I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, but here it is, the first part of the finale! I do hope you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Off to write the second part, now!

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Hedwig, she would have been able to fly off to freedom!

Draco joined us for our twice a week trainings, to everyone's irritation (including Draco's). It was Hermione who managed to bring some peace to the Room of Requirement, reminding everyone that we were working together for a common goal and civility would help, but friendship was not necessary. Even Draco respected her after that.

We also drew a careful plan. Draco had been working, in another manifestation of the Room of Requirement, on a Vanishing Cabinet whose twin was in Malfoy Manor- we had a secret, discreet way in.

To the trio's annoyance, we depended heavily on my Aunt Narcissa, whom Harry particularly mistrusted. She was the one whose job was to inform us when Voldemort was alone and no Death Eaters were supposed to come see him. Harry and I would take on him alone, with support from Ron, Hermione and Draco. They would fight if they were needed, but mostly would make sure we were alone and in a secure environment.

Dumbledore approved of our plan, and offered the Order's help, but we rejected it. Not only we thought we had a higher chance of succeeding if there were no people around to worry about, but if our plan worked, they wouldn't be necessary against a lone and surprised Voldemort. I did asked him to stage an Order meeting that night; to distract Voldemort and to have them all together and on call should the need arise.

The call reached us one Saturday evening. We were working hard on air-controlling spells (anything non conventional was an advantage against our enemy) when the voice of my aunt was suddenly heard from the depths of Draco's bag.

"Draco? Draco! It's time! I need to talk to you!" she was yelling, with a note of urgency and fear.

We froze.

Everyone interchanged looks of fear and determination as Draco took his two-way mirror out of his bag and faced Narcissa. He looked even paler than usual and a little sick.

"Yes, Mother?"

"Draco, it's time," I heard my aunt say, and I felt a twitch in my stomach. Her voice didn't sound right.

"All right," Draco nodded. "We'll be there as soon as we can," he said and put the mirror back in the bag.

"Oh, Merlin," muttered Ron, his face looking just as sickly as Draco's.

"Does anyone have second thoughts?" I asked. Everyone looked at me with exasperation. "Does anyone wish to practice one last spell?" I insisted.

"I doubt we'll improve much after just one more practice," Harry said. "Is the First Aid's kit ready?"

"It has been for the last two weeks," Hermione answered wearily.

"And we all have got everything we need," Ron said. I looked at Draco, who simply nodded.

"I'll send a Patronus to Dumbledore, so he can call for an Order meeting," Harry said. He, too, looked pale. I took his hand after he had sent his silver stag to the Headmaster.

"We need to go out to the hallway so we can enter the Room of Hidden Things," Draco said.

We did so, and we re-entered the Room to find the mysterious and exciting place full of millenary crap. Hermione and I hid behind a mountain of school bags from all ages and changed our school robes for protective black clothes given to us by the Weasley twins. Those muggle garments- trousers and trainers- would give us perfect moving range for battle and were enchanted to bounce off simple curses (which, technically, we were not expecting to be in the receiving end of). We could hear the boys doing the same on the other side. I made my hair short and Hermione used a quick spell to put hers up on a bun (she looked a bit like McGonagall). When we came out, the boys were waiting for us next to the Vanishing Cabinet.

"It gets very dark in the middle, even by wand-light, but it's normal and you should just keep walking," Draco explained nervously. "Please, don't use magic inside of it, apart from Lumos. The pathway is still very delicate and I fear we might end up lost if we mess with it somehow."

"What do you mean- lost?" Ron asked anxiously. "You mean we might just never come out and starve to death in there?"

"If you mess up with it, then yes," Draco snapped. "But if you just walk ahead, don't touch anything, and keep you wand in your pocket and we should all be fine. And it comes out to my room- don't touch anything in there, either."

"Come on, boys," I said in a fake cheery voice. "We are marching towards death together, surely there's no need for bickering. Let's go inside, then."

Draco opened the door, and in we went. I let Harry go first, and then Ron and Hermione entered holding hands. I looked at Draco, questioningly.

"What is it, coz? There's something you are not telling."

Draco smiled. "We all have secrets. But don't worry," he rolled his eyes "I'm not betraying you or anything."

I smiled too, and we stepped in. Harry was already a few yards inside, and we could see the pale white light of his wand showing the way. We left the entrance opened, even if only to be sure of where the exit was.

I walked quickly ahead to reach Harry and hold his hand. We were walking towards our destiny, it was only fitting that we arrived to it together.

As Draco had warned us, our grand entrance was only witnessed by a portrait of Augustus Malfoy, who bowed to our presence but made no sound, surely asked so by Aunt Narcissa. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked curiously around Draco's luxurious and spacious room. It was decorated in tones of grey and silver and his antique furniture was made of yew, his four poster bed dominating the space, the family emblem hanged above the pillows. Hermione went straight to his book shelves, Ron to the little chess table with an ivory set. Harry eyed a Quidditch table set, enchanted to reproduce any Quidditch match, which had been the last gift his father had given him. I smiled as Draco finally came out of the Cabinet.

"What did I say about touching my things?" he immediately whispered, folding his arms.

"We were just looking," Ron said, annoyed. I suppressed a giggle.

"To business, now," I reminded them, and all trace of merriment disappeared. I waved my hand and a Disillusionment Charm bathed us until we could barely distinguish each other's shapes.

"You all remember the way to the ball room? That's where Mother is supposed to hold him," Draco asked. We all whispered yes. He opened the door to the hallway and slowly we moved outside the bedroom, trying not to step on each other and to dodge furniture and vases that decorated the hallways and rooms we passed.

"This is it," Draco said when we reached the first floor and were facing two great white and gold doors. I removed the charms from Harry and me, and, together, we pushed the doors open.

I had had a nagging feeling that something was amiss, but I had convinced myself it was the nerves and the fear. The sight we found was not a surprise although it still made me gasp.

Voldemort was sitting in Uncle Lucius' big dinning chair, resembling a throne on its own in that grand room. He was smiling, looking like he was expecting us, and indeed he was. On his right, with a triumphant, hungry look, Bellatrix stood holding my Aunt Narcissa at wand point. Her look of desperation seemed to deepen when she saw us come through the doors.

"Welcome," Voldemort hissed with his horrible, cold voice. "Come inside, we were expecting you."

Harry and I looked at each other, our plan to attack without a moment's hesitation now useless. With a look, we decided to wait. Maybe one of the others was realizing that the smart thing to do was to send Dumbledore a Patronus asking for rescue…

"Harry Potter, my good, old, reliable enemy," Voldemort continued. "And Lavinia Malfoy- quite the surprise isn't it, Narcissa? I thought she was killing Dumbledore, not plotting against me."

Harry looked at me quizzically, but before I could explain, Bellatrix interrupted me.

"But the icky little sweet lovebirds wouldn't come on their own, now, would they?" she said in an awful mocking baby voice, her wand playfully moving along Aunt Narcissa's neck.

"Indeed, they wouldn't," Voldemort said, and with a move of his wand, Draco, Ron and Hermione became visible.

"Draco, I thought my face in the mirror was enough sign of something amiss!" Narcissa yelled, as her sister yanked her back by pulling her hair and shushing in her ear.

"I couldn't not come, Mother," Draco said, obviously wanting but not quite daring to go to her. Bellatrix's imposing, threatening presence kept us all in line.

"We would have changed our plan, had you said something," Ron whispered to him.

"So," Voldemort interrupted them. "Are you here to kill me?" he asked, amused.

"If you knew we were coming, how come none of your friends are here with you?" Harry asked harshly. "Last time, you invited them all for the party."

"But not even you brought your whole entourage, Potter," he answered. "This was obviously supposed to be an intimate party. A family reunion, I daresay."

I could see that Harry was as puzzled as me by his last words. Meanwhile, Bellatrix had her eyes set on me, not with the merry gleam that shone in her eyes when she was looking at a victim, but with true hate and a calculating air about her. Something clicked inside my head.

But, no… surely, no…

"What do you mean?" Harry asked. Voldemort fixed his eyes on me.

It was impossible.

"No…" I whispered, tears rapidly filling my eyes, fear and desperation creeping up on me in a more terrible way I had ever felt.

"Hasn't she told you?" Voldemort said, mockingly.

"You are lying!" I yelled.

"What?" Harry asked, confused. I wanted to say it first; I wanted to apologize to him before he could back away from me. But I couldn't bring myself to believe it, and I only managed to hold tight to his hand.

"You are my son, Harry Potter."

"What?" Harry almost laughed, disbelievingly.

"If the two of you are soul mates, as Narcissa tells me…" Voldemort smiled, "then, you are my son. My son-in-law."

"I won't believe it!" I declared in a futile attempt to stop it from happening. Voldemort ignored me.

"Lavinia Malfoy is my daughter, Harry Potter. Welcome to the family."

So! What did you think of my big revelation? Did you guess it? Did I manage to surprise you? And what do you think of it? Leave me a review and tell me! I might publish the second part sooner if you do!