It had been a week since that night. Draco and Harry had grown accustomed to sleeping in each other's beds. The other boys either didn't mind or looked the other way. They had grown to like Draco and both he and Harry as a couple seemed like it had always been. It was almost time for Christmas break; in fact they only had a week to go. Draco was of course staying, as was Harry. Ron was going home for a change. His brothers were visiting and the whole family would be home for the holidays. So few were staying. Harry and Draco looked mischievously at each other knowing they would have the fifth year dorm to themselves. " You two better behave yourselves." Was all Hermione had to say. But thoughts of up coming holiday were interrupted by the present. School was till in session and the teacher's piles the homework high. Draco and Hermione were great helps to all in Gryffindor. Things were going great until two days before break.



December 16th-

Voldemort had dared to strike the one place he hadn't before. Hogwarts. Dumbledore had left. Ministry business before the holidays so perhaps he felt the threat was less. He had also grown in power. He had waited. But his hatred for Potter did not lessen and now he also wanted Draco. Draco's whose father had betrayed him, enough reason for the whole family to die painful deaths.

It happened at breakfast. There was a large explosion and everyone jumped or ducked. Dementors appeared, as did Deatheaters in their black hoods. There were so many. Students were screaming and running teachers had jumped to their feet ready to fight the evil that dared enter their school. Harry instantly grabbed Draco's hand. He wanted to run, hide, protect the one he loved but the Gryffindor in him knew that would solve nothing.

No one knew how they got in the school, but then now one was thinking how they got in just how to get them out. Then he appeared. In a new body yes but Harry knew instantly who it was. His hand reached for his wand like a reflex. Ron, Hermione, Harry and Draco were some of the few students still in the hall. The teachers gathered around them. Harry did his best to ignore the pain burning in his head; his hand clasped in Draco's gave him strength.

"I'm not here for you today." Voldemort hissed waving his hands so that the teachers were flung to each side of the room.

The cluster of friends tightened. Scared, but facing the dark Lord with determination in their eyes. He could easily kill them all, they knew this, but he wanted them to suffer to be begging to die. The Dementors were there to guard. The deatheaters formed a circle around the four, giving them little change to escape. The dark lord would not let them out of this circle alive. Harry looked his friends, they shouldn't be here, this was his fault. No he needed positive thoughts. This would be the fight of their lives. They may all die.

What will they do?

(Umm. yes what will they do?)