A/N: This is the final chapter of the fic "Fallen from Grace." Although there will be an Epilouge, posted on Friday at noon exactly… or Thursday night if I feel particularly inspired. Sorry I posted this so late in the day, I didn't feel well yesterday and today I was hit with a major case of writers block…. I had to write this chapter twice before I was even moderately happy with it. But here it is! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine. I didn't create Harry Potter or his world. The wonderful genius that is JK Rowling did. I created the plot though… and Broder, although I don't really care to claim him at the moment, but still…. No stealing without my permission…

Hours later Percy sat in the darkness, trembling with pain, anger, and more than a bit of fear. The Death Eaters had been brutal in the torment of their betrayer. By the Dark Lord's own law every Death Eater affected by his betrayal had the right to cause him as much pain as they wanted, as long as they didn't kill him. It wouldn't do for him to die before the Dark Lord wanted him to. Death Eaters who'd been hurt in the siege on the Lestrange mansion, or who'd had family members or friends killed or captured in that battle, had all been there. Some used the Cruciatus Curse, with varying amounts of skill, other's had been more… creative. Percy was suffering from three teeth that exploded due to a well aimed Reducto curse, both of his legs felt like they were broken, and one of his arms had a deep cut that hadn't stopped bleeding since it had been inflicted.

Broder stayed with him through the entire ordeal, lurking in the shadows with that haunted expression on his face. Percy vaguely remembered screaming horrible things at his former friend in pain, but he couldn't remember what. This was the first time he'd been alone since he'd been discovered, even Broder had left after the last Death Eater was finished torturing him. Water was dripping somewhere in the distance, but he'd long since tuned it out.

Fear coursed through every part of his body, overriding even the residual pain. Bellatrix had been more than happy to make sure that he knew exactly where he was. Deep in the Death Eater's Headquarters, beneath the throne room of Voldmort himself. Several anti-apparation charms had been placed over this part of the dungeons, including one tailored specifically for that neat little trick he'd used to get to Dumbledore. Two guards had been placed outside his door, and he was sure there were more patrolling the hallways. There was no way in or out.

She needn't have bothered to go to so much trouble to crush his hope, he entertained very little anyway. He wondered morbidly what it would be like to die… he shuddered. He wished desperately that he could go back in time and stop himself from joining the Death Eaters in the first place. Had it only been a few weeks since the night he'd made that decision? Strange, his entire life seemed to have passed in the meantime. He groaned and hit his head back on the wall. Thinking about such things was worse than useless, but what else could he do?

He watched the door warily, any moment in would open and then it would be the end. No more spying, no more fighting, no more chance to atone for the terrible things he'd done or watched being done in the name of a man he'd willingly chosen to align himself with.

Suddenly a thin ray of light cut through the darkness as the door began to open. Percy tensed, then shuddered in pain as his muscles cried out against the abuse. He whimpered unconsciously and tried to shove his back into the stone wall, as if it could hide him from what was about to happen.

A figure was shadowed against the light, but as it came forward Percy recognized his former potions master, Severus Snape.

Snape was wearing his usual billowing robes and scowl, "Mr. Weasley." He said silkily, shutting the door behind him. He pulled out his wand, Percy flinched, but Snape only smirked at him as he put a silencing charm on the room. "That should let us talk privately for a moment." He said tucking the wand back into his pocket."

"What are you doing here? Did Dumbledore send you?" Percy asked, despite himself he began to feel a small fluttering of hope.

"Yes." Snape answered, "It seems like you've gotten yourself in a bit of a spot and I'm the only one who can get you out of it. The rest of the Order dare not attack the Dark Lord here, it is too well protected.

"How can you get me out then?" Percy whispered.

"No one will question me if I take you out of here; I am too involved in the Dark Lord's inner circle for those bumbling idiots to dare cross me. I can get you past the anti-apparation charms and to safety."

The small fluttering of hope died in Percy's chest, "Wait." He said slowly, "If you do this they will know that you work for Dumbledore, you'll be exposing yourself… You're the only one left… Dumbledore won't be able to get any information…"

"That's irrelevant." Snape interrupted, "Dumbledore has decided that it is worth it to save your life, and he is a much wiser man that you…"

"I don't think it's worth it."

"Don't play the martyr!" Snape snapped, "You're not any good at it. If you stay here they will kill you, Mr. Weasely, do you understand? Someone is being sent within the hour to do it. Come with me now."

"No." Percy shook his head and immediately regretted it as stars danced before his eyes, "It's too important. I understand that, why don't you and Dumbledore? In just the short amount of time I've been doing this I've saved lives, and you… you gave the Order the information that they were going to attack the Finnigans didn't you?" Snape nodded slowly, "You saved their lives by doing that. Imagine what would happen if there wasn't anyone here? You can't expose yourself; it's too important!"

"You don't think Dumbledore can get any other spies?" Snape asked narrowing his eyes.

"No, I don't." Percy said firmly, "That's why Dumbledore asked me to do in the first place. He can't get anyone else, not before more people are needlessly killed. I'm right aren't I?"

Snape nodded his face becoming expressionless. "I should stun you and force you to come, but I will honor your decision, for the good you've already done…. Percy." Percy started at hearing his first name and stared at Snape who was looking at him with an expression of deep respect. "You are very brave to do this…"

"I was a Gryffindor after all." Percy interjected with a small smile.

"Yes you were." Snape gave him a little bow, "A pity more of them are not like you. Rest in peace, Percy." He began walking towards the door.

"Wait." Percy called after him, "I need you to give a message to my family… make sure they know the whole story. Tell them I'm sorry and that I… love them." His voice broke, tears welled in his eyes, "Please, make sure they know they didn't raise a monster."

"I will." Snape promised softly, giving Percy one last evaluating look, as if he were wondering how well he'd stand up to what was coming next, before walking through the door and shutting it with a final sounding thud.

Percy stared at the door for a moment, wondering what he'd just done. Then he looked down at the Dark Mark branded on his arm and realized it was worth it. He had just atoned for everything that he'd done; by choosing to die, he'd made everything right again. He'd been wrong earlier; there was still one last bit of good that he could do.

Percy smiled and looked at the Dark Mark again, for the first time accepting it and everything that he'd become and everything that he'd done while wearing it. It had become a part of him, a symbol of all the good he'd managed to do and if it also symbolized the evil that he'd done as well… he could live with that for the next few moments he had to live. It had all been worth it after all.

Suddenly the door banged open again, Percy jumped fear snaking its way through his stomach. It was finally time… he was really going to die. Breathing deeply Percy got ahold of himself and managed to recapture some of his newfound serenity.

Broder stood in the doorway, his expression cold. He was flanked on either side by two big wizards with dull expressions. Percy looked up at Broder and noticed that despite the cool expression his eyes were rimmed with red and looked like deep pools of despair. His brow furrowed as he looked at Percy.

"So who'd you have to kill to get this job?" Percy joked.

"I asked that I be the one to do this." Broder said solemnly, "As I was the one to bring you in my wish was granted. I can make this less painful than anyone else would have."

"Thank you." Percy said quietly.

Broder nodded and pulled out his wand. Percy closed his eyes and tried with all of his might to imagine himself back in the Burrow, enclosed and warm in his mother's arms. So much of his thought and concentration was on his home that he barely heard the words.

"Avada Kedavra."

Punker88: Well you'll have to wait until Friday for that. This is Chapter 13 the last chapter.

GMUXMenSoaps: Well now you know! Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Rutu: cries I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Blame them (points finger at a muse sitting on her bed, filing her nails) it's her fault! It's all her fault! Really I feel guilty about writing a sad ending. But hopefully the epilogue will sooth the wound.

Mystical Witch: Yeah… he wasn't very smart sometimes. Thank you so much for reviewing!

Jennsyn: I haven't speculated about HBP either. I don't want to ruin it for myself. Sorry I made you wait so long today to read this! Thank you so much for all your lovely words of praise! I really enjoy your reviews! Sorry the story hasn't ended the way you wanted, but hopefully the epilogue will help a bit….