Long time no see. I was rereading this when I had my time and realized that the first many chapters SUCKED. No wonder I had like no reviews and no wonder it was my first story. I was so shocked at how bad I wrote. And now, I look at this and I'm impressed. I feel fanfiction has really developed my writing skill and tone. Really! Serious- I'm like a walking commercial for it.

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"OUCH!"

"Shh… it's just a small sting."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS? IT'S LIKE-"

"Sora?" A voice called from the hallway. The two figures in the kitchen froze.

"Sor… Oh. I see."

The shadows in the kitchen slumped in their stools.

"Draco Malfoy. You totally freaked me out." Sora sighed.

"Sorry- but what is Potter doing here?"

"HARRY is here by accident. Now you go off into the living room and wait for Hermione."

Draco stopped midway of his bellyrub.

"Her… her…"

"Yeah. Her."

Draco's eyes grew wide. "OH MY GOSH! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SO? HOW DO I LOOK? OKAY? FINE? IS MY HAIR OKAY? ARE MY EYES RED? ARE MY CLOTHES CRINKLED? HOW'S MY SK…"

Sora gasped sarcastically. "OH MY GOSH, DRACO! YOU HAVE A GIGANTIC SPLIT END RIGHT THERE! AND YOUR EYES ARE LIKE BLOOD! HAVE YOU BEEN CRYING AGAIN? OH MY GOSH! IS THAT A WRINKLE ON YOUR SHIRT?"

"Shut up."

"NO, YOU shut up."

"Loser."

"Moron."

"Mudblood"

"HALFblood. And you're an arrogant selfish git."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Hello?" a voice called from the door.

"Hi." Harry saluted.

"Hi."

"HI!" Sora jumped off the stool and ran to the girl standing in the doorway.

"Oh, look, Draco. She's here."

"Hi."

"Hi."

Silence.

"I'm confused." Hermione broke in.

"Oh, good. You're normal. Don't worry. It's okay to be confused." Sora said.

"Huh?"

"You're confusing her even more, idiot!"

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse YOU!"

"Now, I see why Hermione broke up with you, dumbass!"

Before Draco could even react to the statement, she did his move. She covered her mouth and pointed at him right as he did the same.

"Hey!" Draco pouted.

"Hey yourself."

"Why do I have a feeling that I'm sort of lost here?" Hermione asked.

"Because you are honey." Sora replied.

"Oh."

"Welcome to our crib."

"What's happening here?"

"Well, Harry here had to come and crash at the party… and then we're going to kill Voldemort."

"Oh. I see. Wait WHAT?"

"That's right my friend."

"And what's with this sudden behavior change?" Harry said, chewing on his red apple.

"I don't know… I guess Hermione just brings in the party spirit.

"Damn right." Draco muttered, grazing his fingers into his hair.

"So this is where you went, Draco." Hermione pointed her direction toward him. The rest of the people seemed to back off as the old couple stood in front of each other once more for a confrontation.

"Yes."

"Alone in this house… with Sora."

"There's more to it, Hermione."

"Like what?"

"Well…"

"Yes, exactly. There IS nothing more to it. Why couldn't you have told me earlier? Why couldn't you have just TOLD me you had to come here instead of just pushing me as you did?" Hermione folded her arms across her chest.

"That's…" Draco was cut off abruptly.

"When you corner me like that, it makes me feel so unwanted and it gave me a totally new impression of you. I have no idea why you had to leave and I have about a billion questions going on in my head. The only thing that has been clear to me is that you've been a bastard and you have totally screwed up our relationship."

"I can…"

"If you think we can make up again and become just like we were, forget it. I never have and never will forgive guys for not respecting me like that."

"Respect? You know what? You were the ONLY person in the WHOLE SCHOOL besides Dumbledore that I ever respected. Go on and nag me all you want about respect and all that crap because all I'll think of is how YOU aren't giving me even an ounce of that shit by not even TRYING to listen to me." One point for Draco.

"Oh? Then go ahead! What is it that you've been SO longing to tell me?" Hermione spat.

"I've…"

"GO ON! YOU HAVE MY UNDIVIDED ATTENTION. All my RESPECT."

"I've…"

"DON'T WAIT FOR THE GRASS TO GROW. WHAT IS IT?"

"I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT I NEVER EVEN WANTED TO COME HERE AND THAT I… I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU GODDAMNIT!" Draco spewed out.

And then… silence.

And then… end of silence.

"Butterbeer anyone?" Sora chirped.

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"Unconfuse me please." Hermione said, leaning across the table to Sora.

"Sure can. But we need to hurry. Time's running out."

When Hermione answered back with a puzzled expression, Sora grinned and began the story.

It started off with Sora's grandmother. She was a bit of a… slut. When she met the great Tom Riddle, he succumbed to her. But, he was already married with two children. When he found out about the baby in the womb of his mistress, he gave her a wad of money and told her to leave. After a long fight, she finally left the house and met a to have the baby with. That little child of hers was Sora's mother. When Sora's mother was only in her teen years, she met an asian man who she fell in love with and married. However, her parents, being the racist ones they were, forced her out of the house. Still, she lived happily and humbly with her husband. When she heard of her baby, she was shocked. They had no money to raise the child properly so they put her in a foster home to live. Since then, Sora had grown up as a muggle child.

Now, that great Tom Riddle from the beginning had yet another son, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Nobody knew the reason why he suddenly became the evil dark lord, but he did kill off all of his family. He even destroyed the secret family branch that his father had created. All, except Sora, were killed by Tom M. Riddle, or Voldemort. Now, when he found out about Sora, he went off to go perish her, but in midway realized that he could use her. So, he taught her the darkest of dark arts and…

Hermione zoned out. Sure, the story was complicated and very confusing, but she got it. Man cheats on wife. Has secret baby. Baby grows up to have another baby. Man has another child with his real wife who kills everybody.

What she was really into was Draco.

Had he really meant what he really said?

Now, he sat beside her, his fingers entwined in her own.

She remembered her own words.

"I never have and never will forgive guys for not respecting me like that."

Well what was she doing now?

Forgiving a guy for not respecting her like that.

She was a disgrace.

When Draco suddenly disappeared only half a day after the announcement of Sora, she was distraught. She felt panicked at first, then angry, then guilty, angry again, and then guilty. And then, she missed him.

When that ghost of Draco had led her to that house, she was overwhelmed. Not with pure curiosity but of excitement that she would see him. That she DID see him.

Sighing, she knew she had contradicted her own morals.

It was silly how she thought she could never be taken back by that four letter word…

And how a three word sentence changed her life forever.

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Most of everything in the puzzle was completed. Everything fit in perfectly with a few minor glitches that would never be answered in time.

Why they were there, what they were up for, what this place was…

The only thing they need now was how they would do it and why they had to do it.

The real question, though, was not how they planned to destroy the darkest and most brilliant wizard ever.

It was why they had to do it.

Why had he turned into that kind of creature?

What made him do all that horrific destructions that caused those four innocent teenagers to put their life on the line?

As Harry pondered seriously on the corner of the living room, he became angry.

Really angry.

Angry at Voldemort for ruining everyone's lives for no particular reason.

As if she were psychic, Sora plopped down next to him and told him, "Don't be mad, Harry."

"Why?"

"There must have been a deeper reason."

"Well, I can't think of any. Can you?"

"Yes."

"Like what?"

"It's… complicated." Sora tried to explain.

"I think it's his destruction. Something, one moment triggered it. That guilt, selfishness, and most of all, failure and depression."

"Like what? Dumped by a girl in school?"

"I think so."

"You're crazy."

"That's what they call me."

"That really can't be true. I mean, who goes and kills thousands of people just because of a breakup?"

"That's the power of love."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I figured it out."

"Figured what out?"

"What's behind the-"

"Well, I guess we have a company. Am I correct, Wormtail?"

A shrill hoarse voice empowered the silent hesitation in the room.

Lord Voldemort was home.

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Dun dun dun… cliff hanger!

Now, I know my fellow few reviewers haven't read this story in a long time. Well, I'm really sorry about that and I know how annoying it is to read it all over again and stuff, but please please please review!

And I KNOW FOR SURE that was confusing. But it'll come together in the end hopefully.

Thanks!

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