Ok, so I'm going to be writing this from now until the end with no breaks. I'm going to try to post a new chapter a day or every other day or so just to get it moving because I haven't written this for ages and I feel bad for keeping people waiting. So, here you go. O and I wrote in the 'dark sides' POV just to get a range of viewpoints. Read on...

ROOKWOOD'S POV

"Crucio!" The boy screamed in pain, vigorously thrashing on the ground at my feet. I pulled back the spell, leaving the boy gulping for air, his bright red hair masked to his forehead in a puddle of sweat.

"Now, what was that about your brother, son?"

"Filthy…bastard…" He panted back.

"How dare you. Avada--"

"Rookwood! I do not wish this boy dead. Not yet. I assure you, he will die at your hands soon enough. But this is not the time. Leave us now." I bowed on my way out, kissing the ground where my master walked.

"I said now!" With one last fleeting swipe of my robe, I fled.

VOLDEMORT'S POV

The boy still trashed as I approached him, but then shot up into the air as he saw me. His face was set in stone, harsh and what I presumed to be bravery. But there was fear behind his eyes.

"I am not going to kill you. I am not going to hurt you. No, not now." I watched as relief flashed across his face, and then back to his hard expression.

"Why am I here, then?" He asked. His voice was no more than a whisper, and filled with pain. It made me at peace to know this was what happened to blood traitors.

"You fought with the Order. You lost your brother due to it, along with many of your friends. Am I right?" I didn't wait for a response. "This wouldn't have happened were it not for Harry Potter. Ah, yes, the boy who lived. Luck, that's all it was. Though it does not seem that you have that luck, now does it? No, not while you are here, graveling at my feet, while I hold a wand and the power. And look where luck got him: a one-way ticket to a painful grave, forcing his loved ones to live on in this world, to fight for their lives against true blood worshipers. But you, you are a pure blood. You could join us, you know. You're still young. You didn't understand. But I can help you on your way to greatness."

"Never!" How dare he say that to me!

"What did you say, boy?"

"I believe I said never." He spat at me. Spit flung from his mouth and landed on the hem of my robes, soiling them with his distasteful traitor blood.

"Well, if you feel that way, there is only one thing left to do." The boy's face cringed in anticipation for what was to come.

"Crucio."

HARRY'S POV

The worry was building up inside of me as I watched the clock on the wall toll, its hands moving slowly around the surface, chiming off at each hour. Time seemed to have stopped as midnight approached. Tomorrow we would start through the cave. But that meant we had to get through today first.

"Harry, eat something. You haven't eaten since morning." Bill's eyes were watching me almost as much as I was watching the clock. I took the bowl of fruit he was holding out to me and started eating, not really tasting even the bitterest of grapefruit.

"Attention students of Hogwarts and citizens of Hogsmeade, it is the Dark Lord speaking." My head suddenly shot up, as did everyone else's in the room. We stared towards the open window, though nothing moved in the darkness.

"Your hero is dead." The voice continued. I flinched at the sound of his information, though I had heard it many times before. "No one is here to save you. I possess anyone who once tried to go against me, to save you all. They failed, and for that, they must suffer. Let's all listen to what happens to those who fought against the Dark Lord. Crucio!"

A scream roared through the house and onto the streets. Death Eaters growled with laughter, like many uncivilized hyenas. I clasped my hands over my ears. I knew that voice, and for once, Voldemort was telling the truth: it was my fault. My fault George was now screaming in pain.

As suddenly as it started, it stopped and Voldemort's voice rang across the city again.

"Oh, but do not think that he was the only foolish one, the only person that chose the wrong side. No, more had chosen to fight with that coward. They are dead. That is, except for six." My heart skipped a beat, waiting for what inevitably was coming.

"Let's see how much they honor their decision now. Crucio!" An echo of voices sounded across the land, spewing the words that felt like they would end my world right there and now. And then came the screams of my six closest friends.

oooo love those really dramatic endings. I won't keep you waiting too long. Though I do want some posts. Last chapter, I just got one and I was kind of depressed (sob) so I want some good ones or I'm going to just b.s. the rest of the story just to get it done. I don't want to do that because I like this story, but I'm not going to write if no one's going to read. So, please please please review. Just one second...

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