A/N: Please, enjoy the last, full chapter. There is a short epilogue after this, and then that's it! Story finished.
Disclaimer: If Severus, Voldemort and Remus are dead, then I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with the books or films. Nor do I own any lyrics in the chapter.
Everybody was looking at each other, extremely curious as to what could make Harry yell like that.
"Tom, you are simply adorable!" Harry cooed.
Voldemort had transformed into a medium sized, panther cub, with deep scarlet eyes, and a grumpy expression on his face.
Said panther cub, was now concentrating on trying to send Harry a message through their link.
"Don't give me that look, you look gorgeous! You are just so cute." Harry said, leaning down and picking the cub up.
"I am not cute, I'm a Dark Lord, I'm anything but cute." Voldemort insisted through the mind link.
"Oh shut up, you are adorable!" Harry stroked his head, leading to an involuntary purr from Voldemort.
"I'm sorry, but you are just…" Harry grinned and stroked him again. "I bet the others are wondering where we've got to." Harry observed, and with the Panther Voldemort in his arms, he walked back over to the circle.
"He's coming back!" Draco said hurriedly, and what they all saw, surprised them immensely. Harry was carrying a baby panther cub in his arms.
"Oh. My. God." Both Ginny and Draco breathed.
"Tell them I told them to stop saying that!" Voldemort raged in Harry's mind.
"Tom says stop saying that." Harry groaned, and took his place beside Severus, and put Voldemort in his lap, holding him close to his chest.
"We win then." Hermione announced, and both her and Severus smirked.
"Win what?" Harry asked, idly stroking Voldemort's head.
"We had a betting pool going." Draco whined. "The rest of us bet it would be a snake."
"I would have thought it would have been a snake." Harry said thoughtfully. "What did Bellabitch bet?" He grinned.
"Snake." She snorted. "I didn't think it would be a ickle cutesy kitten." She cooed, and Voldemort growled.
"I have to admit, he's rather a handsome creature." Hermione smiled. "Nothing compared to Severus, obviously." She added without thinking, making Severus smile.
"I'm so pleased you seem to like every aspect of me." He purred and kissed her on the cheek, making her blush wildly.
"Ok, that's enough! Nobody should see Professor Snape being affectionate." Ginny said disgustedly.
"Oh be quiet." Harry spat viciously.
"You've become very… venomous since entering this prison." Voldemort noted.
"Who can blame me?" Harry said angrily.
"Are you talking to him?" Bellatrix asked suspiciously.
"Yes, we have a mind link." Harry said off-handedly. "Whose turn is it anyway?" He questioned, as Voldemort got more comfortable on his lap.
"Mine." Lucius said quickly, and reached out and spun the bottle, which landed on Ginny.
"Truth or dare?" He asked, sneering at her.
"Truth." She replied hurriedly.
Lucius thought for a moment. "How many people have you slept with?" He asked, with a malicious gleam in his eye. A good, embarrassing question after she'd done that to Harry.
"Four." She blurted.
"Ginny!" Ron screamed. "You're only sixteen! Who the hell have you been sleeping with?" He raged.
"My turn!" She squeaked, ignoring Ron's cries. She reached out and spun the bottle. It landed on Severus.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth." He replied immediately.
"Why does no one pick dare anymore?" Harry sighed.
"Because not everybody is as foolish as you." Voldemort pointed out.
"Oh be quiet you big baby." Harry cooed. "If you keep saying things about me, I'll cuddle you!"
"Aren't you already doing that?" Lucius asked, raising an eyebrow.
"But he's irresistible!" Harry insisted. "So cute…" He smiled, stroking Voldemort's head again.
"This is disturbing." Bellatrix declared.
"And you'd know all about that." Ron snorted.
"You know, I sort of like this bold Ron." Hermione said approvingly.
Severus gave her a funny look. "What kind of like?" He asked suspiciously.
"No need to be jealous, not in that way." She laughed.
"I wasn't jealous." Severus huffed.
"You were." Harry pointed out innocently.
"Enough!" Bellatrix interjected. "Sevvy, take your turn."
"Maybe there's not so much shit in the theory about lovers sounding like each other, going by Bellatrix." Harry muttered.
"Please, refrain from using 'lovers' and Bellatrix in the same sentence." Voldemort said, making sure Harry could feel his disgust.
"Come on then, let's stop getting distracted." Harry sighed. "Ginny, ask Sev a question."
Ginny scowled at Harry, before trying to think. What would embarrass him?
"Professor Snape, what's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you?" She smirked.
"I'm not friends with you at the moment, but that's pretty good one." Harry nodded.
"It'll be something Lily Evans said." Lucius snorted.
"I take it all back, I don't want to hear about romantic things my mother said." Harry said scrunching up his nose.
"Am I to answer this question, or not?" Severus said impatiently.
"Sorry, Sev, go on." Harry apologized.
"Hermione said I was her handsome hero." Severus said blankly.
"Awww." Harry smiled. "That is so sweet."
"When did she say that?" Ron asked accusingly.
"When we were in bed." Severus smirked, taking a great amount of pleasure in look of pain on Ron's face.
"You were just waiting for him to ask that." Draco laughed.
"Of course." Severus agreed, sending another smirk Ron's way.
"I thought I was your hero." Ron whined, and all eyes turned to Hermione.
"Awkward." Ginny mumbled to Draco who nodded.
"Yeah, well," Hermione looked around the room wildly, as if an escape route would make it's self apparent to her. "Severus is my hero now." She said apologetically.
"This is getting much too… romantic." Lucius said disgustedly. "Severus, take your turn."
"You're being quiet." Harry said to the adorable creature on his lap.
"Oh well, I really cannot fathom why. I've been forced to turn into this pathetic form, I'm sitting on your lap, and you keep stroking me and making me purr. Not to mention the fact I cannot be sarcastic with everyone, nor can I insult people, or command them to follow and abide by my rules. There's absolutely no reason for me to be quiet. I'm having the time of my life down here." Voldemort said as sarcastically as possible… considering he was a cat, and he was speaking through a mind link.
"Wow, sarcasm overload there." Harry giggled. "Life isn't all that bad."
The cub on Harry's lap growled deeply at that.
"Truth or dare?" Harry snapped back into the conversation, and found that Severus had already spun the bottle, and it had landed on Hermione.
"That's great! He'll never ask her to do anything embarrassing." Harry moaned.
"I'll do a dare." Hermione grinned.
"Great. We all know what he's going to pick. He'll dare her to kiss him or something." Ron spat.
"Fortunately for me, Weasley, I don't need to dare Hermione to kiss me. She enjoys it of her own accord." Severus said coldly.
"I think you got beaten there, Ron." Harry laughed.
"I hate this prison so much." Ron muttered.
"Hermione, I dare you to create a poem about Ronald Weasley." He finished.
"Not very original, Severus." Lucius pointed out.
"Perhaps, perhaps not. However, the result should be highly pleasurable all the same." He smirked.
"A poem?" Hermione asked.
"A poem." Severus repeated.
"About Ron?" She asked again.
"About Weasley, yes." Severus said, becoming slightly exasperated.
Hermione stared ahead blankly. "It doesn't have to be a love poem, does it?"
"I'd be rather offended if it was." Severus said quickly.
"Good." Hermione smiled.
"Are you going to do your bloody dare or what?" Ron growled.
"I've got to think of it now!" Hermione shouted back. "Give me five minutes." She said, and got up, and scurried off into a corner.
Everyone sighed. Draco, Ginny and Lucius started talking to each other. Bellatrix resumed her new favorite pastime; glaring at Ron.
"Hey Tom," Harry started. "Can you roar?"
"You do like asking difficult questions, don't you?" Voldemort seethed inside his mind.
"I'll take that as a no then." Harry sighed.
"I can roar!" Voldemort insisted.
"Prove it." Harry smirked.
"I will." Voldemort declared.
The panther Voldemort stretched from his comfortable position in Harry's lap, and opened his mouth wide.
Only a pitiful little meow came out.
"Awww," Draco, Ginny and Harry cooed.
"So cute." Harry smiled.
"I'm not cute." Voldemort snarled through the mind link.
"You are!" Harry insisted. "Ok, anybody who thinks Tom is a gorgeous cat, say aye."
"Aye." Ginny, Draco, Lucius and Bellatrix piped up.
"Wait until I get my magic back…" Voldemort said threateningly.
"Yeah, yeah." Harry said offhandedly.
"Does anyone know a word that rhymes with bastard?" Hermione shouted to the rest of the group, causing everyone to snigger.
"Why does everyone hate me so much?" Ron whined.
"I don't hate you." Harry said soothingly. "I just don't like some of the things you do." He explained.
"I, however, do hate you." Severus said proudly, and Lucius nodded in his agreement.
"Well, that's pretty obvious." Harry said earnestly, although he was muffling a laugh.
"Do you mind not laughing? You are jostling me about." Voldemort growled.
"Sorry!" Harry said, quickly calming down. "Are you done yet, Hermione?" Harry called out.
"Nearly!" She shouted back.
"Such a perfectionist." Harry rolled his eyes.
"If we had a future," Severus started bitterly, sending a glare to Voldemort. "Is this what it would hold for me?" He asked, trying to bring a sense of normality back to the situation.
"She'll take two minutes getting ready in the morning, but give her an essay, and she'll take two hours going through it." Harry shrugged. "She'll reread what she calls 'source material' about three times, no matter how long it takes, but tell her you're going to Hogsmeade, and she'll already be ready to go." Harry sighed. "That's just Hermione."
"I heard all of that!" She said crossly, coming back over.
"You're done then?" Lucius asked hopefully.
"I think so." She said thoughtfully. "Although-"
"No althoughs please!" Harry interrupted. "Just get on with it already!"
Hermione huffed, and sent a death glare his way. "Ronald Weasley is a curious fellow, Ronald Weasley never managed to turn his rat yellow. Ronald Weasley is an annoying git, Ronald Weasley talks nothing but shit." She began, and already everyone but Ron was trying to hide their laughter. "Ronald Weasley can be loyal and kind, but Ronald Weasley often talks from his behind. Ronald Weasley thinks he is hot, Ronald Weasley is really, really not."
"Oh my God…" Harry breathed, tears stinging his eyes.
"I'll, for once, echo the sentiment." Voldemort agreed.
"Ronald Weasley can be as dumb as an ox, Ronald Weasley can barely cast a nox."
"I'm better at it now!" Ron sad defensively.
"Ronald Weasley can be a really good friend," Ron perked up as she said this. "But Ronald Weasley finds it hard to comprehend."
"What does that mean?" He asked, confused, and Lucius just sighed.
"I really wish Ronald Weasley could see, that Ronald Weasley really should be happy for me." She finished to applause from Severus, Harry, Ginny, Lucius, Draco and to her immense surprise, Bellatrix.
"Not bad… for a mudblood." She admitted through gritted teeth.
"See! I knew they'd end up best mates!" Harry sniggered. "Are you going to be taking a best friend bond like me and Tom?"
"I don't think so!" Both women spluttered at the same time.
Harry and Severus raised an eyebrow.
"Don't say anything!" Hermione said warningly.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Severus said quickly.
"Neither would I, I know what you're like when you're mad." Harry shuddered.
"What is she like?" Lucius questioned.
"Depends what kind of mad." Harry shrugged.
"I am right here you know!" Hermione huffed.
"What about, really angry kind of mad?" Draco said cautiously.
"She shouts, and then she'll insult you, and then five minutes later she'll feel really horrible and come running to you for forgiveness." Harry laughed.
"This is the most embarrassing…" Hermione muttered, trailing off.
"Upset mad?" Draco asked again.
"That's the one I don't like. She goes really, really quiet. Then she says, she's fine, and she just doesn't speak to you."
"Your friend goes quiet on you, and that upsets you?" Bellatrix snorted.
"Well, I wouldn't expect you to understand, you don't have any friends." Harry smiled happily.
"It's my turn." Hermione interjected. She reached out and spun the bottle, which landed on Ron.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare. I can be a hero too!" He said defiantly, and Severus rolled his eyes.
"Speak backwards for three turns." Hermione said quickly.
"Easy that's." Ron said proudly.
"I can't believe you found a way to make him more annoying." Ginny sighed.
"Annoying not I'm hey." Ron said after a moment, his face the picture of concentration.
"I bet he can't keep it up." Harry laughed.
"Up shut." Ron moaned. "Turn my."
Harry was idly stroking a purring Voldemort, when a thought occurred to him. "You know, your dare was up one turn ago." He grinned.
"I didn't notice." Voldemort said bewildered.
"That's your cat body betraying you." Harry laughed. "Are you going to turn back then?"
Harry realized is mistake too late, for Voldemort quickly transformed back into a human.
Harry now had a lapful of Dark Lord.
"Do you mind getting off my lap?" Harry said impatiently. "Your crushing me."
"As much as I like the idea of causing you pain, I think I will get off your lap." Voldemort said, and quickly stood up, and went back to his place.
"Now turn my have I can?" Ron interrupted.
"I suppose so." Harry sighed. "My laps cold now." He complained.
"I'm sure the Weasley girl won't mind filling it." Voldemort snorted.
"I'd rather have Lucius than her." He said, giving Ginny a dirty look. "Hell, I'd rather have Ron." He laughed.
Ron ignored everybody else, and spun the bottle. It landed on Harry.
"Dare or truth?"
"Hmm. Truth, I suppose."
"Says the man who was complaining nobody picked dare." Voldemort said, and Lucius and Bellatrix snorted.
"Hey! I can pick truth if I want." Harry said angrily.
"Me from kept you've secret one me tell." Ron finally managed to say, stumbling over the words a few times.
"I was supposed to be sorted into Slytherin, but instead, I begged the sorting hat to put me in Gryffindor." Harry blurted.
"God my oh!"
"STOP SAYING THAT!" Voldemort screamed, but was ignored in favor of Harry.
"Is that true?" Hermione gasped.
"Well, the Veritaserum does last twenty-four hours without the antidote, so it must be." Severus said suspiciously.
"Of course, as you know, I'm such a powerful wizard that I don't follow the rules of reality." Harry said innocently. "I'm immortal, unbelievably lucky, and I completely ignore the effects of potions." Harry said sarcastically.
"I think he might even be more sarcastic than you, Sevvy." Bellatrix sniggered.
"Sometimes I think you could be Severus's son." Lucius shook his head.
"I'm happy being a Potter, thank you!" Harry pretended to be offended. "Harry Snape doesn't have quite the same ring to it."
"A tiny piece of my soul just died at your momentous insult." Severus pretended to seethe.
"Sorry Sev!" Harry said apologetically. "I can't imagine ever been anything but a Potter." He said thoughtfully.
"Harry Weasley, Harry Malfoy, Harry Black or Lestrange, Harry Granger, Harry Riddle, are they not doing anything for you?" Draco mocked.
"Weasley?" Harry cringed.
"Maybe not." Draco offered.
"Harry Malfoy isn't bad." Harry grinned. "Which one of you lovely gentlemen is up for marrying me then?" He joked. "I'm just kidding." He amended at Draco's horrified look. "I couldn't be Harry Granger, Hermione is pretty happy with Severus." He said smiling at Hermione. "I wouldn't touch Bellatrix with a barge pole." He continued, scrunching up his nose in disgust.
"The feeling is more than mutual." She sneered.
"Only one option left then." Ginny said mockingly.
Harry laughed. "Sorry, Tom, I love you, but not like that. You hate your name anyway."
"Disgusting muggle name." He agreed.
"Plus, Harry Riddle doesn't have a ring to it either." Harry shook his head.
"Game the to back get we can?" Ron managed to splutter.
"Yeah… what were we talking about anyway?" Harry asked, confused.
"How you were nearly sorted into my house." Severus reminded him.
"Oh yeah! I'm a secret Slytherin." He grinned.
"I don't doubt it." Severus agreed. "Your turn then, Harry."
Harry reached out and spun the bottle, which landed on Draco.
Harry smirked. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." He replied confidently.
"You really are an idiot sometimes, Draco." Lucius mumbled.
"Drakey-poo, that wasn't a good choice." Bellatrix chastised.
"No, it wasn't." Harry cried out happily. "I dare you to serenade Hermione, with the song, Witchcraft! And make it look like you love her!" Harry insisted.
"Another muggle song?" Voldemort asked, a slight hint of exasperation in his tone.
"Another muggle song." Harry confirmed.
"I love that song." Hermione sighed.
"Serenade? You do understand the definition of the word?" Severus said crossly from Harry's side.
"I might not be as well-spoken as you, Lucius or Hermione, but I do know what serenade means." Harry drawled.
"I'll get my music." Hermione huffed. "Looks like you have another song to learn, Draco." She smirked.
"I don't think I like the sound of this." Lucius said suspiciously.
"It's a good song!" Harry said defensively.
Draco sighed. "Father, it's got to be better than: "Don't go breaking my heart!"
"Promising sounds title the." Ron tried to say kindly, he was making an effort to be nicer now.
"Serenade." Severus muttered under his breath.
Hermione mumbled some incantation under her breath, and passed her walkman to Draco, who quickly put the headphones on his head.
"Is it a love song?" Ginny asked disappointedly.
"Oh Lord…" Draco breathed as he listened to it. "Sort of." He said meekly. Ginny was going to be pissed off at him for this…
"Harry, is it a love song?" Severus whispered in his ear.
"I suppose so." Harry whispered back. "I wouldn't worry, Hermione won't be interested in him." Harry smiled encouragingly.
"Can I even sing this?" Draco whined.
"I'm sure you'll find yourself more than capable. Now, stop whining." Voldemort snapped.
"Temper!" Harry mockingly chastised.
"Try not having a temper when you're playing a childish game, and haven't eaten any proper food." Voldemort grumbled.
"Does it have to be Hermione?" Ginny interrupted. "Can't he serenade me?" She asked pleadingly.
"Ummm… no." Harry smirked.
"You are a cruel boy." Severus said approvingly. "Are you sure you are not a complete Slytherin?"
"I'm half Slytherin, half Gryffindor." Harry grinned. "I'm happy where I am at the moment, thank you."
"Harry, I'm your best female friend, right?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"Of course." Harry said quickly.
"So why did you do this stupid dare?" She raged.
"Because I thought it would be embarrassing?" Harry smiled nervously.
"More likely he wanted to see the drama that will undoubtedly unfold." Lucius interjected smugly.
"Oh darn, you gave the game away." Harry pouted.
"Why am I even playing this stupid game?" Bellatrix muttered under her breath, glaring at Ron.
"To you told Voldemort Lord because." Ron supplied helpfully.
"Thanks for being so helpful." She snarled.
"Worries no." Ron smiled.
"Ron's acting a bit weird…" Harry said cautiously.
"Bat the than more me like will Hermione so nicer be to trying I'm." Ron tried to explain.
"I understood about half of that." Harry said, trying to decipher what his friend was saying.
"He says he's trying to be nicer to make the mudblood like him better than Sevvy." Bellatrix snorted.
"You thank." Ron declared.
"Your not welcome." Bellatrix put on a fake smile.
"Ok, I think I'm ready." Draco declared, taking off the headphones.
"Use a butter beer bottle as a microphone!" Ginny giggled.
Draco rolled his eyes, but picked up the bottle anyway.
"Ready then?" Hermione asked.
"I suppose, stand up then." Draco grimaced, and Hermione put the music on, and dutifully stood up.
"Those fingers in my hair, that sly come hither stare, that strips my conscience bare, it's witchcraft." Draco crooned, approaching Hermione.
"He's got such a dreamy voice." Ginny sighed, and Severus already looked like he could murder Draco.
"And I've got no defense for it. The heat is too intense for it, what good would common sense for it do…" He continued to sing, and captured a lock of her hair in his fingers, and started playing with it, while gazing at her adoringly.
"That looks realistic." Ginny frowned.
"Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft… and although I know it's strictly taboo!" He sang, and Hermione smiled.
"When you arouse the need in me, my heart says yes indeed in me, proceed with what you're leading me too." He crooned, blushing slightly.
Ginny looked angry, and Severus was snarling.
"Your eyes are going to turn green if you're not careful." Harry whispered in his ear.
"It's such an ancient pitch, but one I wouldn't switch, cause there's no nicer witch than you…" Draco smiled as he sang softly.
"I don't like the way he's looking at her." Ginny huffed.
"I'll agree with the Weasley girl for the first, and only time." Severus said lowly, keep his eyes firmly on Draco and Hermione.
"Stop being so jealous." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Poor Sevvy." Bellatrix laughed.
"Cause it's witchcraft, that crazy witchcraft, and although I know, it's strictly taboo! When you arouse the need in me, my heart says yes indeed in me, proceed with what you're leading me to." Draco continued to croon, softly caressing Hermione's cheek with the back of his index finger.
Severus writhed in irritation.
Voldemort, Harry, Bellatrix and Lucius were laughing their arses off. Ron was scowling, Ginny looked angry.
"It's such an ancient pitch, but one that I'd never switch, because there's no nicer witch than you." Draco finished.
Harry clapped vigorously. "Go Draco!"
"Yes, well, that's quite enough of that." Severus said firmly, as Hermione sat down beside him.
"You don't need to be so possessive." Hermione giggled.
"Forgive me if I rather like our current status, and wish to keep it that way." Severus said quietly, moving himself closer to her.
"Ok, enough soppy stuff." Harry interjected. "Draco, your turn," He tried to change the subject, only to have it changed back again.
"Do you like Hermione?" Ginny asked accusingly.
"Of course I do, she's a nice girl." Draco blurted.
"Well, maybe you'd like to go out with her instead then." Ginny huffed.
"I can't, she's with Severus." Draco moaned.
"Wrong answer!" Harry laughed, causing him to receive a glare from Draco.
"Harry is right, that is the wrong answer! So, you'd be with her, if she wasn't with Professor Snape?" She snorted.
"Ye- no!" Draco tried to plead.
"You nearly said yes!" Ginny shrieked.
"Tom, can you do a wandless silencing spell?" Harry asked pleading as Ginny continued to scream at a very scared looking Draco.
"No." Voldemort said apologetically. "I'm afraid not."
"Damn it." Harry grumbled.
"-And another thing, how come Professor Snape can pay compliments, and you can't?" She yelled.
"I hardly think it's fair to insult my sons compliment giving skills." Lucius said bravely.
"And you can shut up." She snarled.
"Yes, miss." Lucius said hurriedly, and immediately went silent and shuffled back from the circle.
"Ginny, my sweetheart, my angel, my lovely girl." Draco said soothingly. "I want you, not Hermione."
"At the moment." She huffed.
"Drakey-poo, just accept she is wrong for you." His aunt tried to say kindly, and ended up sounding rather demented.
"And you can shut up you bloody mad bitch." Ginny snapped, with immense venom and hatred.
"Ok." Bellatrix replied meekly, and like Lucius, backed away from the circle slightly.
"She can be rather scary when she's angry." Severus commented.
"Is she scaring you?" Harry quietly teased.
"No. But she scared Lucius and Bellatrix." He pointed out.
"I don't think I've ever seen such a ferocious girl." Voldemort supplied.
"Ginny." Hermione interjected, looking fed up.
"What?"
"I don't want him. You are more than welcome to him. I'm very happy spending the little time I have, with Severus." She rolled her eyes. "Come on, us Gryffindors only have a very limited time to live. We might as well enjoy it."
"I didn't think about that." Ginny said quietly.
"Shall we continue then?" Harry piped up.
"Yes. My turn." Draco hurriedly said, and spun the bottle. It landed on Bellatrix.
"Not again." He moaned. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth." She quickly said.
"If you had to pick to marry either Harry, Severus or Ron, who would you pick and why?"
"Good one." Harry said approvingly.
"I'd pick the freckled carrot, because he's the least annoying, and easiest on the eye." She blurted, and quickly clasped her hand over her mouth.
"Oh-" Harry began.
"Don't you dare say that." Voldemort said darkly, and Harry quickly shut up.
"Easiest on the eye? You fancy him?" Hermione asked, wide-eyed and in shock.
"No!" Bellatrix snapped. "Out of those three, he is the easiest on the eye. I didn't say he was easy on the eye." She tried to explain.
"Well, I'm happy it wasn't me at least." Harry sighed.
"I'll agree with you." Severus nodded his head.
"Bella… Ronald Weasley?" Lucius asked, raising an eyebrow. "Surely, Severus would have been a better bet?"
"Well, it was pretend, so who cares?" She said crossly.
"Care I!" Ron piped up for the first time.
"You can speak normally now." Hermione reminded him.
"Thank God, that was getting so annoying." Ron breathed. "And like I was saying, I care! I don't want to marry her!"
"Bellatrix Weasley." Lucius said smugly. "I like that. It holds a certain…"
"Allure?" Severus added, sharing a smirk with Hermione.
"If you like." Lucius chuckled.
"I wish I'd asked something more sensible." Draco muttered.
"Where would the fun be then?" Harry sniggered.
"Away. Far away, where it should be." Voldemort said, completely exasperated.
"Bellabitch, take your turn already." Ron said coldly.
"With pleasure." She said with false kindness.
She reached out and spun the bottle, which landed on Voldemort.
"Truth or dare, my Lord?"
"Truth." He replied instantly.
Bellatrix looked around for inspiration. "Who do you hate most out of your followers?"
"What a waste of a question. You could of asked him anything." Harry laughed, and Severus sniggered.
"Indeed, I find myself agreeing with my best friend. A waste. I would have told you the answer without you wasting your question."
"Well? What's the answer then?" Harry asked.
"At this present moment in time, I hate… Bellabitch the most." He said thoughtfully. "However, before, I hated Lucius. Abandoning me for a slice of cake, indeed." He huffed. "Other times, I hate Wormtail." He sneered.
"Oh, I hate him too." Harry agreed.
"If you two are done comparing notes on who you hate?" Hermione interjected.
"Harry, spin the bottle for me."
"You did it yourself last time!" Harry argued.
"Well, you can do it for me this time, can't you." Voldemort said innocently.
Harry acquiesced and spun the bottle, which landed on Hermione,
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth." She said confidently. "I did a dare last time."
"Harry, think of some dastardly question for me." Voldemort demanded.
"Why does everyone always turn to me?" He huffed.
"Because you are sad enough to have thought about questions beforehand." Lucius pointed out.
Harry narrowed his eyes at his friend. "Yeah, thanks for that Lucius."
"He's probably right." Bellatrix sniggered.
"Tom, I'll help you if you make people stop picking on me." Harry whined.
"Stop bullying Harry, you'll surrender your sanity if you do." Voldemort growled warningly, and Bellatrix and Lucius fell into silence.
"Thank you, Tom." Harry smiled. "Hmmm, embarrassing truth questions."
"Harry, don't…" Hermione said pleadingly.
"Sorry!" He said, smirking all the while. He thought for a moment while Hermione grumbled under her breath.
"I know!" Harry cried out. "Tell her to rank all of the men in the room according to attractiveness." He declared.
"How would you rank all of the men in the room, according to what you think of their looks?" Voldemort asked her.
"You evil little…" Hermione raged at her best friend.
Harry just beamed innocently.
"First on the list would be Severus." She said immediately.
"Obviously." Severus drawled, although everybody noticed the hint of satisfaction in his voice.
"Number two would be… Lucius." Hermione said thoughtfully, and the man in question started preening. "Then, Draco, definitely." She continued, and Draco also started preening.
"Draco?" Severus snorted.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Number four would have to be… Harry."
"I'll take a four!" Harry said optimistically. "I'm not last at least."
"Then Ron, and umm… Lord Voldemort." She said awkwardly.
"What can you expect when you look like a snake?" Harry giggled at Voldemort's offended expression.
"Perhaps… but the Weasel ahead of me?" He said angrily.
"Get over it." Harry moaned.
"I'm number five?" Ron spat bitterly. "You think Draco is better looking than me?"
"I don't know anyone who doesn't." Ginny laughed.
Ron glowered at his sister.
"I think she's got the order mostly correct." Lucius said thoughtfully. "However we all know I should have claimed the top spot." He said proudly.
"Satan will have his skates on first." Hermione interjected, and all of the purebloods looked confused. "Muggle saying." She amended.
"I do wish you'd stop using those." Lucius drawled.
"I don't know, muggles have some pretty interesting sayings." Draco said, turning the latest one over in his mind.
"Can we get back to the subject matter please?" Ron said furiously. "NUMBER FIVE!" He screamed.
"Be thankful you are that high, you wouldn't have been on my list." Bellatrix sneered.
"Have you forgotten your admission earlier?" Harry pointed out. "You said he was easy on the eye!"
"I did not!" She yelled indignantly.
"Did too!" Harry shot back.
"Did not!" She replied.
"Did too!" Harry said fiercely.
"Did not!" She whined.
"You're both being very childish." Voldemort sighed.
"We're not!" Both Harry and Bellatrix responded at exactly the same time.
"Well, you're being very… annoying." Harry retorted, and realized he was being very childish.
"Am not!" Voldemort cried.
"Are too!" Harry snorted.
"Enough!" Severus bellowed, and everyone went silent. "Let's continue with the game."
"Alright, Sev." Harry pouted, and settled for glaring at Bellatrix and his best friend.
"That was so embarrassing." Hermione muttered angrily.
"It could have been much worse." Severus said comfortingly.
"I guess so." Hermione sighed. "My turn then!" She announced, and reached out and spun the bottle, which landed on Lucius.
"Truth or dare?"
"Tru-" Lucius began, and Voldemort glared at him. "Dare." He quickly changed.
"Dare him to look less than perfect!" Ginny suggested.
"I'm afraid that's impossible." Lucius said proudly.
"It just became possible with the way your head has just inflated." Severus said cuttingly.
"Let's not go down the petty insults route." Draco said in defense of his father.
"Yeah." Harry agreed. "Come on, Hermione, give him a dare."
Hermione felt angry, and she wanted to take it out on someone. What would embarrass Lucius?
"We haven't got all day. In fact, the Gryffindors probably only have an hour." Harry deadpanned.
"Ok, ok!" She snapped, and stood up. She walked over to Lucius and whispered in his ear: "I dare you to try and seduce Bellatrix, for the rest of the game."
She pulled back, and Lucius looked absolutely horrified.
"You… are truly the cruelest witch I have ever had the immense misfortune to ever encounter!" Lucius declared dramatically.
"I know." Hermione smiled, and sat back down next to Severus.
"What did you dare him to do?" Severus asked, with a satisfied, yet suspicious smirk.
"Yes, tell us." Harry whined.
Hermione whispered the dare in Severus's ear. He burst out laughing.
"You're not going to tell me?" Harry asked, offended.
"Nope." Hermione grinned. "Right, on with the game!"
Lucius grumbled, but reached out and spun the bottle, which landed on Severus.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Severus responded quickly.
"Do you purposefully make all of your potions taste horrible?" Lucius questioned, remembering their conversation yesterday.
"Yes, I do, I also try and make them the vilest color possible." He confessed.
"I thought so, Sev." Harry said proudly. "Are you capable of making potions taste nice?" He asked.
"More than capable." Severus insisted.
"Bella, I've never noticed how… alluring you are before." Lucius purred, suddenly remembering his dare.
"Have you hit your head Lucy?" Bellatrix asked, confused.
"On the contrary, everything seems to be perfect in my world right now." He continued.
Bellatrix just stared blankly at him, and everyone else was giving Lucius a suspicious look.
"If you could stop flirting for a moment," Severus huffed. "I'll take my turn."
"They were flirting?" Draco asked, completely appalled.
"You seem to flirt with Hermione just fine, can't you recognize flirting when you see it? Or are you just stupid?" Ginny said coldly.
"Let's not start all of that again." Harry groaned. "Sev, spin the bloody bottle already."
Severus reached out, and spun the bottle, which landed on Harry.
"Truth or dare?"
"I'll do truth." Harry said thoughtfully.
"Who is your favorite teacher?"
"Why ask something like that?" Harry asked immediately.
"Because I'd like to know." Severus said, his eyes narrowing.
"Meaning you don't know what else to ask me." Harry grinned.
"Just answer the question. You're not in class now, so it's one you should be able to answer." Severus retorted.
"Wow, harsh!" Harry cried, clutching his chest dramatically.
"You expected something else?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not really." Harry confirmed. "Right. My favorite teacher, now, is you. My favorite ever teacher, would be Remus." He said thoughtfully.
"I should have known you'd pick your werewolf." Severus shook his head.
"Hey! Remus was a brilliant teacher. Wasn't he Ginny?" Harry winked, remembering her confession.
"Yeah…" She sighed dreamily. "So… rugged."
"Well, that's Ginny off in her own little world." Draco laughed.
"Bella, you know, I always thought you were more attractive than Narcissa." Lucius interjected, remembering his dare.
"Really?" She asked incredulously.
"Most definitely." He purred.
"Why did you marry her then?" She asked suspiciously.
"I thought you didn't like me." Lucius lied.
"I've always liked you." Bellatrix said, wiggling her eyebrows slightly, and Lucius had to hurry to mask his disgust at such a prospect.
"This is getting disturbing." Harry shuddered.
"I regret doing that dare now." Hermione muttered.
"I thought you hated him?" Draco said, becoming suspicious.
"It was pretend." Bellatrix explained, and started gazing at Lucius, who was panicking now and determined not to say anything else to Bellatrix. Damn Hermione for doing such a stupid dare!
"Anyway!" Harry yelled. "I'm taking my turn now!" He huffed, and spun the bottle, which landed on Ginny.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Nobody is picking dare." Harry complained. "Ok then. If you had to have sex with either Dumblewhore, Fudge, or… Hagrid, who would you choose?" Harry grinned.
"Oh, Harry. How cruel." Voldemort said approvingly.
"Thank you!" Harry announced, bowing his head.
"You're horrible Harry." Draco said, amused, and his father nodded his head in agreement.
"Fudge." Ginny said through gritted teeth, with barely contained anger.
"Fudge?" Voldemort asked, and everyone but Ginny laughed hysterically.
"You'll have to let us know whether he keeps his bowler hat on in bed." Hermione suggested, and was rewarded by a renewed wave of laughter from everybody, apart from Ginny of course.
"You guys are evil." She frowned.
"You were also rather evil in your revenge towards Harry, unless my memory fails me." Lucius said, raising an eyebrow.
Ginny mumbled something under her breath.
"Hey, Hermione," Harry started, and she looked up at him.
"Yes?"
"Have you decided what song you want at your funeral?" He asked cheekily.
"No, why would-" She realized a stumble, and quickly corrected herself. "I'm going to presume you have."
"I want 'Wake me Up Before You Go Go.' Harry said with a wry smile.
"God, Harry!" Hermione cringed.
"I'll remember it for you." Draco offered.
"Thank you." Harry nodded curtly. "Or maybe 'Return to Sender'… he trailed off."
"Weasley, spin the bottle before my best friend here gets anymore ideas." Voldemort said quickly on seeing Harry's demented expression.
Ginny reached out, and spun the bottle. It landed on Ron.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare." He said quickly, and then seemingly regretted it. "No, wait!"
"Too late!" She said happily.
Lucius suddenly smirked, and whispered something in Ginny's ear.
She smiled, and nodded. "Ron, I dare you to French kiss Bellatrix again."
"Again?" Harry moaned.
"I will not allow this… again!" Bellatrix raged.
"You will." Voldemort said coldly.
"Yes, My Lord." She replied, again, looking angry.
"Please, no, Ginny, I've already done that!" Ron pleaded.
"Sorry. Now, just hurry up and do it." She giggled.
Both Ron and Bellatrix's faces were scrunched up in pure disgust.
"I don't want to." Ron whined.
"We have to do it, so stop whining." Bellatrix seethed, before moving closer to him…
Just before their mouths met, Harry felt Severus's strong, but gentle hand covering his eyes.
"Why doesn everyone do that?" Harry muttered.
"Because we care about you, and don't want you to see it." Severus said dryly.
Eventually, he lifted his hand away, and Harry saw a dazed expression on Ron's face.
He was tracing his lips with his middle, and index fingers. "I remember!" He suddenly declared.
"What?" Draco asked, confused.
"I remember snuggling up to her… and how sexy she is!" Ron said, surprising himself.
"I knew he would." Lucius said proudly.
"Whoa, hold it." Harry said, holding his hand up. "You said is as in present tense."
"Crap," Ron muttered. "Slip of the tongue?" He offered weakly.
"So, you remember everything that happened to you?" Severus asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah." Ron nodded. "People liked me!" He whined.
"Well, you were a lot nicer." Ginny shrugged, and Hermione agreed with her.
"I hope you remember all of those awful compliments you gave me, and how sad they were." Bellatrix snorted.
"The Veela council…" Ron shuddered. "I can't bare this." He suddenly declared, and reached out and spun the bottle before anyone could say anything more. It landed on Draco.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"What's the biggest prank you've ever pulled?" Ron asked, and Harry looked shocked.
"That's a rather mundane question." He stated blankly.
"I can be a very mundane, mellow, guy." He said happily, sure that being completely laidback and nice was the way to win Hermione back from the bat.
"The biggest prank…" Draco thought for a moment. "I filled McGonagall's desk with Weasley's Wicked Goo." He confessed.
"I thought I told you not to use those products!" His father raged.
"But it was worth it!" Draco snapped defensively.
"That was you?" Severus asked darkly, anger flashing in his eyes. "Do you have any idea, how long I had to work to brew her a potion to turn her skin back to it's original color? How long she refused to leave my quarters in her fear that somebody would see her?" He seethed. "You… insolent, ignorant boy!"
"Severus, no use getting angry about it now." Hermione said comfortingly, and grabbed his hand and traced idle patterns on his palm.
"Sorry, Severus." Draco said apologetically.
Severus glared at him, before succumbing to Hermione's calming influence.
"I think you're going soft." Lucius teased.
"As soft as your head or…?" Severus trailed off, smirking.
"I'm spinning the bottle now." Draco announced, and did so. It landed on Lucius.
"Truth or dare, father?"
"Truth." He replied firmly.
"Why were you flirting with Aunt Bella?" He asked accusingly.
"Because Hermione dared me." He blurted.
Hermione looked guilty.
"Hermione!" Harry, Draco and Ginny gasped.
"I thought it would be funny." She whistled innocently.
"You sound far too much like Harry for my liking." Lucius frowned.
Bellatrix looked slightly disappointed.
"How could you do that?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Jealous, Ron?" She asked teasingly.
"No!" He insisted.
"I bet he can't wait to take her to his bed." Harry grinned.
"Bad mental image!" Ron screamed, and Bellatrix cringed.
"Let us continue before my patience runs out completely." Voldemort growled.
Lucius tentatively reached out and spun the bottle, which landed on Harry.
"Truth or dare?"
"I'm going to be a hypocrite and go with truth." Harry smiled.
"I thought you would." Lucius rolled his eyes. "What's the most Slytherin thing you've ever done?"
Harry took a moment to think. "I pretended Tom had possessed me to get out of a lesson with Dumblewhore." Harry looked guilty.
"You pretended that I possessed you?" Tom spluttered.
"Yeah…" Harry trailed off awkwardly.
"Is that when you went missing for three weeks before Christmas?" Draco asked.
"Yup, he kept me in his quarters." Harry shuddered. "Refused to let me out of his sight, and kept talking to me like I was Tom."
"I remember that." Hermione nodded. "We couldn't see him or anything."
"Didn't quite work out in the way you wanted it too." Bellatrix laughed. "Spending three weeks alone with Dumblewhore, even I'll pity you Potty."
"It was horrible." Harry whined. "Anyway, my turn." He said, like nothing had happened.
He reached out and spun the bottle, which to his great pleasure, landed on Voldemort.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare." He said bravely.
Harry thought for a moment, and had the vague feeling the Rodolphus would be coming very soon.
"I dare you to duet 'My Way' with me." He grinned.
"You want me to sing?" He spluttered, and looked outraged at the prospect.
"Very much so."
"Perfect song." Hermione approved.
"Is that the one with the curtain thing?" Ginny asked, vaguely remembering it from a time Hermione had tried to teach her about muggle music.
"Yeah, I'll get my walkman then." She sighed.
"I know the song." Voldemort said blankly.
"How?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Does it matter?" Voldemort glared at him.
"I suppose not, no." Harry amended.
"I'll just get the music then." Hermione huffed.
"It's a little ironic, no?" Voldemort eventually asked as Hermione was rummaging around in her satchel.
"Yes." Harry smiled. "I like a bit of irony to end a life with." He said dryly.
"Why do I get the feeling this is a sad song?" Draco asked cautiously.
"Not a sad song, per se." Harry debated with himself. "Not a happy go lucky thing, not like your songs." He said playfully.
"Are you really going to sing, My Lord?" Bellatrix asked disbelievingly.
"Do I appear to have another choice?" Voldemort growled.
"We've never heard you sing, My Lord." Lucius quickly added.
"Today is the day then!" Harry announced.
"Got it!" Hermione declared. "Ready then?" She asked, setting the music up again, and muttering several wandless incantations.
"Looks like it." Voldemort grumbled, and stood up, along with Harry.
The music began to play, and eager eyes landed on the two men who were now standing next to each other.
"And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain." Harry began to sing, and everyone was amazed how good he sounded, not to mention how ironic that first line was.
"My friend, I'll say it clear. I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived, a life that's full, I traveled each and every highway, and more, much more than this, I did it… my way." Harry finished his line, and Voldemort took a very deep breath. All eyes were on him now, and only him.
"Regrets, I've had a few. But then again, too few to mention. I did, what I had to do, and saw it through, without exemption." Voldemort sang, and as everyone expected, he was a deep baritone, a perfect contrast to Harry's higher pitched voice. Everyone was again, surprised at how good a singer Lord Voldemort really was.
"I planned, each charted course, each careful step, along the byway. And more, much more than this, I did it… my way." Voldemort sang, looking directly at Harry.
"Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew. When I bit off more than I could chew!" Harry sang louder, bringing his voice to the natural crescendo of the song.
"But through it all, when there was doubt…" Voldemort continued for him.
"I ate it up! And spit it out." Harry sang, smirking all the while.
"I faced it all, and I stood tall…" Harry sang, building his voice up again for the next crescendo.
"And did it, my way!" They sang together, and everyone was sure the room shook with the power and emotion behind it. Even Bellatrix was in awe.
"I've loved, I've laughed and cried…" Harry sang much softer.
"I've had my fill, my share of losing." Voldemort finished the line, and smirked slightly at the pure irony.
"And now, as tears subside, I find it all, so amusing." Harry sang with a sadness to his voice.
"To think, I did all that…" Harry continued, a slight awe in his voice as he remembered the events of the time they had been in this room.
"And may I say, not in a shy way." Voldemort interjected, and Harry had a feeling he would have huffed.
"Oh no, oh no, not me. I did it my way." Harry crooned.
"For what is a man, what has he got?" Voldemort sang powerfully.
"If not himself, then he has not." Harry sang, with almost the same power.
"To say the things, he truly feels," Harry sang again.
"And not the words, of one who kneels!" Voldemort finished the line, power radiating from his voice, again.
"The record shows, I took the blows." Harry sang, pointing to his scar.
"And did it, my way!" They finished, holding the last note.
"Yes, it was my way." They eventually sang softly, and the music finished.
Literally everybody in the room stood up, and gave them both a thunderous round of applause.
"That was so amazing…" Hermione breathed, tears glistening in her eyes.
"I can only agree with her." Severus said, smiling the smallest smile possible.
"Truly an astounding performance, My Lord." Lucius said enthusiastically, and Bellatrix nodded vehemently.
"Mate…" Ron breathed.
"That was really, really good." Draco and Ginny both said at the same time, and Harry blushed suddenly with all of the attention.
"Well, I can't take all the credit." Harry laughed.
"Yes. I sang too." Voldemort glared.
"You have a really good voice, if you weren't a Dark Lord, I'd suggest for you to go into muggle Opera." Harry teased, and swatted his best friend on the arm.
"And if you weren't my best friend, I'd torture for such a remark." Voldemort replied innocently.
"Now, why did you dare me to sing such a song with you?" Voldemort asked suspiciously.
Harry just sighed, and Voldemort had the feeling he should look at the door. Sure enough, as if Harry had known all along, the door crashed open to reveal an extremely shocked looking Rodolphus.
"Attero Munita!" He cried out, and the prison's barrier dissipated instantly.
"Oh well. That was fun." Harry sighed, and everyone started fumbling for their wands.
"First things first." Voldemort declared, and turned to Bellatrix. "Crucio!" He screamed with venom.
The crucio never hit it's target, instead, it hit Ron, who had walked in front of her.
"ARGH!" Ron screamed in pain, writhing on the floor.
"What the…" Harry breathed. "Let him go." He immediately demanded.
Voldemort grumbled, but broke the spell.
"It feels excellent to use magic again!" He declared, smiling.
"Why the hell did you just take a crucio for me?" Bellatrix demanded of the shivering boy on the floor.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" He snarled, and then whimpered in pain.
The rest of the group traded suspicious looks.
"It was an accident!" Ron insisted. "I was being clumsy!" They'd never believe him.
"My Lord…" Rodolphus breathed, and all attention was turned to him. "What is Harry Potter doing here?"
"None of your business." Voldemort said coldly. "Leave. Now."
Rodolphus scurried from the room without hesitation.
"Are we having a duel or what?" Harry said, having finally found his wand.
This was the time Voldemort was supposed to say something. But he drew a blank as he stared at his best friend.
"Well?" Harry sighed, and again received nothing in return.
'I should say something.' Voldemort panicked inside his mind as he watched Harry stare impatiently at him.
"Right, well, I'll say my goodbyes then, and you can just kill me." Harry groaned.
"That wont be necessary." Voldemort blurted.
"Let me have a good bye at least." Harry asked.
"You'll leave the war? All of you?" Voldemort asked the Gryffindors, and Severus.
"I already left." Harry said distantly.
"I don't want a part of it anymore." Severus said, and Hermione agreed with him, before stumbling slightly, she felt a nasty headache coming on.
"I'm with Harry, and only Harry." Ron breathed, despite the amount of pain he was still in from tremors.
"Sorry to say this, but I agree with my brother." Ginny looked at the floor.
"Then you can leave. All of you." Voldemort managed to say. "I shall personally see you off of my property." He said coldly, and began to leave the room. Ron managed to drag himself up off the floor, and everyone followed Voldemort.
"You're just letting us go then?" Harry asked incredulously, catching up to his best friend and walking beside him.
"Yes." Voldemort rolled his eyes. "I wasn't aware you were deaf."
Harry scowled slightly, but followed obediently, although still remaining beside Voldemort instead of behind him.
They traveled up the stairs and through corridors, and eventually, after passing some rather confused looking Death Eaters, they came to the apparation point outside.
"Severus," Hermione suddenly said. "I don't think I'll be able to apparate, I don't feel very good." She stumbled again, and Severus caught her, eyes full of concern.
"That's fine," He purred soothingly in her ear. "I'll take you." She grasped his arm tightly. "We'll wait for you all." And with that, and a loud crack, Severus and Hermione were gone.
"I can't apparate, remember?" Ginny interjected.
"That's ok, I'll take you." Draco smiled, and offered his arm. Ginny took it eagerly, and with another loud crack, they were gone.
"I don't think Ron is in any condition to apparate." Harry laughed.
"Bellatrix, take him." Voldemort commanded.
Bellatrix cringed, before making sure Ron had a firm grip on her. "I'll kill you for this." She sneered in his ear, before they too, disappeared with a loud crack.
"Tom?" Harry asked nervously.
"Harry?"
"I can't apparate." He confessed.
"I'll take him, My Lord." Lucius sighed, and reached out for Harry.
"No, I will. I wouldn't like to see my best friend without one of his legs." Voldemort replied, and Harry grabbed hold of his arm. Another loud crack, and an offended looking Lucius, and they arrived outside of the main gates.
Hermione was laying on the grass, with a worried Severus hovering over her. Ron was still shaking slightly, and clinging to Bellatrix like his life depended on it. Ginny and Draco were snogging furiously.
"Some things never change." Harry laughed.
"We better go back up to school before anyone spots us." Draco breathed, managing to break away from his girlfriend.
"Yeah…" Ginny said, biting her lip.
"See you in a bit." They both bid, and ran back up to Hogwarts.
"Can you walk now?" Bellatrix said impatiently, and although she'd vehemently deny this if ever asked, she felt a slight gratitude to the freckled carrot for taking a crucio for her, even if it was an accident.
"I think so." Ron confirmed, and took a few shaky steps.
"I'll be fine." Ron said at Harry's worried look. "See you in the dorms, unless Dumblewhore expels you." He joked, and started hobbling his way back up the path.
"Go back to the manor, Bellatrix." Voldemort commanded, and she bowed, and disapparated.
"What's wrong with Hermione?" Harry eventually asked.
"I'm just tired." She said. "I'll be fine, just let me rest on the grass a minute." Severus was still hovering, and Harry moved away from them, followed by Voldemort.
"It's been very, very weird." Harry spoke out loud, breaking the silence.
"Indeed. I would have never thought of myself playing a muggle game, and becoming best friend bonded with my mortal enemy." He chuckled.
"What happens with us now?" Harry asked nervously.
"What do you want to happen?" Voldemort questioned.
Harry laughed. "Is this the part where you declare your undying love to me then?"
"Certainly nothing so dramatic." Voldemort huffed. "Do you want us to fight each other, still?" He pressed.
"I don't want us to fight." Harry confirmed. "I've had enough of being Dumblewhore's weapon."
"I'm glad to hear it." Voldemort said encouragingly.
"Are we going to stay best friends then?" Harry asked tentatively.
Voldemort paused. "I wasn't aware there was any doubt as to that fact."
Harry smiled. "Good, you know, we should totally go on a lads holiday and get you a nice witch…" He grinned maliciously.
"As long as she doesn't look like Bellatrix." Voldemort said sarcastically.
Their little sarcastic best friend bubble was broken by a shriek of: "-I'm fine, stop fussing!"
"Let's go see what's up now." Harry laughed, and they both headed back to where Hermione was trying to stand up.
"It's only right that I should worry about you, I care about you!" Severus argued, not aware of the two men standing behind him.
"Who'd have thought it. Severus Snape being soppy." Harry laughed softly, and Severus whipped around, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
"Yes, well," he cleared his throat. "Don't spread it around."
"I won't." Harry promised.
"I'm still fine." Hermione insisted, and tried to stand up, before suddenly feeling very faint, and nearly falling down again. She was wobbly on her feet, at best, and certainly in no condition to walk anywhere.
Suddenly, their moment of peace and friendship was broken, by the cry of "Harry, my dear boy!" Dumbledore quickly came up to them, gasping when he saw Lord Voldemort.
"Tom?" He asked shocked, and clutching his chest.
"Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll have a heart attack." Harry laughed.
"If only the world would be so kind to me." Voldemort responded, sniggering and smirking at the complete look of shock on Dumbledore's face.
Dumbledore quickly drew his wand.
"You thought to kidnap my Harry and take him away? Everyone has been looking for him." Dumbledore said darkly.
"Your Harry?" Voldemort asked incredulously.
"I'm not anybody's possession for bloody…" Harry trailed off, biting back several profanities.
"Harry, quickly, come to me." Dumbledore instructed.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Harry smiled kindly.
"Looks like I'll have to be leaving then." Voldemort said to Harry. "Promise me you'll write to me, until the holidays." Voldemort commanded.
"Of course, of course. Every day if that'll make you feel better." Harry snorted.
Dumbledore was just too shocked to do anything.
"Man hug!" Harry declared, and quickly wrapped his arms around his best friend.
Voldemort responded in kind, patting Harry's back all the while, delighting in the tortured expression of Dumbledore's face, he hadn't even noticed Severus and Hermione.
Harry let Voldemort go, and smiled. "Bye Tom!" He waved eagerly, and stepped back.
"Good-bye, Harry." Voldemort bid, and raised his hand, keeping his palm still, but wiggling his fingers in good-bye. There was a loud crack, and the Dark Lord was gone.
"Severus, how's Hermione?" Harry interjected, completely ignoring a spluttering Dumbledore.
"ALBUS!" Minerva McGonagall shrieked, racing down the path, completely out of breath.
"Minerva! The Dark Lord was just here, and Harry was hugging him!" Dumbledore babbled, losing all composure and eloquence.
"Albus… are you alright?" She asked tentatively.
"Yes, yes, yes fine!" He insisted. "Tom was here!"
"Harry, is this true?" Minerva asked, completely bewildered.
"I'm sorry Professor, I really have no idea what the Headmaster is talking about. We merely had too much to drink last night, and were hoping to sneak back into the castle." He said apologetically, and put on his puppy dog eyes, Minerva could never, ever resist those!
"Well, Mr. Potter. Thirty points from Gryffindor, each." She eventually responded.
"Well, of course he'll say that!" Dumbledore spat. "Obviously, Tom has him under some kind of spell. Perhaps the imperious."
"Was Severus here when… the Dark Lord came?" Minerva asked suspiciously. This didn't sound right.
"Yes, yes, ask him!"
"Severus, did you see the Dark Lord?" Minerva asked the potions master.
Severus stood up, and gathered Hermione in his arms. "I truly have no clue of what the Headmaster is talking about. I'm afraid I had merely happened upon the two of them as they were sneaking back inside." Severus explained. "The Dark Lord was not here." He repeated. "Harry, come to my quarters when Albus has finished with you. We'll arrange for you to continue your Occlumency lessons then." He lied. Hermione snuggled closer to Severus's warm chest, and believing nobody was watching him, he placed a quick, fleeting kiss on Hermione's head.
"That's wonderful you're pursuing that, Harry." Minerva smiled. "Now, Albus," She began as Severus carried Hermione back to Hogwarts.
"I don't understand." Dumbledore mumbled, running his hand over his face. "I don't understand."
"You've been working really hard, Headmaster." Harry said sympathetically, approaching Dumbledore and rubbing his back kindly.
"Maybe you just need to rest? Why would I hug Lord Voldemort? Not to mention the fact he wouldn't just let me go like that you describe, would he?" Harry moved his hand to his former mentor's shoulder
"No, no, no it seemed so real." Dumbledore said, covering Harry's hand with his own. "I'm sorry for accusing you of such a thing."
"It's not a problem Professor. You can invite me for tea to make up for it." Harry said happily, he'd already concocted a plan to prank Dumbledore, he'd need Tom's help… but it would be worth it.
"Of course." Dumbledore mumbled. "Let us return to Hogwarts then." and the three of them set off. Dumbledore had a faster pace than either Harry or Minerva, who were walking beside each other.
"He has been working far too hard." Minerva shook her head.
"I feel sorry for him." Harry lied.
"Tell me, Harry," She started, reverting into the more motherly role she adopted when nobody else was around. "Severus wasn't in the castle last night…" She trailed off suggestively.
This could get awkward.
"Did I see what I thought I saw? With Severus and Hermione?" She pressed.
"Maybe you did, maybe you didn't." Harry shrugged, but his face couldn't hide the small smile when he thought of his friends.
"I see." Minerva said, now wearing a small smile of her own.
"Harry, come here." Dumbledore shouted over his shoulder.
Harry quickly raced to the Headmasters side.
"Yes?" He asked innocently.
"I'm afraid I have a heavy schedule for the next three weeks." He said apologetically. "Perhaps we could have tea four weeks from today? We could continue your extra lessons from then?" He asked.
Harry worked out the dates in his mind, that should be perfect. Of course, Voldemort should be able to get the ingredients for the potion by then, and Severus could brew it…
"I'd love that Professor." He said, with an evil grin on his face.
Well, that's it! The last, full chapter. Happy ending! Is everybody satisfied with the last proper chapter? I hope so. I'm still not quite sure about the ending, so please, leave me a review telling me what you think. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, added this to alert or their favorites, you guys are awesome! Any questions, or if you want a reply, please, either leave a signed review with your question or whatever, or send me a message. Once again, super special thanks to XTimeGirlX who is amazing, and a super special mention to funnyjester, who is awesomely supportive!