A/N I'm really, REALLY sorry.

Chapter 13

Everyone was silent. Harry's eyes followed Voldemort closely as he walked around Megan.
"I knew you'd be coming after me." He told them. "You foolish, foolish children."
"I will give you one chance before I kill you. Join the dark side. We will win. If not sooner then later."
Harry looked at the others who nodded at him.
"No Thanks." He said.
Voldemort disappeared again. He materialized directly behind them. Harry noticed he hadn't said a thing about the four of them. He didn't even seem nervous. Maybe he didn't know! How were they going to get to Megan and what do they do once they have her?
You'll know.
Who was that? Harry wondered.
Trust me. By the time you have Megan, you'll know what to do.
The voice was coming from inside his head.
"Ok. Have it your way but before I kill you, I think I'll have a little fun first." He smiled then waved his wand at Hermione.
"Crucio."
Hermione screamed and shriveled up in pain. Her screams echoed through the caves.
"You're sick. I can't believe you think that's entertainment!" Lizzie yelled at him as Ron made his way over to Hermione. Harry edged his way towards Megan. Good. Just as long as the others kept him distracted. Harry and Lizzie exchanged glances. She got the idea.
Voldmort chuckled.
"I can't believe you think this is some sort of game." She continued ferociously. "You, you, ASSHOLE!"
"My, My. Language my dear. Language." Voldemort said, "Imperio!"
Harry was only a few feet away from Megan now but Lizzie had quieted. Harry wondered if she was all right when he heard her begin saying,
"Voldemort, my lord. I am terribly sorry I said that about you. You know you are my favorite person in the entire world. I love you. I always have and always will."
"Why, thank you!" Voldmort answered, lazily twirling his wand. "You may continue."
"You are so smart and clever." She paused then and glanced at Harry, he realized that she wasn't under the Imperius Curse after all. What was she doing then? Just a few more feet.
"I will serve you as your most loyal servant. Now I would like to prove my loyalty to you." She said.
"Hmm. Proceed."
She walked up to him. She then pulled something out of her pocket. A penknife.
"Merry Christmas!" She yelled jabbing the knife into his right eye. Voldemort let out an almighty scream. Harry was now at Megan's platform. Now what?
"Lizzie, Ryan! Come here!" He yelled. He had no idea why he had just yelled that but he did. They ran over to him as Ron tried to steal Voldemort's wand. Harry grabbed Lizzie's hand and watched as she grabbed Ryan's. Then he saw Voldemort. Voldmort apparently had fixed his eye. And he was starting towards them. Hermione ran and jumped on Voldemort's back.
She must've regained consciousness. Harry thought. Then he though about what she was actually doing.
"HERMIONE NO!" He yelled.
"Ron, help Hermione!" He told Ron.
"Harry, concentrate!" Ryan said. Harry reached towards Megan with one hand. Lizzie held his other. He was surprised to find that he could touch Megan. He pulled her off the platform and onto the floor. She gasped but immediately stood up. Harry heard something.
"Harry, Ron, Bye!" That was Hermione.
"Avada Kedavra."
He looked hesitantly over afraid of what he might see. Hermione was dead.
"Hermione!" He moaned. One of his best friends in the world was gone. All on his account.
"She shouldn't have tried to save us." He said aloud.
"Ron, get out of here." Harry yelled.
"No. I'm not leaving you." But Ron needn't have worried. Voldemort was now concentrating on Harry, Ryan, Lizzie, and Megan.
They had now formed a square, and were holding hands. Harry heard words emitting from his mouth. The words were in some strange language he had never heard before. Ryan, Megan, and Lizzie were repeating every sentence Harry muttered. As they talked, a ball of red light grew brighter and brighter in the middle of them. Voldemort was now only a few feet away.
Nine feet.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
"Avada Kedavra!" Lizzie dropped.
"Avada Kedavra!" Ryan fell.
"Avada-" He stopped mid sentence. Ron had tripped him.
"Kolaiah." Harry muttered the final word of the strange incantation that came from somewhere inside him.
"Kolaiah." Megan repeated.
"NO!" Voldemort screamed. The ball of light rose into the air and exploded. What happened next was very gruesome. By the looks of it, Voldemort was turned inside out. Then it seemed he exploded into billions of pieces. Flesh, blood, bone, and tiny bits of organs spewed through out the cave. He had been ripped apart from the inside, out.
"Gross." Harry heard Megan say just before she blacked out.
Ron had fainted too. Harry didn't blame them. He wished he had fainted. Unfortunately, he hadn't and was left with three dead bodies, and two unconscious ones. Harry felt tears begin to form in his eyes as he realized that Hermione, Ryan, and Lizzie, three of his closest friends ever, were gone. He would never see them again. It was all his fault. He sank to his knees and let himself cry. He cried for the lives his friends would never have. Their lives, which had been so abruptly taken away from them. He cried for his friends, and for himself.
Finally, he managed to pull himself together. He took the powder and book out of his cloak and set it on the platform where Megan had been laying. He walked over to Lizzie's body. He picked her up and placed her next to the platform. She felt so cold. He walked over to Ryan and did the same with him. Then Hermione. He shook Megan awake. She looked around the room and began crying. Harry held her while she cried. She stopped finally and muttered a "thanks" to Harry. Ron wouldn't wake up but he was still breathing. Harry and Megan carried Ron over to where Lizzie, Ryan and Hermione lie.
"They look so cold." She whispered.
Harry nodded and shivered himself. He grabbed the wrists of Lizzie and Ron
And Megan grabbed Ryan and Hermione.
He then took the powder, sprinkled a circle around the six as he had done before, and recited the counterpoem.

Please take us back from this place here,
We've conquered what we'd come to fear,
'Tis home where we wish to be brought,
From this battle we've bravely fought.

The blackness came. The cold air whipping past Harry. This time he heard no screams however, and they were falling downwards instead of upwards. He tightened his grip on Ron and Lizzie. The wind slowed. He knew they were coming to the end of the tunnel.
Back home he thought and then like he had before, blacked out.

A/N The next chapter should be the last one. I'm REALLY really sorry for killing Hermione, Ryan, and Lizzie but I felt it had to be done.