A/N: Hey! It's Sunday afternoon and *yawn* I didn't sleep last night, but that's ok-I'm out of it enough to be able to write the next chapter of "Even Heroes Have the Right to Bleed," which is always (usually? Often? Ok, sometimes) a good thing. And I did get ten reviews for the last chapter, which is the minimum I like to get. Oh well, I'm almost done with this anyway.

You'll notice that Harry and Hermione aren't the only main characters in this, which-as I've been told-is unusual for a story, especially a romance- ish one. Artura Alexis and Daniel Chávez have been major characters, and friends like Dean, Seamus, Nar, Guy, and Nev(ille) have played some important parts-and looky here, they're back for more! Yeah, I just loved writing about them so much that I thought I'd bring 'em back for the coming of the finale. Maybe when I finish up this story and some others, I'll write a spin-off (think Frasier out of Cheers or Laverne & Shirley out of Happy Days. okay, okay, so I watch Nick at Nite.) involving those guys. I already have one started on another tight Gryffindor group-Seamus, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati-but that's in no reference to this story and most likely won't be posted for a while (if ever).

By the way (great song!), the beds in the infirmary are set up like so (L(R) Guy Neville Lexa's empty bed Dean Seamus Nar

Oh, and this chapter really should be called "Boys will be boys," 'cause for the first two pages they really act like guys. You'll see.

Okay, so, here's chapter 12. Almost done. Shouldn't be more than 15 chapters. Adios!

Disclaimer: Stealing from one is plagarism; stealing from many is research. Just call me a scientist. ;) Ok, so Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy and family, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and everyone else that you recognize is from JK's series. Dani, Lexa, Nar, and Guy and a couple others are mine. It's really that simple.



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"Nar," Seamus whispered to the boy in the hospital bed to his right. "Did you just hear that? Hear. what I heard?"

Dean sat up before Nar could reply. "Harry's gone to the Manor. Voldemort's going to kick his arse," he stated blankly.

Seamus nodded. "Yep. That's what I got."

Guy rolled his eyes. "Good to see we're on the same page, Seams." Seamus scowled. "Look at Nev," Guy chuckled, tilting his head toward Neville Longbottom. "Sleeping like an infant." At that moment, Neville snored heavily in his sleep. Guy was the only one who laughed.

Dean shook his head, half in disgust of Guy's stupidity, half in frustration of the situation. He looked out at his friends: Neville; sleeping soundly, Guy; chortling like a race horse, Seamus; begrudgingly eyeing Guy, and Nar; blinking like he had just woken up in Oz and hadn't the faintest clue what was going on. "Guys," Dean said. No one showed any sign that they were listening. "GUYS!"

"Just another minute. urgh. blog." Neville groaned into his pillow. Nar smacked him with his pillow.

"It's better that he's sleeping," said Nar matter-of-factly. "I remember when they starting taking blood tests at the beginning of our sixth year. Nev passed out straight onto the floor. Gave Hannah Abbot quite a fright, I tell you. He's been anxious in the infirmary since. Hates to be here."

"What are we going to do, guys?" asked Dean, basically ignoring Nar's rather trivial speech.

"Well," said Guy, finally calming his easily amused self down. "Professor Alexis said that you can't get to the Manor by Floo unless you're with someone of either the blood of a Malfoy or a Death Eater. Or if you're a Malfoy yourself. This is the time to reveal any weird family tree linkages," Guy added, a little too seriously.

"Why are you staring at me when you say that?" Seamus snapped, still peeved for minimal reasons at Guy Wimsdon.

"Oh, grow up!" Dean snorted, abandoning his own pillow to toss at Seamus. Seamus, instead of growing madder, tucked the pillow under his head and laid back down peacefully. "Listen, Malfoy's an only child (a/n: although many ff.net writers claim otherwise with their oc's. lol). We're not going to find Malfoy blood." He paused before he continued, lowering his voice cautiously. "Do we know of any Death Eaters?"

No one spoke. They only stared around at each other, each meeting another's eyes and shifting on to the next person to examine them. Seamus rubbed his hands together, considering. Thinking. Contemplating. "Snape," he finally shot out shortly, only to regret the single word immediately from the shocked stares it drew.

"Snape," Nar said tartly, "would not help us if we were on fire and about to roll over his favorite Collector's Edition version of Potions Weekly: The Anniversary Issue." The others nodded, agreeing, but Nar didn't stop. "Not even," he continued, "if he was on the cover of it, being honored for inventing some amazing potion, and it was the only copy left on the face of the-"

"That's quite enough, Nar," Guy cut in irritably. "I think it's safe to conclude that Snape will be of no help."

"So then what?" said Nev groggily, surprising everyone by sitting up in bed. "I mean, we can't just leave Harry to. y'know."

"Die?" Seamus suggested.

Nev shot Seamus a dry look.

"And we're not going to," Dean said carefully. He stood up and snatched his wand from the bedside table. "Vestio," he said, and his hospital gown was quickly replaced with his clothes and Quidditch robes he had worn out onto the field before the fight. They were muddy and grass-stained, but much better than the itchy-and awfully revealing-white gown. He pointed his wand at his friends before they could open their mouths to protest. "Quoque," he proclaimed, and Nar, Seamus, Nev, and Guy found themselves in their dirtied Quidditch robes as well. No one complained, needless to say.

"But how are we going to get there if we can't Floo?" Nar inquired, lacing up one of his sneakers. "I mean, it's way too far on broom, there's no portkey set up, and I highly doubt that any of you know how to apparate."

"What about the Knight Bus?" Neville suggested as he straightened his robes and checked his teeth in the mirror; yes, they were still crooked.

"Gee, Nev," Guy said. "That would take, like, an hour. We'd be in time to pick out invitations and order flowers for HARRY'S FRICKIN' FUNERAL!" He looked ready to attack someone by the time he finished his sentence. Neville, muttering, retreated into the bathroom. A wise move.

"Wait a second!" Dean jumped where he stood, startling the rest of the boys. "Oh." he was muttering. "Oh, dear." He began to pace the length between his and Seamus's bed. Then, abruptly as he had jumped up, he stalked over to the bathroom and flung the door open. "Nev, did-oh. Sorry." Abashed, he shut the door. Three pairs of rather confused eyes stared at him, expecting an explanation. Dean turned as pink as his dark skin would allow. "Oops," he shrugged sheepishly.

"Well, he came out this month. I win the pool."

"Oh, shut it, Nar," Dean glowered. He pulled a face as black as thunder as they waited in stony silence.

Moments later, the toilet's flush could be heard and Neville cautiously creaked open the door. "Er, hello," he said uncomfortably. "How may I help you, Dean?"

"Remind me to brutally maim you all with the hospital bed pans when we get back," Dean smirked.

"When we get back?" echoed Seamus confusedly.

"I," Dean said proudly, "have a plan."



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Dani released Lexa, and she fell limply to the floor with an unpleasant thud. He dropped down to the floor to scoop her up, but she shook him off. "Are you all right?" he asked tenderly, taking her hand to help her stand. She obliged, nodding.

"I'm fine."

"Where are we?" He turned to see the rest of the room and found himself breathless. Never had he seen the likes of this room before. The carpet was a thick, lush green, darker and richer than the grass outside but even more so vivid and real. The wallpaper was simply off-white, but adorned with at least twenty portraits of nobles staring idly down at himself and Lexa, framed in elaborate gold borders with nameplates at the bottom. Leaning closer to one of a knight holding his helmet, with long, curly blonde hair to match his thick beard, he read the plate, "Sir Josiah Malfoy, IV." The knight indignantly refused to say a word or utter any noise at all.

A bookcase of gold wiring, filled with old, expensive looking books, stood in the corner, towering over a polished redwood desk, accompanied by a tall matching chair. Otherwise, with the exception of a rounded rug in the center of the floor, the room was bare.

"I don't know," Lexa murmured. She was as lost in its beauty as much as he was, peering over at papers set on the desk. "It appears to be the study."

Sharply, Dani turned to her, knocking her cold out of her dream-like state. "Where would Harry be sent?"

"All I know is, to quote Lucius Malfoy, 'right where the master wants him.'"

"A bit vague, isn't it?" Dani snorted.

"Well, you can't have everything you want."

"I know," he said, unable to hide the doleful note in his voice. He refused to look at her. "Let's just find him, okay?" He grabbed the knob and jerked it with all of his pent up frustrations and regrets.

And it nearly caused him to break his wrist; the door was locked.



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Harry's scream caught in his throat as he sank to the cold stone floor of the far wall of the miniscule holding cell. The word "don't" was rapidly disappearing of his repeated vow of, Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic. There was someone else-perhaps a dead someone else-in the cage with him. That wasn't a promising fact.

It was too dark to see, but the person hadn't been moving. Harry forced himself to stop panting for breath for a moment to hear that the body wasn't exactly breathing regularly either. However, he could hear a faint something. Okay, so he's not dead. Maybe he's dying. Oh, God. Should I feel his pulse? What if it's. no, it can't be.

It-er, he. or she-groaned out of the blue. Harry was too startled to jump; he only froze. His muscles hurt from constantly tensing on and off, but at that moment he honestly didn't notice nor care. Should I say something? What if it's a Death Eater? No, Harry, they wouldn't lock a woozy dark minion up in a cell with you. Before he could settle his debate whether or not to speak, the other person took the initiative. "H-hello?" he croaked- yes, it was certainly a he, Harry noted. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed that it wasn't Hermione.

"Who are you?" he trembled, pressing his body even harder against the wall. He heard the person shuffle his position, or perhaps stand up. "Stand back!" he warned.

"Jesus, is that you, Harry?" the voice moaned.

Harry was too stunned to speak.

"Oh, God, it is you, isn't it?"

Harry stuttered for words, his jaw dropped to his feet. He could almost hear it clunk against the floor. Blinking hard, and thankful for the darkness to hide his expression of a gaping idiot, he whispered incredulously, "Ron?"



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"If this plan involves looking at me naked again, I'm not playing!" Neville warned quickly. He wrapped his robes around him protectively.

"Nev, you fainted 'cause of the blood tests in 6th year, right?"

Neville gulped, nodding. He looked faint just being reminded of it.

"Well, does anyone remember where Pomfrey kept the samples?"

"Who had this week for the vampire pool?" Guy grinned. Dean was, to say the least, not amused.

"In the cooler," Neville quavered; he lifted a frail finger to point at a tiny little cooler underneath the sink. "I've had nightmares about that cooler," he shivered, and, if possible, pulled his robes even snugger against him.

"I don't see how all of Hogwarts's students' blood phials could fit in there," Nar remarked.

"I'm betting that it's magical, don't you think?" was Guy's dry reply.

"And besides," Seamus piped up, "there's only a couple hundred students."

"Fine," Nar said. "But I still don't see why it matters."

By then, Dean had flipped the lid of the cooler to find that it was indeed magicked and was rummaging rather carelessly through the phials of crimson blood. He grimaced as he caught sight of one that was green-ish. He read the student's name off the label. "Hey, guys, I wouldn't suggest any of you do the dirty deed with Piper Kling any time soon."

"Why not? Isn't she that cute Hufflepuff 5th year?"

"Yes, Guy," Dean smirked as he lifted the green phial for them to see. "Very cute, don't you think?" Guy nearly gagged. ("And I borrowed her pencil last year!" he exclaimed with horror.)

"Hey, Nev, these phials aren't so big!" said Nar. "Look, you fainted over that?"

"It doesn't look like a lot," Neville sniffed, "but I swear, it was much more than that.

"Sure, Nev. Whatever you say."

"Here it is!" he yelled, flinging a test-tube upward in his hand so quickly that he nearly lost his grip on it.

"Wow! You found a tube of blood in a cooler full of tubes of blood! Imagine that!"

"Clamp it, Seamus. This is Draco Malfoy's blood sample."

No one spoke, and Dean simply stayed there, crouching on the floor holding a tube of Draco Malfoy's blood, waiting for it to dawn on someone-anyone. No one was biting. "One of us can drink it." Still no fish. Dean could practically hear the crickets chirping. ".So that we can go by Floo."

"Oooh!" Guy was the first to understand; "Disgusting!" he quickly scowled, and even though Guy wasn't a fan of the idea, Dean was thankful that he wasn't alone on this planet. It took Nev, Seamus, and Guy a few more moments; their reactions closely mimicked Guy's initial take on it.

"I don't think any of us are willing to drink that. that. thing," Seamus declared, repulsed as he pointed at the phial in Dean's hand.

"Would you rather it be injected into you? Or we could cut one of us with a knife and then pour the blood on the wound? Personally, I find drinking less messy."

"If you don't think it's such a big deal," Neville pointed out, managing to control the stutter in his voice, "then why don't you drink it?"

"Because," Dean answered with a smart smile, "One-I'm a hemophiliac, so I can't cut myself and have to be careful with injections. And two-Pomfrey gave me a tetanus potion after I got cut on the bleachers. I can't drink or eat anything for an hour or it won't work."

The four other boys sent him steady, resentful glares. Dean took a step back.

"You think you're so smart," Nar muttered. "Just 'cause you can read minds."

"A hemophiliac can't read minds, you arse," Guy said bitingly.

"Then how'd he know to step back?" Nar was shooting threatening looks Dean's way. "I'm not putting any Malfoy blood inside me. I might get evil or something."

"You're so stupid, Nar."

"Shut up, Guy."

"Oh, how original."

"I mean it. Shut up, for once in your life."

"What's that supposed to mean, Litkins?"

"You heard exactly what I-OW!!" Nar jumped a foot back, and Guy Wimsdon hadn't lain a hand on him-yet, anyway. "DEAN! WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL?!" And bloody was just the beginning. It was spurting from the space between Nar's neck and shoulder like a water fountain on a nice hot day-no, more like a fire hydrant. "OH, BLIMEY! OH, OW!"

"Chill, Nar," Dean said calmly. "I'm going to put some of Malfoy's blood on your cut now."

"NO YOU WILL NOT!" Nar screeched. He blindly thrashed around the row of beds, then picked up a chair that he held defensively in front of himself. His robes were soaking with blood that matched the scarlet fabric almost perfectly. Actually, Dean had plenty of Nar's blood on him, too.

"Nev! Seams! Guy! A little help, please!" Dean said, trying to edge closer to Nar who would have none of it. The three approached from Nar's sides in an effort to restrain him. As they grabbed his arms, Dean rushed forward. But, an unfortunate thing happened.

Dean tripped on the long, ragged hemming of his robes and went flying forward; he landed at Nar's feet. The phial flew up in the air dramatically, high above any of their heads. But the real problem was when it came down. Because the phial, about seven inches long and an inch in diameter, was just as magicked as the cooler. And it held a bit more than 5.5 cubic inches of thick, crimson blood. It splattered all over all five boys, soaking their hair and shoulders with Malfoy blood. As they stood there, at loss for words and completely bewildered, Neville was the first to finally speak. "Nar?"

"Uh. yeah?"

"I told you there was much more in the phial than it looked like."

Nar swallowed hard. "Point taken."

Dean shuffled to his feet, the blood on his back as well. "Did you get it in your cut?"

Nar nodded. "If the stinging is any sign, then yes." Dean looked unconvinced. "Yes, Dean, it went right on there. I promise."

"Y'know," said Guy, wiping his blood-covered hands on his robes without a thought. "Didn't Professor Alexis say, 'Any attempts to apparate or Floo to enter if you do not have a Dark Mark or have the blood of the Malfoy or a marked one with you will be thwarted'?"

Seamus shrugged, wiping his cheek. "Something like that."

"Then, theoretically, couldn't we have just done this-cover ourselves in his blood-in the first place? Rather than cut Nar and put it inside him internally?"

After Guy explained to Nar and Neville what 'theoretically' meant, Dean felt his very own life in danger. "Um. Don't you think we should go to find Harry now? Rather than kick the bloody hell out of me?"

"He's right," Seamus sighed ruefully. "We've wasted enough time. Who has the Floo powder?" No one answered. "Dean nearly slit Nar's throat, and we're covered in Slytherin blood. Tell me someone has Floo powder," Seamus said loudly. "Oh, crikes."



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"Move aside," Lexa ordered as she pushed Dani accordingly. "Alohomora." The lock clicked, and she turned to smile sweetly at her former beau. "Staying calm in the face of danger is an asset I've always had."

"Right," Dani drawled. "Like when you broke down crying, and then nearly fainted when we used Floo. That was calm, Lexa." Pouting, she swung open the door and walked out haughtily. Dani followed.

They found that this particular hallway was, while still posh, a bit less regal seeming than the study had been. "Where to now, Your Highness of Calmness?"

"Dani."

"Fine," he said. "But I'm serious. You were one of them; can't you find, like, the secret lair?"

Lexa raised an eyebrow. "The secret lair? You've been watching too many movies, mi amigo."

Dani shrugged. "So, which way is it?"

Lexa mimicked his gesture. "Beats me."

They were interrupted by voices coming around the corner. "Shit," she whispered, looking frantically around. "Quick, in here!" Dani restrained himself from yelping as she grabbed at his collar and yanked him into. a broom closet?

"Geeze, Lexa," Dani smirked obstreperously. "Right here, right now? Ohhhhhh. that was a cheap shot, Lexa."

"Shhh!"

".one of the 'geons, I d'know which, but y'can bet we'll be 'spected to sweep it before and after," said a rough, raspy male voice.

"Prob'ly the Mors Mortis one," said another voice, this one softer and less grating.

"Yeah, but I hear that's where they're keepin' the tray'er. 'Aint 'nuff room in that little cub'cle for two, I'm tellin' yer. Ah've cleaned that 'nuff times t'know."

"They're janitors!" Lexa hissed softly, breaking Dani's concentration.

"It's a perfectly respectable job."

"No, no! That means they're going to come in here! This is the supply cabinet!"

"Oh. That does create a problem, doesn't it?"

The light flickered on, and Dani saw Lexa let go of a metal string attached to a light bulb on the ceiling of the closet. "Quick, hand me that box of paint and give me your handkerchief." Dani handed both over-his handkerchief reluctantly-and watched curiously as she pulled out a tub of black paint and squirted it onto her fingers. She rolled up her sleeve; Dani shuddered at the sight of her Dark Mark. Without the slightest hesitation, she took her paint-covered fingers and touched them to her mark.

"What are you doing?" he hissed. She ignored his comment, rubbing a generous amount of black paint to completely cover it. Then, she took the handkerchief, which she had tucked in her blouse pocket and. rubbed the paint on her fingers all over it?!?! "Lexa! I'll have you know that that's imported silk!"

"Roll up your sleeve!" she demanded, but instead of waiting for him to react, she grabbed it and rolled it up herself before he could protest. The footsteps were becoming so much louder, the voices more clear. "Stay still!" And she grabbed his arm and placed it over the wet paint.

"What are you-?" Dani started, but he was cut off by the stopping of the footprints right outside the door. She pulled away, and before the door could creak open, Lexa threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Dani didn't have time to react; the door opened and the dimly lit room flooded with the rest of the Manor's light. Staring at them, perhaps as surprised as Dani was, were two midde-aged men in jumpsuits. Dani was ready to push Lexa off when she finally broke apart from him and looked breathlessly back at the two men. "Hello," she giggled uncharacteristically. Dani only blinked at her.

One man smiled, but the shorter one frowned sternly. "Who are you?" he asked-he was the keeper of the raspy voice.

"Oh, me? I'm Desdemona Euphrates. And this," she said, lifting up her finger to affectionately trail down Dani's chin, "is my boyfriend."

"Wos 'is name?"

"His name?" Lexa-or "Desdemona"-giggled airheadedly once more. "This is Mark Estefan."

Dani gripped Lexa's shoulder; the past minute's events were being clearer, but it was still quite absurd for him to comprehend. The taller man smiled gently. "Can we see your ID's, please?"

Lexa blanched. "ID's?"

"Yes. Your marks."

"Oh! Oh right!" Lexa turned to show the men her left arm, adorned with the Dark Mark, and nudged Dani to do the same. "Mark, show them your ID, dearest." Dani shifted his eyes nervously back from Lexa to the men.

"All right." he said uncertainly. When he made no movement, Lexa grabbed his arm and shoved it in the man's faces.

"See it?" she said a bit too quickly.

The men studied Dani's mark. Both "Desdemona" and "Mark" held their breath, anticipating the worst.

"G'day," the soft-voiced one said, taking a broom from next to Dani. The men continued strolling down the long corridor.

The two stood there in the closet, panting for breath, for a long time. "I was so nervous," Lexa admitted as Dani inspected his "Dark Mark."

"Desdemona and Mark?" he laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling relaxedly.

"I saw their names as novice Death Eaters on the desk in the study," she confessed, laughing freely from the adrenaline. "Oh God, that was awful."

"Not all of it was."

"Dani."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I have to admit it; you did stay calm in the face of danger. Let's head to this Morty Morrison lair and find Harry, shall we?"

"Mors Mortis, you mean?"

"I guess," Dani said. "How'd you remember that?"

"I took Latin before Hogwarts." Lexa shivered, suddenly cold underneath her thick work robes. She rolled down her sleeve. "It means 'death.'"



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A/N: Hi! I started in the afternoon, and I've been writing on and off since and it's now a quarter to midnight. Ahh.. Well. I think the quality of my writing slipped towards the end, but I was kind of in and out of it, so forgive me. Hopefully I'll be getting some lovely reviews. :o) They mean a little too much to me. lol. See ya next chapter, and thanks for reviewing!

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