Ginny sat on the bed and watched as Hermione pulled on the knee high boots and let the trousers fall over the leather. She pulled on the velvet jacket, then fastened a silver chain around her neck, hung with a black pearl and a silver feather. Garnet-studden silver feathers hung from her ears.

Amelie took control and ran her hands threw her hair, turning the brown frizzy curls into chestnut-dark tumbling waves. Amelie changed her eyes until they were the vibrant green of her mother's, before letting Hermione have control for possibly the last time in her life. Hermione pulled black leather gloves on over the empty Gryffindor ring, her mouth pressed in a thin line. Ginny watched.

"Are you afraid?" Ginny asked, knowing full well it was a ridiculous question, but she was desperate to break the silence.

"I am." Hermione said softly. She looked up from her hands to the pale-faced form of her best friend. "I'm terrified."

"We'll win." Ginny said, though her voice lacked the necessary confidence.

"We have to." Hermione said with a shrug, slipping the silver and emerald ring over her gloved ring finger, as though she was engaged. Then she took two steps forward and pulled Ginny into a hug, kissed her cheek. "I hope I get to talk to you again,"

"Don't talk that way." Ginny admonished, resting her chin on Hermione's shoulder. "Of course we'll talk."

It's time.

"Goodbye, Ginny." Hermione said with a small smile, and then let control slip to Amelie, who pulled away from Ginny.

"You'll be fine, Ginny." Amelie said with a smile. "We all will. It's just a matter of keeping out of the way for several hours. Promise me you wont do anything rash. And that you wont let my brother do anything rash. He has one job in this battle, and I want him alive to do it."

"I'll keep an eye on him." Ginny promised. Amelie fastened her cloak at her throat, and pulled the hood up so it shadowed her face.

"It's time, then." Ginny preceded Amelie out the door, but stopped short with a gasp when she saw the tall black cloaked figure standing before the fire. The figure turned, but Ginny still couldn't make out who it was.

"Easy, Ginny." Black-gloved hands pushed the hood away from pale skin and platinum hair. "It's just me."

"You're going away as well?" Ginny asked, almost childishly. Draco smiled.

"All the Slytherins who are loyal to Voldemort are." He answered simply. He stepped forward and enveloped Ginny in a brief hug before turning to Amelie. He bowed. "My lady." He held out a black cloak and she accepted it, swinging it around her shoulders.

"Lord Malfoy." Amelie replied regally, and Ginny backed out of the way nervously.

"Take care, Virginia, of yourself, and your friends." Amelie said softly, and Ginny nodded, even as the portrait swung open and the two young deatheaters stepped silently into the hall.

"Which way are we going to go?" Draco asked softly.

"The back way, through the dungeons. We need to pick up a few people." Amelie laughed quietly to herself, and then the two of them swept off.

Outside the Slytherin common room, there was silence and an empty corridor. Amelie looked around, then nodded.

"Victory." She whispered softly, and the Slytherin common room opened to her. She stepped through the narrow door into the common room. In the common room were several black-clothed students. They looked up as Draco and Amelie stepped in.

"It's time, then?" Zabini asked, stepping forward. "Who's your friend, Malfoy?"

"It's time, Blaise." Amelie purred, touching his cheek with one finger. She looked around. "Is this all?"

"Some have gone already. Pansy's gone to find some random Gryffindor chick that's meant to have joined us. I'd laugh if it was Granger."

"Don't laugh too loudly, then." Amelie said softly. She looked around again. "Draco, lead this lot through the Forbidden Forest by the silver path, you'll know it when you see it. Wait for me in the oak clearing. I'm going to find Parkinson and Brown before they bring the whole operation crashing down around her shoulders."

"Lavender? But I thought you said it was Hermione!" Zabini argued.

"Blaise, don't insult yourself with your own stupidity. Lavender Brown is one of us. I'm Hermione Granger." Amelie said coldly. She looked at Draco. "Do you understand my orders?"

Draco bowed. "My lady." He said simply. Amelie nodded, and then swept out of the Slytherin room alone.

She made her way quickly through the castle towards the Gryffindor tower, and found Pansy wandering hopelessly around, completely lost and without a clue as to where the Gryffindor common room was.

"Parkinson." Amelie whispered, climbing the stairs to the landing where Pansy stood, chewing her thumb. "What in all hells do you think you're doing?"

"Who the fuck are you to question me?" Pansy retorted. "I'm waiting for the signal to get some traitors."

"You mean you're hopelessly lost." Amelie corrected. "Wait here for me." Amelie turned and climbed three more flights of stairs before coming to the Pink Lady's corridor. At the painting, Amelie stared up at the woman, who fanned herself nervously.

"Hilda." Amelie murmured. "So nice to see you again."

"Amelie?" The pink lady gasped, her fan falling to her feet with a clatter.

"Precisely. Send Lavender Brown out to me, no one else."

"She's not a deatheater!"

"She's enough of one to help me now." Amelie said with a cold smile. "It's time Hilda. And if you don't give her to me, I'll take her myself."

"Hold on." The fat lady disappeared out of her portrait, and Amelie faded back into the shadows. A few minutes later, the portrait door opened, and Lavender slipped through, wearing a black skirt, boots and a black jumper, her cloak slung over her arm. "You know Dumbledore will hear of this!"

"Keep quiet, Hilda. Or you wont be repairable." Hilda shuddered, all the colour gone from her face. Amelie turned to Lavender.

"Put the cloak on." Amelie ordered. Lavender hurriedly did as she was told. "Come with me. Do not speak or make any sound." Amelie walked off, and heard the hurried sound of Lavender following behind. They met Pansy on the stairs, and Amelie led them down the stairs, intending to go out a side door.

"Who the hell are you?" Pansy snapped. Amelie didn't answer, although she heard Lavender mutter her name to Pansy. "My lady." Pansy said, as close to an apology as anything Amelie was likely to get. Amelie kept walking.

"We're going to be late enough as it is." Amelie said flatly. "Keep up."

They rounded a corner and found Filch and his Mrs Norris. The cat hissed, arching its back, and Filch pointed his finger at them accusingly.

"Invaders!" He hissed.

"Good evening, Mr Filch." Amelie said softly, before raising her own hand before her. "Stupefy." Both cat and man fell to the floor with a thud, and Amelie continued her inexorable march towards the door, stepping over the cat and the janitor.

At the side door, a cloaked figure waited for them. It made a deep reverence to Amelie, who touched it on the shoulder. "Let's not be later than absolutely necessary, shall we, Severus?"

"Of course, my lady." Snape opened the door and motioned for the three girls to go through, before following and locking it behind him.

The four made their way across the school grounds, crossing the quidditch pitch heading towards the Forbidden Forest. Suddenly, bright lights lit up the pitch, and Amelie flung her arms out with a cry and the lights were extinguished. The four broke into a run, and slipped safely into the Forbidden Forest.

Amelie led them through the forest, following a trail only she and Snape could see. Both had been trained to see the silver crosses on the trees, trees that withered and died even as the deatheaters passed them. Trees that had been marked with unicorn blood never lasted long.

The thoughts of unicorn blood brought back memories of the potion brewed with the contents of the diamond bottles of the Founder jewelery. If it didn't work, then there was very little chance that they would win this war. In fact, even with the potion, there was very little chance they could win this war. Voldemort had more men, more allies, better firepower. Plus he had no conscience.

That was a very good point for his side.

The fact that there were several traitors in his midst was not likely to be enough to stop him.

"My pet, I am so glad you are finally arrived." Amelie snapped her head up to look at the form of his father, stepping forward to greet her. Amelie fell to her knees on the soft ground, her head bowed as she had at the deatheater meeting. She kissed his hands and rose, bowing slightly and then looking around. Behind him were masses of black-cloaked, black-masked people of varying size and height.

"Are we ready?" Amelie asked softly.

"We are, dear one. We shall end it here, after seventeen years of trial. And then I shall rule, with you beside me." Amelie smiled, and Voldemort leaned down and kissed her harshly on the mouth. When he pulled away, his red eyes were dilated and his lips parted. Amelie forced her revulsion down, beneath her cold heartlessness. This was not the time.

"We march now, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And there we shall end it, and Purebloods shall again rule." Voldemort announced to his followers. There was silence as a response. "No longer will mudbloods and halfbloods taint our lives!" More silence.

"Applaud you idiots." Amelie murmured. Clapping spread from the deatheater beside her until the clearing rang with it. Amelie rolled her eyes, and then took her black mask from the box at her feet. It was made of thinly beaten black iron, and when she put it on only her green eyes showed, glittering in the firelight. She fastened a small silver sword around her waist, and let her cloak drop over it before she looked around again, trying to judge numbers.

Then Voldemort took her hand and led her off, and the rest of the deatheaters followed, line after line of them, emerging from the woods around the clearing. Huge spiders dangled from threads above them, and scuttled from tree to tree. Then came a song that chilled Amelie's heart. Pheonix song filtered through the trees, and one by one twelve black, green and blue pheonixs descended from above, hovering about Amelie's head, singing their greetings. Amelie sang back under her breath, greeting them in the name of Voldemort and judging their reactions.

They werent pleased. Voldemort had done something to them to make them all barren, and they were the last remaining fire-breathing females of their kind. They fought to regain their fertility, after which they fully intended to return to their homes and live out their lives in peace.

'Rally to me,' Amelie thought, 'and I will regain your fertility for you. Rally to me and follow my instructions. You know I am one of your kind.' She felt their response, and how she had their loyalty. That was a few more allies on their side, at least. She still wasn't sure it'd be enough.

"My lord." She drew level with her father. "Return the fertility to the pheonixs, and they will continue to fight for you." Voldemort shook his head.

"No. They fight for me only because I have what they hold most dear."

"I can control them, and they will fight for and under me. You will not lose their strength, and will gain their power if you give them their fertility back. They are stronger if they have all their powers." Amelie mentally crossed her fingers. This was possibly a deadly game she was playing at the moment.

"As usual, you have only our cause at heart." Voldemort smiled lasciviously, and Amelie winked back coquettishly.

"This is what I've been brought up for, Tom." She answered with a delicate shrug. "I wont let my entire life be a waste." Voldemort smiled again, and handed her a black shining stone, and Amelie promptly dropped it and stamped down on it, hard. It shattered, and the pheonixs took off with shrieks, wheeling about the heads of the deatheaters before settling down again.

Amelie could feel their gratitude.

The grounds of Hogwarts were empty, silent, and dark. In the direction of the castle there was only darkness, no sign of the huge towering building that housed hundreds of students.

"Amelie, tell the pheonixes to find the castle, to illuminate it." Her father said. Amelie nodded, sending out the order. The night was lit up with the blue fire of the pheonixes, but where the castle had stood there was nothing at all.

Amelie gestured, and one flew forward, and suddenly halted, like it had hit a wall. Specifically, the wall. Amelie looked around, and her heart sank. From behind them row after row of ugly, primal vampires appeared, and behind them, the demons. Rows of monsters, of all shapes and sizes appeared from seemingly nowhere. Dementors circled above them, and Amelie fingered her wand, and the silver sword under her cloak.

There was utter silence, and suddenly, as if a light was cast, a hundreds of people appeared before the castle, their faces set and hard. Voldemort stepped forward.

"And now the time has finally come." He said. "I will finally be back. And you will all be dead." He laughed, and a green light shot from his wand, hitting three students as he swung. They fell down dead, and the two lines collapsed.

It was loud. The sound of screaming, of spells, of monsters roaring. Voldemort kept moving forward, dragging Amelie beside him with some sort of linking spell. Meanwhile she fought off students one by one, with a rather nifty stunning spell that shot green streams of light and responded to the incantation 'amana kedva'. It was enough to convince her father, as students fell stunned for the next thirty seconds, he grinned at her, a deaths-head grin of victory.

Suddenly, it was done. Voldemort and Amelie stood before Harry, Dumbledore, Ron and Ginny.

"I have something to tell you, Harry, before I kill you." Voldemort began. Amelie shot Harry a warning glance, and his hard green eyes met hers before he looked back at Voldemort. "Your mother betrayed your father. She came to me, and bore your sister. You have met her, thought I suppose you thought she was Hermione. This is Amelie, my daughter, and your sister." He gestured, and Amelie raised a hand. Voldemort took her hand in his, and she smiled in relief at the huge green rock on his finger. Harry noticed it too.

"What a shame." Harry said flatly. "You really think telling me about my long-lost sister is going to destroy me? I've waited too long."

"Let's end this, and then you wont have to wait anymore." Voldemort said. "Amelie, are you ready, lamb?"

"Perfectly, father." She said. She dug inside herself and found the burning presence, excited by the power flowing around it. Then she let it in.

For the first time in her life, she allowed the pheonix to flow through her while retaining her sense of self. She spread her arms, and flames burst from them. She grabbed Voldemort and raised him up, levitating him off the ground. She hugged him to herself, ripping his wand from him in one burning hand. And enclasping the big emerald in the other. The gold it was set in melted, and the rock came free in her hand. She drew her hand back and shoved it into one red eye, red-black blood pouring over her hand.

"Now Harry!" she screamed.

"Amy! No!" Harry yelled. "Hermione!"

"Now!" she screamed again, everything around her a dizzying blur, and heard the fatal words.

"Avada Kedavra." Then there was a rush of quick, burning pain. Then nothing.