Voldermort laughs. Draco and Harry are thrust into a dark crowded arena. Draco finds himself standing on the stage, before the huge crowd, Harry is in the crowd, he stares up trying to look for Draco but it is too dark to see. Draco turns to see Voldermort by his side. VOLDERMORT: This is what you've always wanted.

DRACO: With all my heart.

VOLDERMORT: I've always enjoyed your company, Draco.

DRACO: Then stick around.

VOLDERMORT: (hesitantly) There's still time to leave.

DRACO: And disappoint my fans?

VOLDERMORT: Yes, maybe even me. Draco smiles, appreciates the sentiment. VOLDERMORT: Give me a yell from hell, won't you?

DRACO: When I think of you.

VOLDERMORT: Good-bye, Draco. Draco just closes his eyes again and listens to the call of his name from the CROWD. Draco opens his eyes again. Voldermort has gone.

"BOOM," the TORCHES light and an enormous CHORD surges through the crowd louder than a jet on takeoff.

The mass surges forward, bringing Harry with it, toward the stage as the stage lights up in a huge halo of blood-red light.

The band plays a hypnotic tune that would put the devil in a spell, as we wait for Draco.

The band keeps playing the pounding cadence, as...

The audience doesn't see Draco anywhere and cheers over the sound, and it seems as if the whole of Death Valley is shaking, when...

Draco appears above the stage, inhumanly levitating and... DRACO: I'm so glad I decided to rise... (shouting) After tonight, Death Valley will

live up to its name! The place erupts into one solid scream as the band kicks it in.

He swoops down through the air over the stage and into their very midst.

Draco takes the microphone and leans his lips into it, letting his voice soar into an inhuman note, literally filling the valley like a demon demanding heaven be replaced with hell. The pulsing strain moves into a faster beat as the whole place resonates with the most incredible harmonics, the energy throbbing, the crowd almost genuflecting in front of this papal devil. All move and sway except for... Harry, who stares enraptured, drawing toward the stage unconsciously, managing to maneuver closer and closer to...

Draco, who commands the place with his ECHOING VOICE.

Harry keeps moving forward, squeezing through bodies and finds himself...

Right under Draco, who holds the place in the palm of his hand.

Draco's dark soul seems ready to burst as he moves his voice into an even higher unworldly octave, and then... The Death Eaters move through the crowd,

Goth girls in the front row, weeping...

Goyle, Crabbe, Blaise and Snape off in the clouds, playing the best music of their lives.

The place has gone wild, living off its energy now, as waves of sound bounce through the valley and up into the night sky. DRACO: You want more?! The crowd screams... CROWD: Yes!

DRACO: This one's for those who've come for me! All yell that they have, but the Death Eaters know it's for them.

Draco launches the band into a new number that makes the previous song seem like a lullaby. He eyes the Death Eater-assassins here and there and sings straight to them.

His lyrics challenging the assassins, flaunting them with satire. The death eaters need no more encouragement as they begin to move through the crowd toward the stage.

We see a dozen assassins snaking at preternatural speed, unseen to all except us in our inhuman vantage. Draco knows well enough as the assassins move in.

The assassins approach closer -- Draco assaults with relentless lyrics...

Reaching the stage, they are suddenly on it -- roadies run in and are immediately cast aside by inhuman powers.

The assassins draw knives and lunge.

Draco does an acrobatic leap, dodging the knives. He rips the microphone from the stand and holds it up just in time...

... as an assassin is impaled. the assassin squirms and convulses...

The crowd goes insane...

Draco snarls at the audience as if this really were part of the performance...

The assassins attack again...

Voldermort, despite himself, flies over equipment and roadies up into the air, and... The crowd cheers at the sudden appearance of the figure on stage, loving the show.

The band keeps playing.

Voldermort slices two of the assassins with a knife.

Draco is struck down, his singing stopped. Assassins corner Draco and Voldermort -- blades reflecting the spotlight. Draco raises his arms for the crowd. VOLDERMORT: Enjoying yourself?

DRACO: Absolutely. The crowd jeers now.

Draco looks to Goyle and the band. DRACO: Get out of here! The band scampers off stage as the assassins fly past...

Harry looks up at Draco on stage. He joins the screaming crowds. HARRY: Draco! He is pulled around by a dark figure - it is Hagrid. He recognizes him, smiles. He holds him. The killer vampires make their final move, when...

One after the other they spontaneously combust, body after body turning hot white to black ash and drift up into the air like strange supernatural kites.

Goyle, Crabbe, Blaise and Snape put down their instruments and run -- the REVERB from their GUITARS WHISTLES into a DEAFENING PITCH.

The crowd hollers and screams, not quite believing what they saw or how it was done when...

Down in the throng, death eaters also begin to combust -- hot flashes of white exploding throughout the crowd, turning into black paper dolls -- wafting up over the valley -- crumbling into fluttering puffs of soot.

Panic takes over the mass of people, running in all directions, trying to escape this mysterious fate.

Draco stands in wonder as Voldermort stares up high into the darkness. VOLDERMORT: (soft, to himself) Pansy. (as Akasha) The valley fills with burning "kites" floating like black ghosts.

There is a low powerful RUMBLE...

Dark storm clouds boil and tumble above the stage...

The mortal crowd looks around, distracted from their panic, as they sense something truly awesome...

Draco senses it too. He looks up, not knowing from which direction the attack will come...

The STAGE starts to SHUDDER and SHAKE violently...

Voldermort moves back towards Draco... VOLDEMRORT: Draco! the WOODEN PLATFORM beneath Draco begins to BUCKLE under his feet. Fragments of WOOD EXPLODE upwards around Draco. Voldermort loses his balance and staggers backwards...

Pansy rises up through the stage. Beautiful and terrifying. Her green eyes glow as she smiles at Draco.

Draco is dumbstruck. Suddenly, a great force throws him towards her. He stares as he finds himself in Pansy's arms. she smiles and raises her face to the sky...

The crowd stare in awe... Pansy and Draco shoot up into the air... SCAFFOLDS COLLAPSE in an EXPLOSION of ELECTRICAL SPARKS...

Pansy and Draco vanish. In a blur, Draco is whisked up into the dark clouds.

BLACKNESS. Draco opens his eyes and finds himself at the base of the enormous letters.

Draco whirls around to suddenly see behind him...

Pansy in an extravagant Egyptian robe, its sheer cloth of gold draping her godly form.

Draco is awestruck. Pansy comes to life... DRACO: Pansy... Pansy still says nothing -- she advances with a luscious, curling smile. PANSY: Why so surprised, my love? You called, and I have come. Draco is awestruck. There is such an unearthly power in Pansy's voice. Everything seems to HUM and VIBRATE with her every breath. Pansy approaches... PANSY: Never fear me, Draco. Your wishes have all come true.

DRACO: My wishes...?

PANSY: You have yearned for a companion to share eternity. You have cried out to the world. I have answered your call. Pansy spreads her arms. Draco is seized by an unseen force and thrown into Pansy's arms. She smiles as he gasps for air. PANSY: You think that little mortal boy can satisfy you. I know you, Draco. I know that you crave to have the world at your feet. Now, I have come to give it to you. Pansy bites her own lip.

Blood trickles slightly across her chin.

Draco stares at the blood, yearns towards it, as the PULSE of her BLOOD INCREASES...

Pansy rises above him and hovers over Draco, letting a single drop of blood...

Spill into his mouth.

Draco levitates above the ground to meet her as...

Pansy hovers higher drawing him into the sky until...

Their mouths finally meet and her blood flows freely into him.

Flashes of brilliant light strobe over them as Draco sucks. There's a powerful RUSH of WIND that engulfs them as they spin together, detached from time and space. Draco falls back in ecstasy. He shakes out his body and lets out a howl of pleasure -- feels his arms, his chest, his groin as Pansy's blood courses through his veins.

Pansy watches and waits. Finally Draco grins boyishly through bloody teeth and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. DRACO: Can we try that again? Pansy smiles in that strange statue-like way then throws back her head and opens her mouth with a deafening howl of laughter. The GROUND RUMBLES and her laughter multiplies as it REVERBERATES LOUDER and LOUDER.

Draco grimaces and has to cover his ears it's so painful. He steps up and puts a finger to her lips. DRACO: Give me the world. Pansy's mouth spreads into a smile and she yanks him up into the air and off...

... into the night. Harry wanders through the moonlit garden. Something looks different - there are forms -- statues in the shadows. Harry's eyes widen in terror as the statues come to life: Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron. DUMBLEDORE

Why is this mortal here?

HAGRID

I was instructed to bring him. Voldermort moves out from a wall -- as if he were completely camouflaged. VOLDERMORT: By whom? Why have we been summoned here? Hermione is beside Harry, touching his hair... VOLDERMORT: We must kill Pansy. Voldermort looks around, determined, challenging each of the immortals. One at a time, they nod, understanding the sacrifice they will have to make. HERMIONE: And what of the brat prince?

DUMBLEDORE: Draco has joined with Pansy as

we speak. Voldermort lowers his head, knowing Dumbledore is right. VOLDERMORT: Yes...

HARRY: What are you saying? They turn to Harry, as if they had forgotten he could speak. HARRY: You're going to kill him.

DUMBLEDORE: Draco is lost to us now. HERMIONE: Listen to him. These mixed marriages never work. Hermione chuckles until Dumbledore stops her with his coldest glare. RON: This is a stupid waste of time. Dumbledore turns on Ron and Hermione -- there's a deep RUMBLE. They back away. DUMBLEDORE: Show respect, little ones. (to Harry) Harry, if you wish to remain with

me now, you must not speak. Harry bows his head. DUMBLEDORE: If Draco has joined with her, then there is no hope. Draco and Pansy stand on a cliff-top. WIND RIPS through the trees. The steps leading back to the house are lined with torches. Everywhere, there are torches, and a million candles light the vast house.

Draco and Pansy glide past the forest of exotic flowers... past the fountains and statues -- up the steps to the open French doors. Long white curtains billow in the sea wind. DRACO: Where are we?

PANSY: We are home.

DRACO: You live here?

PANSY: We live everywhere and anywhere we choose. The world is our garden. Draco steps in through billowing curtains, stops...

There are three West Indian girls, young voluptuous, beautiful, dressed in simple working clothes and traditional head-wraps. They stare at Draco, nervous, yet fascinated. They move towards him.

Draco finds himself surrounded by hands, touching him, reaching beneath his shirt, pulling his clothes from his body. Draco swoons, closes his eyes, smiles. DRACO: So warm... Sniffs their skin... DRACO: ... their blood...

PANSY: ... yes...

DRACO: ... they're mortal...

PANSY: ... of course. They serve the living Goddess, and her consort... they find you beautiful, Draco. You are a God in their eyes. ... golden dark hands pull clothes away from Draco's white skin...

... breasts strain through white linen as they press themselves closer to him...

... the surface of water, scented with red rose petals. Draco's white skin breaks the surface.

... Draco is lowered into the bath, his skin alive with the dancing candles reflected in the water...

... the water laps gently -- strange sighs of pleasure as girls' hands caress Draco's torso...

... their hands reach down lower and lower through the water... ... Draco's eyes remain closed but his mouth opens...

Now it's Pansy kissing him. Draco responds, but his eyes sneak a peak...

Pansy smiles -- takes his head in her hands -- she kisses him, pushes him back -- he tries to resist -- he can't, startled by her strength...

Pansy kisses his neck... his chest... bites...

Draco arches in ecstasy...

Pansy rises up from his breast, blood on her lips, smiles, goes back down and drinks. Back at the garden where Harry is. The WINDOWS along one side of the hall EXPLODE with a startling GUST.

The Ancient Ones look up to see...

Pansy's silhouette looming, dark and foreboding. PANSY: My children... it warms my heart to see you all gathered, plotting against me. They trade glances and begin to fan out around the room. DUMBLEDORE: Pansy.

PANSY: Dumbledore, you're looking very well. You will address my king first... Draco enters, his possessed eyes showing only evil.

Unable to help himself... HARRY: Draco! He turns slowly to the corner where he sits.

They lock eyes.

Draco's face stares cold and hard. HARRY: What has she done to you? Taking his arm, Pansy draws Draco to her.

The Ancient vampires subtly position themselves under the medieval weapons hanging on the walls, as Voldermort moves towards Draco. VOLDERMORT: Draco. Stand away. Voldermort looks for some recognition in Draco's eyes. There is none. The Ancient One's eyes warn all to wait for the right moment. RON: Pansy. The world has changed since you reigned.

PANSY: Then we shall change it back.

DUMBLEDORE: We've found other ways to co-exist.

PANSY: Yes, In the shadows. In silence. In shame. All for what? For respect of mortals? They are nothing to us. They are only... food. She casts a dangerous eye towards Harry. Dumbledore instinctively moves forward to protect her. PANSY: Poor Dumbledore. Still trying to hold onto what I took from you. Dumbledore doesn't even flinch. VOLDERMORT: Pansy, please... There is so much more. Let us show you the world.

PANSY: Oh, I've been listening for a long, long time. And all I can hear is ignorance and stupidity.

VOLDERMORT: There's still a long way to go, but mortals have learned.

PANSY: They have learned more efficient ways to slaughter. Nothing more. (venomous)

You think you can change my will? I'm tired of this... discussion. Join me, or die.

DUMBLEDORE: We will not. PANSY: I want to hear it from every one of you. What will it be? Pansy scans the faces of the Ancient Ones staring deep into their souls when...

Voldermort steps forward -- the very face of bravery. VOLDERMORT: We will not. Ron speaks up as well. RON: No, Mother, we will not.

ALL OLD ONES: We will not. Pansy is beyond fury, yet she keeps her temper under control and smiles to Draco. PANSY: What do you think, my king? Stealing himself he looks back to Pansy. DRACO: I'm bored with these old relics. Let's you and I leave here and take our pleasure without all this whining.

PANSY: You need something to steel your nerves? Smiling, she bites her lip, letting a drop of blood glisten there, tempting Draco. PANSY: Do you love me? He draws closer.

Harry stares in mortified jealousy. DRACO: Yes... Pansy and Draco's mouths almost meet when Pansy pulls away. PANSY: There is no such thing as love. Only proofs of love. Pansy slowly turns to Harry. PANSY: Kill him. Draco keeps his composure, ever careful. DRACO: He's nothing to me...

PANSY: Just the same, I'd like you to kill her. For me. Dumbledore steps between Draco and Harry. DUMBLEDORE: You will not touch her! Pansy flicks her wrist...

Dumbledore is hurled against a pillar, pinned by Pansy's hand. PANSY: You still think to challenge me, Dumbledore?

DUMBLEDORE: I beg you, spare this child. Draco doesn't make a move one way or another. PANSY: Now. Dumbledore struggles but Pansy is too strong.

Stepping forward. HARRY: It's all right, Dumbledore. Dumbledore stops, standing fixed with the sound of Harry's newly strong and calm voice.

Harry looks to Draco and sees his face secretly searching for some way out, some way to save him. He looks straight into his dark irises, his gaze absolutely unwavering. HARRY: I'm not afraid. It's what I want. Draco now makes the connection. He begins to advance, seemingly with a killer gait, but we know better as...

Harry keeps his gaze steady into Draco's. PANSY: (smirking) How sweet... Draco moves closer and closer to him as Harry watches him with absolute trust, absolute love, and it seems to us that Draco returns the love and trust, and though his face wears a dangerous mask, his look lets him know he understands. He reaches Harry.

Dumbledore flies across the room, but Pansy meets him halfway. Grabs him by the hair. Dumbledore struggles but Pansy is much more powerful.

Harry offers up his neck to his bite. Dumbledore looks away and Pansy looks pleased as Draco sinks his teeth into Harry's neck.

Harry gasps with the bite, but then relaxes and even puts his arm around Draco as he draws him into him, draining him of his very life-force as he holds him.

With that Dumbledore's great family mural begins to weep blood from every name.

It's a murder to everyone's eyes, especially Dumbledore, who for the first time in centuries, looks like he just might shed a tear, then he sees...

Pansy staring straight at him, waiting for him to break.

Dumbledore steels himself and refuses to look away from Pansy's cruel gaze as...

Draco brings Harry down to the hearth rug in front of the fire and lays him onto what is surely his deathbed.

To our eyes, it's a lover's embrace.

Draco drinks and drinks and Harry sighs with intimacy, clutching his neck and back, and drawing his bite deeper into his flesh. He slowly crumples to the floor, being drawn down until finally...

Harry lies on the floor, eyes closed and pale... But before anything else can happen, Draco and Harry feel them selves drawn away from the scene before them. DRACO: Bloody Hell!!