Title: Guilty By Association

Author: Tiny Q

E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com

A/N: Yes, it's me again. And I bring with me: The second last chapter! That's right, only one more after this, I was thinking of an epilogue, but I don't think it is going to happen. Depends. Well yes. I hope to get the next and finale chapter out within the next three weeks, that way I don't have to worry about it during exams. Well enough of my babble. I own nothing but the plot, which is extra long today, for your reading enjoyment!

Guilty By Association

Chapter 11

What About Harry?

"You bitch!" Ginny Weasley screamed as she realized who was standing before her. "How could you?! Why?"

"Oh Ginny my dear," Tabitha Murphy said as though she were speaking to a child. Her Australian accent was absent from her voice and had been replaced by a British one. In her hands the blond woman held both Ginny's own wand as well as Draco's. Ginny's mind began to swim. "It was far to simple. You all are just to trusting."

Ginny looked around and saw that Harry was being restrained by three large looking Death Eaters a few feet in front of her. He was struggling but to no avail, their grip seemed to be too tight. She glanced behind her and saw Draco staring blankly at the blond woman. Ginny turned back to her and felt rage over come her. Tabitha was the mole. Letting out a shriek of rage she leapt towards her with the intentions of clawing her eyes out. She barley got one foot before she felt ropes fly around her, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud.

"That temper of yours will really get you into trouble one of these days, Gin," Tabitha chided. She snapped her fingers and Ginny saw Draco being seized by three of the other cloaked men who were in the room and was pulled to stand beside Harry. Ginny soon felt herself being heaved off the ground and dragged over to them. She glared pointedly at the two men holding onto her arms with painful grips.

"Why, Tabitha?" Harry said in a voice Ginny had never heard him speak with before. She glanced his way and could see a mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes, the likes of which she had never seen. "We trusted you. Ron and Hermione trusted you. Why betray us now?"

Tabitha let out a sharp, cruel laugh. "You think I just turned now? You are even more daft than I thought you were, Harry. I have been working for the Dark Lord the entire time. Or do you think it is common for a witch of my power to just show up on your doorstep opening day? Looking for a job no less?" The woman shook her head in disgust. "And as for why, it was all in the plan."

"Plan?" Ginny said, struggling to get free from the ropes and men. "What do you mean, plan?"

"I was sent in at first to just make sure you never stumbled onto anything you weren't supposed to," the woman grinned wider as if laughing at her own joke in her head. "But when that old woman came in and began rambling on about the prophecy, the plan changed. I was to bide my time until Hermione got pregnant."

Ginny heard Harry make a strange noise.

"But how the hell did you find out she was pregnant?" Ginny hissed. "You weren't there and she didn't say anything to anyone!"

"Oh but you're wrong, dear girl," Tabitha hissed, her grin getting even wider. Ginny looked at her as though she was going insane, which at the moment she didn't doubt. "I was there, you just couldn't see me."

"Did you use an invisibility cloak?" Harry asked, also struggling against the men holding him.

"Were do you think they got the idea of an invisibility cloak from, Harry?" she let out a short laugh. "You don't think one day someone just said, 'Hey! Let's make a cloak that makes people invisible! Wouldn't that be fun?'" she laughed again at her own joke. "You said yourself that I have a knack for digging up forgotten spells. I just came across the original spell the ancients used before the cloak was invented. It was too complicated. That's why the cloaks were invented in the first place. Not to shabby eh?" she laughed again.

"I was in the Bureau the whole time," Tabitha continued, turning her attention back to Ginny. "When you were on the roof, I grabbed that muggle idiot's gun. I had it all perfectly planned, his car would break down and I was to kill you," she said pointing at Draco, "And everyone would think it was him. But you just wouldn't die. Just had to throw a wand into the works. I see why your father disowned you."

Draco let out a growl and lunged forward. The three men holding onto him held fast and kept him in place. Tabitha laughed even harder. "Did I hurt your feelings, honey? I am so sorry." She laughed again.

"But why would you want to kill Draco?" Ginny demanded, ignoring Harry and Draco's stares for addressing him by his first name.

"You would want to know, wouldn't you?" Tabitha said, flipping her hair. "He was about to betray his father and framing Dudley for his murder would break the Bureau long enough for my Master to make his move. Killing two birds with one stone sort of speak. We had been building our force for months, for one big attack to mark our return. The entire month of December was very crucial in our plan. That's when the stupid muggles were creating the layouts for the celebrations."

"But you were in Hawaii," Ginny started. "Unless . . . you never went. That's why you had no tan."

"Very good my dear," Tabitha said with a slight giggle. "Now if only you would have been smart enough to keep your nose out of things it doesn't belong in, we could have avoided what is going to happen to you." Ginny got a sinking feeling in her stomach. 'What does she mean by that?' she wondered. She looked at the blond quizzically.

"Don't tell me you still think you just fell asleep in the bathtub do you?" Ginny saw Harry's head turn sharply towards her. 'What the hell does she mean by that?' she thought, but didn't voice her question. At Ginny's silence, Tabitha continued. "You have no idea how much energy it took me to try and drown you. Voodoo dolls just aren't as effective at long distance in this type of weather. Not that it really mattered much, a few more minutes and you would have been dead, but then Mr. Malfoy here just had to interfere once again. I am telling you," she said glaring at him. "I think I am going to have to teach you a lesson soon." She let out another cruel laugh.

"But if it was you," Harry said slowly after turning his attention from Ginny and Draco. "Then why was Dudley always away when things seemed to happen?"

"I impressed myself on how well that little dilemma worked out. Once again I bring up the fact that I can uncover ancient spells. A while ago I found a spell that works a lot like the Imperious Curse, though on a smaller and less drastic level. Sort of like whispering encouragement to a person. That's how I got you in the tub by the way and how I kept you from looking at that stupid closet," she said to Ginny. She tried to break free and attack her again, though all the struggling seemed to be futile. Ginny finally relaxed and focused in on what the woman was saying.

"Whenever I had something planned," Tabitha continued, pacing up and down in front of them, waving her hands for emphasis. "I would just whisper something into his simplistic, muggle mind and have him go off on some errand or what not. Quite ingenious if I do say so myself." 'Someone's not arrogant now is she?' Ginny thought sarcastically.

"Alright," Draco finally spoke. "If you were behind all of the goings on around here, then fine. But tell me this, why are you in league with Voldemort?"

Tabitha looked at him sharply, the smile leaving her face. "Not that it is any of your business," she hissed. "But it is so I can get my share of the power I deserve."

"But from what I've seen," he continued. "You obviously have more than enough power on your own. Why join with the Dark Lord? You just don't seem the type." Tabitha made a hissing noise and pointed his own wand at him.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you," she hissed. "You've already caused me enough problems as it is. One wrong word and you might not see another sun rise." Ginny looked at Draco who was holding eye contact with the woman before him. Desperate to keep her from killing him she thought quickly of something to say.

"What are they going to do to Hermione then?" she finally asked. Tabitha turned to look at her, her smile returning.

"Oh, it is such a wonderful idea," she sighed dreamily. "But, I have seen more than enough James Bond movies with Dudley to know when the bad guy is supposed to shut up." (A/N Please, don't mind the Dogma rip) Ginny stared at her.

"Can we at least see her then?" Harry asked, desperation in his voice.

"I suppose," Tabitha said slowly. "For old times sake." She turned her attention to the Death Eaters in the room. "Bind their hands, we'll take them down to see her." The black cloaked men nodded and proceeded to bind Ginny's hands with cord and then remove the ropes that were about her body. She could see Harry and Draco's hands being bound as well.

With a slight grin, Tabitha led the three of them and the seven cloaked Death Eaters to the door, which she opened and walked through. Ginny was shoved forward along with Harry and Draco, and soon found herself at the stair well. They walked slowly down the last two levels of the renovated part of the building and headed to the right to an older and slightly shabbier looking stairwell. They went down one flight of stairs and came to a very brightly lit hall with many people dressed in black cloaks walking about.

Ginny glanced at Harry who was looking around as though trying to figure out exactly where they were going. She then looked towards Draco, who was to her left, and saw him looking around as if he were counting and recognizing everyone they passed. 'Creepy,' she thought but caught her breath when they came to a stop in front of an ordinary looking door with about half a dozen muscular Death Eaters standing before it, wands drawn. 'Well they look friendly,' Ginny thought sarcastically as she looked at their cruel faces.

"They wish to see the prisoner," Tabitha said simply, waving her hand slightly. The large figures nodded and moved away from the door entirely. She strode forward, her cloak billowing about her, and opened the door. She walked in, and Ginny was pushed forward after her. She heard Harry and Draco stumbling behind her. "You have visitors," Tabitha said to a seemingly empty room.

Ginny gasped. She never thought a room like this was possible for a prisoner. There was a large, expensive looking bed in the far end close to an exquisite looking fire place, in which a cheerful fire was burning. To the right of the door there was a large table filled with foods of all sorts and across from that was a book shelf with volumes of books Ginny had never heard of before. Tabitha seemed to be directing her attention to the red, high backed chair that was facing the fire.

"I don't want to see another of your doctors," a familiar voice hissed from behind it. Ginny's heart skipped a beat.

"Hermione?" Harry asked tentatively. Ginny heard the person in the chair gasp and suddenly stand up, spinning to face them.

"Harry?! Ginny?!" She gasped and ran towards them, a large smile on her face and tears glistening in her eyes. She came to a sudden stop though when she saw Draco, and stared at him blankly. After a moment she turned her attention to Tabitha. "You can leave now," she hissed. "And you can take them with you," she gestured towards the cloaked figures who were still holding onto them.

"Anything for an old friend," Tabitha said sweetly then motioned for the others to go. Ginny felt her arms being released and glared angrily at the pair who had been holding onto her. The door closed with a firm thump and Ginny stared at it for a moment then turned her attention to Hermione.

"Are you alright?" Ginny asked her friend, looking at her with concern.

"I'm fine," the woman sighed happily. She walked towards the bed, bent down and pulled out a knife from under it. "They aren't to smart," she said with a slight smile and walked towards Ginny and began slicing the roped that bound her hands. "They left this in here the second day."

"Thanks," Ginny said as she began to rub her wrists.

"What have they been doing to you?" Harry demanded slightly as she began to cut his.

"Nothing really," she sighed. "They sent a few doctors in here to 'check' on me. That's about it. Oh and that two timing bitch, Tabitha came here. Told me the whole story. I've been praying that you would come. How is Ron?" she asked after Harry's hands were free. There was desperation in her voice. "He was on the ground the last time I saw him."

"He's fine, Hermione," Ginny said soothingly. "He woke up last night."

"Woke up?" Hermione asked worriedly. "Woke up from what?"

"He was hurt pretty bad," Harry started. "It took him a while to regain consciousness. But don't worry, he's already back to normal. He wanted to come with us, but we made him stay behind with Dudley and Seamus." Ginny got a sinking feeling when he mentioned Dudley. It was more of a guilty feeling. 'I can't believe I ever doubted him,' she thought sadly. 'I hope he can forgive me.'

"Excuse me," Draco said suddenly from beside her. She turned her head towards him, slightly startled. She had forgotten he was there. "But can you cut me lose as well?" he motioned towards Hermione.

"O-of course," Hermione stammered, after glancing at Harry and Ginny, who nodded. "What are you doing here Malfoy?"

"Helping to get you out, obviously," he sneered as she began to cut his ropes. Hermione raised her brows slightly but continued to cut until he was free.

"He showed up the same night you disappeared," Ginny explained as she began to look around the room. "Why did they put you in here?"

"They don't want to risk hurting my child," Hermione said bitterly as she walked back towards the chair she had occupied before, and sat down. "I have this dreadful feeling that they were planning on keeping me here for nine months."

"Well that's not going to happen," Ginny assured her.

"And how do you figure that, Weasley," Draco sneered suddenly. She turned towards him sharply, feeling crushed.

"So it's Weasley now, Malfoy?" she snapped. 'I don't think I am ever going to understand men,' she thought bitterly, glaring angrily at him.

He ignored what she had said and continued, "There are half a dozen Death Eaters outside that door. Not to mention the small army marching the halls. You don't think they are going to let us just walk out of here, do you?"

"You could always call in an old favor," Ginny hissed angrily, wanting to get back at him. "Since you seemed to know them all." Draco's eyes flashed with anger and hurt, and not for the first time, she regretted what she had said.

"Fighting about it is not going to get us anywhere," Hermione said sharply, causing Ginny and Draco to both looked at her. "I sure as hell don't want to be in here for the next nine months, so can we put our heads together and try to think of a way out of here?"

Ginny nodded grudgingly and sat down on the foot of the bed. To her surprise Draco sat down next to her. Glaring at him, she moved over half a space and avoided his eyes, instead looking at Harry. He was standing beside Hermione's chair and was looking from her to Draco then back again. He finally shook his head and looked down at Hermione.

"They haven't given you a potion or anything, have they?" he asked her. Ginny saw her shake her head.

"No, and they haven't tried to give me anything either," she glanced at the table with the food. "Just that. I've been trying to eat as little of it as possible. It's like the tables at Hogwarts and I don't trust it anymore than I do Voldemort himself." Ginny saw Harry nod.

"Good," he began. "Dumbledore, or Snape rather, found an old text that suggested that what Voldemort is trying to do is keep you in the presence of evil so the child will grow in evil and become evil itself." Hermione gasped slightly and moved her hand towards her middle. "We have two days to get you out of here," he continued.

After a moment she nodded numbly. "When are the reinforcements coming?" she asked. Ginny felt her stomach drop.

"They won't be," Harry sighed. "Wallski, didn't think our plan was worthy enough. We're on our own."

"And all we have is this knife," Hermione sighed shakily and placed it carefully beneath the cushion of the chair. Harry nodded and Ginny sighed miserably. 'At least this is a nice place,' she thought grimly. 'Could be a lot worse.' As if on queue, the door opened and Tabitha strode in, followed by the same seven Death Eaters Ginny had first seen. She jumped to her feet, Draco did the same, standing in front of her slightly.

"Him," Tabitha hissed, gesturing towards Harry. "Master wants to see the Boy Who Lived," she spat the words out. As three of the large men moved towards him, Draco moved to stop them. It happened so fast that Ginny didn't even have a chance to move. The cloaked man closest to him turned slightly, planting a fist firmly in his face, sending him flying a good three feet back. Ginny let out a shriek and rushed towards him.

Harry on the other hand was grabbed, struggling the whole time, and dragged towards the door. Tabitha bowed slightly and followed the group out.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed and ran quickly towards the door, only to have it slammed in her face. "No!" she screamed and pounded it with her fist. She then turned towards Ginny who was holding Draco's head in her lap. "Is he-"

"Unconscious," she said quickly. 'But what about Harry?' she thought. She doubted he was going to have tea with the Dark Lord.

~*~

Draco felt like he had been bowled over by an army of angry Hippogriffs. His head was pounding yet he was warm at the same time, he seemed to be lying on a bed of clouds. He slowly opened his eyes to see a blurry world before him. He could see the same red hared angel he had seen before and he almost drifted back to sleep but something inside his head snapped him back to reality.

He wasn't on a cloud or any other nice place, but rather a gaudy cell with no wand or means of escape. 'Why did I try to help?' he wondered and groaned despite himself. Ginny, who had been sitting on the foot of the bed got up and walked to his side.

"Are you alright?" she asked him quietly and gently felt his left cheek. He felt it sting but closed his eyes at her cool touch.

"Fine," he muttered and slowly sat up. "How long have I been out for?"

"About an hour," she said, glancing at Hermione who was still seated in her chair. Draco looked around the room. They were the only ones in it.

"And he's still not back yet?" he asked, worrying slightly, though he wasn't exactly sure why. Ginny shook her head gravely and sat down next to him.

"Nothing," she sighed. "You were right, we're not going to be able to get out of this. There are to many of them."

He turned towards her quickly. "I didn't mean it," he said softly, hoping that the other woman wouldn't hear.

"Then why did you say it?" Ginny asked, looking at him with disbelieving eyes. As Draco looked back, all he could do was shrug. "Figures," she said then lay back on the bed. 'Just when things were starting to work out I had to open my mouth,' he thought bitterly. He put his head in his hands. Ever since she had nearly drowned, Draco had been looking at her in a different light. The light had always been there, he realized, just that he had never come to realize it until he had nearly lost her. 'And all this damn bickering isn't helping,' he thought.

There was a click from across the room and he lifted his head from his hands with a snap. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ginny sit up. He looked at the door and got a sinking feeling as the Tabitha woman walked in with her hoard of men behind her. Potter wasn't with them.

"You can either come quietly," Tabitha began. "Or we can do this the hard way. It's your choice."

"We'll come quietly," Draco said after a moment and shot Ginny a meaningful look. He got up and quickly walked towards Hermione. She gave him a look as if he was insane, but he motioned with his eyes towards the seat and she nodded with understanding.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Tabitha hissed suspiciously, as he left her line of sight.

"Helping her to her feet," he said simply, holding out his hand and doing as he said, yet at the same time quickly sliding the knife into his boot. Hermione nodded to the woman and allowed herself to be led to the door. He glanced back at Ginny, who stood and followed close behind him.

He saw Tabitha smirk and waved her hand. Draco soon found himself, along with Ginny and Hermione, being flanked by the large cloaked men. He felt Hermione tremble slightly and surprised himself by gently squeezing her hand. It just seemed the right thing to do.

They were led back to the stairwell they had come from before. The halls were void of people and the six men who had been at the door followed them. After they reached the ground level, Tabitha opened the door and Draco's heart began to race.

They were led into a large room that was filled with a large crowd of black cloaked figures. At the front of the room was a small platform with a large, elegant throne in the center, on which sat Voldemort, tall and proud. To the right of him stood his father, grinning wickedly at him. 'He's not my father anymore,' he reminded himself, and diverted his eyes from the man's cold gaze.

He scanned the room but quickly snapped his eyes back to a heap of black robes to his right, realizing it was a person. 'Potter,' he thought and nudged Ginny. She looked at him then to the person on the ground. She let out a small gasp and rushed towards him. Meanwhile, Draco held firmly onto Hermione. He watched as Ginny pulled Potter into a sitting position, and he heard him groan.

"Grab them," Lucius commanded. In an instant Draco felt Hermione being torn from his grasp and felt himself being grabbed once again by strong arms. He was pulled into a straight line alongside Ginny and Harry, who was weakly on his feet. Hermione on the other hand was pulled by two of them to the platform and brought to stand on the opposite side of Voldemort from his father.

Voldemort laughed cruelly. "You thought you would save your friend," he hissed in his unearthly voice. "We were hopping you would." He turned his attention to the crowd. "Peterson," he hissed, "You may proceed."

An old man emerged from the crowd to his left and Draco recognized him instantly from parties his father had had when he was younger. He was one of Voldemort's oldest followers. A seer. The old man lent heavily on a wooden cane and slowly made his way towards him.

"The strongest," he hissed, and Draco wondered what he meant. He didn't have a chance to ask however as the old man thrust his left hand, wide spread, centimeters from his face and closed his eyes. "The strongest," he hissed again, opening his eyes, shuffling down to Ginny who was next to him and repeated what he had done. He then did it again for Potter.

After a moment he turned to the Dark Lord and bowed slightly. "Her," he said pointing back at Ginny. Draco looked at the man sharply. Ginny made a small squeak but held her head high. Voldemort motioned to the men holding her, and she was pulled forward towards the platform.

"Ah," he hissed. "Miss. Weasley. Tell me, do you still keep a diary?" The crowd began to laugh a sickening laugh, while Voldemort himself grinned awfully, sending chills down Draco's spine. Ginny remained silent, and after a moment the laughter died and Voldemort frowned. "You will answer if you know what's good for you girl," he threatened. Still she remained silent. 'Why does she have to be stubborn now?' he wondered. "Malfoy?" the he addressed Draco's father, who quickly strode forward, off the platform and stopped before her.

There was a sickening smack as he slapped her face. Draco jerked forward, attempting to get free so he could kill the man who looked so much like him with his own hands. He could see Potter doing the same as well but they were both held onto firmly. Lucius smirked at him, then turned to face the man on the throne.

"I will ask you again," Voldemort said, a dangerous edge to his voice. "Do you or do you not still keep, a diary?"

For a moment Draco thought she was going to remain silent, until he heard her say in voice filled with venom, the likes of which he had never heard her utter: "No." He sighed slightly as Voldemort nodded and the blond man returned to his position beside him.

"Peterson?" the snake like man asked and the old man motioned to someone in the crowd. A tall, lean man strode forward, but Draco didn't recognize him. 'He must be new,' he thought with disgust. The man bowed to the Dark Lord then turned to the old man.

"As close to the heart as you can," he said, looking intently at Ginny. Draco felt desperation burn inside him. 'They're going to kill her!' he thought frantically. The lean man walked towards Ginny and in one quick move tore open the front of her robes, her cloak falling to the ground. Her back was turned to him, but he could see her jerk with surprise. He began to struggle to get free, desperate to get to her. Potter was doing the same, though he was much weaker the he was.

The man pulled out an object which glinted in the candlelight from above their heads. A knife, Draco realized with dread, and increased his struggle even more. The man swiped his arm quickly towards Ginny and she let out a screech of surprise and pain. 'No!' he thought frantically, struggling as hard as he could, lashing out with fist and foot. 'She can't be dead! She can't!'

After a moment he realized that Ginny was still standing, and not being held up by the large cloaked men as he had thought. Peterson pulled a goblet from his robs and strode towards Ginny, forcing her to lean forward. After a few moments he stepped back, pulled a vial from his robes, poured it's contents into the goblet then grinned.

"It is ready, Master," he said and bowed. With a wave of his hand, the men holding Ginny dragged her back to stand between Draco and Potter. Draco looked at her, dreading what he would see. Her robes had been torn open, exposing her light blue bra, which was now stained with blood that was flowing our of a large wound on the left side of her chest. She was breathing hard and looked paler than he himself looked.

She didn't look at him however, she kept her eyes on the old man, who was slowly making his was towards the platform. He stopped before Hermione and held it to her. "Drink," he demanded, and Draco saw Hermione's eyes widen with fear and disgust.

"Wait!" Tabitha called suddenly from the side of them. Everyone in the room turned towards her. "You said that you weren't going to use that potion! You know the consequences! The child will be spared insanity, but the mother . . ."

"I lied," Voldemort hissed then turned his attention to the people behind her. "Restrain her. I'll gather her powers latter."

"What?!" she screeched. "You two timing bastard! I trusted you!" She pulled out her wand but the Death Eaters behind her, grabbed it away and restrained her. They pulled out Draco's own and two others which he suspected were Ginny's and Harry's, tossing them at Voldemort's feet.

"The blood of one who has survived the presence of evil without going insane," he heard someone whisper in the crowd. "Will keep the child from going insane, yet it drains the soul of the mother and kills her slowly." He gasped and was about to shout to Hermione not to drink it, but Potter must have heard as well for he called out before he could.

"Don't drink it Hermione!" he screamed, and she looked at him, wide eyed. "Your-" he was cut off, as the lean man, who was now standing off to the side, sent a binding charm to his mouth.

"Drink," the old man demanded. Hermione clamped her lips shut, pressing them together, reminding Draco of Professor McGonagall. 'What a time to remember old teachers,' he thought with disgust and began to struggle to get free. Ginny and Potter followed suit.

Hermione was looking around desperately, leaning as far back as she could. One of the men holding her forced her head back and began forcing her mouth open. When that didn't work, he pinched her nose shut. She held her breath for a longer time then Draco thought humanly possible, making him wonder if she was going to pass out, but then she let out a huge gasp. The old man, moved quicker than Draco thought him capable of, and poured the potion into her mouth. The other man then snapped her mouth shut and held it, along with her nose.

"Hermione!" Ginny screamed. She was twisting, kicking and jumping so hard that Draco was surprised the two men holding her hadn't lost their hold. He looked back at the woman and realized that she still hadn't swallowed yet. 'We're never going to get her out of here,' he thought desperately. Hermione seemed to be thinking along these lines as well. There were tears streaming out of her eyes and she was turning an awful shade of blue, her body slowly slumping against her captors.

There was the sudden pop of someone Apparating, and Draco took a double take as he saw Ron Weasley standing beside Hermione. He punched the man holding his wife's mouth shut and she quickly spat the potion out and began to cough violently. The old man howled with rage, and attempted to advance on Ron, but he held out his wand.

"Don't," Draco heard him hiss.

"Get him!" Voldemort screamed with fury, rising from his seat. Before anyone could move, there was another popping sound, this time Seamus Finnigan, holding onto Dudley Dursley's hand, appeared before the platform. 'If this they are all who are going to help, we are no better off than we were before,' Draco thought, yet struggled all the more harder to get away.

"Don't move," Dudley said in a hoarse, threatening voice. "Or your leader gets it." Draco looked up and realized that Dudley had pulled out a large rife from his black leather jacket and had it aimed at Voldemort. The Dark Lord had frozen on the spot, and seemed about ready to pull out his wand.

A second latter, more popping noises began to fill the room, until Draco realized that Aurors were popping into existence, wands at ready. But it wasn't just Aurors, he recognized Hogwarts teachers as well. Even some from other schools. Finally Dumbledore popped into view. He held his wand out to Voldemort who looked at him with great dislike.

"It has been a long time, Tom," Draco heard his old Headmaster say quietly. No one moved as the two men walked to face each other.

"A very long time, Professor," Voldemort hissed, then turned his head to Lucius. "Attack!" he screamed, and all at once, Draco found himself in the middle of an all out war. People were hurling curses, charms, hexes and fists. Struggling to be released, he felt the men holding him go suddenly slack. He looked to his left to see Seamus holding out his wand to him.

"Thanks," he said taking it.

"No problem," he responded. Draco rushed to Ginny who was taking her wand from Dudley.

"I'm so sorry," he heard her say to him.

"Don't worry about it," the tall man said.

"Are you alright," he asked her and she nodded, smiling gently.

"Seamus!" Harry called as he walked towards the four of them. He seemed to have gotten free on his own, Seamus handed him his wand as well. "How on Earth . . ."

"I pulled a few strings," Seamus said with a sly smile, before blasting someone with his wand. "Wallski's out. No time to explain. Let's finish this fight once and for all!" Everyone nodded and turned, wands and guns ready, and joined the battle.

'There are hundreds of people in here,' Draco realized with a start, then grinned. 'Now this is what I call back up.' Bodies were flying, people were screaming, lights of all colors were flashing. If anyone had been standing outside the building, they would have thought there was some sort of rave going on. He looked around and saw the floor was slowly being covered with bodies from both sides.

Using charms and hexes he had learnt both from school and from his father, Draco made his way around, helping anyone he could. After a moment, Draco realized he could no longer see Ginny but never got the chance to look for her, for he saw a blond hared blur moving towards him.

"You just won't die, will you?" Lucius hissed.

"I got that from you, Lucius," Draco hissed back, dodging the curse his father hurled at him, hurling his own in return.

"You always were a good duelist," his father said as he dodged another of Draco's attacks. "But you were never as good as me."

"You never could give me a compliment could you?" he growled, dodging the yellow light coming from his fathers wand and sending a red one of his own. "Never good enough to be much of anything to you." His father simply grinned at him, and with a roar of rage, Draco some how managed to send his father's wand flying. His father let out a small yelp of surprise then smirked at Draco, who had his wand ready to kill.

"You won't do it," his father hissed. "You never had the guts, and you never will. So just leave and maybe I will forget you ever tried this."

"You don't know me," Draco hissed angrily, "You never knew me." Deep down, he knew what his father said was true. No matter how much he hated him, he just couldn't bring himself to kill him.

Lucius began to laugh insanely. "Good bye, Draco," he said, pulling something shinny from his sleeve and hurling it towards him. 'A knife,' he thought with dread, but had no chance to worry or even think of moving away, for he was shoved hard to his right by a red blur.

"Ginny!" he screamed in horror as he heard her call out and fall to the ground at his feet. Without even thinking, he stooped down, grabbed the knife from his boot and hurled it expertly at his father's throat. The man gasped in surprise.

"Perhaps I was wrong about you," he choked looking at him wide eyed. "My son. . ." he trailed off as he began to slump to the ground.

"I am not your son," Draco hissed then turned away from his dying father, and instead to Ginny. She was looking down at the knife lodged in her chest with disbelief. Draco had never seen so much blood. It was everywhere, making her fiery hair look dim in comparison. 'This is all my fault,' he thought angrily and dropped to his knees, scooping her into his arms. "Why Ginny," he sighed desperately. He could feel tears running down his face.

"I owed you," she said weakly, smiling up at him mischievously. She shrugged slightly and let out a gasp of pain. He moved to remove the knife but she grabbed his hand with her own bloody one. He looked from her hand into her sad eyes. "Don't. It will make it worse."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked frantically.

"Nothing," she sighed. "There is nothing you can do. Just hold me."

"You can't leave me," he said desperately, clutching her body closer to him.

"I don't think I have much choice," she said softly. He stared at her in disbelief, seeing all he ever desired, all he ever needed, slipping away from him.

"I love you," he said in a whisper. She smiled up at him.

"I love you too," she said just audibly before her eyes rolled back into her head and she went limp in his arms.

"Ginny?" he asked numbly shaking her gently. She didn't say anything. "Ginny?" he tried again, hoping against hope that she would simply grumble: "Give me ten more minutes," as she always seemed to do. But he realized that he never would know for sure if that was what she always said when someone tried to wake her. He would never hear her voice again, except in his dreams. Ginny Weasley, was dead.

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A/N: Please don't kill me! It's not the end! But that is all I am going to say! Bwa Ha Ha Ha!

Thanks to: Hippie Lady(Was it who you thought it was?), Beccs, skyblupink, Verena Gruen, Perfect 10, ker, sheeni(Why do you keep changing your name??), MerlynBaboon007, Nala /Ethereal, Principessa Squish, Chained Dove(I shutter at the thought), and Neca!

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