A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy ;). And maybe tell me what you think.

Chapter 78: My life

The spell was only raised in a limited space, and it looked like a fog dome, as the anti apparition spell usually kept the fog away from the school grounds. Everyone else was talking or watching the maze, occasionally leaving and going to the castle, so no one was paying attention to us.

"You stay here Eve, I'll be right back."

I entered the dome and just as I was disapparating, a hand caught mine and we vanished to where my brother was. Why couldn't Eve just listen to me once?

From what I saw, we were going to a graveyard of some sort, but I was just concentrated on Apparating next to Harry.

"...Kedavra!"

A shot of green light, and a scream.

"Cedric!!" Harry yelled behind us, turning to the Hufflepuff. But the curse never hit him, Cedric was very much alive, staring with horror at the same thing as me: a feminine body sprawled on the grass, the bottom of the crimson robes crumpled under her, a dead person who was filled with life mere seconds ago, raven hair around her head like a halo, bue eyes wide in surprise, and the parted lips of a mouth that could never laugh again. No, the curse didn't reach Cedric, because it hit Eve.

For a moment I couldn't move, staring at one my best friends laying on the ground, without moving or breathing. And that was also the time it took the killer to register what happened. I didn't have time to see who it was, because it raised it's wand once more pointing it to Cedric.

"Cedric, get to the portkey NOW!" He didn't make it, but the killer merely tied the three of us to gravestones instead of taking anymore lives. Now I could see the face behind the old cloak. Pettigrew, and he was carrying something that looked like a terribly disfigured baby. It was Voldemort, it seemed.

The rat finished brewing a nasty looking potion in a huge cauldron between the three gravestones. He cut off his right hand and dropped it in the cauldron, flinching instead of screaming, along with a bone from Mr Riddle's grave and then he made a cut on Harry's arm and dropped his blood in as well. He threw the ugly creature inside and soon, a full sized monster raised from it.

"My robes, Wormtail." He was quickly clothed and given his wand. The next half an hour was filled with stories and plans on how to kill us, but against my nature, I didn't say a thing. I could only lock my eyes to Eve's lifeless body laying a few meters from us.

All until they came though. Voldemort stuck his wand in Pettigrew's Dark Mark and summoned his followers. They soon emerged from the shadows, black cloaks and silver masks covering their faces, and arranged themselves into a circle. The man started going to each of them, terrifying everyone. He went to Crabbe and Goyle, to some Carrow twins and then.

"Lucius...how bold of you to be here."

"Why -why my lord?" his voice was very obviously trembling, but he was stiff as a pole. I felt terrible for him. He was here, facing the consequences of bad choices from years ago, standing face to face with the man who killed his sister in cold blood.

"It has been brought to my knowledge that after I...disappeared, you denied any former loyalty to me and your help wasn't offered to any of the ones you used to call friends. In fact, that is true for most of you." He said, turning around to look at all of his followers. "Almost all of you betrayed me. Besides the Carrow twins who searched for me, and the young Nott here who has just joined us recently."

He turned to the only person he hadn't talk to yet in the circle. He didn't have a mask, just a black cloak, and his middle length black hair could be seen under it. He was obviously younger than any of the others, but his prideful stance emanated power. He bowed deeply to the monster in front of him.

"Of course my lord."

"Young Garret is here tonight to receive his Mark as a favour for everything he has done to help me stay alive during the past year. He helped more than any of you, and he earned it. Come young man."

As he stepped towards the center of the circle, he briefly looked towards us, but his eyes stopped at me, looking rather shocked, and I ignored the question in his blue eyes, not moving a muscle. I knew he wasn't much of a family guy, but this was terrible. He knew his father's story damn well and here he was, getting a terrible mark on his arm, the same mark that almost destroyed their family.

His scream when he was burnt with the magical tattoo was terrible, but I could only think of his mother's reaction when she was going to find out eventually.

"Now, that you are one of us, you will have to prove your loyalty to the cause once more. I see that my little plan failed on one side, the girl is still alive. But she will pay for her recklessness and for how she insulted me. So you will have the honour of killing her tonight. I will take care of Harry Potter personally after that." He finished, flashing his teeth at my brother, and then cutting the ropes tying me to the stone.

The circle widened, the Death Eaters trying to get out of the way. Garret raised his wand and I didn't make any move. From what Death told me and from what I already knew, I was a monster myself, and not even one supposed to live. I could've killed my mother the night I was born, since I was the one supposed to die. Maybe this night things could arrange the way they should've thirteen years ago.

His whole demeanour was cold, but his eyes betrayed him. He was afraid, he didn't think he would be asked to do this, he jumped in this head first, not thinking of anything. But he would be killed if he refused, so he had to do it.

When the words got out of his mouth, nothing happened, as there was obviously nothing behind them, not hate, nothing. And that was when my indifference disappeared, as I remembered the two terrified boys tied to stones behind me, waiting their deaths. If I was ready to die, they weren't, and it was my duty to save them. As the Death Eater circle got around him for Merlin knows what terrible punishment and pain that Voldemort was going to inflict on him, I silently cut the ropes around the boys. When Voldy realized what was happening, I was already holding Harry and Cedric's hands and and Eve's body and summoning the Portkey. But he was faster than I expected.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A shot of green light, a feeling like ice water was poured on my back and then darkness, nothing, just the bliss of the numbing pain.

But the moment my body hit solid ground my breath was slapped back into me and it took some time, but finally I could hear the screams around me, and someone was clinging onto my arm crying my name. It was Harry. Above my head, the twins were leaning on each other, crying.

I could see everything though a dark green net; my hair. Someone had the brilliant idea to brush it from my face after some time though. I jolted up, remembering my friend who was still irrevocably dead next to me, out hands still entwined.

That was the moment the shock passed, and it all sunk in; I forgot about the world around for a moment, and didn't think about how I got shot with the killing curse and then came back. I forgot about the Horcrux living inside me, about Death and about Voldemort and Garret who was probably subjected to some gruesome punishment now. I started crying, grabbing onto her dead body for dear life. Because that's what she used to be, and still was, even after her soul left her body. She was the first to make me feel normal, the one I trusted with everything, the one I'd jump happily into fire for, my reckless friend, my sister, my life.