A/N: Well, here's another chapter…to tell you all the truth I'm really getting bored with this story so it's gonna end REAL soon…this will pro'ly be another shorter chapter…

A/N: Well, here's another chapter…to tell you all the truth I'm really getting bored with this story so it's gonna end REAL soon…this will pro'ly be another shorter chapter….just cuz I'm sick and my head is KILLING me. I really wanna thank everyone for their reviews. This is my longest, most viewed, reviewed, favorited, and alerted story and that makes me happy. This chapter is dedicated to Brookslocklear who gave me my 50th review…thank you!

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Voldemort's POV

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As soon as the words came out of Griffith's mouth I felt my heart sink low into my gut. I tried not to let it show on my face but it was difficult to control the hurt.

I swear I made it to my study in record time and slammed the door shut. Nagini hissed something at me but I couldn't make anything out over the roar of disbelief in my ears. I sat myself down in an armchair in front of the fire and stared at the leaping flames.

It wasn't for a few hours that I finally left that seat and even then I only went to sit behind my desk and stare at the papers in front of me.

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"Voldemort?" Severus asked the next morning. "Are you alright? You look as if you didn't sleep at all last night."

"I didn't." My voice was void of any emotion.

Severus and Lucius looked at me worriedly. "Did something happen last night?" The blond man asked quietly.

I surveyed the room for any eavesdroppers. "Griffith decided that he wasn't going to bring (A/N: I can't believe I don't remember her name…back to previous chapters….crap, I think I deleted the only one's that have her name…shoot. Grawr, I'm just gonna assume it's Riana.) Riana back."

The two men looked at me with sympathy clear in their eyes. "It's his decision." Severus finally said. "Don't try to talk him into doing it, I'm sure he feels bad enough already." As if to prove his point Griffith walked into the room looking disheveled.

"Good morning." Lucius said but the raven haired boy didn't react. Instead he sat himself down at the table and started banging his head against the wooden surface.

"Griffith!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?" No answer came as the pounding continued. "Stop that before you hurt yourself."

The banging stopped but still no words came from the distressed boy. "Griffith, are you okay?" Lucius asked tentatively.

"No." The reply was short and muffled by the table top but at least it was voiced.

"What's wrong?" I asked, kneeling beside the boy and trying to get him to look at me.

"I let you down." He mumbled.

"No, Griffith, no you didn't." I lied through my teeth.

A humorless laugh came from the green eyed teen. "Nice try but I'm not stupid."

"Okay, so maybe I'm a little disappointed but I can live with it and it's not your fault. If you hadn't found out about this I'd still be living without your mother so this changes nothing." It was a lousy attempt at comfort and apparently Griffith thought so too.

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"Tom!" A feminine voice yelled and I cringed.

"Bella!" I tried to put as much enthusiasm into the reply as I could but it failed miserably and the black eyed witch noticed.

"What's got you so down Tommy boy?" I ground my teeth at the nickname.

"Nothing, I just didn't get any sleep last night." I lied.

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"Voldemort, you really should go get some rest." Severus told me as I spaced out in his lab. "You haven't been listening to a word I've been saying."

"Of course I have."

"Oh, I'm sorry. When I started talking about how Dumbledore escaped from the dungeons and was now having a wild affair with Griffith and you didn't react I just figured that you weren't paying me any attention." A rare smile crossed his thin lips and I sighed. "I'm sorry Severus, you're right." I dragged myself out of his lab and up to my bedroom on the fourth floor.

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"Dad?" There was a knock on my door that brought me back from my daydreaming. I gave a grunted answer and the door opened. Hermione poked her head through the doorway. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Not a thing. Is there something you need?" I leaned against the headboard of the large bed.

She looked uneasy for a few seconds. "Griffith is really beating himself up about not bringing our mother back. I think you should go talk to him. He's sure that you hate him now."

I sighed and got up. "Alright, I'll go talk to him. Where is he?"

Hermione's face lit up. "He's in the library, Draco's with him."

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"I should just do it." I heard Griffith say as I walked into the library. "It would make everyone so much happier."

"But would it make you happy?" I heard Draco ask softly.

There was a long pause before my son answered. "I don't know. It's hard for me to imagine bringing someone back that I don't even know. I have no idea what she's like but if Father loved her so much she has to be nice."

I stopped behind a bookshelf to think over his words. He had a point when he said he had no idea what she was like. I sighed and stepped into view. "Father!" Griffith stood from where he had been sitting in Draco's lap. "I have thought over my decision and I've changed my mind. I will bring Mother back."

I sighed again and rested a hand on my son's shoulder. "You will do no such thing." I told him looking directly into his eyes. "You should always go with your gut instinct and never look back and try to reevaluate your decision. I have become happier than I have been in a long time since I found you and your sister. Even if it's just the three of us we're family and I'm not going to let you risk bringing your mother back."

"But-" he started but I cut him off. "No, the transfer of her soul to another body could kill you and that would be even worse than letting her rest where she's been for the past seventeen years."

Before I could do anything he hugged me tightly and I could feel a wet spot forming on my shoulder. I held him as he cried; doing everything I could to calm him.

"He's right Griffith." Draco said and I jumped a bit, having forgotten that he was there. "Everyone here would be devastated if we lost you. They've learned to live without your mother and even with her back they'd have to learn to live without you."

Eventually the tears stopped and Griffith pulled away. "I love you Dad." He murmured and my heart leaped with joy. It was then I realized that I had never heard those words come out of his mouth before neither had I ever spoken them to him. "I love you too Griffith." I whispered, pulling him back into a hug.

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"What's going on?" I asked as I was awoken by a frantic Griffith two weeks later.

"The Order heard about Dumbledore's capture and death. They've come to fight." He said as he threw me a robe and my wand.

"How did they find us?" I put the robe on quickly and started to walk out the door before noticing that it was backwards. I fixed it and followed my son down to the Main Hall. I could hear shouting coming from the other side of the entrance doors and almost started shaking.

"They extracted the memories from Severus." He started shaking. "Afterwards they killed him." I rested a hand on his shoulder for comfort and he leaned into my side.

"We will mourn after the battle is won. Let us go before we lose any more." I said, my voice cracking, and we headed out the door into the middle of the fighting.

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A/n: There's only gonna be like, two or three more chapters sooo, yeah….I hope you enjoyed the chapter!!