disclaimer: despite popular belief, I am not JKR. Therefore, I don't own anything related to Harry Potter.

warnings: SLASHY SLASHY SLASH!!! muahahahahahaha...SLASH! also, many character deaths ;-)

a/n: once again, THANK YOU, ALL OF YOU THAT REVIEWED!!!! (blows kisses)

now, to the not-so-long awaited story:

Chapter Eight

McGonagal sighed in her office. She had to go to the Great Hall soon for breakfast. Last night had been so confusing and stressful.

First, Neville Longbottom had burst through her door, mumbling something. She only understood the words 'need to go into hiding.' Confused as to why Neville needed to hide, she tried to question him. But his only response was that he had no time to explain at the moment, and he needed to get out of Hogwarts now.

Despite her confusion, McGonagal had given Neville the portkey to his own hiding place. Still, she wondered why that boy had to suddenly leave, and without even taking his belongings.

Then, later that night, McGonagal was alerted by Snape that Remus had disappeared. Snape hadn't seen Remus since he left his side to spy on Voldemort, and Snape doubted he was still there. Snape suggested foul play, and Minerva wondered whether or not Neville knew anything.

Sighing once again, Minerva walked down to the feast, not knowing what to expect that day.

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Harry was the first one ready that morning, considering he had never gone to bed. He had sat up all last night, planning every detail as to how he would destroy Neville. And he was quite pleased with himself. Today was a Friday, and this weekend was a Hogsmeade trip, which worked out perfectly for Harry.

He made his way down to the Great Hall, and sat alone at the Gryffindor table. He sat there, watching the students come in for breakfast, waiting, and waiting, and waiting, until finally-

"Ginny!" he called out, waving the small red head over. Everyone's eyes were on Harry, and the small girl nervously made her way to Harry.

"Y-Yes?" she asked meekly. Harry restrained from smirking, and instead forced a warm smile.

"Ginny, I'd just like to say I'm sorry for how I treated you at quidditch. I wish I could take back all the mean things I said to you...I...I know it's not an excuse, but I've just been oh so moody since...the death of my g-godfather," he said, forcing tears once again in his eyes.

Ginny looked shocked before sympathy flooded her face. "Oh, Harry. It's ok. I forgive you!" she said, trying to comfort the boy. Inside, Harry was smirking. The plan's going perfectly, he told himself.

"Thank you," he said softly, "I, well, when I was being a jerk," he let that linger for a second, "I couldn't help but notice that you and Neville seemed, well, close," he made sure he said this as he gazed at her softly. Ginny blushed, and smiled.

"Yeah, well, we got together," she mumbled. Triumph glinted in Harry's eyes momentarily before he replaced it with "happiness".

"Oh, Gin, this makes me so happy! This is just perfect," he said, smirking to himself, "I would love to hear all about it – would you meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight, so we can catch up?" Ginny looked happy.

"Of course!" she said brightly. Harry's back, she thought, smiling, Everything's finally back to normal. She started chattering away, talking about how she and Neville got together, not noticing the evil look on Harry's face, masked by feigned joyfulness.

When lunch was over, Ginny said good bye. Harry replied, smiling at her. When she left, his smile turned to a triumphant smirk. He arrived early to potions, and the only one there was Draco, who had not noticed Harry had arrived. Harry walked over silently and wrapped his arms around Draco, who yelped in surprise.

"Harry! You fuckin scared me!" he said, trying to look angry but failing miserably. Harry just chuckled and pulled the blonde back for a kiss.

"I hate not being able to sit with you at meals," Harry said after the kiss. Draco smiled.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy talking with the Weasel," he smirked, raising his eyebrow. Harry snorted.

"You mean that bimbo? I'm only talking to her cause of my newest plan," he said. Draco looked at Harry amused.

"Oh? Another plan? Can you tell me this one, or must I wait to find out the details as well?" he asked, pouting. Harry chuckled.

"I'll tell you, but here is not the place. We have a free period next, right? Well, I'll tell you then," he said. Draco nodded. Just then, the rest of the class and Snape arrived.

The lesson was boring, with the exceptions of Snape picking on the Gryffindors. Harry eyed Snape with hatred, and then he remembered what he had meant to do that morning.

Fuck! I forgot to write to Voldemort! Fuck Fuck Fuck!, he thought angrily. He raised his hand, receiving confused looks from everyone, including Draco.

"Mr...Potter?" Snape questioningly asked, surprised that Harry would actually make an effort to talk to him deliberately.

Harry smirked slightly. "May I be excused to go to the bathroom?" he asked with fake innocence.

Snape blinked three times. No one had ever asked that before in his class. "The...the bathroom?" he asked, wondering if he had misheard Potter.

Harry's smirked grew. "Yes, sir. The bathroom. You, know. The place people go when they have to-"he began.

"That's enough, Mr. Potter!" Snape interrupted, "Ten points from Gryffindor for your freshness. And yes, you may go. But hurry back!"

Draco sniggered as Harry stood up and mockingly bowed to Snape, walking briskly out of the classroom, a quill, ink, and parchment hidden under his robe.

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Harry sat on the windowsill of the Owlery, composing his letter. He finally finished, and read it once to make sure it sounded ok.

Dear Tom,

I've been meaning to tell you that you have a spy for the Order in your ranks. His name is Severus Snape. While he pretends to be a deatheater, he is really working for Dumbledore's own Order of the Phoenix.

That is not the only reason I am writing. It appears that last night, during a deatheater meeting, Snape snuck in a man named Remus Lupin to spy on you. Don't worry, I have already disposed of him before he could alert the Order of the info he found out.

Anyway Lupin had the disillusionment charm on him and had taken a potion invented by Snape that makes the drinker untraceable (so no one can feel their presence in a room). He heard everything you said to Dumbledore (he had entered the room when Wormtail did to give you news, and left when you left). I questioned him, and like I said, I have disposed of him.

It's lucky that I found Lupin when I did; after he had talked to a boy named Neville Longbottom. Lupin was about to inform the Order about our plan and me.

Now, about Neville Longbottom. The prophecy has turned out not to be about me and you, but actually possibly me and Neville. The Order found out that the Savior was actually Neville not too long ago. And that's not all – the Dark Lord mentioned turns out not to be you, and the Order have no clue who it could be. Lupin, when I interrogated him, had mentioned that he thinks the Dark Lord in the prophecy is me.

In other news, I have found the joy of torturing and killing – I tortured and killed a boy named Colin Creevey in the Chamber last night as well, and I must say it was exhilarating – I can't wait till I do it again!

All for now.

Golden Boy

Satisfied, Harry tied the letter to Hedwig, and watched her fly away. Stretching, he walked quickly back to potions. He had been gone for a total of six minutes.

Entering the classroom, he gave Severus an extra cheery grin and wave, something that shocked the teacher so much, he decided not to ask Potter why he had been so long.

Harry sat down again, next to Draco, who anxiously asked him where he had been. Harry just whispered he'd tell him along with everything else, and Draco nodded.

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The couple was sitting on the bank of the lake, Harry resting his head on Draco's shoulder, while the blonde played with his hair. "Sooooo?" Draco asked.

Harry sighed, and told the boy what had happened last night. Draco sniggered when Harry said that Neville was actually the Savior, and muttered how the wizarding world was certainly doomed. Harry then told him how he wrote the letter, and Draco wasn't shocked to find out Snape was a spy.

"He always acted suspicious, father always said," he added, nodding his sexy blonde head. Harry nodded in agreement, and closed his eyes.

The lovers sat there until the end of the period, relaxed.

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The rest of the day went by in a fast blur, and it was finally dinner.

Harry glared at McGonagal before he sat down, alone again, until Ginny came in, eyes red.

Girls cry so fuckin much, he thought, slapping a kind look upon his face. "What's wrong, Gin?" he asked, his voice sounding comforting.

"Neville's...gone. I found out after breakfast. He-He left...didn't even leave me a n-note," she replied, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, Gin. Don't cry. Here, how about we go have our meeting in the Astronomy Tower now?" he asked, eyes glinting. Ginny looked up and nodded, and they both left the Hall, unnoticed.

Up in the Astronomy Tower, Ginny sat on the windowsill, and Harry closed the door behind them, secretly casting a locking and silencing charm.

"Ginny," he started softly, "Everyone saw you upset today, right? Everyone saw you crying and being depressed?"

Ginny stared, wondering why Harry was asking such an odd question. "Yeah...L-Luna kept telling me it wasn't healthy to be so depressed, and all the girls in my year tried to cheer me up."

"Good, good," Harry said absentmindedly looking deep in thought, confusing Ginny even more. What was good? she wondered.

"Would you say that yourself and Neville's grandmother are the two most important people in his life?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Y-Yes," Ginny answered, feeling very uncomfortable. Harry smiled sadistically, making Ginny's uncomfortable feeling even worse. "Um, Harry, are you ok?"

Harry just moved next to Ginny on the windowsill. "That's a very long drop to the ground, Gins," he spoke softly. Ginny looked out the window and gulped.

"Well, y-yes it i-is, Harry," she replied, voice quivering, more out of fear now than anything else.

"The fall would instantly kill the person," he continued, eyes never leaving the ground.

Ginny misinterpreted what Harry meant by all of this. "Harry! Stop thinking about suicide! I...I won't let you kill yourself," she said, determination in her voice. She didn't understand why Harry was depressed, but she wouldn't let him end his life.

Harry just turned to her, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Oh no, Ginny. I'm not going to plummet to the ground," he said softly, "You are."

----end of chappie seven-------

Iviana: nyeh! that was pretty short...

Miku: Oooooo, Harry's gonna kill Ginny next isn't he? Isn't he!? muahahahaha!

Harry: (picking at his nails) Oh don't be silly, Miku. I'd never kill anyone.

Draco: But what about Remus and Creevey?

Harry: Draco...If you want (whispers something in Draco's ear, making his eyes go wide) then shut up!

a/n: please review! tell me what you think!

next chappie should actually be up soon – it's half written so far

please answer (I can't decide on my own):

should harry get the darkmark on his arm like an average death eater? or should he stay unmarked, being more of the equal that he is to voldemort?

or should he make up his own mark?

I'm more of leaning to the third option, but I really need some more advice!!!

please answer those