Happy Easter to all those who celebrate it!! and all those that don't, happy long weekend!! ok, so i wanted to post this tonight because i have so much homework to do tomorow (another day off of school) and i'm not sure if i would remember to repost. Please review, you'll make my holiday happier!!

Draco's POV

I heard the screams vibrate over the town, matched with my screams over having to listen to it. My Ginny was the one screaming, along side her loyal bodyguards, of course. But they didn't matter. What mattered is that I couldn't stop her from having to endure this torment, just for her love.

Love. I scoffed at the word. He wasn't her love. He left her behind while he went off to fight Voldemort. He didn't have to see the worry behind her eyes each day as she roamed the halls, playing mindless pranks in what she thought would help. All that brought her was more pain. He didn't help one bit.

And then to see him die, right there in front of her. He killed Potter in cold blood; revenge. Even I couldn't watch it without wincing, and I had awaited this fate for years upon years, ever since I found out what a pureblood was. And might I add, thanks to my father, that was very young.

I thought watching Ginny would help me not have the urge to stop the pain for Potter, but it only intensified it. To watch that sweet redheaded girl have to see her boyfriend die, it was torment.

Sitting in front of the hidden doorway to Hogsmeade, my mind wandered back to that day. I had been across from her, with the rest of the Death Eaters. She struggled more than I thought possible from someone like her, though the invisible bindings held up until the end, when Voldemort unleashed her and she ran into his limp form, hugging every inch of him and crying out until she couldn't breath.

And then it was over. We all left once the fun was gone, throwing Ginny back down to the dungeons where I know she wept for days, not moving or eating.

We started patrolling her cell, watching out for any signs of suicide in her. But she never did. She said it was an insult to his memory, though she wished she could be with him, wherever he was. Of course, that would never happen until she dies, but the way her life was going now, that would be too soon.

HARRY

"We've got to go. You can't keep me here, not now." He got up and advanced towards the portrait, and hidden passageway into Hogwarts.

"Harry, Harry. Hold it. You can't just barge in there when everyone thinks you're dead. Especially not with people prowling around. And not only professors this time. Death Eaters are walking around Hogwarts, keeping everyone in line. They don't want to risk someone else revolting. It may decline both sides' numbers, and they don't want to hurt any potential followers. And you would start a major revolt." Bill sidestepped to block the painting.

"Do you hear them? They're going through that because of me. I can't just let them hurt my friends." Harry whipped out his wand, pointing it at the older boy's chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two more wands being drawn, one from Abe and the other from Charlie. Bill's hand edged towards his pocket, but stopped once Harry drew his gaze back to his captive.

"Harry, you're insane if you think we're all going to let you go alone. Now, how many people can you fit under that cloak?" Harry wheeled around to look at Charlie, giving Bill time to take out his wand, too.

"Just one, I think. Two if we're lucky. Are you serious?"

"I don't think there's any other way. What do you think, Abe?" Abe shuffled uncomfortably as all eyes were turned to him. He looked to the portrait, who smiled encouragingly to him.

"I think you should. We all know stopping Mr. Potter is like stopping a tornado. And the world can be no worse off than now. Even if he is caught and killed, no one will be the wiser. Death Eaters won't want bad publicity. I don't see how it can hurt, moving the attack up until tonight. But first, come. And yes, you too, Mr. Potter. It shall only take a minute." He added, eyeing Harry turning towards the entryway. The four walked to the back of the small apartment, finally stopping at a small closet. Abe raised his wand and tapped on the knob, bringing the door to life.

"Password?" It hissed, a sound like squeaking hinges.

"Firewhisky." He pronounced in a dignified voice.

"Hello, Aberforth Dumbledore." It once again squealed before opening. Though the door looked very old, it opened without making a noise or sticking. Abe bent down and shuffled through the closet, shifting a box here or there. Sometimes he would pull out one from the closet, filled with odd objects like frog spleens and rabbit eyes. One large fish aquarium actually contained nargles, substituting for a real cage.

"Here we go." He groaned, pulling out a brown, cardboard box. Harry found himself edging closer as Abe rested the box at his feet, spilling out bunches of smaller packages. He noticed some of them as Fred and George's products: Invisible hats, cloaks, and even their new line of invisible scarves.

"I knew we'd eventually need these. I bought them out while I still had the chance." He pulled out some items and threw them at the awaiting boys, finally straightening up when the two Weasleys were weighed down with invisible but heavy items, leaving Harry to use his light invisibility cloak.

"There you go. I suppose you'll have to get going now. And Harry," he added, stepping forward and allowing the other two to pass them, "please be careful. It won't help anyone if you go and be stupid. Think of the prophecy." He patted Harry's shoulder before turning and steering him towards his destiny.

It was somewhat of a filler chapter, but it had to be added. Next is all the action, and then it's going to be over. i'm going to be so sad when it does because i think it will officially be my very first completed story!! but that's not probably for two or three more chapters i think. Well, review please...i want at least 2 just to get to 20!!