A/N: Ok I know I deserve to be strung up by my toes for thirty years in Antarctica for how long I've made you wait for these last chapters but I swear I have good excuses… somewhere. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it and it will answer some of the questions that you guys have. Happy reading!

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"So he told you he fancies you?"

"Yeah, it was very strange. I mean, it's weird enough to have him talk to me at all but for him to say that?" Ginny said.

"What did you tell him?" Hermione asked.

"I laughed."

"Ginny!" Hermione scolded.

"And then I told him that I'm with Neville." Ginny finished.

"How's Ron taking that?" Hermione asked.

"I don't care." Ginny said defiantly, and then smiled slowly at her friend, "I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant?!" Hermione whispered, "Is it his?"

"Neville's, yes." Ginny said with a sigh, "How's Viktor?"

"He's quiet, quieter than usual." Hermione said, "Professor Snape has been staying with him a lot. He told me to take a walk, which either means he's going to tell Viktor something very worrisome, or he's going to ask him something very personal."

"He probably wants to know if you're pregnant." Ginny said, "They know I am… I can tell by the way they all look at me. Neville told Snape while they were out looking for that plant for Viktor."

"Well even if I wanted to Viktor would never…" Hermione stopped herself, "Not that you two did anything wrong or that Neville took advantage."

"It was my idea." Ginny explained.

"You're not worried about this?" Hermione asked.

"Neville told me yesterday he was going to help me; he was happy about the baby." Ginny said.

"Do you love him?"

Ginny's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but smile, "Yes."

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"Draco!"

Draco jerked from sleep and rolled onto his back just as Goyle knelt beside him, practically falling at the sleeping boy's side, "What is it?"

"Ron and Harry… they took Neville out into the jungle!" Goyle panted.

"Why?" Draco asked, crossing his arms, "More specifically, why do you care?"
"Ginny's pregnant." Goyle said, "And… Ron wanted my help distracting her so that they could drag Neville off."

"And you did because you fancy her." Draco said, "That's where you were this morning. I thought that three hours was a bit long to be going for fruit so close to the beach."

"That's not important now!" Goyle cried, "I think Ron could really hurt Longbottom, and I couldn't find Professor Snape anywhere."

"That's probably a good thing!" Draco shouted, "Do you know what Snape would have done to you if he knew that you were in on this?!"

"I don't know." Goyle said, his head lowering.

Draco let out a sound of pure desperation and when he spoke again, his voice cracked with urgency, "I thought we were going to get away from this! I thought with Voldemort gone and our families dead that we could start over! How could you do this to me?! How can you go back to all that? For Weasley no less! FOR WEASLEY?!"

Goyle reached for Draco's arm, "I'm sor-"

Draco jerked away and shoved the large boy aside, "Whatever you do just stay away from Snape." he growled, "I'm going to fix this."

Goyle watched his blonde companion run off through the trees and sighed, burying his face in his hands.

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Draco's first steps were stumbles, but now he was sprinting through the trees, limbs and brambles scratching his face, chest and arms as he ran by them. Draco's heart was pounding in his chest and his mind raced, thoughts about Goyle and Neville and even his father racing through his head. Something was starting to tell him that he was running towards inescapable danger. If the zoo had redeemed him, of all people, then someone who could still bring it upon themselves to physically attack Neville after all of this must truly be evil. What would keep someone like that from turning on Draco if he turned up to stop the fighting? Draco doubted that Neville would even accept his help, but his fears and doubts could not replace Draco's obsessive need to be accepted by the others, and his desire to escape his father's reputation.

Draco stumbled to a stop as he saw a figure lying on the ground about thirty feet away, "Neville?" he called cautiously, looking around for Ron or Harry.

Neither of the boys was around, and Neville did not respond to Draco's call; bravely, Draco ran again towards the obviously injured boy. Draco had only gone three or four yards before the ground beneath him disappeared into a great chasm, so steep that it had been invisible between the lines of grass and trees surrounding it. Draco closed his eyes as his stomach leapt, the drop of nearly forty feet into ice-cold water knocked the breath from Draco, and when he surfaced the edges of his vision had began to go black. Draco's head struck a rock and stars exploded behind his eyes, then black swept across his vision and he sank into darkness.

When Draco awoke he was laying face-up in shallow water, resting on the edge of a muddy bank. He stood and touched his forehead, sticky with drying blood and sweat. The pain had been dulled by the icy water, but now a slow throbbing began in his head and swept down his neck into his shoulders; with a wince, Draco walked up the bank into the grass and looked around. There was a slight incline that steadily joined with the high cliff and it would take him to Neville if he were careful. As Draco continued towards the forest he began to hear a faint buzzing; it grew louder with each step he took and soon he was surrounded by an unimaginable swarm of flies. Deafened and nearly blinded, Draco continued to press on until the flies grew so thick he was forced to stop and get his bearings before continuing. Another sight troubled him now, for on the ground Draco could see through the swarm of flies, a single hand. It was charred and distorted slightly by the flies, but Draco recognized the ring instantly; his eyes traced to his own hand where a similar ring sat, and a thick wave of nausea rose from his stomach. The flies seemed to clear away and reveal the rest of Lucius' body, not far off there were three others.

As Draco's head began to swim the flies turned on him, flying at the gaping wound on his head and the scratches lacing his arms and chest. He swatted at them but more and more came until terror and pain forced Draco to run back to the water, he splashed down the river until the water became deep enough to hide him. He submerged completely and when he rose again the flies were gone; the buzzing was quieted, and Draco understood that the only way to reach Neville was straight up. He returned to the spot where he had fallen and searched until he found a rock large enough to hold him. The climbing was slow and painstaking, but Draco made progress, and the four corpses in the forest began to fade from his thoughts.

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Harry ran as if the devil were chasing him, and as far as the boy was concerned, he might as well have been. Sweat poured down into his eyes and Neville's blood was drying on his hands; he stumbled and fell, finally coming to rest as he burst from the trees onto a high, rocky clearing. His ignored the throbbing pain in his knees from the fall as he rolled onto his back, "I need help!" he screamed at the sky, "Tell me what to do! Please!"

"Now what good would that do?"

Harry shot up as the voice spoke, "You're back."

"I don't know why I bothered." Cedric said, "You'll just ignore me again."

"I didn't... I did know! How could I have known Ron was lying?" Harry breathed.
"You knew." Cedric said bitterly, "You wanted to believe Ron so that you would have revenge for what happened. You're not the only one that was hurt at that zoo and blaming Neville was the worst thing you could have done. Now what will Ginny do with her baby? Well that doesn't matter anyway because Ron's going right now to put a stop to that as well."

"He wouldn't."

"You doubt what this boy would do? He killed Neville Longbottom! He bashed an innocent boy's head in while you held him! You're not the hero we all thought you were, Potter."

Cedric's use of his last name stung, and Harry took a step towards Cedric, "I didn't understand. I couldn't have known."

Cedric was in Harry's face instantly, covering the distance between them in under a second, "YOU COULDN'T HAVE KNOWN?! WHY DID I COME TO YOU!? YOU WERE SO BUSY TRYING TO SNOG ME YOU COULDN'T EVEN LISTEN!?"

Harry began to try again and turned away, "I didn't know that Ron was lying. I… I didn't know."

"It's a good thing Arthur Weasley stayed back at that zoo, isn't it Potter?" Cedric asked, his voice almost casual, "I can't imagine that it wouldn't kill him for his youngest child and only daughter to come to him with a fatherless child at the age of fourteen. Three of his children died, one of them is a murderer, and one is a trollop. I can't wait to see what goes wrong with the twins. You've let us all down, Potter. You couldn't save me from Voldemort; you couldn't save Dumbledore from the Muggles, or save Neville from Ron or save Ron from himself. What's your next move?"

Harry shook his head violently and stumbled towards the edge of the large cliff, his words interrupted by sobs, "This isn't you… you would never say this."

"Oh you're going to talk I see, well done; doing nothing has done wonders so far to protect everyone. I'm one of the lucky ones; I was martyred before I could fall in with you and ruin my life."

The apparition disappeared, and Harry fell to his knees, his sobs giving away to screams as he fell apart.

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The sun was burning, but Draco had disappeared into the trees by now, and he was closer than ever to finding Neville. As he reached the clearing he walked slowly, observing the spatters of blood on the ground; he continued until he reached the body. Neville's face was nearly impossible to make out, and black blood dried everywhere. As Draco took another step forward something crunched beneath his feet. He stepped back and saw Harry's broken glasses; kneeling beside Neville's body slowly, Draco noted the strange bloody handprint on Neville's stomach. It seemed out of place, but the chance to think soon left him as screams drove him to his feet. They were coming from at least a mile north, and Draco wanted nothing to do with their cause. He stood and ran back towards the beach quickly, looking for help.

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Snape heard the noises before Tonks, and he pulled away, "Don't leave." Tonks whispered, pulling him forward.

Snape allowed himself to be pulled back into the kiss until he heard it again, "Someone is coming."

Before Tonks could protest she too heard the footsteps, and Snape retreated into the trees just before Draco burst into the clearing, "Tonks!"

"What is it?" Tonks asked.

"I need help." he said breathlessly, leaning against a tree for support as he gathered himself, "I found … something out in the jungle."

Tonks raised an eyebrow, "Alright, what is it?"

"It's…" Draco swallowed, "Something that Ron Weasley did; I need you to come with me. I can't talk about it."

Tonks rose an eyebrow, but nodded, "Alright Draco… let's go."

As Draco led Tonks around the dangerous crater, he knew that if he pointed out Neville's body, she would spot it, or probably even his father's; the flies now seemed mysteriously absent from the burnt out clearing below. He bit his tongue however, wanting Tonks to experience this death the way he had, and longing for someone else to be more frightened than he was. It was something the blonde boy shared with his father; the need to be more in control than others, and it had driven Draco not to warn Tonks of Neville's fate, or even the nature of what he would show her. Her sudden burst of terror and panic would give Draco the confidence and strength to complete the grueling task that lie ahead of him. Draco walked ahead of Tonks as they entered the clearing, "Draco is that… blood?" Tonks muttered as she surveyed the spatters on the fallen leaves.

"Weasley's finally gone off the deep end." Draco answered, leading her to the body.

Tonks froze at first, unsure who she was looking at until her mind slowly worked it out. There were only three boys this tall with them, and the body's chest was not broad or its shoulders wide like Goyle's or Viktor's; it was Neville Longbottom. Tonks turned around and looked at Draco; he gave her a sad look, "I have to go stop him." he said quietly.

Tonks covered her mouth and turned back to the body as Draco disappeared into the jungle; she took one ragged breath and let out a scream that she hadn't mustered since her schoolgirl days, shouting for help in one long cry, "SEVERUS!"

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Draco ran through the jungle as he heard Tonks screaming, barely avoiding trees as the wind tore through his blonde hair and swept it back from his pale forehead. Anger and desperation were burning in his eyes as he ran towards the beach that was on the other end of the island. Something in his heart had led him through the jungle and past the pathetic screams of Harry Potter to the eastern beach where Ginny and Ron met.

"Look at you." Ron said darkly as he emerged through the jungle.

Ginny jumped and turned, crossing her arms to see Ron, "Look at you." she countered simply, "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Ron replied, "Shouldn't you be with Neville?"

"Be nice to Neville." Ginny warned, "I don't want you bullying him."

Ron scowled and crossed his arms, looking down at her stomach with disgust, "He's obviously been very nice to you!"

Ginny put a hand on her flat stomach, "Who told you?"

"I overheard Snape telling Lupin and Sirius." Ron said coldly, "I can't believe he did something like that to you."

Ginny couldn't help but smile softly, "Neither can he."

Ron looked disgusted once again, "You think this is pleasant?! How do you expect the rest of us to handle this?!"

Ron moved closer, less than six inches away from her; his anger radiated off of him like heat and Ginny had to look away. She never saw Ron's fist rise into the air.

Draco burst onto the beach and slid to a stop in the sand behind Ginny; Ron's hand dropped to his side instantly as the blonde rushed up to them. He pulled Ginny to stand behind him and his expression became a warning snarl as he addressed Ron, "What did you have planned, Weasley?"

Ron had an equally savage look as he clenched his fists, "Back off, Malfoy!"

"Come on you two, stop it! " Ginny shouted; she worried about both of them.

Ron could clobber the blonde boy, that was certain, but Draco had a sharp mind and was quicker on his feet than Ron could ever be, especially when angry, "Are you here to finish what you started?" Draco growled, "They know what you did, Weasley. I told them."

Ginny frowned in confusion, "What is he talking about Ron?" she asked, looking over Draco's shoulder.

Ron's expression changed suddenly and quickly; he ran from the beach into the trees. Draco took a step forward to follow, but turned back to Ginny, "Get to the beach, alright?"

Ginny shrugged, "Alright, but what's going on?"

Draco didn't stay to explain; he too disappeared into the jungle, leaving Ginny alone.

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Lupin looked calm as he stepped onto the beach, but inside he was screaming. He wanted to run into the forest with Sirius and shag until he could no longer imagine Neville lying in the forest, tore up like one of his victims. Snape had told them that the boy's face had practically been bashed in; experience and imagination had done the rest to paint the perfect image of gore and violence in Lupin's mind. Roles had been cast when Snape returned to the jungle with Tonks trembling at his side; Sirius would stay with Viktor while Snape returned for the body and Lupin would tell Ginny. He was going to tell a girl that the father of her unborn child had been mauled and murdered in the jungle, and that he would not be returning to that beach, that uncaring and evil beach surrounded by the ambience of crashing waves and occasionally haunted by the sounds of Viktor Krum's gasping breaths.

Lupin cast a glance at Sirius who knelt beside Viktor; the boy seemed to be stable at the moment, and Sirius' eyes met Lupin's with a hint of encouragement. The werewolf stepped forward and approached Ginny, "Ginny."

Ginny smiled and stood, "Hello, Professor Lupin."

"I need to speak with you." Lupin said as evenly as he could muster, unable to refrain from glancing at the girl's stomach and imagining what the child's life would be like after all of this.

Ginny's smile faded, "Is it about the baby? I know Neville told because he's afraid but I swear we'll be able to handle it. I don't want to not have it. I feel comfortable about the whole thing. It… isn't that bad; Neville was just nervous, but he told me he was going to help. I don't think he'll leave me."

Lupin's expression did not change, although it struggled to, "Ginny… something happened this afternoon out in the jungle… with Neville."

Ginny's eyes widened, "Did he hurt himself?"

Lupin sighed quietly and met the young girl's eyes, "He was killed… Ron… attacked him."

Hermione, who had been walking towards them since Sirius arrived to watch Viktor, heard the news and ran to Ginny's side, catching the redhead as she collapsed. Ginny did not cry at first, however, but simply stared up at Lupin, "Ron found me… on the beach. He was standing so close." Ginny bit her lip and fought back a sob before she could finish, "Draco came and… and ran him off."

"Ginny."

"Oh Hermione, Ron was talking about my baby! He was … going to hurt me!" Ginny wailed suddenly, clutching to her friend as she allowed tears to come, "He was going to hurt my baby!"

Hermione's heart raced as she heard Ginny's story, looking up the beach she saw the twins rushing towards them with concern on their faces as Ginny's sobs turned to cries and whimpers of what Hermione imagined to be terror.

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A/N: Oh my god! So there you have it; Neville really is dead and I didn't fool you. I know that's not really a good thing but… yeah… I finally got this chapter up so hurray for me! Hopefully the next one will come out faster but unseen snares have ways of flying up when you least expect them. Anyhow, thank you for your reviews ahead of time and I look forward to all of your reactions!