Chapter 15

Emmi stood from behind the corner for a while, to see what Mike was going to do to Ivy. She wanted to make sure that he would win whatever he was doing, and she left to find the others just after they had started to duel.

Emmi ran as quickly as she could to the C-Hall, trying in the mean time to think up what she was going to do. She couldn't storm in on the Dark Lord, and demand that he leave them alone. That would be just stupid, even for a blonde, Emmi figured. She got there. The rows of lockers were unusually darker looking, and it felt unbearably cold to be there. Must be the right way.

But the hallway itself was empty, as well as all of the classrooms. She creaked at each step she took, waiting to fall into her answer.

It was as though they had put her life on pause, she felt the floorboard brake and she slide so suddenly down under the wooden floor boards. She fell into what was an underground room, much different then the wizard apartment that Ron had told her about.

It reminded her of a dungeon like thing, with long halls, each lightened with fire. Ravens flew in a northern direction, cawing loudly. There were bones everywhere, and no matter which way Emmi stepped, there was a crunching sound underneath her shoes, but she wasn't sure what it was of.

Emmi took out her wand, just to be safe and cried out "Lumos!"

Instantly there was light, and it seemed that the place wasn't as much of terrifying as it was meant to be, while for filling the 'terror' itself. She took the direction opposite of the crows They had to be flying away from something.

She walked, for about an 8th of a mile, panting along, debating on whether to sprint, waste more energy and find them faster, or fast-walk, save energy and find them slower. She went with sprinting, since even her fast-walk wasn't so fast. She felt like she could never find them when she heard:

"YOU FRICKIN-"

That was Minnie. Emmi had heard her curse off countless amounts of people, and her guess that the Dark Lord did something he will soon regret. Minnie was an only child, and found it harder then Emmi would (Emmi had two brothers and two sisters), when things were going not a well.

"SCLINCE! HOW DARE YOU SPECK TO THE DARK LORD LIKE A COMMONER AS YOUR SELF!"

"I'LL SPECK TO YOU HOW EVER THE HELL I WANT! YOU HAVE ME TIED UP, WITH A SWORD BY MY NECK, IF I'M GOING TO DIE I MIGHT AS WELL TELL YOU WHAT THE HELL I THINK OF YOU"

Emmi turned over and saw there was a small opening. It looked like a door, but even a muggle could tell that it was bewitched. She walked as close up to it as she thought she could with out setting the trap off, or anyone hearing her.

Nope, it was just a door (Ron was right, the Dark Lord was thick), but it did have a slight opening, just enough for Emmi to peer threw and get a good look.

She had to sink her teeth well into her fist to keep herself from screaming. The room kept in theme with the corridors, dark, dingy, filled with crows, etc. But she saw Minnie and Hermione tied up, from there wrists, and hanging from the ceiling, two feet above the ground, thought Emmi knew she would laugh if this wasn't a life-or-death-matter to see Draco, Lauren, and Ron in an over sized bird cage (they as well were tied up, and had the extra look of being gagged. Their wands-with the exception of Lauren who never had a wand- snapped in half and at there feet, as though to mock them of being powerless. It was the birdcage that struck Emmi).

Voldemart was like a nothing. Just a cape and an unplaceable face in the mists of what was happening, but the cape did have hands, which held the sword, that he let shin right below Minnie's jaw bone.

"Child do you know what this sword does?" Candles were flaring from no where, and the heat was unbearable as the Dark Lord rubbed his fingers down the blade. "Much more then just help win a battle. Oh yes, my great-great-great-great Grandfather, Salzare Slytherin used this sword to kill many of the muggle-borns that went to Hogwarts with out his approval. Yes, on top of everything, being such a great man that he was, he killed to get what he wanted, just as I must do tonight."

Even from the distance, Emmi could see goosebumps crawling up Minnie's neck, and tears streaming down her eyes. Hermione on the other hand, just lay pale and staring into space.

Voldemart had finished tying Minnie's mouth shut, and had a pleased expression on his face. "At last!" He boomed, "Do you fitly children know how long I have waited for this? Three more drops of blood, and I shall be back in power. The world will be mine, and the power, almost beyond unimaginable."

He left out an evil laugh, and watched the sword once again glisten, and gently cut Minnie. Not deep, only enough to get the blood that he so longingly needed. He took the single drop that he need, and carefully plopped it into a silver goblet, that was already half filled with other ingredients well needed.

Minnie shook out of the wrap that was covering her mouth and screamed at the site of the sword moved away from her neck. Voldemart left a small remainder of blood as he walked (or glided, or squiggled) to Hermione. He was about to repeat his action, when (for his misfortune) Minnie managed to wiggle out of her gag, "Why do you need our blood?" she demanded threw her tears.

Voldemart groaned, "I TOLD YOU COUNTLESS AMOUNTS OF TIMES!"

Minnie really did know how to take on the world, no one would have been able to guess that she could walk up to a lion and slap him, "You only told us once, and I was uncontous during that time."

How Voldemart longed to see her dead, but no, not yet. No in good time they would all be dead. He couldn't risk killing anyone yet, until he was sure that he was back in power. With that Ministry breathing down his back, for there to be an unexpected death anywhere of a witch or wizard would be the best opportunity for them to poke around. It was best to just go along with her, until Merlin knows how long. Hopefully not long, please not long!

"Do I have to tell you EVERYTHING?"

"For someone who is an evil genius you sure don't watch cartoons"

Emmi was sure any second she was going to break her bones, her teeth were well into her knuckles, but she was trying to hard not to laugh.

Voldemart went up to Minnie, (only an inch away from Hermione), "Look, I wouldn't be talking if I were you. Once I get this blood-"

"You'll be in power, and take over the world, and get revenge for some lame ass thing that happened to you were like two years old. YAWN!" she said.

Voldemart's shoulders rose in anger, "I NEED THE BLOOD FOR FROM YOU MUDBLOODS BECAUSE YOU ARE SIBLINGS! TWINS YOU IDIOT!"

"WHAT?" Minnie shirked.

Even in the situation Hermione smiled and did the girl-ish squeals that could be heard even when you have a foot of cloth in your mouth. So she is Jane! Hermione's thoughts were overflowed with happiness that she never had felt. She is here. She was right here the whole time. I thought it was her. Then it was remembering as were she was, If we live threw this I promise to never for us tp be parted again. I've waited to long to find her.

"Voldie, um, are you blind. We don't look that much alike-"

"MERLIN YOU ARE SO STUPID YES! YES! YOU ARE TWINS! I HAVE MY DEATH EATERS TO MY RESEARCH YOU'RE TWINS!"

Minnie gave a funny look, " I always knew I was adopted, but…"

He snapped, "You dead is worth having the ministry looking for me. AVAD-"

That's it, Emmi knew this was when she had to come in. She tried to bring herself to speck, but she couldn't. She might not have known the whole story but from what she did, crazy or not Voldemart was insane and would kill anyone at any cost that got into his path, meaning Me.

"What the-?" Voldemart yelled as he saw a flash of a bright, wet golden fabric run past him.

"Don't!" Emmi called out, trying not to think of her punishment for playing the hero. She saw Ron look up from the cage. His eyes must have reflected how she felt, scared out of his mind as to what was going to happen to her, but defenseless to what was going to happen.

"What do we have here?" Voldemart's face was red now. Not from frustration, but pleasure. More blood pure to spill. He placed the sword on the ground and reached for his wand.

"URTIFA QWRIGNO!" Voldemart shouted. Emmi knew that spell, but what was it…she became dazed, and peaceful. The world was so colorful so fast, and she was about to relax.

"Hee hee" Emmi laughed.

"What did you do to her?" Minnie asked (it seemed that being a breath away from death didn't matter to her).

"Nothing, she's just more relaxed, to say the least. Now come here Burner, child."

Emmi's eyes were round and full of excitement. She had no idea that Voldemart had done, much less she didn't care. All of her troubles were gone, and a feeling of letting go rawped her. A flick of his wand had her next to Hermione, tried by her waists, just the same. But she was to tired to care and fell asleep.

"What did you do to her!" Minnie kicked her legs.

"I just shot the most basic spell known to wizarding kind, well and commonly known as the Drug Shot. She'll act like she's drunk on firewhiskery for a good hour. Long enough for the job to be done. Now, to finish what I started…" in the swift movement, he cut in the same spot Hermione as he did to Minnie, and dripped the blood into the goblet.

"Yes, I can't already feel the power, coming back to me. My Death Eaters, my followers, come! I COMAND YOU!"

They have been hiding threw out the school for months. Ivy wasn't the only one waiting to die for her Master. Two dozen Death Eaters were there. None that would be recanted, with the exception of Lucius Malfoy.

Draco's eyes widened with hatred. Confusion fell on to him, and with all his heart he wanted to strangle his father. The one that made him like this, who's own fault was because of this. "That fucking scrum sucking mother fucker!" he tried to say threw the gag. He started to wiggle out of his ropes.

Malfoy Senior's hair was untidy, and face dirty, but he was ignore all the same, "Master. Master, what is it you desire?"

Lucius went up in front of the others and kissed Voldemart's hands. He went on as he would any other time when he would be being Voldemart, either he didn't notice that it was his own son that had left the family after he was locked up in Azcaban ( that he so easily excepted. The new guards could be tricked so foolishly!) standing in the cage, prisoner of his boss, or he just didn't care. He never looked at him.

"I have been waiting for this a long time, Malfoy." Voldemart said coldly.

"He shall be here within moments, Sir"

"But the blonde girl is starting to make me question, if she, with hardly any wizarding training can make it past Alveria, what is stopping him? This, Mike is powerful after all, but should be a hard match for her"

"Sir, I have no doubt in her that she will come bursting threw the doors at any moment."

There was a thrust a the door, "You see, sir? Everything is going as plan."

The door was moving more violently, there was pounding, but never a sound of a voice. Finally there was a great BANG, as the person kicked down the door, and held the light about their face, making it glow.

"Drelag!" Voldemart shouted, "You're supposed to be dead! What happened to Alivera?"

Mike didn't know what he was doing, and was surprised by how sure his voice sounded, "Give it up Voldemart,"

"HOW DARE YOU SPECK HIS NAME," One of the other Death Eaters called out from the crows.

"No, no, it's quiet alright, he can say it. I must say he's power is well equivalent with mine." Voldemart smeared.

"Don't tease me Riddle." Mike warned.

"Was that a joke? Well maybe dear boy, the last thing you'll be doing is to die laughing."

"Let them go!"

"Trying to play the hero aren't you? Your get like Potter, maybe even better." Voldemart laughed. Mike could see were Ivy got her calm tone from, but he saw that they would only laugh when they were nervous.

"Going to duel me?" Voldemart asked.

"I have nothing to prove to you," Mike's eyes grew smaller as he watched Voldemart's every breath.

"Neither did your parents, but look how they turned out? One murdered from the other, all in my name, but giving me more of what I wanted."

"Does anyone realize that I'm not my Mom and Dad?" Mike said.

"But you are. I knew the enemy, and you are like them in so many ways. What you say right there is something your Mum would have said."

"They are strangers to me. I don't care about them, all I want is my past to stop haunting me!"

Voldemart's voice rose, "Followers, kill him if you must! Just make sure that you bring me his blood! GET HIM!

Surrounded in an instant Mike had wands in his face.

Draco was silently wiggling out of his ropes.

"Poor little boy, no where to go." One of them said.

"Clearly out numbered. No chance of survival." Another one stated.

"I'll take care of this," Lucius Malfoy pushed his way into the center of the crowd, "IMP-AH!" Malfoy felt something take his arm a put it was far back as it would ever be allowed. "What the fuck…Draco!"

"ARG!" Draco screamed. He finally had the chance to show his father how much he hated him, and he was going to use it to his full advantage.

"What are you doing you-" Lucius wailed, as Malfoy grabbed him by the neck.

"You always thought I was weak didn't you…Father?" Draco demanded, holding on loosely for him to answer but not enough for him to escape.

It was clear that Draco was stronger then Lucius. Lucius had his magic but Draco had more then that, physical strength, and a thrill for revenge, unlike his weak Father that cowered in fear when he thinks that his side lost. Many would categorize them easily as the same people when Draco was younger. Now you could see the difference in character, and now a bit in their looks; Draco's hair was getting a slight brown-ishy look, and his face was getting more color. He was out of his father's shadow.

Lucius couldn't answer his son's question, "You're a disgrace to your family," he gasped.

That was the last thing Lucius will ever say to his son. Draco jumped. It didn't matter any more. His Father was only blood, and knew of nothing about his own wants and clever words.

Lauren couldn't watch as Draco destroyed the last piece of his past. Lucius held out his wand, but Draco took it and snapped it in half, "That was your only defiance, wasn't it!"

Lucius looked shooken know, there was nothing he could do. Draco saw the sword laying on the ground, fully ignored by everyone watching them. He did the only thing that came into mind, he took the sword and slammed it into his father. There was a scream, one that had came from deep inside a person's soul, but it was also very hollow.

Draco saw what he had just did, and knew that he would never forgive himself if he didn't finish the task. Blood was everywhere, He didn't even look where he was stabbing it anymore, going in and out of something. Each time making a slick noise, and hard as it when there a bone. Draco opened his eyes, and didn't even see a body any more, but a pile of bones and flesh. For him, the war was over.