A/N: Alright so never expect this again... I don't know why but I got majorly inspired to write this haha. Yay!! I updated!! I feel like I wanted to finish the whole Voldemort thing before book 7 because I'm not going to want to subconsciously copy jkr. Man you guys, I'm so proud of myself –pats herself on the back – Actually, considering they're both somewhat short chapters, I think it's best to post them so close together so I'm not being mean.

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Harry, Draco, Kingsley and Remus watched as Tonks knocked on the door and as it opened to let her in, they snuck closer. Just before the door closed, Remus spoke a charm and the door stayed propped open on its own. The Death Eaters didn't notice, as they were all leering at Tonks, who appeared to be Harry.

Once they were inside, they stopped moving, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves. As it turned out, the only reason the Death Eaters were in the entrance hall to begin with was to intimidate Harry. After Tonks had passed, they all milled around, conversing excitedly with one another.

With only half a dozen of them left in the hallway, Kingsley deemed it safe to continue and the group shuffled around, behind the others and out of the hallway.

They only had a vague notion of where they were going because the Aurors who had been there previously had been otherwise occupied during their stay. Her room was apparently somewhere on the fifth floor and most likely in the East Wing. So that is where they would start.

The made it to the second floor without problem. After all, the staircase was directly after the hallway. They had to be very careful going up the stairs because, while the whole floor was white marble, they staircase didn't have a carpet or anything else to muffle their footsteps. Casting magic was something that they had been warned against doing, that being how the earlier Aurors had been caught.

Getting up to the fifth floor presented a problem. Firstly, they couldn't even find the staircase to get to the third floor, no less the fifth, and secondly, once they finally did find it, there were two Death Eaters conversing on it. They retraced their steps so that they were far enough away to speak in whispers.

"What are we supposed to do?" Harry asked, ready to take orders.

"Harry and Draco, you two will have to create a distraction. If Remus or I do it, they'll start looking for us and see through the spell. You just have to make a bit of noise, nothing too loud or obvious. As soon as you do it, come quickly back here and we'll go up the stairs. Can you do that?"

The two boys grunted affirmatively and took off. It was hard moving quickly under the invisibility cloak but they worked well together and their feet remained covered, and neither stumbled or tripped. Once to the right of the staircase, Harry coughed quietly and then they moved right back over to the left of it.

The Death Eaters were obviously not top rank or very dedicated because, while they both heard it, they didn't seem very enthusiastic about investigating.

One looked at the other. "Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"Sounded like a cough and someone clearing their throat."

He shrugged. "Yeah I heard something like that. Where do you suppose it came from?"

Underneath the cloak, Draco rolled his eyes at Harry. Voldemort could sure pick them.

When they finally ambled off to see if anyone was there, the four men quickly made their way up the stairs in case they came back. Not that they seemed to be much of a threat. But, Harry reminded himself, he couldn't let his guard down. Just because they didn't seem to be the brightest of the bunch didn't mean they were good people. He had seen first hand what the Dark side could do.

A few more minutes and they were on the fourth floor, searching once again for a way to the fifth.

"Why couldn't there just be one long staircase? I'd hate to live here; it would take forever to get around." Draco rolled his eyes and tried not to smile at Harry's remark. Having grown up in a manor himself, he knew they could be very frustrating to get around in. Unfortunately, most manors had very dissimilar layouts as they were all designed by the owners themselves. This meant he had just as little idea about where to go as the rest of them.

They were trying to hurry as much as possible, not only because they wanted to get out of there, but because Tonks was most likely currently being faced with the Dark Lord himself. They knew there wasn't as much danger to her as there could have been because she had a portkey but that didn't mean there was no danger whatsoever.

Harry's skin was prickling with fear as they wandered around the manor. He couldn't help but feel they were being watched, even though logically, he didn't think they were. It must just have been his nerves, he told himself.

They did finally find the fifth floor, and turned right yet again. Immediately in front of them was a man asleep on the ground in front of a door.

"Who is that?" Draco whispered to no one in particular.

Remus was the one to answer, again in a low voice. "Judging by his robes, I would guess he's a Death Eater, probably assigned to guard Misses Malfoy. I can't see why else someone would be up here."

Hearing this, they all stood a little straighter. Perhaps he really was the one guarding Narcissa. That would mean that she would most likely be through that door.

Harry took a step forward but was stopped by Kingsley. "Let me go first. I'm trained for these situations. And remember," he said, now addressing both Draco and Harry, "if something happens, grab one of Remus or myself and we'll portkey out immediately. Likewise, if we feel that Tonks has left, we reconvene and decide whether or not we should leave as well."

"Yes, yes, we know." Harry replied urgently. It seemed they all wanted to speed this along.

Kingsley nodded and carefully passed the sleeping man. He touched the handle and turned. Everyone else held their breath.

"Right, Harry. We need your blood to open the door. Voldemort really wanted you to come yourself."

He ushered Harry forward, even a little against his will.

"Should I really be giving my blood to this wall? Isn't that sort of dangerous?" Harry looked reluctantly at Kingsley.

"We will clean it by magic before we leave but we need it at the moment to proceed. If you don't want to, we will have to go back to Hogwarts and devise a new plan. Not that I'm pressuring you." He said this last with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. "As long as we clean it up afterwards."

He held out his forearm and shied away slightly as he saw Kingsley take out a sharp pocket knife. He ran the blade gently across his arm but pricked it as lightly as he could. Harry positioned his arm so that drops of his blood fell along the door handle. Then, without even having to touch it, the door opened and Kingsley slipped in quietly, leaving the reset of them to wait.

It was at that moment, a couple seconds after Kingsley disappeared into the room, that chaos exploded.

Voldemort appeared out of nowhere, robes swirling around him in an invisible breeze, accompanied by two Death Eaters. These ones seemed to be more competent than the two they had seen earlier.

From inside the room, they all heard Kingsley shout, "Tonks left!" before one of the Death Eaters jerked his wand sharply and the door banged to a close.

The other Death Eater, who Draco recognized to be Macnair, saw and grabbed Remus before the other man had a chance to react. He had his wand pointed sharply into Remus' neck, discouraging any movement.

Voldemort looked around, his head held high. "Potter, do come out and play. I can sense you're here. Otherwise your dear friend would never have gotten into the room."

Harry jerked under the cloak, obviously trying to get out from under it, but Draco held onto his arm tightly, not wanting him to go. Draco himself was frozen with fear. He had never seen the Dark Lord before and although he had been painted quite a picture, it didn't even compare to seeing him in the flesh. He seemed to be the embodiment of evil. His red eyes twitched around the room, the sides of his mouth curled up in a barely sane smile. And Harry wanted to go out and face him.

When Harry didn't answer him, Voldemort prodded again.

"You were too scared to face me already today – to the point where you needed a decoy. Are you really that much of a coward? That you can't even face the man who called you here in the first place?"

Draco winced as he played the Gryffindor card. Bravery.

Unexpectedly, Harry whipped the cloak off himself, though taking care to keep Draco hidden.

"Hey Tom." Harry said casually, as if greeting a schoolmate.

Voldemort whipped around. "You will address me as my Lord." He threw a hex at Harry who ducked and laughed. "Tom, if I tried to say that, my tongue would leap out of my mouth."

Draco felt nauseous. He had never heard of anyone addressing the Dark Lord in such a disrespectful manner. People had been tortured for days for much less than this.

Somewhat calmed now that they had fallen into the familiar pattern of insults and taunts, Voldemort continued to talk.

"You never did tell me why you were too afraid to face me yourself. Even your parents weren't that bad. At least they could stand in front of me – no matter for how long before they got themselves killed."

It was Harry's turn to throw a hex at him. Draco had no idea what they were casting at one another because they were doing everything silently. What he did know, was that these hexes weren't friendly and there was probably a lot of energy going into them. Harry couldn't be expected to hold his own forever; Draco didn't care what he had done in the past. He was here now and maybe he could help. Just not quite yet.

The taunting continued from both ends, Harry taking jabs at the fact that he was a half-blood, and Voldemort, and unoriginal as he was, making fun of Harry's parents. To Harry though, it didn't seem to matter. His parents were still, and probably always would be, a very sensitive topic for him.

The hexes grew more frequent and pretty soon it was just magic flying around them. They both had shields up, though shields of different kinds. Voldemort's seemed to be letting some of the smaller curses in, whereas Harry's was letting in a bit of everything. No shield could block everything so here they had simply taken different strategies.

Keeping this in mind, Draco snuck behind Voldemort and the Death Eaters. No one else knew he was there at that point so he was basically free to do as he wished so long as he didn't get caught.

He removed the invisibility cloak and attracted Harry's attention. Draco shot him a meaningful look and raised his wand. All they needed was a break in Voldemort's attack on Harry so that they could cast something together.

The break came when Voldemort's magic depleted a little from casting nonstop. Harry and Draco locked eyes and together cast 'stupify'. Together, the force was enough to stop Voldemort for a second. In that second, Harry gathered all his strength and love. Still looking at Draco, he kept his wand firmly on Voldemort and screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"

Draco watched as the intensely bright green light soared towards and hit Voldemort. The – he hesitated to call him a man – froze where he stood.

Slowly, very slowly, he crumpled to the ground. His slits of eyes remained open.

No one moved, not even the Death Eaters, as they gazed at the corpse on the floor.

All of a sudden Voldemort's body gave a shudder and a bright white light burst from it, going in all directions. When finally it had cleared, Voldemort's body was gone but another body had fallen to the floor.

Harry.

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Whoosh. And there's the climax. Sorry I can't write action! You won't want to miss the next chapter ;)

Okay so REALLY that's it until book 7. Sorry to leave you hanging.