Disclaimer: I do not, never have, and never will own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Helena Lyn Blackwell, however, is of my own creation.

A/N: Hello, again! =]] I'm so sorry it has taken me forever to update, but with school and all I've been very busy. Fortunately, I've had some free time and started two new stories, and began brainstorming for Malicious Toad's sequel. (I won't release the name yet, but if you review I might message you with a little preview. ;D)

Anyway, this is the final chapter of this story, so I hope you all like it. Although, I have a feeling that by the end some of you will hate me... Lol.

Chapter Ten

As summer holiday drew nearer the snow began to melt, leaving muddy puddles in its place, and the buds of roses and lilies opened their eyes to the world. And yet, I could still perfectly recall the joy I had felt when I stepped foot once again an these school grounds months ago. I wanted to go back to that. Back to the room at the orphanage I shared with several other girls. Back to the simple life in the muggle world. Back to when Ron, Harry, and Hermione were my friends. But most of all, despite that he was beginning to grow on me, I wanted to go back to before I was known as 'The Future Mrs. Malfoy,' but instead as myself, as Helena Lyn Blackwell.

Unfortunately, nothing had changed. Everyone still pretty much despised me. My only human interaction was with Draco. The rest of my time was spent either carrying out my punishment of helping Filch clean up the school or doing the loads of homework that was dumped on me every night by various professors.

Every now and then a younger student would find the courage to approach me when I was alone in the Great Hall or the library – one poor first year made the mistake of taunting me while Malfoy and I were enjoying each others company by the lake and narrowly escaped becoming Giant Squid chow. But, for the most part, I was left alone. I didn't mind, I preferred it actually, though my mind would often wonder to my old friends. Sometimes I'd catch a rare glimpse of the three, laughing happily, as though it had always just been the three of them, as though I had never existed.

One afternoon, just days before the end of term, as I sat alone moving the food around my plate with my fork and twirling the ring on my finger, a patch of platinum hair appeared in front of me.

"Lena, we need to talk."

"Mhmm...." I muttered, not really listening, still playing with my ring.

"Lena..." The boy demanded. "Lena... Helena, look at me." He pulled my hand towards him, snapping back to harsh reality.

"What?" I asked coldly.

"Lena, do you know what day it is?"

"Wednesday?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"I meant the date."

"I don't know. The 28th?"

"Right... three days before summer holiday."

"So?"

"So... as in three days left to either carry out our mission."

"Our... mission?" I repeated, having all but forgot about the horrible deed Malfoy and I were being forced to do or face near certain death. I sighed. "What's the plan?"

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One, two, three, four... I counted the stars I laid up on the roof of the North Tower. I was trying to distract myself from what I'd have to do in only mere hours. Draco had decided that he should be the one to actually kill Harry, seeing as in my current state of mind, I was prone to more mistakes. He had me write an owl (forged in Hermione's handwriting) asking The Boy Who Lived to meet her and Ron in the tower at midnight, making it clear that this was urgent.

What Malfoy didn't know was that I had concocted a plan of my own.

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A single bead of sweat trailed down Draco's neck and dripped to the floor.

He stood opposite and me and Harry, wand raised at the ready. "What are you waiting for? Let me kill him!" He shouted in my direction. (He had insisted we didn't show our hesitation and regret.)

"Be patient!" I commanded from my position behind my victim, viciously stabbing my wand in his neck. "I want him to suffer..." For a moment my reserve slipped, but I quickly caught myself. This had to go off perfectly. No screw ups.

The fear and confusion in Harry's eyes was plain as my lips drifted towards his ear. I inhaled deeply, readying myself for what was to come. "Tell me you'll forgive me..." I whispered, voice shaking, betraying me, though I was sure my face was hard, maintaining its composure. Harry had just turned his head to look into my eyes when I grasped his chin and jerked it back in the other direction. "Don't look at me... Just... Just tell me you'll forgive me." I felt a lone tear slide down my cheek.

"I forgive you..." He said, unaware of the real reason I asked for it of him. Soon he'd understand.

I sighed and nodded once to myself. Shoving my hand into the pocket of my cloak I felt the crinkle of parchment, and held it tightly. "Now, Draco!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light came hurtling quickly towards Harry, and he braced himself for impact.

I'm sorry... I thought as I pushed the boy aside, knocking him to the ground.

The force of the spell lifted me up and slammed my body hard against the wall of the North Tower before gravity took affect and brought it back down.

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Harry's hands franticly searched to floor for that glasses that had clattered off. When he found them and placed them back on his face, his heart all but stop at the seen before him.

Helena laid motionless on the cold stones. There was a deep cut just above her eye that was gushing gooey red liquid all around. Harry rushed to her side, looming over her as he checked her pulse. Nothing. He pumped her chest a few times, tears welling up in his eyes. Nothing.

Draco had yet to move. His eyes were wide with shock. She was dead... The only girl he'd ever loved... his bestfriend since he was four was dead... and he killed her... His wand and his gaze fell to the floor. In front of him, where Lena had been just moments before, laid a small piece of parchment. Gathering up all his strength just to move, he picked it up, and his eye scanned the paper, vision blurred by tears, Draco fell to his knees.

I'm sorry.

Love, Helena Malfoy

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Well, it's sad to see this come to an end, but I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I couldn't have finished without you! =]]