A/N: We're almost to the end of the story!!! Ahhhh! Are you all excited? I know I am… N-E WAYS… I've already started my next story and I have a little bit of it posted on the Internet already. If you are interested please go to: Yesterday's Hero . I think you will like it. Please read it! Now, on with the story! ~ * ~ Dumbledore was a very smart man. A/N: no really?) And being that smart man he was, he kept his lips shut about the encounter with Harry. He figured it was for the better. The press couldn't go haywire if they didn't know about it, could they? Could the students? No. Dumbledore knew he was right. So the mask lay on his desk for weeks. Anybody who did happen to see it, thought nothing of it. All it looked like was black spandex. But Dumbledore looked at it and thought of it a lot. Well, he wasn't thinking of the mask nearly as much as he was thinking of the boy who had occupied it. ~* ~ Harry kneeled by Voldemort. The man scoffed. "Get up." He said. Harry rose, and didn't look him in the eyes. "You didn't do it, did you." "Didn't- didn't dowhat my lord?" "Kill him! You didn't kill him!" "No, my lord." Harry hung his head. "You stupid, insolent boy!" Voldemort rose Harry's chin with two fingers and smacked him. "Why in bloody blazes did you not kill him?" Harry groped for an answer in the dark corners of his mind. He couldn't think of anything that would sound right. So he told the truth. "I couldn't my lord." He said slowly. "I looked in his eyes, and they just- ughhh! I don't know… they just sort of stopped me in my tracks. I couldn't do it." "Keep going." Voldemort said. "I'm interested." "And it was like- his eyes…they just started overtaking me with- with good. " Voldemort leaned back in his chair, playing with his long fingers. "So it is. I figured as much. They used to say the same thing about you." "Say what my lord?" Harry asked, sitting down in front of Voldemort. "My assassins would say that if they looked into your eyes something would start to change in them." "That doesn't make any sense." Harry said. "Why would my eyes do that to them? And why did you want me killed?" "Ah, Harry there are so many things you don't know yet." Voldemort said. "Come here Harry. Look in my eyes." Harry did as he was told. He moved closer to Voldemort and stared into his eyes, unflinching. "Harry, my son I think you may be slipping away from me." "I would never slip from you." "I know, I know." Voldemort said. "But I must be sure. There is no such thing as good or evil, there is only power." Harry knew what was happening. Voldemort did it to him every once in a while. Truth be told, he didn't really mind, and it seemed to make Voldemort happy when he said the right things. So he said without a second thought, "There is no such thing as good or evil, there is only power." "You want that power, don't you Harry?" "I want that power, my lord." Voldemort laughed. "You are faithful to me." "I am faithful to you." "You would die for me." "I would die for you." Harry's eyes, which had become a little warmer in light of seeing Dumbledore, went cold again. Harry smiled, feeling safe with the vulnerability of caring for something gone. He closed his eyes as Voldemort said his last piece. "You will never leave my service and you love me." "I will never leave your service and I love you." Harry said. Voldemort laughed again. "Open your eyes, my boy." Harry did as he was told. Voldemort smiled wickedly. Voldemort knew that Harry was being truthful about everything he had said, now that he could see Harry's eyes. For Harry's eyes were red. ~* ~* ~* ~* "Now, I want you all to surround the castle. Wait for the signal, from Harry. Do you all remember the signal?" The whole group nodded. "The Dark Mark. The second you see it, break windows, burst down doors- kill you have too- just get into the castle. After that, do as you like. Wreck whatever- kill as many as you can get your hands on. But do not kill Dumbledore. If you find the old coot, get him and bring him to me. I shall be here waiting for your return. And remember- Do not surrender. Fight till the death. " ~* ~* ~* ~* It was dusk when an army of creatures and men crept out of the Forbidden Forest. A few giants were easy to spot, along with some Dementors. But the Incubus's, snakes, Hags, banshees and the Death Eaters could not be spotted. They surrounded the castle in hushed silence. Harry rose his wand, ready to yell out the incantation for the dark mark- when the front door to the castle opened. Harry took a sharp breath, and the wand he was holding moved down to point at the heart of the person who had opened the door. "Don't! Don't shoot it!" A panicked voice said. "Oh, god! Don't shoot! I'm on your side! It's me…Draco." Harry let out his baited breath and said calmly- or coldly, "You aren't supposed to be here Malfoy. Go back inside." "Change in the plans! I want to fight ." Draco hissed. "And if you know who I am, why aren't you treating me with respect? Who are you?" "Nobody to trifle with. Now- since you refuse to leave me alone, I'm asking you to get the hell out of my way so I can start the battle." Draco moved, and with this accomplished, Harry threw his hands up heavenwards and shouted the curse. Like a firecracker, the Dark Mark exploded in the sky. Hundreds of cries rang out around the perimeter. Harry grinned and he and Draco rammed in the front doors. It was pandemonium in the castle. Children were running in every direction, trying to get to their common rooms. Everybody was screaming except Dumbledore, who was standing on a podium at the front of the room, shouting out commands. "Run! Go to your common rooms! Everything will be all right! Prefects, make sure you have all the 1st years! Go! Hurry!" "Well? What are you waiting for?" Draco said. "Lets pop out a can of whoop-ass and flatten this place!" "Righto." Harry said calmly. He walked into the Great Hall and grabbed a small boy by the lapels. The boy whimpered. Harry grinned. "Avada-" Suddenly there was a growl and the next thing Harry knew, the little boy was scampering away. He found himself instead looking at a massive black dog. Harry glared at it and kicked it with all his might. "Stupid mutt." He mumbled. He looked around the hall. The giants had crushed a few people and the Incubus to the right of Harry was busy sucking the souls out of students who had fainted in the confusion. He smiled. Everything was going to plan. McGonagall, Spinistra, Dumbledore and James were making their way through the crowd. James was killing the creatures. The other teachers were helping too. They were stunning everything in sight. Harry knew his turn would be soon. He ran out of the room and up the stairs, taking an all to familiar path to the Gryffindor hall. The fat lady in the portrait screamed when she saw Harry and fainted. Harry pointed his wand at the portrait and it blew into shreds, He climbed through the hole. A wave of screams and terror swept through the hall. "It's a death eater!" the first years were screaming. A group of 7th years were rounding on Harry, ready to take him out. He threw his arm out to them in a sweeping motion and they bowled to the floor. A very tall redheaded boy advanced on Harry. Something about this boy made Harry grin. The boy shot a curse at him- the dissarming curse. Harry dodged easily and shot one back. The redhead blocked it tactfully. But Harry was better than he was. He raised his hand and the curse speeding at him vanished- just like that. The redhead gaped at him. Suddenly a new girl came into view. She was rather short with bushy hair. Hermione Granger. Harry knew her. He didn't like her. She was stuck up. It didn't take long to get her out of his way, she was so very scared of the situation she fought poorly. "Go back to where you came from, Mudblood." Harry said lazily as she walked off. And then Harry realized he was dawdling. He was supposed to be killing . Harry pointed at a girl and beckoned her forward with his wand. She screamed as he body unwillingly hovered over to Harry. "No, Lavender!" The bushy haired girl cried out suddenly. Harry froze momentarily. Lavender. Lavender Brown. But he discarded the emotions. He pointed his wand at her head. "Avada Kedavr-" "STUPEFY!" About 17 voices screamed. Both Harry and Lavender toppled to the floor in dead faints. ~* ~* ~* ~* Outside the common room, down the stairs, the Death Eaters were slowly starting to loose. They just weren't ready for all the house elves to show up and start blasting at them. For as soon as the students were cleared, an army of little slaves popped up. Death Eaters and Dementors were lying everywhere. The other creatures forgot that they had promised Voldemort anything. They ran out of the castle, smashing everything in their panicked way out. The stunned Death Eaters got up and left as inconspicuously as they could. Now all that was left were some wiped out house elves, a few tired teachers and the dead. The battle was over, but the war had just begun. ~* ~* ~* ~* Sirius transformed after he thought all was safe. He stepped over the many bodies on the floor, looking for survivors. He saw a grounded house elf move and Sirius rushed over to it, tripping over something on the way. The thing he tripped over groaned. Sirius spun around and saw a boy lying on his side, clutching a bloody shoulder. "Malfoy, is that you?" Sirius said, crouching down. "Where did he go?" Malfoy said, clearly not seeing Sirius. "Where did who go?" Sirius asked as soothingly as he could. "He just disappeared up the stairs…he hasn't come down yet." Draco said, his voice fading slightly. "Who are you talking about, Draco?" Sirius said, wanting to shake the living crap out of the boy, but refraining. "The man who gave the signal for the battle to begin." Malfoy said. " 'Get out of the way!' He told me. 'I'm trying to start a battle here!' He had red eyes…." He fainted dead away. Sirius thanked the sages that he had tripped over him as he ran out of the hall to go tell Dumbledore.