The Chemicals Between Us Chapter 37: You will let the master live!, a harry potter fanfic

" You will let the master live! "

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" Stop right there, you bastard! " Draco had his wand at Blaise's back. Blaise slowly turned around with a look of surprise on his face.

" You got free? " Blaise spat out. He looked at Draco's bloody arms. " With pain, of course. We've just come to the end of an era, Draco. You just destroyed the chance Lord Voldemort was supposed to have. But you're not getting away scot-free still. He's not going to let you rest. Do you think you can keep living as a horcrux? With a horcrux? You haven't read the rest of the notebook then…"

But Draco had, and he knew it would not be easy to be a living horcrux. Pains would haunt him for the rest of his life. It was going to be his downfall- the heart of Harry Potter…Voldemort would never let him rest unless a part of his soul was out to wreak its havoc…

" I don't care- as long as I see you dead, " Draco finally said. " I'd rather suffer this till I die than see you gloat with what you haven't even worked for. " Sectum- "

Marko Sarovic ran for Draco, brandishing his wand. " Impedimenta! "

Draco glared at Marko, his hand slowly moving down, unable to rid himself of the sudden slow movements he had been exhibiting. " You bastards- you should've killed me Blaise, when you had the chance…then you wouldn't have gone through this- "

" Like I could. No one was willing to make a move to kill you. We needed you alive. We needed to extract the horcrux from you alive. And now, we do it. Third time's a charm Draco. "

" Incarcerous, " Marko said. And thick ropes appeared, binding Draco, and he collapsed knees first to the ground. Blaise kicked his chest and he stumbled to the ground again.

" Marko, don't do this- " Draco said. Blaise approached Draco and kicked his cheek with a boot.

Marko stared at Draco, feeling a wide range of emotions. And Pansy came into his mind, of how she loved the silver-eyed arse, how she never saw him the way she saw Draco…" When you're dead, Pansy will no longer- " he stopped.

Draco's eyes narrowed. So he was in it for Pansy then, Marko wanted him dead, without hurting him indirectly. Bastard…

Daphne was crying, a hand was over her mouth. She was looking at Draco and she choked on a sob again.

" Let's finish this now! " Blaise yelled, shaking Draco by the shoulders. Something clinked…like the sound of a chain…And Blaise reached for Draco's robes and saw the pendant…" What the bloody hell- " Blaise violently pulled it off from his neck, causing another wound. He stared at it, holding it above him…a pendant stopped the dagger…the Granger bitch! Where the hell did she get this! And the pendant gave off a defiant pale yellow glow in Blaise's eyes, the seals of the three remaining wizard and witches, when Salazar Slytherin had left…" Son of a b- " he didn't continue.

Nott stared at what was in Blaise's hand. It was over for Draco…He had done his best, had sent Hermione a letter…and this was it…but wait…and he prayed Hermione was alright, prayed that she would come running to save Draco with what she had left…the pendant was no use now. Blaise had found out and had stepped on it with his boot, breaking a thousand something year old relic he had bought from the unsuspecting owner of Borgin and Burkes…

Daphne stared at him, her eyes growing into some realization…she opened her mouth, her eyes suddenly ablaze with anger. " You-! " she gasped.

Nott moved in smoothly. " What? Blaise! Just- do it! " he yelled.

Blaise nodded and they formed the circle once more, Draco's bound body levitating within Blaise's reach. " Do it, Nott! " He picked up the knife, the jeweled snakes slithering on the hilt, but no longer biting his hands.

Nott's heart pounded as he chanted the lines once more. " Heart of the enemy in the form of a servant, Blood of the enemy in the form of a servant…you will let your master live once more. " And he eyed Blaise and tried to control himself from stopping Blaise.

And Draco's pupils widened further as he saw the dagger descend from the skies. In a second, he felt the excruciating pain of the blade rip through his robes and into his skin. He looked in breathless horror, as the snakes from the dagger's handle began their slithering descent towards his chest. He had grit his teeth, an animal cry resounding throughout the graveyard despite the howl of the wind and the shrieking of the forces around them. The jeweled snakes latched their tiny teeth into his chest, slowly and painfully punching hole after hole through his skin.

Blaise's eyes widened, seeing the brilliancy of it all. How good it was of Snape to leave this all to them! They had inherited something everyone would talk about for years! His name would be whispered with fear! Like the Master's name! He watched greedily as he left the dagger on Draco's chest. The snakes on the handle had taken care of the rest. It was beautiful! It was glorious! It was the beginning of everything!

Nott's eyes focused only on Draco's chest. He wondered how much time he had bought for Hermione and Ron. His only prayer was that reinforcements would arrive on time, and that Draco would still be breathing, if not unconscious when it did. He saw Draco's face, it showed off unbearable anguish, his jaw was clenched, his fists too. He kept shuddering with every bite the two jeweled snakes gave. And his heart wrenched in pain for Draco...he didn't- he couldn't-

Daphne was sobbing still, and she wanted to touch Draco, tell him everything would be alright. False hope for someone with such a bleak future...A living horcrux would never survive once it was extracted from the host…how would Draco survive? Draco had given her reason to join, Draco was the brother she never had…And she screamed and cried, kneeling on the ground as Blaise and the rest of them stood still, eyes on Draco and his intense suffering…she eyed Nott…hoping she could live to say something…just three- But Draco…he came first now…

Marko's pupils shone green as he kept looking at Draco's spastic movements. For a second, Draco eyed him, as if to scream at him that he need not do it for Pansy, that he could find ways for Pansy to love him…but it lasted only for a second, and Marko's second's worth of pity disappeared too. He wanted it to be over soon; he wanted to see what a horcrux was like…what the Master's horcrux was like…

And it started. Draco's chest was dripping with blood; his face became pale under the green hazy light that surrounded them all. He looked like a ghost, bound and levitating…The dagger dropped to the ground all of a sudden, the jeweled snakes became dormant once more…They had done their job. There was Draco's heart, exposed and beating…a mass of red and purple and twisted veins and arteries…Draco gasped, feeling that he was drowning without water…why was he alive when it had been too much! He wanted to die…just die…sleep…but Hermione's image came into view…hazy…weak…he forced himself…had to live….he had to…but sleep…closing one's eyes…it seemed to easy…so welcoming… " We needed to extract the horcrux from you alive…" Blaise's voice echoed for a second.

" It's here! It's coming! " Blaise said triumphantly. " Nott! Marko! Daphne! Look! It's- " he stopped, seeing Draco's exposed heart start off with the tiniest glow…and it became bigger and brighter, like a star had fallen to his chest and was now struggling to get out…slowly moving out…

" Draco! " Daphne gasped, forcing her shaky knees to stand up. She wanted to stop it; she had never seen anything like it…but the family legacy…her family's legacy…her legacy...it was all here…right in front of her! How could she think of Draco at a time like this!

And Theodore Nott saw Ronald Weasley standing behind Blaise, obscured by the fog. He said nothing and waited, hearing Draco's strange gurgling…like he had water in his throat. Ron raised his wand, just as Marko's eyes widened, seeing Ron.

" Stupefy! "

Blaise dropped to the ground, the side of his head hitting a tombstone. Ron stood up and hid behind a tombstone as Marko began running after him. Marko turned back and saw Nott's wand on him. He quickly fired out a curse.

" Crucio! "

" Expel- "

It hit Nott and he fell to the ground, shaking from the sudden pain, someone was tearing him apart…the spell…the pain! He shouted for Marko. " Stop it! Marko-! "

Daphne looked in shock. " Marko! " she cried.

" Later! Do this for your name! Later! He's been betraying us! I knew it all along! " Marko shouted. " Find Ronald Weasley and if that Granger is still alive! Dispatch of her! " Marko pointed to the skies and said, " Mosmordre! "

And Marko knew that their reinforcements would come soon.

Daphne spun around, ready to look for Hermione. She stopped a few feet away and looked at Nott once more. And she ran back for him, raising her wand. " Finite! " she cried out.

Instantly, Nott stopped shaking violently. A thin line of blood was on his lips. He looked up at Daphne, as if staring at a dream. " Daphne? " he whispered. A bloody hand reached out to touch her face. " I- love you…" he whispered, sinking into unconsciousness.

Daphne began to cry, unable to get over hearing him say that. She had heard it! From him! And she thought she was the only one feeling that way…She embraced Nott as he lay on the ground and took out her wand and pointed to his body, healing visible wounds- trembling as she heard something explode"Imperturbable! "

She stood up and found herself face to face with Blaise. " Blaise! " she gasped. Blaise had her by the throat.

" You bitch! " he said. " So it's Theodore Nott after all? And I had thought it was Draco! I loved you, you bitch! " He shook her hard, slapped her face and she fell to the ground, beside Nott's body which had been temporarily protected to give him time to rest. " Imperio! "

" Blaise, no-! " And Daphne found herself light headed, as if she had never occurred any heartache or pain…And she heard a voice inside her head, someone hissing, commanding her to do something…Kill Theodore Nott, use the Avada Kedavra…Kill him…Avada Kedavra…

And Daphne numbingly nodded, feeling the simplicity of what her head was telling her…she should kill him…kill off Theodore Nott…Theodore Nott…who was he again? Just kill him…

Nott's eyes widened as he saw Daphne's blank eyes. Imperio! His heart pounded as he took out his wand, breaking the shield Daphne had created. " Daphne! Stop! Daphne! "

Daphne raised her wand high. " Avada Kedavra! " And a burst of green shot out, and Nott ducked, hitting one of their comrades…it was Gregory Goyle! She had just killed Gregory Goyle!

" Blaise you son-of-a-bitch! You just killed Goyle! You killed a comrade! A Deatheater! " Nott shouted out as he ducked from another death spell.

" Not my problem, old chap, " Blaise replied, twirling his wand.

" Daphne! " Nott called out. " It's me! "

And Nott tripped backwards and he found himself facing Daphne as she stood, her wand hovering over his face. " Daph- "

" Avada-" Just kill him…

" Daphne! " Nott screamed.

And Daphne didn't continue. She was fighting it off! Her eyes were welling up with tears, her muscles wanted to move badly, her mouth wanted to mutter out words badly… Just kill him… Theodore Nott…

" Fight it, Daphne! Fight it off! It's Blaise, he's controlling you! " Nott slowly stood up. Daphne opened her mouth again…

" Give it up, Nott- "

And Blaise was hit with a burst of flame, instantly breaking off the spell on Daphne. She looked at him, dazed.

Blaise stood up quickly. " Stupefy! "

And Daphne was rendered unconscious. And suddenly, Blaise was surrounded by Crabbe and Warrington. " I said give it up. "

Nott raised his wand high, willing to fight off. And suddenly more people appeared. Pucey appeared…all the other men they had conned on earlier appeared…everyone who still was in one piece appeared…There were more than ten of them, including Blaise and the three DeathEaters.

" How do you plan to defeat us, now? " Blaise asked him. " I had so much high regard for you. I almost liked you. "

" I didn't like you one bit, " Nott spat out.

" Well, you always liked Draco. You probably thought I was too thick. But now, look at your brother-in-arms…he's dying…while the Master will live, " Blaise said. " I always knew there was something that stank about you, you and Daphne, you and Draco…you and your silly presumptuous self! "

Nott eyed Draco quickly. Draco was fast fading into oblivion. His head was slumping back and forth in the air, his eyes fluttering all the time.

Meanwhile, Marko was hiding against a tall column, firing out hex after hex at Ron.

Ron was trying hard to beat Marko, but he seemed to be an expert with dueling- he seemed to know the Dark Arts better than he did. He would not allow it! He prayed that Hermione was still alright, that the spell he had cast worked on her for he had removed his own, to make hers last longer, he hoped…

And there was another burst of light, causing an entire mausoleum to crumble down, almost smashing him with the marble columns. He scrambled up and hit Marko back.

There was a loud bang. And the remaining Deatheaters and their pawns dropped or scrambled away from the noise and the lights. The Aurors were here! Reinforcements were finally here!

Ron saw Lupin heading his way and he gave a gasp of relief. He could finish Marko off now, without risking his back. He pounced on Marko, whose back was turned, and they wrestled on the wet ground, and Ron flung Marko's wand away, and Ron had him by the throat. " Prepare to die, you bastard-! "

" No! Ron! " Nott called out, flinging Ron away.

" You son-of-a- " Ron shouted. " I had him! "

" I can't let you kill him! I promised someone- " Nott shouted back.

And Marko glared at Nott, ready to kill him off, all his hate for Nott came to the tip of his wand, at the tip of his tongue. " Avada- "

" I promised Pansy! " Nott finished.

Marko collected his breath in, instead of saying the spell completely. " Pansy? " he croaked. " She- she asked you to protect me? "

Nott nodded, in relief that no one was killed at that moment. " Yes, I promised your wife. She did not tell you, I assume? You're going to be a father, Marko. "

Marko felt his wand drop to the ground; a shaky hand came on his head. Pansy was pregnant! He was going to be a father? Pansy asked Nott to protect him? She loved him! " I don't…" he began in a soft voice.

" You heard me right, Sarovic. You're going to be a father. I want you alive for I promised your wife you would be. "

Marko shook his head, the realization hitting him on the chest, in his head. Pansy loved him, Pansy loved him…not Draco…Pansy loved him now…no more Draco…he was going to be a father…Pansy asked Nott to protect him…Pansy…

" Go back to Pansy, " Nott said, wheezing.

" We still have something to finish- " Marko said, looking to Draco's direction. Nott nodded.

" Just go back to your wife when this is over, " Nott said. " And don't do anything to the Aurors, no killing or unforgivable curses. "

Marko nodded and ran for Blaise's direction. He had been duped. The promise of seeing Draco dead- there was no need for that anymore. Pansy loved him…he was going to be a father!

Hermione felt the spell breaking apart now and she knew she had nothing left to lose. She would try, make a run for it- save Draco…no matter what. And she did, despite the stabbing pains all over her body, her legs felt like jelly, she tasted blood in her mouth, but it did not compare to the pain of seeing Draco like that. So she ran and finally reached him, and something stung her figure. There was a barrier! She could not touch him! She could not get to him! She touched it again and felt the shock on her fingers, a burning sensation…she touched it again, determined to let her hands through, to make it stop…the pendant, now broken, was at her foot. She reached down to grab it and tried again. And the shock became more painful than ever, and she saw her hands materializing now…the spell was almost broken, her invisibility spell!

And she bit her lower lip as her hands, with the pendant, pushed through again. Her arms were slowly exposing themselves- " Draco- " she whispered tearfully. " Draco! I'm getting you out of here! Alive, Draco! Alive! Don't you dare die on me! Don't you dare! I love you! "

His eyes focused for a second, as if hearing an angelic voice amidst his torture…He saw Hermione's face in the haze of light…And Hermione saw something materializing out of the bright light in Draco's chest. A hand burst out of the light, long elegant fingers- as pale as death, squirming, clenching…Hermione's eyes widened. Lord Voldemort's hand!

She was running out of options now…the pendant was broken…all she had left was the pendant…And finally Blaise saw her figure materialize entirely, and his eyes widened, leaving an Auror drenched in blood as he ran for her.

" You bitch! " he shouted out. " Avada- "

" Sectumsempra! " Lupin cried out.

And Blaise felt a slash upon his chest, and blood poured out profusely, and he gasped, falling to the ground, trying to find where his wand was in the fog. He felt blood trailing up to his throat- the pain was almost like a Crucio…a Crucio gone kind! He screamed in agony, cursing Lupin. Marko stared at him. And in his eyes, Blaise knew he had just been betrayed…

" Hermione! " Lupin called out to her. He saw her tear-filled eyes and knew she was out of options. " Just do something Hermione! "

Hermione wildly looked around and saw Snape's notebook, glowing in the fog, near a dagger. " Professor, buy me time, please! " she begged.

Lupin nodded as Blaise stood up, his eyes in menacing rage.

" I've always thought you were pathetic as a teacher! " he spat out, as he spat out blood.

" I've always thought you were pathetic as a student, " Lupin growled back.

Hermione scanned the pages and saw nothing but blankness. A hand grabbed her leg and she cried out. It was Daphne. Her wand was out, facing her.

" Blood- blood on the notebook…last pages- " Daphne gasped before becoming unconscious once more.

Sacrifice blood! Hermione grabbed the dagger and held out her palm, exposing the last few pages. She looked away as she felt the dagger slice through her skin. Blood tipped out from the clean wound and her eyes widened, seeing the pages glow, and the words began appearing…ancient runes…these were ancient runes! She read them, with all of her memory, all of her strength, cryptic letters page after page…

To end the cycle, one must perish. Blood of the servant or the blood of the master, sacrificed blood… gained or lost. The heart that has been opened will be closed by the same entity. The living horcrux must be stabbed to where it lies. The heart… The dagger of serpents… the pendant of the triad of heirs…innocent blood and tainted blood, drip for the ground and into the cauldron- open fire for the notebook, to seal this secret- whoever you are, well done…you will either make the master live or make him expire...do what is right…follow the trail of blood…

Hermione trembled. Innocent? Tainted? How was she to tell? Whose blood should she sacrifice! She reached out for Draco once more, her body stinging against the shield. Her face contorted in pain and she finally entered what was inside. She gave out a cry, seeing Draco's blood spill all over the ground-

To end the cycle one must perish…

The heart that has been opened will be closed by the same entity…

The living horcrux must be stabbed where it lies…

Hermione began to cry as she raised the snake dagger, the snakes hissing at the unwanted hands- the hands of a Gryffindor…. Suddenly she screamed, almost loosing her footing as the single hand became an arm…his arm was coming out! He was climbing out of Harry's- Draco's heart! And Draco looked at her, his eyes shining with tears and he nodded weakly, still suspended in the air…And she felt herself falter…no…Draco…one must perish…both of them will! This was the only heart Draco had! Draco was the only one she had left! She-

His eyes widened, and he gasped out as the arm stretched once more. He grit his teeth, shuddering violently. Hermione sobbed as she held the little black notebook in her hands. And she cut Draco's hand and blood began to pour out of it, grabbing the broken triad pendant, she let his blood flow over it, hoping her crazy idea would work; only to see him alive and well…The pendant glowed, despite the many jewels missing now. Her eyes widened, and she stuck the pendant onto Draco's open heart and the hand that was clenching began to sizzle- it was burning alive! The arm crept out faster now, feeling the terror of losing his chance to become whole. And suddenly a face materialized out of the green vapor…

Lord Voldemort!

She gasped, trembling more than ever. He was resisting the pendant! He hissed at her, his facial features like that of a shriveled serpent. He was becoming more human with each passing second.

Innocent blood and tainted blood- drip for the ground…

What did that mean! What in Merlin's name did that mean? Hermione's eyes looked around wildly, searching for the answer, feeling Draco's life connected with her own. She felt lost, alone- brainless! Lupin was fighting Blaise off, and he was bleeding bad- Blaise never gave up…Ron eyed her as he fought off Warrington who was heading for her.

" Hermione…" Draco gasped out with all he had. " Do it, even if it!- " He cried out as Voldemort's face smoked up despite his rapid evolution, the pendant still on top of Draco's chest.

Hermione shook her head, not knowing what to do. Tears escaped her eyes as her hands shook, wondering what else she could do- wondering what was needed to be done. Who was innocent? Who was tainted? Where to get the blood!

…will be closed by the same entity…

Was it the dagger? She shook her head, praying it would be right. And she stabbed through Voldemort's face one, and stabbed through Draco's heart. The snakes clamped on Draco's skin.

" Do it! " Draco shouted, tears pouring out of his eyes, blood coming out of his mouth. Voldemort's figure gave a scream as Draco did too.

Hermione cried harder than ever as she plunged the dagger deeper into Draco's heart, feeling his pain, it was like killing two people at one time…Harry and Draco….and Voldemort's fully formed hand reached out for her, grabbing her arm with surprising strength and it burned her skin as she struggled.

" You son-of-a-! " Hermione cried out, resisting the burn on her arm.

" My serpents won't see me die…" Voldemort whispered in a hollow hiss. Hermione saw the snakes letting go of Draco's skin, slowly climbing up for her hand, the hand holding them.

And they bit her skin, and she screamed but didn't let go. And she saw blood coming out from her pale hand…and she knew what those words tainted and innocent meant-!

Innocent blood and tainted blood- drip for the ground…

She took out the dagger raised it high in the air as Voldemort's face began to take form…his nose took shape, his narrow eyes became wider…and she stabbed herself in her heart with the use of the same dagger. And the snakes on the hilt recoiled from her hand and dropped to the ground, becoming silver and emerald once more.

" You fool- " Voldemort's snake-like tongue flicked out. " A heart for a heart…? It will not work…!" His now wide eyes glowed red and green.

Hermione felt like collapsing, but she struggled to walk for Draco's body as Voldemort's hand reached out for her neck. He began choking her, like a python would do to its prey, and Hermione struggled to breathe…it was not done yet!

Onto the ground…follow the trail…

Hermione clasped Draco's hand and felt her warm blood mixing with his. The blood dropped once by one. And she saw Voldemort's face looking choked but still he held onto her throat. It was burning her! He was burning her throat! Her breathing became constricted more than ever as blood kept dripping to the ground. She stabbed Voldemort's hand with the dagger and took away the pendant from Draco's chest.

" I am the last horcrux…" he hissed at her face. And his body slowly emerged out, and he dropped to the ground like a snake would. He stood, he looked more than emaciated. He was a walking corpse- his skin glistened like scales would and it was a bizarre position his body movement gave.

" Stay that way! " Hermione cried out, running for the cauldron, dagger, notebook and pendant clutched close to her chest. He grabbed her by the ankle and she fell, the pendant falling away from her. Voldemort slowly stood up again, with great difficulty as his ribs began to flesh out. The line of blood from her hand and Draco's trailed forward…trailed for the-

Blaise saw the pendant fall from her grip and he ran for it. He had to get to it, no matter what! Lord Voldemort was almost coming to life! He saw his ghostly skeletal figure and he smiled in triumph…

" Ron! " Hermione cried; her eyes desperate for the pendant. Ron lunged at it the same time Blaise did. " Throw it to the cauldron! " She cried out.

And Ron did, but not until Blaise pushed him away. And the pendant flew into the air, and time froze for them, except for the suspended pendant…

It landed into the cauldron with a plop.

Their eyes widened…Blaise started for Hermione. " You little-! " He took out his wand." Avada-! "

" Expelliarmus! " Lupin shouted out, having stood up from his dazed moment. Blaise shot all the way towards a tombstone, breaking it into bits.

Voldemort slowly stood up. He stared at Hermione with fanatical red eyes and an intimidating smile. " It is too late mudblood…"

Hermione gasped, as she lay supported by her elbows on the ground. Then she remembered the dagger in her hand. She side-swiped the ghostly looking Voldemort and stumbled for the cauldron.

" So spills the blood of the innocent and the tainted! " she cried out. Voldemort's eyes widened as his skeletal hand reached out for her heart. She dropped the dagger into the boiling cauldron along with the little black notebook.

Voldemort clutched her chest. His spindly fingers were reaching into her heart; she gasped and clutched at Voldemort's cold hands as he smiled in victory. " It is finished…" And the sharp fingers slowly entered her heart...and she could feel everything around her go cold…something was stealing her warmth…he was getting inside her…

A tear escaped from Hermione's eye…it was over definitely…nothing happened…Draco would die…she would die…and she could feel her eyes closing on her…and behind Voldemort's back she saw Draco…and it was a dream…that he was standing, walking for her…it was all a dream…and she felt welcomed by the sleep that was calling out to her…this was rest…rest was near…Draco…she wanted to reach out to him…Draco… she did not know which was the greater agony, her pain or his….her death or his….

Ron cried out as he tried to reach for Hermione but another barrier had been put up, by the regenerating Voldemort. " Hermione! " he yelled as tears came out from his eyes. " Break! Damn it! Break! " And he tried spell after spell to break the barrier and so did Lupin...

" Hermione! " someone called out. It sounded like Ron…but Ron was gone…was he? He left…she wondered if Harry was there...with Draco…a good dream…a dream she didn't want to end…and she saw Harry…Harry….

Blaise's eyes never left Lord Voldemort's. He was here! In the flesh! He had succeeded! Only he had remained faithful! The power! The power! He was to be awarded- He saw Marko Sarovic, slowly stepping away, and his nostrils burned. Marko…you traitor! And he held out his wand and pointed to an unsuspecting Marko. " Avada Kedavra! "

And Marko's eyes widened as the green blaze headed straight for him and Nott's eyes widened as he ran for Marko.

" Marko! " Nott shouted.

" Pansy…" Marko thought.

And then Nott stopped, feeling his knees sinking to the ground. Marko lay still, his chest did not show signs of breathing. And he choked, trying to hold back a cry. Marko-! And Nott shook Marko's body roughly, shouting at him to wake up. He had promised Pansy! He promised! He had failed! " Blaise! " Nott shouted amidst the howl of the forces. " I'll kill you-! I swear I will! "

Blaise glared at Nott. " I'll let you try. "

And Nott rose out his wand, but not before a flash of strong light blinded them all temporarily.

Nott's eyes widened further as the flesh of Lord Voldemort became more prominent. He had Daphne in his arms as they knelt on the ground. It was over, Lord Voldemort was-

Lupin's heart pounded as he felt that it was over. He bit back a cry, seeing Hermione's body fall on the ground like a rag doll- he had just seen Hermione Granger- the brilliant Auror die…and Voldemort was taking the shape of-

And to the eyes of everyone else, Voldemort suddenly gave out a piercing, animal-like cry…a cry of a dying man…he had let go of Hermione's body and was now on the ground, clutching his body all over…his head…his arms…his chest…

" No! " Voldemort cried out, raising his skeletal arms into the sky, as if calling out for some force to help him. His pale face began peeling off bit by bit, flying into the fog, flying into the wind. His fingers disintegrated like ash, his heart was slowly being exposed- and it glowed! And there was the horcrux…and suddenly the horcrux began to brittle down as well, its light slowly fading from its core…

The ashes of Voldemort hit Blaise's face, and he shouted out in pain. The ashes were burning through his skin! He stared in horror as his skin began to peel off as well, fading like Voldemort's. He screamed and tried to swat it away like a man would to a fly- to no use. And his arms burned from the contact…in his haste, he dropped his wand, and he seemed like a blind man, crawling all over the ground to find it and to protect his body. And the ashes burned through his eyes…

The ashes flew around Lupin and Ron, and they all scrambled to take cover, but still they were burned and they used the Imperturbable spell, as a last resort, and the ashes hit their temporary shields with brute force, slowly burning through them once more.

He stared hard at Blaise and the rest of them slowly, then to Hermione who was lying on the ground…he spun around with great effort and saw the body of Draco Malfoy- his living horcrux, now on the ground with blood all over him…his chest was in a tragic state…the light would never be his…he would never survive… He had laid dormant for so long…he had waited…his servants, they had betrayed him…but Lord Voldemort never fails completely…he only rests, he only bides his time…and with his mouth half open, the last of his face and his body scattered into the wind as he echoed, " I am Lord Voldemort! "

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A/N: Well, HE WAS Lord Voldemort. Haha. Sorry, major cheesy joke. woah. that was an action packed chapter now, wasn't it? It's also the longest i've ever done yet!!! I seriously expect a review from you! i ain't updating unless i find my reviews quite plentiful! (evil laughter). i had a hard time with this chapter cause i had second thoughts about killing Lupin, Ron, Blaise, Nott and the others.I also had second thoughts of Actually making Lord Voldie live again. I guess my first thoughts prevailed, eh? hehe. i'm down to the last few chapter, so give me some loving. also, i'm not replying to the individual reviews cause i think this chappie's answered your questions.

i really need some distraction- this week, i've painted my sneakers, gothic style, i also bathed my adorable fat-ass rabbit and i've been creating the last few chapters for the chemicals between us. i'm quite excited actually. i've been to my doctor lately and that's why i've been looking for distractions. she tells me to be patient with my treatment, and sometimes i find it hard, cause even at night, there's pains all over and i feel so bad, both emotionally and physically. i guess i just have to live this through, though, i'm not dying and all, but i'm still afraid. really, i am. i've never been this afraid for myself since i had a hernia operation when i was seven years old. haha.

anyway, i hope you enjoyed this chapter.

till the next installment! R.E.V.I.E.W please?