Meanwhile…

Harry Potter grunted as he hit the ground hard. One minute he had been waiting with Ron and Hermione as they watched the Death Eaters be overrun by Aragog and his children, the next he was in a graveyard. The very same graveyard he had believed Voldemort would wish to fight him in.

Looking down he saw the marble headstone he wished never to see again: Tom Riddle. Sighing, Harry tiredly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, before straightening up and glancing around with unfeeling determination.

He had a job to do: the world was depending on him to kill Voldemort and restore its balance. After all that what's a Mystic Knight does: restore the balance between good and evil, by defeating those out to destroy it.

But Harry wasn't doing this for the world, no; the pressure would be tremendous if he were to do that. He would fight for only a select few: the Weasley's, Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, his friends and, of course, Jessica and Greg. He would fight for them and their right to live in a world without Voldemort and his 'merry men'.

A slight movement caught his eye. Glancing discreetly to his right he saw that Jessica and Draco had arrived and were hidden behind a giant statue of a grotesque angle. Seeing Jessica's subtle nod and reassuring smile, Harry felt his stomach do flip-flops, as it often did when he saw Jessica's smile. He vowed to himself, that when this was over he would tell her exactly how he felt.

"Ahhh, Mister Potter, nice of you to join me." The cold cruel voice of Lord Voldemort resounded through the vast graveyard, bouncing off the many tombs. Making it impossible to determine where it came from.

"I didn't have much of a choice," Harry replied sounding nervous. Although his nervousness was mostly just an act, Harry had to admit he was a little anxious about the upcoming battle; a lot was riding on the outcome after all.

Voldemort chuckled cruelly stepping from inside the large crypt across from Harry and into view of the Gryffindor. Watching the scared boy try to muster up an intimidating glare, Voldemort barked out another laugh.

"Are we ready to begin?" a deep growl questioned from behind Voldemort.

Glancing into the crypt Harry frowned, 'Am-hem,' he thought. Squinting Harry found the voice had come from a large fully cloaked figure in the far corner. "Who are you? What's going on here?"

"Silence!" Voldemort snarled.

"Now, now," the huge man cast in shadows chided, never moving an inch, "don't lose your temper, it makes you sloppy."

"I don't have time for this," Harry snapped trying to get the men back on course, "Hogwarts is being attacked and I need to help them."

"Hogwarts will be destroyed before you can even get back there Potter. Even though those pesky Mystic Knights killed my giants, I still have a sizeable army left and their probably torturing all your little friends right now." Voldemort said maliciously a smirk adorning his face.

Feeling a slight warmth against his chest Harry grinned, much to Voldemort's bemusement, and reached up to pull the necklace he was wearing off. Looking at the galleon on the end of the chain he grinned again as he saw it was bright red.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that, Tom." Harry laughed tossing the necklace in the air and catching it again, now that he knew Hogwarts was safe he didn't need to pretend any longer.

"What are you on about, Potter?" The snakelike man hissed trying to keep his anger under control.

"I've just been informed that your army has lost. See this?" he questioned holding the, still glowing, galleon up to eye level, " Hermione Granger enchanted it so that when she tapped her own galleon twice, mine would warm up and glow red. It was a system we devised to let me know when your army had been defeated. Pretty clever, uh?" he chuckled slightly mockingly.

Voldemort was seeing red. Taking calming breath's Voldemort clenched his fists, and reined in his temper. "Why should I believe you Potter, this is just one of your pathetic attempts to distract me," he hissed.

"You don't believe me?" Harry questioned putting his necklace back on and shrugging, "fine, you'll realize the truth sooner or later."

Deciding to humor the boy he called for Lucius, turning to watch as his inner circle revealed themselves and stood off to the right, just in front of the angel Draco and Jessica were still behind.

"Yes my Lord?" the familiar drawl came from Voldemort's right.

Turning blood red eyes to his follower, Voldemort ordered him to check on his army's progress at the castle.

"We'll get this out of the way so that we may duel. Once I prove your lying their will be no more distractions, Potter." He smirked, triumphantly, as if he had already been proven right.

A few minutes later an ashen faced Lucius Malfoy returned, moving toward his Lord he spoke quietly with the Dark wizard.

"WHAT!" Voldemort roared lashing out violently, striking the man in the face and knocking him to the ground. Spinning to glare at Harry, "How did you know we were going to attack?" he snarled clenching his fists again his magic beginning to pulse through the air around Harry and the Death Eaters.

Harry smirked purposefully trying to get the man angry, "I've known about the attack for a couple weeks, we had plenty of time to prepare. Which means," he smiled innocently, "we also knew about my upcoming duel with you."

"Which of my loyal Death Eaters told you?" Voldemort spat looking calm and under control, but Harry could see the man's red eyes blazing with anger and insanity.

Harry didn't have a chance to respond for at that moment Draco chose to step calmly into view, "I told him," the boy said coldly, his face expressionless, but his eyes sparkled with defiance.

Lucius paled as Voldemort shot the man a furious look.

"Draco," his father growled, "why?"

"Because it's what Mother would have wanted," Draco replied coldly pulling out his wand.

"Kill him Lucius, or you will regret it." Voldemort said before turning calmly back to Harry, his anger beginning to bubble up to the surface. "It is time, Potter, for our duel."

Harry said nothing as he readied himself for the upcoming battle, posing himself in the well known duel position.

"Scared, Potter?" the Dark Lord questioned ignoring the sounds of battle behind him as he erected a powerful shield to keep the Death Eaters and the spells flying about behind him out.

Harry glared before calmly responding with, "You wish."

"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled a flash of scarlet light shooting from his wand towards Voldemort.

"Protego," Voldemort replied sounding bored as he easily shielded himself from Harry's attack. "Is that all you got, Potter!" he taunted smirking.

Harry fought to keep the grin off his face, 'I just got started,' he thought shooting a series of different hexes, curses and charms towards the snakelike man in quick succession.

Voldemort blocked or dodged them all quite easily and was starting to get smug once again, thinking to himself this battle was going to be easier then he had anticipated.

A well placed reductor curse had Harry diving behind the large tombstone next to him. Shaking his head to clear the dust and debris from his hair, courtesy of the now badly damaged tombstone, he decided it was time to bring out the heavy artillery. With a brilliant flash of light Harry transformed into his Mystic Knight attire and rolled out from behind the tombstone a millisecond before it was blasted into oblivion by Voldemort. Springing back onto his feet and taking a dueling stance he couldn't help but smirk behind his mask at the gob smacked look that flashed across Voldemort's face before hiding behind the usually expressionless mark the dark wizard wore.

"Well Potter, it would seem you've been holding out on me," he hissed narrowing his eyes, "this should be interesting."

As Harry and Voldemort were dueling so were Draco and Lucius.

"You disappoint me, son." Lucius growled clutching his arm, it had been hit by a bludgeoning curse only moments before and was now broken in two places. "I thought you had more sense then to side with, Potter. You should have stuck with the winning side." He snarled before shooting a flurry of hexes towards his son.

Draco panted as he expertly dodged or blocked the curses the way Jessica and Harry had shown him, all the while moving closer to his father with every dodge. Once close enough he ducked under his fathers arm and brought his fist up in a powerful upwards thrust striking the man brutally on the chin.

Lucius staggered back but did not drop his wand, swinging back to face Draco he came to a halt as his eyes focused on the wand now starring him right in the face.

"Drop it," Draco demanded coolly as he saw his fathers hand twitch the wand moving ever so slightly right now his wand was pointed at Draco's legs, "Now!" he snarled when the man made no move to do so.

Sneering ever so slightly the man dropped his arm down by his side but refused to let go of his wand. "Could you really do it, Draco? Kill your own father as if I was nothing more then some common muggle."

"You killed your wife," Draco growled, "my mother, I hardly see the difference."

Lucius blinked and raised an eyebrow, "Is that what has you so upset? Is that why you joined with Potter, to avenge your mother?" he smirked viciously, "she disobeyed me and challenged my authority, she knew the punishment for that."

"Mother didn't deserve to die, especially not at the hands of a coward like you." The young Slytherin snarled, "The way you beg for mercy and bend over backwards to do V-Voldemort's bidding disgusts me and makes me ashamed of the name Malfoy."

It was all Lucius could do to keep his rage in check, 'how dare this boy insult him' he thought savagely, his hand tightening around his wand.

"What about you? Joining Potter in hopes he'll protect you, you favor the wrong side Draco, which you'll learn when the Dark Lord destroys Potter and all those that oppose him."

A flash of light out of the corner of his eye caught Draco's attention, glancing over he smirked as he saw Harry transform and step out to meet Voldemort.

Unfortunately, Lucius used his son's momentary distraction against him and before the Slytherin knew it he was knocked to the ground with his father standing triumphantly over him. Not tearing his eyes away from Lucius' wand Draco grasped blindly for his own, only to find it missing.

Draco closed his eyes after he saw his father wave his own wand mockingly in the air in front of him. He cursed himself for forgetting the number one rule of dueling: always be aware of what's going on around you but never allow even a moment of distraction for it could prove fatal. Jessica had taught him and the others that the very first day. Draco's heart broke as he realized he wouldn't be able to avenge his mother, and that he had let his new friends down.

"What's the matter Draco, not so tough now, eh?" Lucius mocked stuffing his son's wand in his pocket. "Beg me for your life and for forgiveness from the Dark Lord. Who knows, after his defeat of Potter he might just be in a charitable mood and won't torture you? Well not too badly anyways."

Draco sneered in disgust as his father snickered. Glancing slightly to his left he saw Jessica finishing off the last Death Eater in her group. She looked a little worse for wear but alive none the less.

The young Slytherin put a stop to any humor his father had been feeling, "Kill me if you must, but Harry will destroy your precious Voldemort, and when he does he'll come after you, his last standing loyal Death Eater." Draco chuckled dryly, "think you can take on him and the entire light army by yourself? My only wish is to be around when you're finally brought to your knees."

Lucius Malfoy's face was red in anger and annoyance, "What are you talking about, Draco?" he questioned coolly, "Our army may have been defeated but the Dark Lord still has his most faithful followers to rely on." He stated, gesturing to the right where the other ten or eleven members of the Inner Circle had been moments before. Had he bothered to actually look he would have noticed the only one left standing was being stunned and bound by a Mystic Knight right at that moment.

Draco smirked, "oh really," he drawled, "are you sure of that?"

Lucius hesitated, it took all his will power to not remove his eyes from his son and glance in his companions' direction. It was in this slight hesitation that he realized the only sounds he now heard were those coming from his leader and Harry Potter.

Unable to resist any longer his eyes slid towards his right, just in time to see a white blur about to tackle him. He fired off a cutting curse and smirked in satisfaction as it connected with the persons arm, slicing a long deep gash all the way down their arm. Unfortunately the individual had been too close and the gash did nothing to stop their momentum. Lucius cursed as the body slammed into his and knocked him too the ground, crying out when he landed on his already broken arm.

Jessica grunted in pain as she crashed into the ground. Executing a roll she was able to get back to her feet and kick the wand out of Lucius' hand. Smiling grimly she watched as the newly risen Draco retrieved his own wand from his fathers pocket and pointed it steadily at the injured man.

"You ok?"

Although Draco's eyes were fixed solely on his father, Jessica knew he had been talking to her.

"I'm ok, the cuts too deep to heal myself though, so I'll have to wait until we're back at the castle."

Draco nodded once still watching as his father turned to sneer at him.

"Well Draco, you have me where you want me, what now?" Lucius drawled a slight smirk finding its way to his face.

Draco thought about this. Now that he had his father at his mercy he wondered if he could really kill him. The death, deceit and torture he had surrounded himself with these last months were exactly what his mother had been fighting to keep him away from, what she had lost her life for. And although she might have approved of his involvement with spying for the light side, there was no way she ever would have wanted him to kill anyone.

"The choice is yours Draco," Jessica reminded him softly placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Her reassurance was all the Slytherin needed as he stood a little straighter, his decision made. Crossing the foot to his father he placed the tip of his wand against the man's head, his eyes full of grim satisfaction.

Fear crept into Lucius' eyes as he felt the wand against his head; he hadn't thought Draco could do it.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Draco was pleased to hear the slight tremor in the cruel man's voice.

"She wouldn't have wanted me too," he said coldly, "that's the only reason you're still alive." Casting a quick stunner at the man before he changed his mind Draco then bound him and turned back to Jessica. There was one more duel that needed to be finished before they could leave.

Well one more chapter to go guys (and gals). It's been a long time coming I admit but I want to thank everyone that stuck with this story and I hope you enjoyed it. I did borrow a couple lines so I should point out they don't belong to me. The last line from Draco was from the 'Bourne Supremacy' and thought it would be a good ending to the chapter. And anyone who's seen the second movie should remember the line from the dueling scene. Cheers!