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"Damien. Why the sudden call. We were in the middle of a Hogsmeade trip."

Damien looked at Hermione and smiled. "We found traitors."

She looked him in the eye and held his stare. "Who?"

"Leslie Bask and Minnie Gregg."

Hermione nodded and was about to speak when the door opened.

"M'lord, we are ready."

"Good. Now please leave," he turned to Hermione. "What were you saying?"

"Can I please speak with Pansy, Draco and Blaise before we start? We might not see each other again tonight and we need to have our stories strait about why we left."

"Ok. I will send them in."

Hermione went and sat down on the couch and looked into the roaring fire. About five minutes later Draco, Pansy and Blaise walked in. Hermione didn't look up from the fire as she started to talk.

"I need Blaise to go get Dumbledore. We are doing it tonight. He is dead."

The three exchanged looks and Draco looked at Hermione. "That is crazy. You are just going to get yourself killed."

"No. I am ready. I can feel it."

"Hermione,"

"NO DRACO!" Hermione yelled as she stood up to face him. Her eyes were blood red and there were black sparks. "I AM ready to do this. He is going to die tonight. Minnie and Leslie do not deserve to die. Now like I said. Blaise, you are going to go back to Hogwarts and get Dumbledore and let him know that he needs to get everyone here. You will bring them here. Pansy, I am going to make sure that you are the guard outside the door tonight. Draco, you will be beside me. You will be the one that I choose to help me 'kill' them."

Hermione looked at the three stunned faces as they nodded and took everything she was saying in. She looked at Blaise. "Tell Dumbledore about my eyes."

Blaise nodded, not questioning her odd request.

"Let's go."

"Where is Zabini?"

Hermione looked into Damien's eyes and took his hand.

"I need him to run an errand for me. He will be back momentarily."

"Ok. Do you want to begin yet?"

"Sure. I think we should let them duel."

"With who?"

"Me. And Draco."

Damien looked at her funny but nodded. As she got up to go get Draco he grabbed her and kissed her. Hermione put a hand on his face and smiled, as genuinely as she could. "Don't worry love. I will be fine. It is not like anyone here could beat me."

Damien nodded and kissed her one more time. Hermione let go of his hand and went to get Draco. She told him what he was going to do and he nodded, bowed and followed her to the middle of the floor.

They walked up to two very beaten women.

"Get up!"

Minnie and Leslie looked up at Hermione and Draco. Hermione looked them both in the eye and hope that they got that they were not really going to hurt them. Hermione went up to Lucius who was holding their wands and took their wands away from him and gave them back to the girls.

Damien looked to Hermione and Draco and they both nodded signifying they were ready.

"Duel!"

Suddenly the doors exploded. They both crashed down with a deafening sound and made the door way so dusty you couldn't see anything. Everyone looked at the door. Damien stood up. He looked confused.

"What in the hell is going on here?!?"

Hermione went to his side and grabbed his hand, which he held comfortingly. What he didn't see was the huge smirk on her face. Draco came and stood behind Hermione, placing his hands on her hips, everyone was so busy watching the doors, no one cared.

Then the dust started to clear and Dumbledore stood in the doorway. He started walking in to the room. No one moved. Hermione noticed movement out of the side of her eye. To her it looked like the walls were moving. It took her just a minute to register what it was exactly. Then she remembered a charm they used to use all the time. A Chameleon Charm. Her smirk got wider. Then she turned her attention back to Dumbledore.

"Damien."

"Albus."

"Your uncle would be proud."

Hermione looked up at him, "Uncle?"

"Yes uncle. I remembered Damien from school not too long ago. I didn't think it necessary to tell you Hermione. It is not really all that important, but he is Tom's brother's son."

Damien looked down at Hermione. He didn't care that she had found out about his ties to Voldemort, he cared about the manner of relationship between Albus and her he was implying.

Hermione took her hand out of Damien's and walked over to where Dumbledore was standing; Draco followed. Damien looked into Hermione's black eyes and looked over her, at her black hair and her pale skin. He watched it go back to honey hair and warm tan skin. Her eyes did not go back to brown. No, they were red.

"You tricked me?"

"Yes."

"You never loved me."

"Damien you never loved me either. You can't love. You are so bent on hatred you could never love me. You liked me. You liked my body. I knew you didn't really love me the first night here. You focused on my body and what it had to offer. Not me as a person. I knew then that you didn't really love me."

Damien was pissed. He pulled out his wand and pointed it strait toward the three standing in the middle. Hermione lifted her finger and shook it back and forth.

"Tsk. Tsk, Tsk. I would not do that if I were you."

Then, all of the people that were camouflaged went back to their regular skin. There were tons of them, too many to describe, and each one had its wand pointed to the death eaters.

"You see, Damien, if you want us you have to go through the entire army."

Hermione lifted her hands and said, "Accio wands!" and all the wands from the death eaters flew into her. Before they could get to her and stab her to death she screamed, "FREEZE!"

All of the wands stopped in midair. She looked at all of the death eaters and simply said, "Burn."

At once all of the wands caught on fire, in midair no less. The death eaters got to sit back and watch as their one chance to get out was burned. The only people at the table with wands were the spies, who now had their wand out and pointed at his companions.

All of the sudden people started running for the doors. Hermione lifted her hands and the doors fixed themselves, trapping them.

"Don't. If you try to fight it, it will only end in pain and suffering."

"STOP!"

Everyone turned around. There was Lucius Malfoy, with a wand in his hand pointed at his son's head, which was in a head lock.

"You stupid bitch! First you ruin my son, and then you ruin my family! I will kill you. Let us go now or he dies."

Draco decided to take matters into his own hands. He stepped on his father's foot and elbowed him in the nose. Lucius cursed and threw a curse hurtling through the air, hitting one of the good guys.

That was it. It started the fighting. Many of the death eaters grabbed wands of vulnerable men and started killing. There was so much green in the air you would think it was another celebration for the Irish.

That one shot started it. That battle at Deaths Gate.

Five hundred and seventy three died that day. Many more were injured and many went crazy.

Lucius Malfoy was killed by his own son, who showed no mercy.

Bill, Charlie, Ron, Fred and George made it out, but Percy didn't. He was killed by the first curse thrown.

Arthur was injured and walks with a limp now, while Molly got out without a scratch.

Harry got another scar, one down the middle of his chest, that Pansy thinks is quite sexy.

Pansy was injured, but nothing permanent.

Draco,Ginny, Blaise and Lavender got out with a few minor cuts and bruises.

Hermione was perfectly clean; all of her injuries were internal. She ended up having to kill Damien when he tried to kill Draco.

Albus Dumbledore died that day, not at the hands of a death eater, but of a heart failure. It was a shock. No one thought he could die, but like any other person, he could.

It was sad, the losses that day, but like Dumbledore had once said, "Death is but the next great adventure."