Moukin: Geeze. I meant to put the chapter up earlier, but so many things are crazy around me!

Draco: .lounging in a chair.

Harry: .walks up to Draco and just stands there.

Draco: What the hell are you doing?

Harry: YO MAMMA! .runs off quickly.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own anything about Harry Potter. But…this story is mine, if you take it, fear the FLAMING DUCKIES OF DOOM! Please email me if you know of anyone that has taken it. Tanks!

Chapter 2: Blood and Death

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"Expelliarmus!" McGonagall yelled.

Harry's wand flew from his hand and into McGonagall's.

"Stop this nonsense!" The anger was rising in the headmistress.

She had thought that the two would have gotten over their childish rivalry, but things had not changed between the boys. They acted as if they had merely been on summer vacation instead of 3 years.

Harry walked from behind Draco and near McGonagall. He called his wand back from McGonagall's grip with wandless magic. Both McGonagall and Draco looked amazed at the mere sight of wandless magic, but quickly gained composure.

"I'll put an end to this childish rivalry. Draco's dorm will be expanded to house another. You'll each have seprate rooms connected by a bathroom and a study. And please do realize that there will be students in the school, and Draco is a teacher here. Having you two trying to kill one another around every corner will not be tolerated!" McGonagall breathed heavily.

Neither said a word. Harry was merely surprised that Draco would be allowed to teach at the school. He thought McGonagall had lost her sense to let a former Death Eater teach students. McGonagall recognized Harry's astonishment quickly.

"Draco is our potions master." She informed him. "I'm not going to put you in any house, you shall just be studying with them. You are too old to be with children as well."

Harry rolled his eyes away from McGonagall. He hated being here. He had vowed to never return. The memories of his friends invaded his mind more than usual. As he walked the halls to his dorm, they seemed to speak to him. It was as if they held all the conversations his friends had ever had in the school. The sudden remembrance of the suppressed memories was beginning to make his head hurt.

McGonagall escorted Harry to the dungeons, with Draco trailing from behind. She tapped the wall with her wand and the bricks cleared an archway for them. They entered a quite large study, which was like a small library. It was filled with every book on potions, even some that were restricted. There was a small desk, Harry was sure that Draco had a larger one in his room. As soon as McGonagall showed Harry the way to his room, he had locked himself in it for the rest of the day.

The room was dark and damp, much unlike the Gryffindor Common Room, which had a very warm feeling. Again Harry remembered the warm feeling of being with his friends. As he sat on the cold, stone floor he yearned for alcohol. It was what kept his problems locked away for the past years. But Harry refused to leave his room, it was as if he were punishing them by not giving them the pleasure of his presence.

Harry didn't want to look at Draco…or McGonagall, for that matter. That night was the first one in 2 years that Harry didn't pass out, drunkly, in order to obtain sleep.

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Harry walked into the Riddle house with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of the Order at his side. Ginny was the closest to him, and she shivered in fear.

"Don't worry," Harry whispered to her and smiled, "I'll protect you."

Ginny half-heartedly smiled.

The house was as dirty and dark as ever, it still seemed as if no life had been there for years, but Harry knew better. They had been secretly tailing Voldemort. Of course the evil leader was clever, he never left much of a trail. The group walked, following Harry. As they walked, fear grew inside of them…until…

"CRUCIO!" Voices everywhere. Suddenly…everything went black.

Harry awoke, his wrists burning. As his vision cleared he was bound to the wall. He quickly began struggling to gain freedom, but the ropes were magically binding.

"Ah…" A quite familiar hiss could be heard. "The festivities can now begin." Voldemort appeared in front of him.

"Let me go!" Harry yelled, fighting against the ropes.

Harry cringed in pain. He thrashed, but never yelled. He wouldn't give Voldemort the satisfaction.

"Come girl!" Voldemort grabbed hold of Ginny's arm, and pulled her from the darkness.

Harry then heard faint crying and whispers. He realized his friends were all restrained in the darkness. He could only see Voldemort and Ginny. Ginny had tear stains running down her face. She looked completely and utterly, broken.

"Let her go!" Harry's face grew red in anger as he screamed.

Voldemort laughed manically as he forced the fear stricken girl to face Harry.

"You will watch the light leave her eyes." Voldemort's smirk grew. "Aveda Kedavra!"

"HARRY!" Ginny's once loving and warm eyes were lifeless and cold. She fell to the floor with a thud as she said his name.

"Ginny!" Harry thrashed, ignoring the horrible pain it was bringing him. "You bastard!"

Harry cursed at Voldemort repeatedly. He thrashed until blood soaked the ropes and began dripping down the wall. He didn't care…Voldemort had killed Ginny.

"Crucio!" Voldemort laughed again as Harry cringed again in agonizing pain. "You've sworn your vengance and look!" Voldemort pointed at himself. "Actionless words!"

Voldemort ripped Hermione from the grip of the Death Eater holding her and she fell to the floor. Blood stained her face. Hermione touched Ginny's cold face in disbelief before being pulled up by an arm to face the snake-like lord. Voldemort touched Hermione's cheek and then quickly turned his face again to Harry.

"You'll watch them all die, Potter. Aveda Kedavra!"

Hermione fell on top of Ginny, as if they were worthless trash to be thrown away.

"STOP!" Harry began to cry. "Kill me already! Leave them out of this!"

Voldemort smiled, knowing that he had broken Harry. But he wasn't nearly done yet, there were so many ways he wanted to break Harry. Then he was going to enjoy killing him, oh yes…it was all planned out.

"BASTARD!"

Voldemort's attention was quickly turned to a red head running towards him, screaming.

"Aveda Kedavra!"

Ron fell to the floor instantly a head from Hermione. But his arm was extended, his hand touching hers.

One by one they were all killed. Harry could do nothing. He struggled and cried as they died. His body was numb.

"You're weak, Potter. Weak." Voldemort laughed as he walked to Harry. "I have no reason to fear you now. So what if all of the Horcruxes have been destroyed? I'm still as powerful as ever and you're too distraught to perform a killing curse."

Harry breathed heavily.

"I'll never let you…LIVE!" Harry suddenly jumped on Voldemort, catching him by surprise. As he did Voldmort's wand flew from his hand and onto the floor a few yards away.

"Crucio. Crucio. Crucio!" Harry couldn't count how many times he preformed the curse. "Sectumsempra!" He preformed this curse countless times as well.

Voldemort's dark black blood poured from his face and onto the floor.

"Say hello to the devil, GO TO HELL! Aveda Kedavra!" Harry screamed.

Voldemort died there. It was the end. His body turned to ash. Harry breathed heavily as he sank to his knees, crying and screaming. His friends were all dead, and because of him. All because of his decision to bring them to the Riddle house. Voldemort hadn't expected him to bring everyone. He had thought Harry would try and be the hero. But it played so wonderfully into his hands. Harry looked at Voldemort's ashes and wish it was his lying dead on the cold floor with his friends.

He looked up to see…Draco.

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There you go! I hope you enjoy the lovely cliff-hanger. Thanks for the wonderful reviews! I was just happy it got hits! Yay! I'm definitely going to continue. It's all written in my notebook. I've just got to revise it when I type it and you'll have it!

Ps: I'll try not to take so long this time!