I think the next chapters going to be the last one :( but I want to say thanks to the two reviewers that responded within a few hours of me posting! I'm writing a new chapter tonight so I can have it up without leaving anyone yelling about the cliffs. So, here it is:

Lucius' face dropped at sight of his son.

"I should have known you would do something stupid and heroic, but this? Helping blood traitors break out of confinement from the Dark Lord himself? And not only just the girl. No, you went for the whole lot of them." More fear coursed through Draco's vanes than he ever thought possible. He was finally standing up to his father, he was the one with the wand, and he was going to die.

"This isn't right. They did nothing more than live. It's the Dark Lord that did the wrong. Killing innocent people to gain an advantage. Look at Dumbledore. He got to the top by gaining friends, trust, and loyalty. Why couldn't he just do what Dumbledore did?" Lucius scoffed at his son.

"You killed Dumbledore. He was old, decrepit. The Dark Lord has many more long years to live. Even without his horocruxes." Harry nodded once to Ginny, who was staring at him intently with her--well, Lucius'--wand still shoved in Lucius' face.

"Later." She mouthed to him. He once again nodded. Ginny turned back to her attacker. Draco still hadn't said anything.

"So, what's going to happen? Are you going to kill me, Draco? You, who couldn't even kill an old headmaster, kill your own father. Funny." Draco's face fell a few more inches. Soon it would be touching the ground.

"Actually, I think we were planning on leaving you here, letting your master decide the punishment. It'll be a lot worse than the two of us could think up, I promise you that." Draco flashed Harry a thankful glance, and quickly turned back to his father before he was caught. Idiot. You have him at wand point. There's nothing he can do to you now. The scars on his back said different, but Draco ignored them and focused on not allowing his hands to shake.

"Petrificus Totalus. Stupefy." Harry took Ginny's hand and put his other one on Draco's shoulder, steering him away from his father. They walked out the door, moving to Luna and Neville's cell to make sure Lucius was telling the truth. He was.

"So, where to?" Harry started to think, but Ginny and Draco had already said: "Headmaster's office." They'd been there one too many times in the past few days. Harry didn't let go of Ginny's hand as he walked towards the stairs. She was the one to pull away.

"Hold on a second." She ran back into her old cell, Lucius' wand in hand.

"Tarantallegra." Lucius instantly broke into a dance, looking like a cheerful schoolgirl. Ginny turned around, laughing, and jogged back to where Harry and Draco were standing. She grasped Harry's hand in hers and once again started up the stairs.

"How'd you learn that?"

"You pick up a lot of things when you're dancing every night. I've been waiting to use that one for ages." Harry nodded, stunned, and walked up the stairs with her, Draco bringing up the rear.

"So, are you going to explain?" Harry burst out into an entire explanation of the past few nights, skipping the part where he outsmarted Bill and Charlie. He owed them that much. Ginny wouldn't let them forget it if he told her.

"Wow." They were halfway through the castle by the time Harry finished his story. Him and Ginny were hidden underneath the invisibility cloak with Draco walking in front of them, watching for any unwanted visitors while they were still talking.

"So this isn't a dream?" Harry shook his head, though he doubted she would be convinced either way. Any dream-Harry would say it wasn't, for the sake of Ginny.

"So tell me about here. I heard it wasn't the best?" He didn't want to bring it up, but if this was the last few minutes they had together, he wanted to know what he caused.

"It got bad after a while, but we cut out a brick from the wall so we could all talk." Ginny talked about her time in the castle—or prison—the rest of the time. By the time she finished talking about Lucius taking her and the others out of their cells, they had reached the stone gargoyle.

"Uh..."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." Harry watched Draco as he stepped forward onto the creature's winding footsteps. Ginny went next, followed by Harry.

"Now, are you sure the others are in here?" Draco nodded before knocking on the door. It swung open slowly, creaking like every door in the scary movies Harry used to watch.

"Yes?" Harry and Ginny snuck in behind Draco, just missing the path of the door. Along the back of the wall, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and George hung by their thumbs off rusty chains: Filch's favorite method. Each of them were slumped over from exhaustion, their eyes half-opened. Ron and Hermione looked up at Draco's arrival, but the others didn't. Harry started to fear that he was too late for them. Thankfully, within the few seconds it took Draco to walk up to the chair placed in the middle of the room, George's eyes fluttered open and Neville groaned. Only one more person to go.

Luna didn't move, though Harry kept hope she was still well. He wouldn't kill her and not the others.

"Yes, Draco?"

"Sir, I've finished guarding the Room of Requirements. Nothing was out of the ordinary there." He stammered, falling to his knees a yard from the chair.

"Good. You may leave." He waved Draco out of the room, not looking up from his pet snake, which was draped over Voldemort's shoulders and resting on his armrest.

"S-sir, if I may, why are the prisoners up here and not down in the dungeons?" Harry noticed how Draco's eyes fluttered for a second to where Harry and Ginny stood before looking back down to the carpet.

"Lucius found a hole between the cells. He's repairing it now." Draco's eyes filled with regret as he looked down to the ground, but he blinked it away and focused on saving Ginny. And the others. He added as an afterthought, though he knew if it were up to him, they would already be in Egypt, hiding out.

"Shouldn't he be done by now?" Draco asked, though he knew it was way going passed the invisible respect line Voldemort liked to force upon them.

"That is none of your business, Draco. Now, leave." He added forcefully. Draco lingered around a little bit longer, kissing Voldemort's robe hem before slowly turning towards the door. They were lucky today; no one had burst in the entire time.

Suddenly, Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and at the ground where Draco stood. He swept it up the second its tip touched the ground, and turned to his master, who was now confounded, glancing around the room as if a ghost had just slapped him. Come to think of it, Harry probably did.

"Who-who's there?" Draco pointed his wand at his master, pocketing the other one. He recognized it as Dumbledore's, stolen straight from his casket. He would have to return it.

Harry whipped off the cloak, leaving it draped over Ginny's shoulder as he advanced closer to the man that haunted so many of his nightmares, killed so many of his friends and family. This was the man--no, beast--he wanted to kill. Voldemort was no longer a man.

But he was not going to kill Voldemort tonight. No, he was going to allow the people to do it. They deserved to punish him, just like he had done to all of them. Especially the members of the Order.

"Ah, Harry Potter." Voldemort straightened up, draping his cloak neatly over his small frame. He was now standing. "Tell me, how did you avoid my plan this time? I suspected you dead." Harry shrugged. Draco noticed he did that to a lot of questions. Without Dumbledore, he didn't know much.

"Just did. I would have checked for a pulse if I were you." He was about to say 'next time' but he knew there wouldn't be a next time. Voldemort's face pulled back into a kind of smile, though it looked more like a grimace.

"Too right you are, Harry. Next time I shall have to remember that. Thank you. Now, shall we skip all the witty banter and go straight to the fighting?"

"There's not going to be any fighting. I have a wand, you don't. Or have you forgotten, I don't play as fair as you. Especially not after this." He gestured to where Ron and Hermione were lying on the ground, limp from exhaustion, and where Ginny was still lowering George next to them. They all seemed tired, but living.

"Small sacrifices, Harry. That's what it takes to become famous. And I believe you've forgotten something. Accio wand!" he pointed towards where Draco stood, though nothing happened.

"Ah, you have invested your time to find out how to block those, have you not, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco nodded slightly. The move looked like a twitch to Harry, though he knew what deal of courage that took to just move an inch.

"Well, well. You two should have joined up years ago. I knew you would revolt, Draco, though I didn't know it would be this soon. What poor Lucius must think." Ginny's smile widened as she started unbinding Luna from the window and placing her on the ground, slumped next to George's shoulder.

"Miss Weasley has taken care of him already, hasn't she?"

"Yes, I have. It was quite a joy if I do say so myself." Wow! Harry and Draco thought at the same time. Where the hell did she get the courage to speak to him like that?

"Revenge is the sweetest kind of punishment, yes. Well, I'm sorry Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy, but your plot is once again foiled." He picked up one finger and drew it towards his forearm. Both the boys knew what would happen.

"Stupefy!" Voldemort wiped away Harry's curse, but both Draco and Ginny had shot curses at him. Ginny's hit him across the face, and Draco's hit him square on the chest. Voldemort fell flat on his back, a cold, stone lump. Just like his heart.

"We should call the Order." Everyone nodded.

"Hold on!" Harry called as Ginny went to walk past a limp Voldemort. She froze in her tracks and turned towards her boyfriend.

"What?"

"Don't underestimate him." Draco pointed his wand stiffer at his master's chest as Harry walked forward to check Voldemort's skin. He knew what effects the stupefy curse had on its victims, one of which was cold, rock hard skin.

With a shaking hand, Harry bent down and pressed against Voldemort's extended arm. It was like ice.

"He's out cold."

Like I said, the next chapters probably going to be my last one and then I can say i have one story down, 4 more to go!! lol so get ur reviews in if u want anything maybe added to the story that's not like an entire five chapters worth. Any questions can be up, too, b/c it is a little confusing this chapter. So, thanks for reading. One more chappie to go :(

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