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Ok guys, here is chapter 7. I hope you like it. AND, I am soooo sorry that I haven't been able to update in a few days. It was because my Dad took away my adapter to my laptop because I made him angry. He had it for two excruciating days and I just got it back yesterday (Thursday). I immediately began to write, so I could update. Anyway, enough with my whining and here is the chapter.

Draco walked into a dimly lit hall. He was wearing a long black robe with the hood pulled up. Tonight would be a turning point in his life and he knew it. It scared him to think of what was going to happen.

Draco walked with his head held high. He didn't want to let the room full of, at least 30, Death Eaters know that he was afraid. But the thing the kept him going was the thought of the undercover Order of the Phoenix members risking their lives to save his.

He walked up to where his father was standing, with a positively elated look on his malicious face (A/N that's gotta be a weird looking face).

"Welcome, Draco." Lucius said. "Before you get the Mark you need to do one thing."

Draco nodded; he already knew what his father was going to make him do. All of the Death Eaters had to present Voldemort with a vile of their blood before getting their Mark. Dumbledore had told him to go through this process, but just as he was getting ready to present the vile of his blood, to give the signal and the Order members would start with the spells.

Lucius brandished a knife, and handed it to Draco. Draco, with the eyes of all of the Death Eaters and Voldemort, cut into his hand with the knife. He heard behind him a sharp intake of breath. He knew at once that had to be one of the undercover members.

Draco watched at the blood from his hand dripped into the vile, he was holding in his other hand.

Lucius watched his son with pride evident in his eyes. For a moment there he had thought that his traitor of a daughter would corrupt Draco. But no, Draco showed up to his ceremony.

Draco corked the vile, and showed it to his father.

Lucius moved out of the way to give Draco a clear view of Voldemort.

Voldemort had long black robes on; one could just barely see hands poking out of the sleeves. Voldemort's face was not visible underneath the long hood.

Draco slowly walked over in front of the man (if you can call him that) and kneeled. Just as he was about to hand over the vile, he yelled out the most random thing he could. "MASTICATE!"

The Death Eaters, Voldemort, and Lucius thought Draco had gone crazy. They showed weakness, leaving the Order with the upper hand.

Collective shouts of "Stupefy" rang through the hall. At least twenty order members, including Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger, threw off their hoods, showing themselves to the rest of the Death Eaters.

The Death Eaters faltered for a moment, but them began to shout spells. Five or Six of the masked men, on including Lucius, went to cover Voldemort, but Harry had already got to him.

Harry's wand was pointed straight to the point in between Voldemort's eyes.

The masked men raised their wands at Harry. Draco had come over, and stood in between the men's wands and Harry. He knew that the men would not kill him.

And he was right, Lucius called them off almost immediately.

"Say good bye Potter." Voldemort said, a sick smile on his face.

Harry then heard a quiet "Avada Kedavra", and jumped out of the way of the green sparks, having them hit Voldemort instead. (A/N Werent expecting that were ya?)

All of the occupants of the room watched at the sparks killed the man whom was either their leader or their enemy.

Voldemort slide from his chair, cold and lifeless, he was gone forever. The prophecy hadn't come true, technically. The curse meant for Harry, hit the man whom had given Harry hell for his entire life.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco, had felt as if a giant weight had been lifted off of their shoulders.

Hermione watched, from her spot on the floor (she had been hit with an Unforgivable Curse and was quite weak), with tears in her eyes.

The shock, though, was beginning to wear off the Death Eaters, and Lucius, and they were ready for retaliation.

But before they could do that, they were hit with a body binding curse by all of the able bodied Order members.

Hermione watched, as Ron walked over to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder. Harry was in shock, he didn't know what to do, other than stare at the body of the one who killed his parents and his Godfather.

"'Mione?" Hermione heard a voice say.

She looked up at the face of Draco Malfoy, the one whom she hated, until his sister came that is. "Hi", was all she said.

"What are you doing here?"

She tried to sit up, so she could look at him better, but was in too much pain. "Helping the Order."

"What happened?" He was at her side.

"I got hit with Curtacius (A/N sp??). The Death Eater got some sick humor about my pain. If he kept it on me any longer, I could have ended up like Neville Longbottom's parents."

"We need to get you to Hogwarts." He took her into his arms, and lifted her with ease.

She let her head rest on his shoulder. She was much too tired, and in pain, to keep her head up.

Draco walked over to Dumbledore, whom had just recently arrived. "Professor Dumbledore, sir," the older man turned to Draco. "We need to get Hermione back to Hogwarts, she had been hit with an Unforgivable."

"I will send you by portkey, tell Poppy that there will be more to come." Dumbledore pulled out what looked like a pen, said some words, and gave it to Draco.

Hermione lifted her arm enough, so that she too could touch the pen. They immediately felt a tugging behind their navels and, a few moments later, found themselves in Dumbledore's office.

Draco somehow, was able to remain standing, with Hermione still in his arms. He immediately brought her to the Hospital Wing, where Madame Pomfrey checked her over, and then gave her a potion for sleep.

He waited until Hermione was asleep before telling the Mediwitch what Dumbledore had said.

Madame Pomfrey had a grave look on her face, after he had told her.

Draco was about to go sit next to Hermione, when Madame Pomfrey saw the cut on his hand.

"What happened to your hand?" she asked.

He looked down at his hand. He had totally forgot it was there. "I cut it."

She looked horrified. "Why would you do such a thing?" she beckoned him to follow her, he did.

"I was to get inducted into the Death Eaters tonight. I had to go through the presenting of the vile of blood before I could give the cue."

She nodded, and then dabbed something on his hand. It stung for a moment, but healed up almost immediately.

"Thank you." He said.

The Mediwitch nodded. "You should get to bed. You have had a long day." He nodded, but didn't want to leave Hermione. "She will be fine, you can visit her tomorrow."

He cast one more look at Hermione, before he was ushered out of the room.