When Harry came to his wrists were the things that hurt the most. Everywhere hurt really. It felt like he had been beaten for days on end. Almost like he was back home with the Dursleys. But his wrists. Those were the things that felt like they were on fire.

From what he could tell he was in a dark room that was no bigger than his old cupboard back in Surrey. He could see the outline of a door in front of him and underneath the cracks a bit of light was peeking through.

Somehow, he was being held in the air. He couldn't feel his feet touching the ground. He tried moving his hands and that made the sensation in his wrists one hundred times worse. They must've chained his hands together to the ceiling.

"Hey!" He tried yelling out, but his voice was hoarse. He needed water. And food. It felt like he had been hanging here for days and who knew? Maybe he had. There was no way of knowing how long he had been out.

"At least loosen these chains! I feel like my wrists are abo-"The door flew open and he shut his eyes quickly as the light seared into them.

"Shut your damn mouth boy!" Someone snapped and seconds later he felt the person hit him in the gut. He would've doubled over from the pain if he hadn't been held in the air like that.

"Macnair!" A familiar voice called out. "We're moving the boy into another room anyway."

"You idiot Duffy! You just used my name!" Macnair yelled. Duffy? John's father was behind this? Macnair. That was the executioner who had been assigned to execute Buckbeak, Harry remembered.

"And you just used mine." Harry could feel the man roll his eyes. "Doesn't matter. Potter won't be leaving here alive. Take him down."

Finally, the pressure on Harry's wrist alleviated but they still would be hurting him for a good while. If he lasted that long that is. "Move boy." Macnair growled pulling on Harry's chains. Harry risked slowly opening his eyes. A little bit at a time just so his corneas could get accustomed to the light. "I said move!"

"I'm moving. Damn." Harry shook his head. He had been wrong. The room he had been in had been smaller than his old cupboard. Now he was in a long hallway that looked like it needed serious renovations. Boards were out of place paint had started to chip away and the entire area had a sort of dreary look to it. "Where is Daphne? What have you done with her?"

"Calm yourself boy. Your bitch is here." Harry glared at the man.

"That's your niece! How can you let this happen to her?" Harry demanded.

Joseph shrugged. "Not my niece anymore boy. Now she's just a girl with a nice arse."

"I swear if you lay a hand on her, I'll-" Harry was silenced by the backhand that Joseph delivered across his face.

"I won't stand here and swallow insults from a piece of Half-blood filth." Joseph sneered. "And if I wish to enjoy Miss Greengrass then I will. And when it comes to it I'll enjoy your pet Mudblood Granger as well."

"You have Hermione?" Harry's eyes narrowed.

"No actually we don't." Joseph looked irritated. "I was sent to retrieve her but before I could I was interrupted by my "hero" son. I will count my blessings when you are dead Potter. You have turned Jonathan into a rebel rouser. He doesn't know his place anymore."

"I was a friend to him." Harry hissed. That little tendril of darkness was rising up again. He knew that he should fight it, but it felt so justified right now. "And I swear that I'-"

"That you'll kill me. Yes yes yes." Joseph rolled his eyes as he took Harry's chains from Macnair who had been listening with indifference to their conversation. "That's exactly what Jonathan said. As you can see, he failed."

"Come now. They're waiting."

They led Harry down the hall to a staircase. "Don't trip now, Potter." Duffy smirked yanking hard on Harry's chains. Harry stumbled and was only just able to stop himself from tumbling down the stairs. "Come now boy. I don't have all day." Duffy yanked the chains and this Harry did fall down the stairs cracking his head again the floor. He could feel blood start to stream out from a new cut on his head.

"Don't damage him too much, Duffy." Macnair barked. "The Dark Lord wants him alive."

Harry could feel Duffy roll his eyes as the man pulled him to his feet. "He's still alive, isn't he?"

Harry would've said something to antagonize Duffy Sr but something Macnair said ripped through his mind. The Dark Lord. Voldemort. They were bringing him to Voldemort. But why now? The Moody imposter had access to him the entire year. Why near the end did he finally strike?

"Duffy! Macnair!" A voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs. "What's taking so long?"

"We're coming Barty!" Duffy called back and yanked on Harry's chains. "Potter here got a little out of hand, so I had to set him straight."

"Enough of that. It is time!" Barty yelled.

"It's time, Potter." Duffy said to Harry as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Time fo-"

"Bring him in here, Duffy." A voice said from a room just off the stairs. "He awaits."

Joseph pulled Harry into the room. It looked to be a living room. One that Harry had seen before. But how was that possible? He had never been here in this building before. His eyes went wide. His dreams. The ones that he had been having depicting Voldemort. This was the room that Harry had seen them in. And there was the man. The one who had knelt before Voldemort. "Put him on his knees." The man ordered. This must've been Barty.

"As you wish Professor." Duffy chuckled as he forced Harry to his knees in front of the fire.

"Don't call me that." Barty snarled. "You have no idea how annoying it was having to deal with those brats for a whole damn year."

"I have children if you remember correctly." Duffy sighed as if what he did for his son could be called parenting.

"You mean the one whose eye you busted open?" Macnair asked. "That child?"

"What did you do to him?" A feminine voice rang out. Harry looked and here came a big bear of a man holding chains that were attached to his girlfriend. It didn't look like they had been mistreating her although she had a nasty bruise on her head likely where they had stunned her. "I swear to Merlin and Morganna, I will-"

Duffy sighed. "Just as I've already told Potter you'll have to get in line."

At the mention of her boyfriend's name Daphne finally noticed him kneeling by the fire. "Harry!" She shouted wrenching towards him. She yelped in pain when the bear of a man pulled hard on the chains and she fell to the ground.

"Daphne!" Harry yelled not being able to even move because Duffy had a firm grip on him. "You son of a bitch!"

"So, you are the famous Harry Potter?" The bear raised an eyebrow and smirked at Harry. "Your legend is…exaggerated it appears."

"He's nothing but a lucky little boy." A rat like voice answered for Harry. He had wished he would see this man again. Just so he could kill him. In came the man who had betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort. The reason they were dead. Their friend.

"Wormtail." Harry spat at the small man.

"It is so good to see you again, Harry." Wormtail snarled at Harry. He was carrying a bundle in his arms. It was like something one would carry a baby in. "I was beginning to miss you."

"Good to see you as well." Harry replied surprising the man. "Now I won't have to track you down. I can just kill you here."

The man sighed. "Come now Harry. The information I gave the Dark Lord wasn't persona-"

"Wasn't personal? You betrayed your two best friends! My parents!"

"The Dark Lord would've found them eventually. He would've murdered many in his path before he did. You could say I saved lives by doing what I did."

"You're nothing but a coward." Harry snarled. "And if I don't kill you then Sirius will."

Wormtail snorted. "Last I checked he was on the run. He has to keep dodging the Dementors. They'll keep him busy and away from me."

Harry smiled with no humor and began to chuckle. "You obviously haven't heard." Harry chortled. "Sirius is a free man."

"W-What?" The confident exterior that Wormtail had been putting up shattered like a baseball hitting a window.

Harry nodded and smirked at the rat. "Cleared of all charges actually. And last I heard there's a warrant out for your arrest."

"T-That can't be. Everyone thinks me dead." Now the rat knew the boy was lying.

"They put the boy's memories in front of the Wizengamot." Barty answered sitting down in a chair by the fire. "Showed what happened that night last year."

"You knew about this?" Wormtail hissed. "And didn't tell me?"

Barty raised an eyebrow. "Careful with your tone, Rat. I could still break you easily."

"Only a matter of time before Sirius finds you, Wormtail." Daphne said smirking at the man. "And when he does how will he react when he finds out you helped torture his girlfriend's niece?"

"What are you on about?" Joseph asked, Daphne having his attention.

"Oh, you didn't know?" Daphne laughed. "Aunt Hannah has upgraded. She's with a real man now."

"Y-You're lying!" Duffy's face went red and he stepped towards Daphne. "The bitch is married to Black now?"

"Not married. Not yet at least." Daphne replied coolly. "Only a matt-"

Joseph backhanded the girl sending her flying. "SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH! YOU LIE!"

"DAPHNE!" Harry cried out and now that Joseph was distracted, he tried getting to his feet. Barty swiftly grabbed his chain and with a swift tug Harry was lying on his back.

"Try to refrain from damaging the girl, Joseph." Barty sighed. "She could make a good hostage."

"If the little bitch continues spouting lies, I'll bust her lip." Joseph growled.

"Lies?" Daphne said softly. She slowly got to her knees. Already a bruise was starting to form on her face where Joseph slapped her. "It's only a lie if what I'm saying isn't true."

Joseph took a step towards Daphne, but a voice rang out stopping him. "Enough!" It was a raspy voice. Like someone had been smoking all their life. It was also familiar. Another voice that Harry heard in his dreams. It could only belong to one person. "We mustn't waste anymore time." It seemed to be coming from the bundle that Wormtail held like a child.

"Yes Master." Joseph nodded and tugged Harry to his feet using the chains. "It is time boy."

"Yuri. You and Macnair bring the cauldron." Barty ordered. The men nodded and left the room to fulfill their task. Barty took Daphne's chains from Yuri before he left and tugged the girl to her feet. "You'll be witness girl."

"Witness to what?" She spit at him.

"The Return of the Dark Lord of course." Barty smirked.

The defiant look left Daphne's face. He couldn't mean it. Voldemort was returning? She hadn't fully believed Harry when he had told her that but obviously this Barty man thought it could be done. "You're lying."

He brought his face close hers. "It's only a lie if what I tell isn't the truth." He whispered. "Now let's go."

Joseph and Barty dragged the children behind them as they left the living room. "Are you hurt?" Harry whispered to Daphne.

She shook her head. "It looks a lot worse than it is. I've got a major headache." She was too proud to ever admit that these people were getting to her.

"I'm so sorry Daphne for getting you into this." Harry whispered to her.

"Shhhh I don't blame you." She smiled weakly at him.

"It's still my fau-"

"Harry, remember what I told you. Your battles are my battles too."

"Quiet back there!" Barty snapped at both of them as they approached the front door. Like the rest of the house it was rotting and in severe need of repair. Joseph opened it and it about fell off its hinges.

"Harry were they being serious?" She whispered to him. "I-Is the Dark Lord going to return?"

Harry nodded. "He was always going to return. I guess they found a way to bring him back to his full strength."

Joseph whirled on the both of them a wand outstretched. "Keep quiet or I'll cut the girls throat here."

"Where did you get that wand?" Daphne barked. "That's Hermione's!"

"She decided to give it to me." Joseph mocked as they started to walk down a hill. Below them was a graveyard that looked like it spread a half mile in every direction. And they were being led towards it. "She didn't have need of it."

"Don't worry." Joseph rolled his eyes. "The Mudblood still lives. For now."

"Stop speaking to them, Duffy." Barty snapped. "During the ritual keep the girl silent."

"Aye." Was the only response Joseph gave.

"What damn ritual?" Harry demanded. "Where are you taking us?"

"You'll see soon enough, Potter." Barty responded tugging the chain a bit forcing Daphne away from Harry.

The four of them trekked through the graveyard never stopping once. Finally, they came to a stop someone near the center. Yuri and Macnair had already arrived with the cauldron. Joining them were three other masked people. Death Eaters. Yuri smirked at Harry before donning his own mask, followed by Macnair.

"Welcome Potter." Barty smirked at the boy. "Today the Dark Lord rises again."

A few of the Death Eaters gasped. Obviously not everyone had been kept up to date on this plan. "Bart-"Yuri began.

"Silence!" Joseph snapped at the much larger man who grew quiet. "He approaches."

Coming towards the group now was Wormtail and in his arms, their Master. It was like the Death Eaters could sense it because to they fell to their knees in reverence. "Master commands the boy to be bound to the statue." Wormtail declared. Joseph ripped Harry's chain towards him and started to drag him towards a large statue that wielded a scythe. Death.

"Come!" Joseph snapped at Harry.

"Sod off!" Harry grunted.

"Do it." Harry looked and saw that Barty was holding a knife to Daphne's throat. "Now. Or my hand just might slip, and your pretty little girlfriend will bleed out right here and now. She'll choke to death on her blood."

"Don't do it Har-" Daphne yelled but was stopped when Barty pressed the knife into her neck drawing a little rivet of blood.

"You don't want us to kill her in front of you boy? Do as we say." Joseph commanded. Harry glared at the much older man but allowed himself to be thrust towards the statue. Of its own accord the scythe came down and trapped Harry against it holding him in place.

"Now, we shall begin." Barty said gleefully shoving Daphne towards Joseph who caught her.

"Do it, Wormtail." The raspy voice commanded from the bundle. Wormtail held the bundle above the boiling cauldron and dropped it in. The bundle landed with a splash.

"Commence!" The raspy voice commanded from beneath the liquid still clear as day.

Barty stepped towards the cauldron and produced …a bone? It was old and cracked but still appeared whole. "Bone of the Father, unknowingly given, you shall renew your son!" Barty called out dropping the bone into the cauldron causing it to boil. The piece of evil that was inside Harry seared inside him when the bone struck the liquid. No.

Wormtail produced a knife and held it to his mangled right hand. "Flesh of the Servant, willingly given, you shall renew your Master." Wormtail trembled the knife still at his right hand.

"Do it!" Barty snapped reaching for his wand.

Before he could Wormtail cried out and brought the knife down. Blood spurt everywhere as what remained of the hand fell into the cauldron. The Horcrux inside Harry seared again. Its Master was almost here.

"Blood of the Enemy." Joseph stalked towards Harry who began to struggle against the scythe. This was why they needed him. Only his blood could finish the ritual. "Forcibly taken, you shall renew your Foe."

Harry struggled even harder. He couldn't let this happen. Duffy plunged the knife into Harry's arm but made sure it didn't cut too deep. They didn't want him to die just yet. Harry screamed in pain, but it wasn't just because of the knife. The invading soul inside of him had begun to almost cheer. Darkness was here.

Joseph stepped towards the cauldron flinging Harry's blood into the cauldron. "The Dark Lord shall rise again." Wormtail, Barty, and Joseph chanted together. "Stronger than ever before. We wait for thee, Master."

The cauldron exploded as the blood hit it. But not with the liquid inside. A massive wall of magical energy shot out in all directions. It was…evil. Even more so than the thing inside of Harry.

The magic brought everyone in the graveyard to their knees that wasn't already there including Daphne. She couldn't withstand the force and it overpowered her.

Harry's scar seared in pain. NO.

Where the cauldron had been before a cloud of smoke had taken its place, but it was vanishing. In its place was a body. Not yet a body actually but something resembling it. Whatever was in that smoke was beginning to take shape. It rose from the ground as it formed its arms and legs. Finally, the smoke had vanished.

What had replaced it was…a man. If you could call him that. He had pale skin and was taller than Harry by a couple inches. He had long arms that were barely made up of muscle. He was missing the greater part of his nose. It resembled that of a lizard. His eyes were really what people noticed first. Scarlett eyes that cut through you like a hot knife through butter.

This was the Dark Lord.

"Master." The Death Eaters called out reverently prostrating themselves before Voldemort.

Voldemort cracked his neck. "Finally, I rise." He smirked. He looked around at his minions who were treating him as a God. "Have the others arrived?"

"Master." Barty rose to his feet and bowed deeply. "They haven't been summoned as of yet. We were waiting for your command."

"Wormtail!" Voldemort snapped. "My wand." Wormtail all but crawled towards his Master not deigning himself worthy enough to look him in the eye. He produced a long wand from his pocket and offered it to Voldemort who picked it up and played with it. "Your arm, Wormtail."

"Master." Wormtail said producing his left arm. He had already rolled up his sleeve, so his tattoo was already visible. The Dark Mark emblazoned on his inner arm was pulsating across the man's skin. His right hand was still leaking blood, but he hadn't bothered to cover it up yet.

"Come." Voldemort hissed and pressed his wand against the Dark Mark.

The graveyard suddenly filled with shadows. Shadows from every direction. From the shadows stepped two dozen people. They were garbed in all black cloaks and were masked. And more were arriving every minute.

"Master!" They all cried out when they saw the Dark Lord and went to their knees.

"My friends." He said coolly. "It is so good to see all of you." The tone that he took made it clear he thought of none of them as friends but weapons. "However, I do consider myself…disappointed."

"Besides Bartemis, none of you can consider yourself loyal." He sneered. At his side, Barty grinned with pride.

"Not one of you sought me after my demise all those years ago." Voldemort continued. "Not you…"

"Crabbe!" With a twitch of the Dark Lord's wand, a man fell to the ground crying out in pain. "Goyle! Avery! Nott!" More and more witches and wizards fell to the ground in total agony. "Not even you, Duffy." Daphne shot out of her uncle's grip and her chains wrapped themselves securely around one of the statues in the graveyard. Her Uncle howled in pain as he fell to the dirt.

"My Lord." Duffy groveled in pain. "I swear to you. I wo-"

"I don't wish to hear your lies worm." Voldemort spat. "However, it is because of you that I rise today." The curse on Duffy Sr was released.

"Master." Duffy begged. "Command me."

"Soon enough." Voldemort promised and began to look around his assembled followers. "Lucius, is that you I see back there?"

"My Lord." Lucius made his way through his fellows and fell to his knees.

"Who have you brought here with you today?" Voldemort inquired still looking where Lucius had been standing.

"M-My son, My Lord." Lucius answered. "Draco!"

From the back of the crowd the Malfoy heir made his way to the crowd and kneeled by his father. "My Lord. It is an honor." The boy groveled.

"Rise young Malfoy." Voldemort ordered. Draco rose to his feet. "You are quite young to be missing a hand."

Draco bowed his head even lower. "It was taken from me, My Lord."

"I can see that boy." Voldemort smirked. "I doubt that you would have cut it off by yourself. How did it happen?"

"I was attacked, My Lord." Draco's hand was nothing more than a stump. John had cauterized it as soon as he had done the deed. He wasn't a total monster. Draco pointed the stump towards Duffy Sr. "By his son."

"Interesting." Voldemort raised an eyebrow and then looked to Joseph. "I have heard many disturbing reports about your boy, Joseph. Apparently, he has taken up with a Muggle-Born." The assembled Death Eaters broke out into jeering laughter.

"The boy is my blood but that is as far as our association goes My Lord." Duffy spat. "He is no son of mine."

"So, you say." Voldemort smirked. "How do we know he's not a true Gryffindor like his father?"

"If you were to put him before now, I would kill him for you." Duffy said without hesitation. As if he was offering to go get his Master a butterbeer.

"Hmmm. So, you say." Voldemort repeated with a smirk. "Perhaps we will find out one day."

"Igor!" A man stepped forward and took off his mask before prostrating himself. Karkaroff.

"Master." The man groveled. "I am not worthy to be here in your presence."

"Quite true." Voldemort looked past the man. "It appears you have brought someone with you today as well." A boy just a few years older than Harry made his way to the front of the crowd. He was all too familiar.

"I wish to serve, My Lord." Krum responded and knelt before Voldemort. "Give me the chance."

"Your name boy?"

"I am Viktor Krum, My Lord." The crowd began to converse amongst themselves. Even those who didn't follow Quidditch religiously knew who Viktor Krum was.

"Silence!" Voldemort commanded and was instantly heeded. "Why do you wish to join our ranks? From what I hear you are quite the star on a broom. Why risk all of that?"

"My career was stolen from me, My Lord." Krum gritted his teeth. "By half-bloods and blood traitors." His eyes flitted between Harry and Daphne.

Voldemort followed his gaze. "AHH Harry!" He said almost with glee. "I forgot you were there! I didn't keep you waiting, did I?" The crowd laughed with their Lord at the sight of Potter trapped against the statue. "And who do you have here with you? This must be the lovely Miss Greengrass that I've heard about." He walked over to Daphne who was still chained to a statue. She tried to move away from the Dark Lord, but his magic kept her in place. "Quite a beautiful one you are my dear. Harry chose well."

"Don't touch her!" Harry hissed.

"Oh, come now Harry. I would never force myself upon a woman." Voldemort looked around at his followers. "I can't say the same for some of those here today." Harry couldn't see their faces but could tell some of those Death Eaters were smirking underneath their masks. "Now back to you Mr. Krum. You say you wish to join us."

"Yes, My Lord."

"And you as well Draco?"

Yes, Master."

"And we would love to have you." Voldemort looked at the two men who had brought these two young ones here today. "The only problem is there's punishment to be dealt out first."

"My Lord?" Karkaroff and Lucius said at the same time. What punishment?

"Crucio." Lucius fell to the ground screaming in pain. "Now Lucius, you should've known never to bring your boy here without permission. Rules are rules I'm afraid." After almost a full minute the Dark Lord flicked his wand and Malfoy's torment ended. "And you Igor." Voldemort turned to the man who took a step back. "You have done the same but I'm afraid your past crimes warrant something more serious."

"Master?" Igor fell to his knees. "I have only ever lived to serve you."

"Is that why you gave up the names of your fellow Death Eaters when on trial?" Voldemort spat at the man. "Some of my most loyal now rot in Azkaban. That I cannot forgive."

"Mercy!" Igor cried out prostrating himself towards the Dark Lord. "I beg m-"

"Avada Kedavra." A green light shot out and blasted the man back. He didn't rise again. "Now that, that unfortunate piece of business is out of the way, we must formally welcome our two newest recruits." Draco and Viktor looked sick. They had inflicted pain upon others but that was probably the first time they've seen a man die in front of them. "You may say your oaths later. First there is another matter I must deal with."

"Harry." Harry was released the statue and with it his chains disappeared. "You have become a legend since that night Harry." He began to laugh and was joined by his followers. "Legend. The people today don't know the meaning of the word. They think because the boy wounded me that night that he is worthy of praise."

He looked around to his followers. He had them eating out of the palm of his hand. "It was love that saved him that night. The love of his Mudblood mother. Her sacrifice protected young Harry against the evil Dark Lord." The crowd broke out into laughter. "It was love that stopped me that night. I couldn't touch young Harry then."

Harry felt himself rise without willing it. He floated off inches off the ground, magic keeping him in the air. Voldemort was at his side in moments. It was almost like he Apparated there. "I can touch you now though." He brought his right hand to Harry's forehead and slowly his pointer finger crept towards Harry's scar. It felt like a brand was being shoved into Harry's skull. He cried out in pain as the sensation ripped through his body.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Daphne cried out tears running down her face. "PLEASE, MERCY!"

Voldemort began to laugh and finally released his hold on Harry who slumped to the ground. "Such a well-mannered girl." He looked to Joseph who was smirking. "Your brother in law should be quite proud, Joseph."

"Get up, Potter!" Voldemort suddenly cried out. "Get up!"

Harry was forced up by his enemies' magic and almost crumpled back to the ground. The crowd broke out into laughter again.

"You and I are going to have a duel, Harry." Voldemort smirked. "After tonight no one will again question my power or my dominion."

"Joseph!" Duffy sprang to attention. "Give the boy his wand." Duffy retrieved the wand from his robes and chucked it towards Harry. It landed just a few feet away from him. "Now pick it up, Harry."

"P-P-P-" Harry sputtered.

"Yes?" Voldemort asked. "What is it you're trying to say Harry?"

"P-Piss off you damn lizard." Harry spat at Voldemort before grabbing his wand and stumbling to his feet.

"How rude." Voldemort sighed. "If only your Mudblood mother could've taught you manners before she died."

"We begin with a bow." Voldemort bowed deeply. "Come now Harry. Don't disappoint Mommy and Daddy. BOW!" Harry was forced to bow of his own accord. "We shall begin! Diffendo!"

"Protego!" Harry's shield went up swiftly, but he needn't have bothered. It shattered like glass and Voldemort's spell hit Harry full on. He cried out in pain as he felt the magic lance through his body.

"Expulso!" Harry was thrown off the ground and hit a gravestone shattering it into pieces. "Come now Harry you must fight back. Make Mummy and Daddy proud."

"Don't talk about them!" Harry got out as he sucked in gulps of precious air. "EXPELIARMUS! STUPEFY!"

The two spells shot towards the Dark Lord who deflected the Disarming Charm and simply dodged the Stun. "Very clever, Harry. Very clever indeed. You have your father's heart. He was one of the best I've ever dueled you'll be glad to hear."

"In the end it wasn't enough." Harry dropped to his knees. "He just wanted to save your mother. He even gave his life."

"Would you do the same I wonder?" With that Voldemort turned to face Daphne who was still trapped against the statue. Her eyes were racing in fear.

"Don't!" Harry cried out as he stumbled to his feet. "Leave her alone! Your fight is with me?"

"Fight?" Voldemort cackled and of course the rest of his minions joined him. "I would hardly call this a fight. I daresay I've won it really. I think I should move on to Miss Greengrass here." He stalked towards her. "Oh, my dear. In another life you would've been a great addition to my army. Blood as pure as yours should not be shed lightly. I fear I have no other choice however."

He was going to do it. He was going to kill Daphne. Harry could only see one course of action. He already knew Voldemort would simply knock away any spell that he threw at the much more experienced wizard. He only had one choice.

"Farewell my dear." Voldemort smirked. Daphne forced herself to look into the eyes of the Dark Lord. When he remembered Daphne Greengrass, he would not remember her as a coward.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"Noooo!"