drew two fingers across Pettigrew's face, and closed his eyes shut.

Such a sad and meaningless way to depart this earth…

"Snaketail, what art thou doing?" A voice, higher pitched, the one they'd heard earlier, echoed down the hallway, along with the faint clack of stilettos on the earth of the cave.

Except, no… Lily turned to look down at Wizard Lenin's feet then back up to his face, and despite the blood and death and utter decay she couldn't help but ask, "Lenin, is your other self in… drag?"

Wizard Lenin only spared her a silent death glare, clearly unwilling to expand further on the sexual escapades he got up to before his death, which apparently not only involved young boys, BDSM, but also Lenin in drag.

Lenin, apparently, was one kinky bastard.

…Although, he was probably one of the few men who could pull off a dress and stilettos.

"We have to go," Harry said, slinging one arm under Draco's shoulders to support him and pulling on Ebony's hand with the other, sparing a desperate look for Lily and Wizard Lenin, "He's coming."

But was it not better to face whatever was coming for them here and now? To see what Voldemort, Lily's great nemesis, had been reduced to?

"Lily!" Wizard Lenin said to her harshly, pulling on her wrist, "We'll deal with him, with this, later."

"But…" Lily started.

"We're in his territory, and more, if those two are leaving, if she's leaving, then we are too." Wizard Lenin said, "We have larger concerns right now than Voldemort."

Lily nodded slowly and allowed herself to be dragged back out of the cave where she quickly apparted herself and Lenin back to the school, leaving Harry, Ebony, and Draco to somehow navigate using the broomsticks (and where had those broomsticks come from, and for that matter how had they gotten here to start with, and how was all of this even happening…)

There at the edge of the lake, in the same spot that she had spoken with Death only a few days before, Lily sat down, unconcerned by the freezing torrential downpour, "So… Dumbledore and Pettigrew."

"Not great losses on this earth, Lily, I assure you," Wizard Lenin said as he sat down beside her, but his expression was grim, and his pale eyes distant.

"But losses all the same," Lily said as she stared out onto the horizon, "How many are gone without us even noticing?"

Wizard Lenin didn't answer, didn't bother to, but then he didn't need to. Perhaps, all of them were gone, all those faces Lily had barely thought to even look at.

"Do you think we should leave Hogwarts?" Lily asked, softly, as if she was tasting the words even as she said them, although, a darker part of her wondered if that would even help, if Hogwarts had anything at all to do with it.

"No, no I will not go quietly into the night, not yet." Wizard Lenin said, "It can take my other half, the original, it can take the other horcrux if it wants him, but I won't be swallowed by this abomination without at least having the chance to spit in its face."

"No," Wizard Lenin looked directly down at her, rain dripping down his face and into his eyes, his Hogwarts robes clinging to his skin even as he reached down to take her face in his hands, "No, Lily, we stay, until the very end."

END OF CHAPTER

(Meanwhile, inside of Hogwarts, with tears of blood in her eyes, Ebony asked the naked Draco on her bed, "It's so unfair! Why can't I just be ugly and all plain like all the other girls and preps here?! Except for B'loody Mary, cause she's not ugly or anything."

Draco wiped away her tears tenderly, ignoring his own wounds and asked, "Why would you want to be ugly? I don't like the preps anyway, they are such fucking sluts."

This only brought forth more tears as she shook her head desperately, "Yeah, but everyone here is in love with me! Like Snape and Lupin took a video of me, and Haagrid said he is in love with me, Vampire likes me, and now even Snaketail is in love with me!" then with a sob, clutching at Draco, she pleaded, "I just want to be with you, okay Draco? Why couldn't Satan have made me less beautiful?! I'm good at too many things! Why can't I just be normal?! It's a fucking curse!")

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AN: Aren't gay guys just so hot?

Author's Note: And down goes Dumbledore, and Wormtail, although Pettigrew really was not long for this gothic world. The end is swift approaching, my friends. And a such, next chapter will be mostly Ebony-less as Luna, Lily, Wizard Lenin and Rabbit mourn the dead, discuss contingency plans, and fail to counteract the great shadow looming over them all... I love this far too much.

Disclaimer: I don't own My Immortal or Harry Potter