A/N: Finally had the guts to write a new chapter. I apologise for the length of my absense but I have kind of drifted away from Harry Potter. However, the new book comes out in two days, and I'm certain I will get back into it again, so, in celebration, here is my new chapter.

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Yulara: Finally, all will be revealed...

Percy was biting back angry, panicked words as he turned the key of his room. On the way, Pansy had been repeatedly looking over her shoulder, worried about who she may see, if anyone may be following.

As Pansy settled down at the top of the bed, leaning against the peach coloured pillows, Percy casually laid a sheet over her shaking form. He took a seat in front of her, and stared deep into her eyes. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" he asked eventually. Pansy nodded nervously.

"Promise me you won't hate me… I know I've made mistakes in the past, but it's all the past I swear…"

"Pansy, I could never hate you. Not now. I could beyond angry with you, I could shout at you until I was blue in the face, but I could never hate you." Pansy swallowed back the tears as they reached her eyes, smudging her eye makeup as she ran hands down her face.

"It was… seventh year I guess. I got kind of swallowed up with the Death Eater scene. You were either in or dead… I can't tell you this."

"You have to. I'm involved Pansy, and I deserve to know what's going on." The firmness in his voice somewhat comforted her. "I'll go downstairs, get you a drink, a truth potion. Whatever it takes. I need to know." Pansy sighed.

"The Death Eater scene swallows you up. Everyone was a supporter in Slytherin, unless you were dead, and if you weren't a follower you were killed. A lot of blood was shed, you have to understand."

"For the girls… you had to find someone to 'cosy' up to. In my case, it was Draco Malfoy. The problem with Draco was he had lots of opinions. Opinions he wasn't afraid to share. He was loud, too honest for his own good. Anyway, he got into a fight with Theodore Nott. Theo… he… he was always the kind of person to lie, ruin people, hurt them."

"He told Draco things about me that weren't true. Of course, Draco believed him. Eventually led to his death." Pansy wiped away her tears, thinking back. "Theodore knew that I knew something about Draco. Something he'd told me before he died."

"What did he tell you?" Percy asked.

"What the source to the Dark Lord's power was. Where it was. How to use it. Theodore wanted it. He wanted the power… to this day; I am the only one with that knowledge Percy. I don't know how Draco found out, why he knew, why he told me. All I know is that I have to keep it secret."

"Theodore wasn't happy about me keeping secrets from him. He used everything from blackmail, threats, and violence. In the final battle, he ran away. In the last few months he's been gathering followers, trying to get them to help him gain the power the Dark Lord lost. I've been going everywhere, trying to get away from him. They never stop Percy." Pansy suddenly reached out and grabbed his arms, her fingers digging tightly into them, leaving dark red marks.

"That's why I knew I had to find you. You were in the papers… you had killed Blaise Zabini." Percy bit his lip.

"I don't wish to remember that Pansy." Pansy nodded.

"I know, but it made me realise that maybe you could help me…" Percy pulled away.

"Just go."

"What?" Pansy stared at him open-mouthed. "What do you mean 'just go'?"

"What else do you think it means? Go, leave, disappear. Whichever. Take your pick. I don't want you here." Pansy stood up and tried walking towards him, but Percy moved aside and opened the door, staring at her. "Just leave me alone. Don't try and get in contact."

Pansy reluctantly walked out of the room as it blurred in front of her eyes from tears. The door slammed just as she had left, and she felt herself fall down the wall. "You promised you'd never hate me," she murmured, shaking uncontrollably.

- -

Percy tapped his fingers on his desk, his lips pursed, his eyes tirelessly wondering around the room. He felt no remorse for his actions last night, and firmly believed that seeing Pansy again would be too soon.

He never wanted to recall the events of the night of the final battle again, never once wanted to look back and remember.

- -

"Come on Weasley! You and me. One on one. Or haven't you got the guts to take me on?" Percy held his wand up high, sweat dripping off of his forehead. Blaise Zabini stared at him with pure hatred and fire in his eyes. Percy swallowed hard.

"Flint enjoyed Penelope you know?" Blaise taunted. "Apparently very good, if you know what I mean… of course, you wouldn't know anything about that would you Weasley?" Percy glanced down at the floor.

"Don't you dare talk of the dead like that," he whispered angrily, his knuckled whitening.

"Still love her? Aw, how sweet. Weasley has feelings. Let's see if you can feel enough hate to try and kill." Blaise walked towards the window of the Slytherin dormitory and looked out where war raged outside.

"Look at them. Tonight, this is all going to be the end of something. End of the Dark Lord or end of Dumbledore and your beloved Potter. Either way, someone's going to loose." He turned back and gazed at Percy. "I don't want to be here to see the fall of the Dark Lord." He threw his wand down. "Just do it Weasley. No regrets, no puppy-dog feelings. Just hard, cold death. Strike me down Weasley, because I have nothing to live for!"

Percy stood in shock. "If you were to die, wouldn't you want to die honourably?" he muttered.

"If you were to die, wouldn't you want to get on with your family again? You're not meant to be here Weasley. I'm not stupid. Just…" And with a fatal flick of a wand, Blaise fell lifelessly to the hard, stone floor.

- -

'I was doing him a favour,' Percy tried to convince himself. 'He wanted to die, and I just did what he wanted…' But why? Why would be go out of his way to help someone like that piece of dirt? Worthless rubbish.

How dare Pansy use him. Did she think he would kill Theodore for her just because he'd killed Blaise? The murder, cold-blooded murder, often left Percy numb to the core whenever he heard just the name. He went against everything he ever stood for, and could never forgive himself for it.

He was sick of the memory, and he was sick of everything to do with his past. In a temper, he picked up his ink and threw it across the room.