Disclaimer: Due to multiple threats and complaints to parties that I shall not name here I have been requested to just make this serious so it will fit into the seriousness of my story. In response to that I must say skip it then! XP!! No but anyway I still don't own the Harry Potter characters because if I did I'd be in Scotland right now frolicking in the fields!

A/N: On a more serious note...*tries very hard to look serious...ends up scaring cat* alright too much sugar but make sure and laugh now and then be serious. Because Harry is having issues finally *evil grin* and you learn so more about Peter...actually just so there's no confusion this chappy is in Peter's POV sort of...but only this chappy

Peter could tell that Harry wasn't listening any more. 'He doesn't know what it's like to truly suffer. To go through your entire life following others because you're too scared to say no. This kid has always been the leader. He doesn't realize how well he does have it.'

It startled him when Harry piped up again. "Go away." he growled.

"What?"

"I said go the fuck away!!" Harry screamed.

Rushing out of the room Peter passed his usual chair instead leaned against the wall and paused breathing heavily. Looking around he saw that the hallway was empty with the exception of his own spiny chair. 'Where is that boy? He's late as usual...' thought Peter gazing around the corner scrutinely. A tall lumbering fellow was loping towards him. "Ahh Gregory, there you are."

He grunted in return.

"Now listen. No one can enter this room. Not even you. I'm locking the door and you just need to stop people from getting in."

"Right." said Goyle absentmindedly sitting down into the chair and sending dust flying.

Peter gave a sigh, 'He'll never learn. But better he doesn't know who's in there. He never did seem to care for Harry.'

Goyle had made it clear that the conversation was over and Peter begrudgingly turned his back to the boy. Heading through the countless hallways Peter felt compelled to just wander endlessly. He pushed on all of his weariness forgotten. Thoughts of a much needed rest in his small room slowly slipped away.

Suddenly Peter felt memories come flooding back to him. They were joyous ones, when he was finally let into the Potter's group. Happiness spread through his and warmed his heart. The light was enveloping him now and he felt strangely free. The Peter did something that he hadn't done in years. Peter smiled.

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Harry awoke with a start. His scar was burning and he had just had the most realistic dream. He had leaped from the eastern tower and fallen in a slow graceful arc to the ground. It had felt so real though. His heart had caught in his chest almost as if he was the one falling. The sensation was that of sheer bliss. But the hard and very abrupt landing also filled his mind. Harry had a sensation in the back of his mind that part of him had leaped from the tower. That part of him had died. But that had been happening ever since he had learned of the Headmaster's death. Another part of his identity seemed to slip through his fingers whenever another life was lost. "Is that all I am? Can I not exist without others?" whispered Harry.

"Perhaps you are asking the wrong question Harry."

"What? What do you mean by that? Bloody hell! Boyle? Is that you?" Harry asked shocked.

"Yes it's me. I can't believe it. So the rumors are true. You've got no idea what's going on around here. Why don't you open your eyes and see what's really going on here."

"Wait a minute you're lecturing me? Last time I checked you were just Malfoy's brainless sidekick."

"Well time changes people Potter. Though in your case it may have made an exception. I see you're still just as clueless as you were during school. It's only you that can put a stop to this you know. But responsibility has never been a big thing for you. You've always found some way out of it. Well now you're stuck Harry. The clock is ticking and time is running down. It's your decision. What are you going to do?"

"I... I... I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you right now! Whose side are you on anyway? Talking like that it sounds like your against Voldemort."

Goyle gave a small nod.

"But... I thought." said Harry stupidly.

"It's quite obvious you haven't been thinking Harry. If you had you wouldn't still be here now. Your problem is that you don't want to be rescued."

Harry opened his mouth to protest but Goyle raised his hand silencing him.

"You've always been the rescuer, the big hero. It would shatter your pride to have someone take you without letting you at Voldemort. Your life revolves around Voldemort, Harry. Without him you would be nothing. You think all you want is revenge but when it comes down to it could you kill him?"

"Of course!" Harry growled.

"You answered too quickly. There is no way you had time to truly think about the answer. For life and death are delicate things. They are tied together by a single thread. It is the same with good and evil. When the string is broken both will fall. Who are you to cut the string and what will happen after you do?"

"I don't understand. So you're saying that good and evil are linked?"

"Without one the other cannot exist."

But Harry was still as confused as ever. "But does that mean evil will always exist?"

"Of course. There is evil in the hearts of every man."

Harry put his hand to his chest and Goyle nodded solmenly.

"Yes Harry more than you know. Wake up, please wake up."

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Goyle, the very same thick-headed sidekick of Draco was now a member of his team and currently trying to have a deep conversation with him. The things that had happened over the past few days were unconcieveable. "Are you sure that you're Goyle?"

Goyle looked up disbelievingly. "Are you serious? Of coure I'm Goyle you fool!"

"Well you certainly aren't acting like him."

"Like I said Potter, times change, people change. But it seems that your mind is still closed to new ideas. Think about what I've said Harry. It's not too late yet but the hour is nearer then you think. It is all up to you now. You have chosen your hand and now you are to play it as you wish. Remember only you can decide." With a creak Goyle slipped out the door.

'The absurdity of it all. Goyle telling me what to do. The nerve.' A shrill hissing cry drew Harry rather abrutly from his thoughts.

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Voldermort let out a strangled cry. His skin felt like it was boiling hot and before his eyes he saw his hand was melting away. The pain was seering through him like a knife but through his anger he seemed to ignore it entirely. "Peter!" he bellowed angrily. "What in the bloody hell is going on?" Banging open the door he leapt out of the room and stood in the hallway.

An eerie voice filled the hallway and Voldemort stopped in his tracks. "...you shall be restored. But remember this and remember it well. For there is no one who can break this spell. Forever you shall be bound. Until you lie beneath the ground. For all that all that help you see it through. Forever will be linked with you. But beware when they meet their death. Be sure that you will draw your last breath."

Voldermort turned around and let out a very forced breath. "Fuck."