WARNING: Some language and some violence/gore scene.

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Alecto and Amycus have left Hogwarts and headed to the Headquarters directly after the Battle was over, in order to take the younger students- who had found a shelter from the fight in the Manor – back to school.

Draco and Lucius departed shortly afterwards, leading the way for the other Death Eaters who partook in the Battle.

Snape, Bella, Nordi and Orion were the last ones to leave; it was in their responsibility to bring Harry Potter to the Dark Lord.

Luna insisted on going to the Headquarters together with Nordi. As soon as they stood in front of the cell in the dungeons, where Potter had been locked, she asked Exile yet again to take her along.

'Luna, you've fought so hard today, it was a first battle in your life...You need plenty of rest… I don't want you to strain yourself more than it's necessary.' Nordi muttered to her.

'Hey, you also did fight hard today and need rest as much as I do!' Luna answered.

'You're a girl.' Nordi noticed.

'Oh, well spotted.' Luna said, amused. 'In case you forgot, we kissed each other an hour ago.'

Exile blushed crimson, much to Bella's amusement.

'Let her go with us, Nordi-boy.' She suggested. 'It's such a pretty picture, seeing you two together.'

Even though it seemed impossible, Nordi could feel that he's blushing even more.

'Alright.' He said finally, and shot a hex towards the door of his former room, opening them violently.

Three teenagers- Potter, Granger and Weasley immediately jumped on their feet.

'Oh, that's a relief, Nordi-boy.' Bella sighed. 'This is a bunch of problematic kids, I was mildly worried that they might run away.'

'They couldn't have.' Nordi explained. 'I've blood-keyed them inside of the counter-wards.'

Snape came forward to the door.

'Potter, it is time for you.' He said sharply. 'If you try any funny business on the way, you will just make the journey more uncomfortable for yourself. Do you comprehend?'

Potter looked at Snape viciously.

'Take those wards down, Exile.' Snape muttered. 'Bellatrix, have your wand ready. You will tie his wrists up as soon as he gets outside.'

Nordi erased the blood patterns from the floor, muttering adequate incantation, and Bella yelled "Incancerous!" towards Potter as soon as the wards were down.

As soon as invisible threads tied up the raven-haired boy's wrists, Snape grabbed him by the neck, preparing for side-along Apparition. Bella shot a hesitant look towards the ginger boy and the Mudblood girl.

'Severus, what about those two?' she asked.

Snape turned his head towards two teenagers and shot them an unaffectionate look.

'The War is over, and we have won. The sooner they comprehend it and start to fit in, the better for them. I am not interested what happens to them anymore. They can go wherevever they want. Without their wands and without their precious friends, they pose a minimal danger; it is their turn to try and survive in an enemy territory.' He said in an emotionless voice and disapparated along with Potter.

'The Headmaster is right; I wish you to enjoy yourselves.' Nordi said mockingly to the two teenagers, taking Luna by the hand to side-apparate her.

Granger looked begging at her former friend.

'Luna…'

'I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm one of their kind now. I wish you two good luck.' Luna said calmly, and they disapparated. Bella followed them.

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Potter was wriggling, wresting and snorting angrily, as Snape led him by the neck through the Headquarters' corridor.

Bella, who walked beside them, was mocking him and giggling. Nordi wanted to actually ask him for a reason of putting up such a desperate resistance.

'Why do you act up like that?' he asked, overtaking Potter. 'Do you like having a Horcrux part within yourself? Do you like feeling pain, when our Lord does? Do you like sharing his thoughts and emotions? Is that kind of bond really that pleasant and cool?'

Potter snarled at him.

'I hate it! But dying from his hand isn't pleasant and cool either!'

Nordi was genuinely confused by this answer; he exchanged surprised looks with Bella.

'I think our Potty got an idea, that we are leading him to our Lord so he can kill him.' Bella explained, seriously amused.

Nordi looked at Potter with wide eyes.

'Where did you get that idea from, Potter?' he asked. 'Haven't you noticed that we had like a thousand opportunities up to this point to finish you off, if we wanted?'

Potter looked at Nordi hesitantly.

'I thought that Voldemort was supposed to do it.' He muttered.

'Don't say our Lord's name!' yelled Bella, Nordi and Snape in unison.

Potter went silent.

'He wasn't supposed to kill you, foolish boy, he wanted you alive and unharmed for a reason.' Bella snarled.

'And what that reason might be?' Potter asked hesitantly.

'We are going to perform a Ritual.' Nordi explained.

'Like the one on the Graveyard?' the raven-haired boy asked; he became more and more outspoken in the Death Eaters' company as they were approaching the dark Lord's office.

Nordi flinched.

'Not quite. But you can compare those two, if you want; they have a lot in common. The Ritual today is going to extract our Lord's Horcrux out of your body.'

'Horcrux…my body?' Potter muttered.

'Didn't the old coot explain you everything about Horcruxes, when he sent you on this ridiculous hunt?' Snape asked.

Potter opened his mouth to reply, but they have already arrived to Lord Voldemort's office. The Dark Lord immediately commanded them to enter, and as soon as they were inside, he grabbed Potter without any introductions. His crimson eyes were blazing with fire.

Nordi looked down; the room was cleared of all equipment and furniture, leaving a large empty space. The Dark Lord has already sketched with his own blood an unbelievably complex Ritual Circle on the stone floor. Nordi immediately recognized it, along with countless Runic symbols inside; he watched a hundred times the illustration in his book, while preparing for the Ritual. The boy felt a cramp in his stomach; this process is not going to be a pleasant experience.

Narcissa Malfoy, visibly unnerved, stepped inside the room. She was wearing a spotless white medical coat and latex gloves, and carried a case of Potion vials in her hands. Seeing Orion, she quickly grabbed him by the hand, pulling him aside.

'Quickly, Orion, get washed up and changed!' she said impatiently, summoning a set of white coats and sterile gloves. She handed the medical outfit to Orion and pushed him forcefully out of the room.

'Lady Malfoy…' Orion said in surprise and confusion.

'One Healer is not enough for assistance in such a complex Ritual!' Narcissa hissed. 'Hurry up, Orion!'

In this moment, Septimus Nott appeared in the office's door and bowed in front of Voldemort.

'My Lord, are you already starting? Shall I bring him in?' he asked.

'Yes, Septimus.' The Dark Lord confirmed.

Sept disappeared, and Voldemort took violently Potter's hand and pulled the boy closer to himself. Potter wriggled and resisted, but the Dark Lord effortlessly aimed a mild Cutting Curse on his wrist and gathered a small amount of blood on the open hand.

The Dark Lord knelt down and spread the boy's blood all around the patterns on the stone floor. He drew the Circle and Runes once again, mixing Potter's blood with his own.

Just as soon as he was done, Sept appeared in the room again, this time levitating a body in front of himself. Nordi assumed at first, that it was a corpse of one of his Fiendfyre's victims- the body was horribly burned . However, as soon as Septimus uttered "Liberacorpus" and the body dropped on the floor beside the Circle, the person regained consciousness and wriggled. He was severely injured, but still alive.

This very moment, Orion returned to the office, changed into a white coat and latex gloves, still looking very confused. The Dark Lord spoke firmly:

'Only Potter, Nordi, Orion and Narcissa stay inside. The rest of you will wait in the Dining Hall.'

'My Lord…' Bella said pleadingly.

'You will wait outside with the others, Bella.' Voldemort said harshly. 'We will be alright. The more people in the room, the more distractions to the Ritual.'

After those words, Bella, Snape, Luna and Septimus stepped out of the office.

Voldemort yet again grabbed wriggling Potter by the neck. He made sure that the boy's wrists were tightly tied-up, and forced him to kneel down in the middle of the Circle. A soon as the boy was kneeling, the Dark Lord casted an "Incancerous" also on his feet, binding them together.

Afterwards, the Dark Lord opened his heavily-warded dresser, the one in which he kept his Horcruxes, and pulled out Godric Gryffindor's sword. He placed it carefully in the Circle in front of the surprised Potter. Nordi immediately comprehended: the sword was supposed to became a vessel for the Horcrux, as soon as it's extracted out of the boy's body.

Voldemord came forward to the injured person with nasty burn wounds, who laid on the floor and groaned.

'As you can see' he spoke calmly 'Auror Grosh from the Order of the Phoenix is joining us today to offer his life as a Sacrifice in the Ritual. Obviously, at this point, taking his life is nothing but showing him mercy.'

He drew his wand, aiming it at the wounded Auror.

'Avada Kedavra.' He uttered. Green flashing light washed over the body, and the groans stopped. Potter budged slightly.

Voldemort turned his head to Nordi.

'Are you familiar with the Ritual, Exile ? Do you know what you are supposed to do?'

'Yes, my Lord.' Nordi answered and unhooked his Ritual Dagger, slicing his left wrist. He knelt down and pressed the bleeding wound to the line of the Circle.

Voldemort knelt down in front of him, on the other side of the Circle, putting his wrist sliced beforehand in the same position. Harry Potter looked at them worriedly.

'As soon as I begin' Voldemort started explaining, for the benefit of Narcissa and Orion 'the Circle is going to start sucking up our blood in a very fast pace. Unfortunately, the nature of this specific Ritual requires an enormous Blood Sacrifice. Therefore, the most important for the two of you is injecting the Blood Replenishment Potion to our veins at regular, frequent intervals. If you are late with an injection, we can bleed out within a couple of seconds. Each of you must kneel by our sides and inject the Potion constantly.'

Orion paled rapidly. He looked like he was about to get sick.

Nordi's palms were sweating; he was well aware of the severity of this Ritual. He decided to warn Orion and Narcissa about a probable side effects, however horrific it was going to sound.

'My Lord,' he said. 'May I pay the Healers' attention to one more issue?'

'Yes, Exile, go ahead.'

'Lady Malfoy, Orion.' He spoke with a slightly shaky voice. 'This Ritual…' he looked for proper words to explain it. 'I mean, I've never performed it so far, but I know what is most probably going to happen. You must be aware that I may… lose my mind during the process. I may scream, yell, cry, beg you to get me away from the Circle. I may weep with bloody tears, sweat out blood and throw up blood. And therefore… the most important thing is, that you- in any case- cannot let me break the Ritual. You cannot let me lift my wrist up from the Circle. You must keep me on my place, even forcefully. Hold me, beat me up, curse me, if you have to. But do not let me break the process.'

Nordi's words definitely didn't help Orion to feel better; the young Healer was not only pale, but pale-green now. Narcissa looked horrified.

Nordi was quite sure that those side-effects will apply only to him. The Dark Lord was, after all, a most powerful Wizard in the modern world, and he was definitely going to endure the Ritual incomparably better than a teenage boy.

Orion kneeled down beside his former protégé and set the syringes ready. Nordi could see that his hands were shaking.

'I'm ready, my Lord.' Nordi declared.

Voldemort nodded and started uttering complex incantations.

The Circle started glowing a pale, red light, which quickly intensified. Nordi immediately started feeling his blood being sucked up, reinforcing the Circle. He squinted his eyes, but caught a glimpse of Orion, who was quickly loading up the syringes and made injections to his neck, one by one.

It was like a sine wave of feeling his body dried and blood-deprived in one second, only to feel it replenished thanks to the Potion the other one. The Circle was insatiable. Nordi was unsure how many liters of blood did it exactly require.

Then, the pain came. He could feel his interiors burning. Along with every single drop of blood that escaped his body, the immense pain jolted his veins and arteries. He clenched his teeth not to cry out and clung his wrist tighter to the Circle, but he was already aware that he won't last long and soon Orion will have to intervene…

Pain. His entire body consisted of it.

The time passed in a pace which made minutes seem like decades.

A warm liquid was coming out from his eyeballs, flowing down his cheeks, making a pool down his knees. He thought that was tears, until he lifted his free hand to his face. The liquid was much thicker than water; he opened his eyes and saw only a red mass.

Nordi was feeling like his body was going to melt. He felt like he's going to turn into a bloody pool himself. The pain intensified with each second; it reached the point of being unbearable a long time ago.

Nordi screamed, but couldn't hear his voice. It was muffled by a stream of warm blood coming out of his mouth.

Hold on, it's almost done…

I can't, I'm going to die…

You cannot break the Ritual…

But I'm melting… This pain is killing me…

Suddenly, he felt Orion clinging to him with his entire body weight and dragging him down to the ground.

'Nordi, don't move!'

I see… I tried to stand up… To lift my hand up from this cursed Circle…

'NORDI ! GET DOWN! WHAT… THE FUCK… ARE YOU DOING! DEPULSO ! DEPULSO!'

He felt Orion's curses, aimed at his back from above, pushing him down to the floor. The Circle sucked up his blood greedily. His body was melting. Orion took turns in throwing curses and injecting the Potion.

Let go of me, Orion… Let me lift my hand, otherwise I'll go insane…

'NORDI, STAY WHERE YOU ARE! YOU CANNOT BREAK THE RITUAL! DEPULSO!'

I cannot break the Ritual…

I CANNOT BREAK THE RITUAL! WHAT I AM DOING?!

Nordi finally regained his senses. However, he wasn't able to fight overwhelming dizziness and darkness covering his eyes. A huge flood of blood was flowing out of his mouth and eyes.

'NORDI! YOU CANNOT PASS OUT! ENERVARTE ! ENERVARTE! ENERVARTE!'

Orion yelled the "back-to-consciousness" spells, but Nordi couldn't resist plunging into darkness…

'NORDI ! FUCK, YOU MUST ENDURE IT! ENERVARTE!'

I… cannot…pass…out…

'ENERVARTE! MY LORD, HOW MUCH MORE TIME WILL IT TAKE?! ENERVARTE!'

'It's over.'

As soon as Nordi heard Voldemort's answer, he plunged into unconsciousness.

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'Orion, he's losing the entire blood as soon as you pump it into him! You must close his wounds first; use "Episkey"!' Nordi heard Narcissa's voice.

'I cannot! He's bleeding out of his eyes and his mouth, I can't "Episkey" them, can I ?!'

'Step aside.' Voldemort said coldly.

They both went silent and Nordi could see through blood running through his eyes, that the Dark Lord is leaning over him with his wand outstretched.

He could hear Voldemort hissing some complex incantations upon him, and his inner pain immediately diminished. His eyesight clarified, and his throat stopped filling itself with blood.

'Black! Inject him at least three vials more.' The Dark Lord ordered and Orion instantly pressed the syringe against Nordi's neck.

Nordi felt utterly relieved as his body replenished itself with blood again and his pain disappeared completely. He opened his eyes and lifted his head, only to see himself lying in an enormous pool of blood. He was soaking in it like in a shallow paddling; the blood covered the entire floor within the room, consuming the Ritual patterns. Harry Potter was still kneeling on the spot where the Circle used to be; he looked shattered by what he's just witnessed.

Voldemort walked slowly towards Potter, paddling in blood, that reached almost up to his ankles.

He grabbed the boy by robes on his chest and lifted him up, allowing him to stand on his feet, and vanished the ties that bound him. He brushed Potter's hair away from his forehead and gasped.

Eyes of everyone focused on the raven-haired boy's forehead. His famous lightening-shaped scar was gone.

Voldemort lifted the sword from the ground; his Magical signature could be sensed within it. The sword has became a Horcrux. They have been successful.

Potter, although disgusted of standing up to his ankles in blood and stunned of witnessing the violent Ritual, seemed to feel alright.

'How do you feel, Potter?' Voldemort asked, visibly curious.

The boy looked him into the crimson eyes.

'You know how painful our… bond was for me.' He whispered.

'I could imagine this. Is the pain gone by now?'

'Yes.'

'Do you feel…'

'I feel much better than before the Ritual.' Potter unexpectedly confessed. 'I feel… lighter, I can even think clearer now when the pain is finally gone.'

Nordi's blood-covered face lighted up in a smile, thinking how the idiot had been so fiercely resisting before coming there.

Suddenly, the door opened violently.

'My Lord, please forgive me, but I couldn't endure hearing those screams and …. OH!'

As Bella opened the door, blood spilled out of the office straight onto her feet. She froze on the spot, stunned.

'It is over, Bella. You may come.' The Dark Lord said.

Bella looked hesitantly, but stepped in as soon as she spotted Nordi lying in the pool of blood.

'I'm alright, Bella. The Ritual has been successful. ' Nordi reassured her in a weak voice. 'Don't come in, Luna!' he yelled noticing the blonde girl beside the door. He really didn't want Luna to paddle through his own blood.

However, the girl entered, making a tender face towards Nordi, and kneeled down by his side next to Bella.

Voldemort turned her face towards Potter.

'I await your decision.'

The raven-haired boy clenched his fists.

'I won't join you, if that is what you're asking about.'

'You will still have some time to reconsider it. For now, you are dismissed. Get out of here.' The Dark Lord answered.

Potter looked up at him in disbelief. He was clearly assuming that he was going to either be killed, cursed or at least imprisoned. The last thing he expected was to be "dismissed".

'What are you waiting for, Potty? Get the hell out from here. We don't want you.' Bella said impatiently, watching the boy staring at the Dark Lord.

'I…I don't u…understand.' Potter stuttered. 'Am I not the phropecised Chosen One? Am I not the one supposed to defeat you?'

'Not anymore.' Voldemort said coldly. 'The Prophecy is invalid. Look in the mirror, Potter. Now, you are merely an ordinary teenager. I do not care about killing you anymore. You will have to face your choice, comprehending that I have won the war. You can either fit in the New Order, or stand against it. If you pick the second option, bare in mind that you will be persecuted and hunted down. However, for now, you are free to go.'

Potter gave hesitant looks for everybody present in the room, and made his way slowly to the entrance, wading in the blood. He stepped out of the office, without looking back.

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A/N : THE END : )

Guys, I'm so grateful that you sacrificed your time to get through this story. I would be VERY appreciative if you decided to drop a few words in a review. What did you like in the story? What didn't you like?

And more importantly WOULD YOU LIKE A THIRD PART? A story taking place a few years later, an AU where the Death Eaters have won. Nordi is together with Luna and he accidently discovers the identity of his biological parents who…. aren't too pleased with him :D

Please let me know. Take care