Draco awoke, feeling as if he had indulged in to much alcohol the night before. Surely he hadn't been drinking, and if he had, he wouldn't have drunk that much. He tried to move his arms, but found that he couldn't. Suddenly it all came back to him in a flash of blinding realisation. Of course, they had been knocked unconscious and were now somewhere in Voldemort's layer probably. He blinked trying to get his eyes to focus; for once he was grateful for his newly acquired werewolf senses. Apparently he was in a room; he'd been secured by chains to the wall. He felt an eerie sense of déjà vu. On the opposite wall, secured to it just like he was, hung an unconscious Potter. The door slammed open suddenly, stirring Harry to conciousness and making Draco start. The room was brightly lit at once, his eyes pained and he screwed them up.

"Ah! At last I have what I want." Hissed an oily voice from somewhere across the room.

"What do you want with me Voldemort?" Spat Harry. A slight clucking of the tongue chided him,

"Oh Potter so assuming, so arrogant of you to think that you hold any particular worth in my eyes. Have you been thinking that all these years I have been after you? You are nothing more then an annoying fly in my soup. And of course all those fools made you believe yourself to be a great hero; it served my purpose to let them believe that it was you I wanted."

"I…I…But…"

"Oh I wanted revenge no doubt about that," Voldemort's oily voice continued sending shivers down Draco's spine. "But only because of that nasty little incident seventeen years ago. Damn your mother for crossing my plans. All those times you apparently beat me, I was bidding my time, fooling you all into thinking that you were preventing me from coming back, you silly boy, you gave me time to rally my powers for a great come back. Unfortunately I did not think I would have to put so much effort into acquiring what I wanted." He glided over to Draco. "Yes your father gave me quite a turn when he refused to hand you over. He has more backbone then I thought. And your godfather nearly destroyed any hopes of getting my hands on you, he made you unplotable, but thanks to your dubious friend hanging over there, I now have you, and my chances of becoming the most powerful wizard this world has ever seen have improved tremendously." He ran a cold finger across Draco's cheek, making him jerk his head away and shiver. "So young, so beautiful and so very unaware of your true power. Let me taste some of your strength." He had grasp Draco's head in both his hands, preventing him effectively from twisting away and pressed his mouth onto Draco's. Draco nearly wretched, as Voldemort drew his mouth away, "Yes, no wonder they all fear you. Your stupid oaf of a father hought he could deny me this. When I finish the spell, I will have you and your power. Of course you will just be a treat to me, for I will have removed your soul. No one will be able to stop me." Voldemort chuckled darkly, turning the normally merry sound into a vice like grip on Draco's heart. He's definitely taken the dive off the cliff, Draco thought.

"I'm not powerful, I just learn quicker then most people."

"Silly boy. You are a direct descended of Morgan La Fey. Her power runs more clearly in your veins then in the rest of your families. Even without her as your relation, you would have been powerful. You full fill the old prophecies, of which I have neither time nor patience to recite to you. I will say this however. You were born when all the planets and moons were in perfect alignment to each other, to some part this concentrated your powers further. I want this power that you posses, I have wanted since the day you were born, but it was wiser to remove it now that it is fully fledged."

"My father never told me any of this."

"He knew of it, of course, but he had some foolish idea of not wanting to burden you and of you becoming a strong individual. I really do not know where he got that notion from." A cocked sound escaped Potter. "Ah yes Potter, I will deal with you, as soon as I have what I want. Pity that draoc never killed you, he would have safed me the hassle." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco.

"Spiritus Expelliamus!" Draco felled like the very center of his being, was being torn out and he howled in pain, the wolf also confused at the sudden pain it felt in the body that trapped it.

"FINITE INCANTATEM!" The pain stopped so suddenly that Draco slumped against the wall. "LEAVE. MY. SON. ALONE!"

'How did you free yourself." Lucius Malfoy stalked in, he flicked his wand releasing Draco from his chains.

"I told you, you cannot have him. If you EVER hurt my precious son again, I will cut your heart out with a spoon. PERSONALY."

"Expelliamus!" Lucius' wand flew across the room. While Voldemort taunted his father, Draco crawled towards the wand, desperate to try and get hold of it. "CRUCIO!" His fathers pained screamed made him gather up all his strength, he grabbed the wand and pulled himself up on unsteady legs. He stood anger raging through him. His father didn't deserve this. His beloved father; who had done everything for him throughout his life; apart from maybe that one mistake, but he could forgive him that any day. He felt a sudden surge of power, greater than any he had know before and pointed the wand at Voldemort.

"Oblivius Voldemort." A blinding flash of light, a terrible cry of a pained death and that was the last anyone saw or heard of Lord Voldemort.

"Father? Ada?" Draco referred to using the thing he had always called his father before he could speak properly, they stilled used it as a sign of affection. HE was pulled into a tight hug.

"I am sorry Draco. I love you. I am glad that you arre ok."

'I want to get away from here. We'd better take Potter." They pulled a totally disturbed Harry out, and met a rather flustered looking Snape and a surprised Dumbledore.

The people celebrated. Draco was a hero, he had done the unthinkable, defeated Voldemort for good. With the help of his father, the Order had uncovered the remaining active Death Eaters and so the wizard community knew peace for a while. Harry potter had sunken into a pit of self-deprivement and –pity. Now there were just a few things left to do.

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Servers13: Here you go, next chapter, there's either 2 or 3 more to come.

Saskia: I will send you Draco/Tony soon as I'm home and have typed it, for it is all written on my college pad, please be patient it might take a week or so.