Lucius watched the battle unfold below him. His fellow Death Eaters attacking the group. He saw Hermione right away. Brown curls blowing in the wind, wand out, voice loud and clear. She was amazing. She looked more beautiful now then she did in the moonlight spilling in his bedroom…..Lucius stopped his train of thoughts. He was supposed to beprotecting Voldemort, as the strongest of the death eaters, he was given the duty. He heard the wizard's cruel voice behind him. "It beautiful, isn't is Lucius?" he said. "All the death, the hate, the curses. Its great to watch, brings us such pleasure, doesn't it?"

"Yes my lord." Lucius said, although he didn't agree at all. That was bothering him. He had always loved a good fight, but now, the sight before him was making him sick. He watched as Ron Weasly got hit with a curse that sent him flying into a wall, leg laying in an unnatural angle. This was all wrong.

Hermione was right. Lucius had become a new man that night in the hallway. Something had awakened the new side of him. The good side of him. The side that wanted a normal life, a woman to love, Hermione. Yes, he loved her. He watched her fight her way throughthe massive number of Death Eaters, and his heart over ran with the feelings he had for her. She had changed him and didn't even know it.

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Harry heard Dumbledore get struck by a curse as they ran up the side of the hill to where they believed Voldemort was hiding. Harry couldn't stop. He had to get up there and end this. He knew Snape wasn't to far behind them, and would get Dumbledore help.

Harry reached the top of the hill, wand out and ready. He thought he was prepared for what was in front of him. Voldemort was larger than Harry had remembered. His presence was overwhelming, hiding in the deep black robes.

Harry left his wand pointed out in front of him, he couldn't afford to show his fear. It would be his weakness. Instead, he breathed deep, and pictured his mother, father and godfather by his side, protecting him. The Death Eater standing in front of Voldemort began to advance on Harry slowly.

"Potter, we finally are here. The moment we both have been waiting for since you were born. The moment when I get my revenge and you get reunited with your parents." Voldemort's dry raspy voice stated, his wand extended in front of him.

Before Harry could speak, Voldemort issued a strange curse in Latin, one Harry couldn't understand, but felt instantly. It was like someone had set his brain on fire, he was losing his vision quickly, and could feel the fire spreading through his body.

He was losing conscious when he noticed the Death Eater hovering in front of him. The man's mouth was moving, but Harry couldn't hear anything but the sound of flames.

Suddenly, the feeling was gone. The fire was gone, the pain. His hearing came back quickly, as did his vision. Voldemort was standing twenty feet away.

Harry felt the second man behind him. "It's the only way either one of you can be killed. An ancient curse, scripted when Voldemort first went after you. It sets your enemy on fire from the inside. I used the counter curse on you, I'll distract him as long as I can, but you need to aim your wand at his heart when you say it." the Death Eater explained in a whisper.

Harry didn't know what to do. The death eater saved him, and was now telling him how to defeat Voldemort? Harry didn't know of the curse, the only thing he had plannedto try was a plan old killing curse, one that wouldn't have worked. Harry would have been walking into his own death if not for the Death Eater.

He was brought back on track by the site of the Voldemort going after his own man. "You betrayed be!" Voldemort was screaming. He raised his wand at the figure in black. "How dare you! I put you first! You will die!"

Harry reacted quickly, raising his own wand and aiming at Voldemort's chest, he quickly spoke the unfamiliar Latin words, his voice loud and clear. He was surprised he could remember them, it almost felt like they came from somewhere inside him.

Voldemort fell quickly, grabbing his head, screaming in a unnatural voice. TheDeath Eater scrambled back quickly, standing beside Harry as they watched a fire consume Voldemort from the inside, until all that was left was a pile of ash.

Harry looked from the ash to the figure in black. "Why did you help me?" he asked the unknown man.