'Whats gotten into you?' Hermione managed, her hand on her smarting cheek, eyes wide with shock and hurt.

'You lied to me!' Harry screamed, 'You. One of the few people I trusted completely, you lied to me!'

The young woman's pretty face became quizzical.

'What on earth are you talking about?'

'Draco! You handed him over to Voldemort!'

'Harry, I thought Draco was with you! The Minster contacted us and told us it was all off. He said Draco Apparated to you, and that we were to pull out and return home.'

Harry saw sincere surprise in her eyes, and knew instantaneously she was not lying.

'Where is he?' he asked sharply.

'Wait, so he isn't -?'

'Dammit, Hermi, no he is not with me! Tell me where you took him!'

'T – to the graveyard. Where his parents are buried. What is going on?'

He did not hear the last sentence – he had Apparated without letting her finish.

The graveyard was empty. It was quiet but for the rustling leaves of the trees, but Harry had no time to admire the surroundings. He found the Malfoy gravestones quickly enough -

'Akoluthos raco Malfoy,' Harry said quietly, pointing his wand at the gravestones. He saw Draco, kneeling, head bowed as if in prayer.

He seized at it with his mind, willing himself to relax and letting the image permeate his being. He had never tried the so-called instinctive Apparating before, when one Apparates to a certain person, without knowing where they are, by thinking of them hard enough. This was a good enough time to try, though.

He felt the familiar fluttering inside of his stomach. Flashes of light. Blurred sort of sound.

Moments after, he fell onto hard stone. Throwing his hands forward, he managed to soften the fall, but his knees still took a considerable blow.

He looked up. And what he saw was so strange, so bizarre, that at first he though this was an absurd dream or something of that sort.

After all one does not usually see their lover, backed against the wall, with themselves standing before him. And Harry saw that, whoever (whatever?) was standing before Draco was Harry Potter exactly. The resemblance was more than that which can be achieved by Polyjuice Potion – there was the smell of his shampoo, of the herbal tea he drank, of his soap.

He saw Draco's eyes widen in a mixture of fear and shock, and a moment later the blond slid down the wall in utter exhaustion and confusion.

'Harry Potter,' his second self turned to him now, but he was speaking in a voice that made Harry's skin crawl with hatred. Voldemort's voice. It was a disgusting sight to him, himself speaking with the voice of his mortal enemy. 'I applaud you, you got here exceptionally fast. Not fast enough to stop your pretty lover form speaking, though. What a pity.'

Harry's eyes bore into Draco, who shook his head a fraction of an inch either side. Harry saw past the saucer-wide eyes, past the denial. Draco had told Voldemort.

Voldemort used that moment when all of Harry's attention was on Draco, and shot a disarming spell at him. Harry flung himself aside, feeling the spell whiz dangerously close to his head – and thanking his Quidditch reflexes.

'Harry!' Draco shouted, but Voldemort did something, and Draco was flung aside. He made impact with the stone wall, and lost conciousness.

'No more distractions,' Voldemort said, with a sneer that looked so strange on Harry's face.

Harry did not know what angered him more – the way Voldemort had treated Draco or the way he had used Harry's own body to trick Draco. But the mixture of these two made him so insanely furious that every rational thought left his mind, leaving only the blazing flames of wrath there.

He started to throw spell after spell at Voldemort, but his hands shook and his aim was poor, so it was only too easy for Voldemort to dodge or deflect them. And the angrier Harry got, the happier Voldemort seemed to be.

When a spell flew too close to Voldemort for his comfort, he decided it was time to do something. Languidly raising his hand, he aimed at Harry (who had stopped spitting spells and was now scowling darkly at his enemy). Harry waited.

Voldemort took his time, smiling as he saw Harry growing impatient and anxious.

Then he threw an Avada Kedavra of terrifying power and precision. Harry watched, suddenly calm, and he saw the green spell fly at him as if it was in slow motion. He ducked, falling onto his knees and bending his head so that the spell flew some inches above him head. Voldemort had been a fool. He had forgotten that the stones of the dungeon had been spelled to be unbreakable. Which meant that the Avada Kedavra bounced off the stone and flew at it's caster.

Voldemort did not have the reflexes that Harry possessed. He was paralysed by utter surprise when he saw the death-spell going in his direction. And it hit him a fraction of a second later.

Harry was blinded by a bright light of an indistinguishable colour, and he heard a piercing, inhuman scream. He knew that the spell had hit Voldemrot, that his enemy was dying.

And then he realized something. The Horcruxes. They had found the Horcruxes the year Dumbledore had been killed. Him, Severus, Hermione and Ron had spent the summer looking for them, and how they found them and destroyed them is a different story. The problem was, they had found all but the last one, the last one that was not within Voldemort.

And now he knew Voldemort was not dead yet, and the simple realization came to him. Malfoy Senior had stolen something from Voldemort. Something that Voldemort needed desperately. Something he thought Draco knew the location of. The last Horcrux, it had to be! How could he have not seen it before?

Harry ran to Draco. He placed his head on his knees, running his fingers through the platinum hair, checking for any damage. There seemed to be none; Draco had just been knocked unconscious.

'H - Harry?' Draco's eyes fluttered open. He manged a weak smile. 'I'm so sorry. I told him everything. I – I couldn't help myself...'

'It's okay,Draco, its okay. Tell me where the Amulet is, I know it's the last Horcrux, tell me and we'll have it destroyed and Voldemort will be dead for good.'

Draco sat up abruptly.

'Harry, you dolt, Voldemort told the Deatheaters where the Amulet is minutes before you turned up! They'll be there now!'


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