Blaise Zabini (POV)

I cannot believe how happy I am right now. Harry is laid next to me, his arm wrapped around me, and I am so glad we made up.

I'm also a little scared; the Order has found Voldemort's lair, and I'm scared that we won't be able to defeat him, and we'll all die trying. Morbid? Yes I know, but those are the kind of thoughts running through my mind right now.

I'm glad I've straightened everything out with Pansy, although she didn't seem too upset that Malfoy had been sleeping with me. She seemed quite glad herself.

I think it's time we both got up. They'll be expecting us at HQ and it wouldn't be a good idea to be late.

So I roll over, wake Harry up and get up to go in the shower. When I got out, I got dressed. Robes were probably a good idea so I pulled out some midnight blue ones and slipped them.

By the time I'm ready, Harry is only just stepping into the shower.

"Care to join me?" he asks, grinning wickedly.

"No thanks. Tempting as that sounds, I think I'll pass" I say and I go downstairs.

I start to make breakfast, and it's ready by the time Harry has just walked down the stairs.

We tuck in and make short work of breakfast, and then we head off to the Order.

When we get there, we find we're one of the first ones there, which is only right, since Harry's the Leader. As more and more people arrive, several of them look at me and smirk, knowing as they did that I'd had to sleep with Malfoy. But I rather not care to think about that right now.

"Right" Harry says, grabbing everyone's attention at once, "this is it. I know we can do this; I've seen you all practicing hexes and curses, doing everything you can to get it right. I know there will be casualties; there always are, but I have no desire to bury those that have died. I've had enough of that to last me a lifetime. I hope you'll all come back and I hope we all have a few more years left at the end of it"

A long, long silence filled the air; I hated the fact that there were tears in my eyes, but I wasn't the only one. In a way, Harry's speech had strengthened us, because we were all determined to come out of this alive.

"The first group will go to Diagon Alley and make sure that there are no Death Eaters running around. I don't think there will be, but you can never be too sure. The second group; go into Gringotts and make sure no innocent witch or wizard gets caught in the battle. Third group; get any spy that we sent there out so they can fight with us. The rest of us, by that time, will be there and the battle will have started"

Harry finished his speech abruptly; I looked at him and saw that he didn't want to do this anymore than we did. But Voldemort often brings people to do things they don't want to.

So the first group Apparated to Diagon Alley to see if the coast was clear, and the rest of us waited around anxiously for their signal. When it came, the second group nervously Disapparated and we waited again for the signal.

I was in the third group, so with a feeling of great trepidation, I Apparated with the rest, kept closely together and hunted around for our spies.

The silence was unbearable but we had to maintain it otherwise we might be found. I was shaking, fearing what might be in every shadow, thinking of Harry back at the Order HQ and wishing we could go back to this morning when we were in bed. I have never been so afraid in my life and I don't ever wish to again.

Whoever was in front must've had a good idea where we were going because we didn't seem to be stopping or slowing down. It would've been so easy for someone to ambush us, and we might never get out alive.

The light from my wand landed on the ring Harry gave to me when he proposed; it was a small emerald surrounded by a ring of diamonds. Apparently it used to belong to his mother. The diamonds sparkled and the emerald gave off a tiny glimmer of green light. It reminded me of Harry's eyes and that gave me some comfort.

Suddenly I heard voices and we stopped to listen to them.

"Jake, please" said a voice which I knew to be Ginny's, "come with me. I have to leave."

"But why?" said a second voice, "Why do you have to leave?"

From the tone of Ginny's voice, I can tell she likes this Jake very much and that she wants to tell him everything about the Order. But we can't take the risk that he might tell Voldemort.

After a few hushed whispers, three of our group came out of our hiding place and went towards Ginny's voice.

There was a long silence.

"Lavender?" Ginny hissed, "What are you doing here?"

"Here to get you out of here" Lavender explained.

I chanced a look from our hiding place and saw that the other two wizards who went with Lavender had their wands on a good-looking man, around Ginny's age. Ginny, however, looked undecided.

"This is what I was about to tell you Jake" she said to him, "I'm a spy"

But Jake's face didn't darken like any normal Death Eater's would have done. He smiled with relief.

"But this is great!" he laughed.

"What?" Ginny, Lavender and the other two wizards asked.

"I told you before I never wanted to be a Death Eater, Ginny" Jake smiled, "Now I can get the hell out of here!"

"Whoa, hold up there" Lavender said loudly, "how do we know you're not lying?"

Ginny walked slowly towards him, a grave look on her face. "Are you lying?" she asked softly, looking up at him.

He looked back at her, a sweet smile on his face; "I wouldn't lie to you" he whispered sincerely.

Ginny turned back to Lavender; "He's not lying. I believe him" she said.

I hope for her sake that we aren't making a terrible mistake in leaving Jake alive.

Ten minutes later, we'd gathered all of the spies that we sent to Voldemort's Inner Circle, and Lavender sent the signal to Harry and the Order. We waited outside of Gringotts, with the first two groups for them to arrive.

We didn't have to wait long; within two minutes, Harry Apparated in front of us and the tension in the air increased.

As we walked back into Gringotts, there were about five Death Eaters milling around. When they saw us they immediately began to fire curses at us, but we were too quick for them and we managed to incapacitate four of them before they could call for the rest of Voldemort's minions.

The fifth Death Eater, however, had managed to stay out of harms way, and was sneaking off further into Gringotts. But a swift hex from Harry stopped him in his tracks. There was a silence, for the time being. I looked anxiously at Harry; he squeezed my hand just as another wave of Death Eaters arrived.

By then, there were so many of them that we had to split up and individually take care of Voldemort's henchmen. The only times we killed were when there were Death Eaters who truly deserved it. For example, Hermione headed straight for someone at the back of the group, blasting Death Eaters out of the way, and in a flash of green light, the Death Eater was dead. He was the one who'd killed her parents.

Before I knew it, I was confronted by Draco, who looked as though he was attacking me against his better judgement. He sent harmless curses my way, but deliberately made them miss. Then I noticed the small smirk and I knew he was lulling me into a false sense of security before he really attacked me. But I refuse to let him get the better of me.

So instead of making my curses miss too, I started flinging hexes at him. An Impediment Jinx stopped him in his tracks just as he began to mutter an incantation. Only his eyes were moving; looking around helplessly.

Something in them stopped me from jinxing him further. There was a pleading look in his silvery eyes, and I hesitated. Just for a second, but it was enough to convince Malfoy that I wouldn't kill him. And I think he may have been right, because I've never killed anyone before, I don't know how I'm going to kill anyone now.

All around me the sounds of battle are echoing in Gringotts marble entrance; spells flying through the air, narrowly missing people's heads. Shouts and screams can be heard as Death Eaters and Order members alike attack, and above all, the furious commands from Voldemort and Harry. Both are incensed with rage that the other may have the upper hand. But to me, it doesn't look like anybody has the advantage.

I looked back at Malfoy and saw that he was starting to unfreeze. He has his wand pointed at me before I can raise my own.

"Your mistake Blaise" he said, smirking malevolently, "was thinking that you could tempt me into spilling the Dark Lord's secrets. Now you'll pay"

"No my mistake" I said, with much more bravado than I felt, "was thinking that I couldn't kill you. I think I'm going to enjoy it even more now."

His eyes narrowed while I frantically tried to think of a different spell. No matter what I just said, I wasn't going to enjoy killing him. Or anybody, for that matter. If I could just get to Harry and help him fight off the Death Eaters that had attacked him, then I wouldn't have to deal with Malfoy.

The biggest problem is that I know him. I used to go out with him; I slept with him, for crying out loud! And, yes, I know that I don't love him in any way, shape or form, but having sex with him made me wonder whether I really hated him as much as I thought I had.

But why am I second-guessing myself? I'm wasting time when I should just be emotionless, calm and composed, blasting my way through Death Eaters so that I can help the one I really do love.

Well, I finally decided, I'll wipe that smirk of his face.