This is a quite big chapter, that explains why I've used some time to write it. Some of you might like it, some of you might not. I would like some reviews anyways. Please, enjoy.

It was now or never, judgementday sliding across the castle.

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with necessary air that would hopefully bring life or some relief back to her. Her mind was raging, making her feel like she was in the middle of a storm that was threatening to tear her apart. The man pacing in front of her didn't exactly make things better. His silky white hair was almost flowing, though it had gotten a bit untidy by this time.

"This is it, this is our time. We cannot fail now!" He was mumbling, more to himself than to her. She just shook her head, feeling how it fell down into her hands.
They were in The Room of Requirement, waiting for their solemn hour. She had been placed on top of a huge stacking of old books. Books that shouldn't have been at Hogwarts at all. Her clothing was as untidy as she felt, as he was. Black robes with a green slytherine mark hanging loose over her body, that by the way seemed to have been getting thinner. Hmm, that was quite possible. She could admit that she had skipped too many dinners, been awake for so long that she felt nauseous when someone held food in front of her face. She couldn't help herself; maybe it was the stress pounding her in the back of her head, blurring her vision. All she knew was that when this was over she was going to eat a lot of food, getting back to her ideal weight.

"This… This will be fantastic!" Honestly, she could hear his frantic tone quite clearly behind the masculine shade he tried to hide behind. He was dressed in an almost grey suit which made him look more important. He wanted to look good, she didn't really understand quite why he would want to look good tonight. This was a battle, the night when people would die.

"I'm sure it will, Draco." She looked up, dragging her head up from her hands. The room was fairly dark, only lightened by the moon shining bright outside. The windows had to be enchanted; one never saw them when you looked outside the castle.

"You will leave; go to the Astronomy Tower and then wait for Dumbledore and Harry. Make sure that you seem innocent, but don't you let Harry do anything we don't want him to do." She could hear the poisonous hiss of a snake through his voice and she looked directly at him.

"I'm not stupid, Draco. I will do what I'm supposed to do." Her tone far more sharp than she intended it to be. "When this is all over I will return home to my father and pretend that this has never happened, that it was all just a dream." She bit her teeth together with the last remaining strength that her body held. Draco turned his glare towards her, trying to make out this beautiful woman, her stubbornness and their common fear.

"I will miss you, Chrissy. Though I'm sure that our paths will cross at some point." For the first time in two weeks she could see something more human in the eyes of Draco, the man that she truly wished that she could cope with. She shrugged, not really sure if she wanted to cross paths with him again. That only meant that she would be more involved with the Death Eaters, reminded of how many people that died. The ones that would die tonight. She shook her head, trying not to hate herself.

"It's time." His voice went breathless, like a dead man's last words. She clinched her eyes before she rose up.

"Be careful, Draco. I do not want to meet you again in a coffin." She turned towards him and took a step back, noticing everything about him. As if this was the last time.

"And you should be careful; your death will do no good." One corner of his mouth went up in a smile that seemed more sorry than bitter this time.

"If one of us is going to die tonight; it will be me. I'm sorry."

The nighttime air filled her lungs that felt more bare than covered with flesh, skeleton and skin. This was her judgementday, it surely was. This would either kill her or give her a guilty feeling that would kill her.

Damnit.

She didn't dare to look down, she'd rather keep her distance from the mindblowing drop right down. Not that she didn't think that she deserved it right now… Deserve to fall down, she meant. That wasn't what was bothering her though; it was the grim feeling of that something very, very bad would happen soon. It was getting colder at each minute; it was probably her imagination, caused by the feeling of waiting.

"Can't this just get over with it…?" She bit her teeth quickly together, feeling how it actually hurt her jaw. She took a few steps backwards; she couldn't be seen by Harry and Dumbledore when they came. Though she had a feeling that the old man would quickly understand that she was there. He was wise, too wise. And he had to die… That was Draco's mission, though she didn't think that he would be able to kill him. Draco didn't have it in him, he wasn't a killer.

The almost soft sound of two bodies appearing in the thin air was heard and she took a few steps further back, hiding in the dark. She blocked her hearing, refusing to catch words of a moment that was going to die. She didn't know if minutes went by or if the time stood still, but she could see the two figures in front of her. The one, tall one that was going to die and the shorter one with ragged, black hair. The moonlight brightened them, making Dumbledore's hair seem even more white and almost grey than it already was. Harry was almost carrying the elder headmaster, she could see how weakness was shining bright in a face that had seen and experienced too much in one night. The younger boy helped Dumbledore down to the floor.

"Severus… Severus is who I need. Wake him, tell him what happened." The old man tried to catch his breath, seeming to be by death. "Speak to no one else. Severus… Hurry." Without even questioning it too much Harry turned away from the elder headmaster and ran by her, down the stairs. Suddenly Harry stopped, watching Dumbledore rise up from the floor.

"Hide yourself below, Harry." Something almost panic was in the old mans eyes and suddenly she saw him look at her. Her eyes went wide, more or surprise. "Take her with you." Almost falling onto her Harry saw her, a million of questions in his eyes. "Quick!" The headmaster hurried them and Harry grabbed her arm, dragging her with him. She closed her eyes, feeling terrible about what was supposed to happen. She didn't hear the last thing the headmaster said, it was no point in it.

The feeling of guiltiness faded away, replaced by nervousity. Small stripes of pure, silver moonlight shone through the open areas in the floor above Harry and her. Voices, loud dumps and a voice that had cut into her brain. Bellatrix Lestrange; not in her eyes the worst person in the world though… Madness had gotten a tight grip around her, she truly loved torturing too. But she was nice to Christine, it had something to do with The Dark Lord and the Malfoy's, but she didn't complain. Being on the better side of Bella was a damned good thing; she didn't want to be under her claws.

"Good evening, Draco." The silent voice of a headmaster spoke out into the darkness, small chills went down her back. "What brings you here on this… Fine evening?"

"Who else is here? I heard you talking!" An almost frantic voice was heard from her dear Draco, she closed her eyes. Trying not to say anything.

"I've been talking a lot to myself lately, I find it extraordinary useful. Have you been whispering to yourself, Draco?" He took a break from the talk, staring at the scared face. "Draco… You are no assassin." The boy she held dear got more frantic.

"How do you know what I am? I've done things that would shock you!" Christine shut her ears down completely, refusing to hear more of this long speech between two men. One that was going to die, and the one that was going to kill. She didn't notice the words, only the expelliarmus spell and a door slamming up. Draco's voice got more confident and suddenly it went down to fear again. A teardrop fell heavily from her eye; she wanted to get up to help her Draco. Sounds, more voices. It made her smile ever to slightly, Bellatrix and other Death Eaters. For once she was truly happy to hear them, they could help her Draco.
A soft hand laid itself on her shoulder, slightly rubbing her down the back before she looked behind her; Sev. He laid a finger on his lips and she knew Harry also was looking. She nodded, looking up at her friend. Somehow she felt more secure now, Sev was here. She got up from her sitting position carefully and kept looking at him while he walked past them. She frowned, wanting to go with him.

"Sev…" She whispered silently, watching him stop instantly. Something pierced into her mind and she closed her eyes, letting him come in.

Pictures in her head, a living room slightly dark filled with books and three persons. Narcissa, Bellatrix and Severus. A wand bonded a string around the hand of Sev and Narcissa; she knew exactly what was going on. The unbreakable vow. What was it about? She caught a few words in the air, about protecting Draco and doing the deed for him if he had to.

"It's my duty, Christine. I have to." The still and comforting voice he used didn't make her relax, she only got more stressed. With quickness she went into his head too.

"Nothing will happen to you, Sev?" She was more worried than she wanted to be. Irrational feelings that she didn't think should be there.

"Of course not, I know what I'm doing." She could feel him laying his hand on her cheek, inside both of their heads. She tilted her head, stepping out of his mind.

"Be careful."

Quickly Sev rushed for the stairs, she glanced after him; afraid of what could happen.

"What was… that?" Harry turned towards her, looking at her with some sort of betrayal and curiosity. She shook her head, closing her eyes as hard as she could.

"Avada Kedavra." A voice with no mercy was heard and she looked at Harry, seeing the pure fear in his eyes as he looked up and saw Dumbledore fall down from the Astronomy Tower, killed by Severus Snape. Faster than she ever had been she rushed away from him, heading for the stairs. She stopped there, waiting for a shocked Draco that quickly was dragged by another Death eater. She grabbed his shoulders, staring intensely into his eyes.

"This is over now, Draco. We're done!" With sorrow and slight happiness she smiled at him, not getting any reaction from him, just emptiness. She took his arm and dragged him down the stairs.

That night had seemed to last forever. Everything had happen; Dumbledore had died, a few bastards had been killed and… Well, she had fled with the rest of the Death Eaters. She could read the hate in Harry's face; she had betrayed the whole school. Well… So what? Something had clicked in her head, a puzzle piece finally getting where it should be. She had literally crashed in her bed when Yaxley had forced her to get inside the Malfoy Mansion. Spells had been set up, protecting the ones that had done a great misdeed.

"I don't want to…" She had mumbled as he slung her over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs. Some Death Eaters had laughed by the sight, probably everyone. Everyone except her, Severus and Draco seemed jolly now.

"No, get her down. She is getting her reward, Yaxley." The dark voice of Avery rung in the Mansion and her carrier sighed and carried her down the stairs.

"Let me down, Yaxley. I can walk!" She wanted to spit at him and as soon as they got down the stairs he let her down. She crossed her arms, looking up at the fairly ugly looking man which only meant to be… Well, somehow nice to her.

"Shut up, Christine." He muttered irritated and pushed her into the big living room. Her clothes felt ragged when she walked, her coat completely removed and her sweater was quite torn apart in the arms. That was the doing of Granger, to be honest. She looked at the man behind her and started to cooperate. With steps that were more worthy she walked into the room, watching the Death Eaters that sat everywhere. She saw Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and Severus quite clear. Despite her exhaustion that seemed to affect her vision.

"Christine Nestir, you have seemed to be a good recruit nowadays." A snakelike voice was heard from the upper part of the room and she turned her head. With careful steps she walked towards her Master, stopping with a respectable distance and she bowed down for him. She didn't answer; she shouldn't do that before he asked her about something.

"You deserve something, something to prove your loyalty." His voice became slick, like he was holding something back. He was, definitely. "Would you, Christine Nestir, prove your loyalty to me and burn the dark mark into your skin?" She could hear a few Death Eaters gasping silently. She lowered her head for a few seconds before she looked up, looking at the Dark Lord which smiled with some evilness in his snake eyes. His face was so smooth, almost grey now. She kept her face expressionless, to be honest; she didn't feel anything.

"Nothing would please me more, my Master." She bowed down, keeping her voice filled with respect.

"Step forth, my child." He laughed almost softly. Not with goodness though, he never had goodness in his voice. Of course. She stepped forward, uncovering her left forearm. The Dark Lord could ask the other Death Eaters if she should get the Dark Mark, but Voldemort wasn't like that. He didn't ask anyone. With the grip of snaketeeth he took her arm and pressed his wand against her arm. She bit her teeth together, feeling how everything suddenly burned.