"Incendio!" Harry roared, hurling the spell at Danica who dodge rolled across the floor to avoid it. No. This couldn't be happening. She betrayed them. No. Not her. Anyone but her.

"Harry, stop, let me explain!" she cried out, bending backwards as Diffindo, the severing charm was fired at her.

"Fight back! Fight me, Danica!" he shouted into the cold empty air of the Ministry's lobby. A piece of the wall Danica just stood in front of broke off, crashing into the ground when Danica moved aside, avoiding another painful spell. She refused to raise her wand against him. Good. Because Harry would finish her.

"You don't understand! They were going to kill him, Harry! I had to!" Danica hysterically tried to get Harry to listen because he would hurt her. She had no doubt in her mind that he would cause her some sort of pain. But that didn't matter. He had to know. He had to know why she betrayed everyone.

"Who? Who is so important that you betrayed us all! And for him! For Voldermort! How could you, Danica? I TRUSTED YOU!" An explosion went off behind Danica, causing her to tumble and flip forward, skidding across the floor as the impact of Harry's Expulso hit another wall, creating a giant hole through it.

"Remus! I did it for Remus! They were going to kill him, Harry if I didn't do as they said! Protego!" An unknown spell, a powerful one at that was aimed at her but the shield propelled it back towards Harry. He dove out of the way, firing Stupefy at her as he slid by. Danica rolled away and back onto her feet.

"He would rather die! He would've rather die than have you betray us all like that!"

"I did it for you too," Harry charged at her but she managed to twist him around, using his own momentum, and hold him in a headlock. Danica looked down into his face, stricken with rage, grief and mourning, to see tears streaming down his face. His wand fell out of his fingertips and rolled away.

Harry hated how he still felt that warm tingly sensation when she touched him. He hated how she now held an advantage over him. And he hated most of all how he kept telling himself how he loved the girl who was responsible for the death of his godfather. "You traitor! I trusted you! Ron and Hermione trusted you! SIRIUS TRUSTED YOU!"

"He wasn't supposed to die!" Her voice cracked and he felt her loosen her grip on him as guilt almost brought her to her knees. She blamed herself. Harry blamed her too. It was her fault. Sirius is gone. Sirius is dead. "We had a deal, Harry. They would've killed everyone. Ron, Hermione, Ginny. All of them would be dead if I didn't convince them otherwise!"

"You should've said no! You should've told the Order and we would've figured it all out!"

"Don't you see it? I was bound into this plan the second us three walked into Hogsmeade to see Remus as soon as his arrest was made. They would've killed him, then and there, right after we left if I had said no."

Harry closed his eyes, the lump in his throat throbbing as he tried to keep himself from crying. She had been a spy, a deceiver for that long. In that time he had fallen in love with her. In that time he had trusted this girl with every decision, every secret, even his life. And she had taken advantage of all that. And for what? To save a man who could've saved himself?

She had broken her promise that she made to him. She had not protected him. She led him and his friends straight into danger. And it cost Sirius his life. The only family he had left was now gone and it was all her fault.

Harry would rather her die. He would've rather her end up dead than become a traitor and side with the very people she had vowed to fight against. Because the pain of losing Sirius along with the agony of Danica's deception was too much to handle. How could she? After everything they've been through, she picked them, she picked HIM.

Harry shook his head vigorously, screaming at the top of his lungs for the traitor to get her filthy hands off him. She is the flesh and blood of Bellatrix Lestrange. She is the daughter, the offspring, the replacement for Voldermort's best and last lieutenant. She is a Death Eater now. The first girl he had ever loved is now his second greatest enemy.

He threw his head back, hitting his skull against her nose, causing her to let go of him. He raced to his wand, knowing that she followed close behind, prepared to tackle to him to the ground to avoid another fight.

Rage burned his entire body, choked him on his own words as he spun around, his wand raised at that face that still took his breath away. The Lorenzo smile was long gone, replaced by a quivering lip and stormy eyes. She had been found out. The snake had been caught. She betrayed them, stabbed them all in the back. Danica Lorenzo would never again be welcomed into the Order, into the Weasley's. They would erase her from their lives; rip apart the memories until nothing remained. She was no longer the girl who he had spent hours talking to him, laughing with him. She was just another face that he would see on the other side of the battlefield when that fateful day came.

Danica was now no better than Peter Pettigrew, the man who practically handed his parents' lives into Voldermort's hands. She was just as low, just as filthy, and just as foul.

"CRUCIO!"

The sound of Danica's tortured screams made his blood turn cold. Mere hours ago he would've done anything he could to stop those screams. But now, he just kept his wand pointed at her. And he watched as she squirmed, twitched upon the floor in ripping agony. She screamed for him to stop, to forgive her. He saw the fire being set off inside her behind her gray eyes as they streamed tears of pain. Knowing he was causing her this type of pain killed him inside. But she deserved it. Sirius was dead because of her!

"HARRY! STOP! PLE-" She wailed as the sound of her own howls was sent spiraling into the entire Ministry building. The pain, the agony, the immense and crushing torment was something no one should ever have to go through. But she did. She stared up into the green eyes that looked so sad, so angry that it only hurt more. He knew what he was doing. And he wasn't stopping.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as the screaming, the wails and the bellowing only grew louder as the agony began to seep into her bones. How much longer? How much more could she take until she was thrown into madness?

The sting, the horrible and heart-wrenching sting of being betrayed and losing Sirius made him want to stick around and find out. He wanted her to feel the pain he now felt within himself. But 100 times magnified.

But Remus slapped Harry's wand out of his hand and pushed him down and onto the ground.

The trance was broken. Harry watched, breathlessly and strength drained, leaning back on his elbows, as Remus held back Danica's hair while she vomited from the torture Harry had just put her through.

He had cast an Unforgivable Curse. He had tortured Danica, his rock, his invincible love, to the breaking point. She sobbed uncontrollably as every spot Remus touched was incredibly sore, incredibly hurt. As if she was burned all over. The tears poured down her face as she found that she could hardly sit up.

His hands felt dirty. They felt contaminated. He, Harry Potter, was no longer better than the Death Eaters he had been fighting. He was no better than the girl lying feet from him in a pile of after shock and disbelief.

"HARRY! WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?" Lupin bellowed, his eyes crazed, pushed over the edge as he looked over at the boy who was now like his son. Danica lay on her stomach, still whimpering and crying, ever part of her body feeling burnt and broken.

"I didn't, I mean, Remus, I'm so-"

"WE'RE THROUGH HARRY POTTER! FINISHED!" Danica's voice broke, sounding raspy and dry, almost gone from screaming so loud and so much. She glared him down with her now black eyes, growling menacingly. "YOU WILL REGRET THIS DAY!"

And at that moment, Rodolphus Lestrange stormed into the chamber, kicking Remus back and away from Danica before he could even draw his wand. Lupin scrambled to his feet but the Death Eater fired Rodolphus Lestrange stormed into the chamber, kicking Remus back and away from Danica before he could even draw his wand. Lupin scrambled to his feet but the Death Eater fired Immobulus at him so Lupin could only stand and watch as Lestrange picked up Danica into his arms although she howled in pain.

"Get your hands off of her!" Remus barked, trying desperately to move. But he stood helpless, in shock and revolt as Danica slipped her arms around the Death Eater's neck, around her real father.

"She's my daughter. Not yours." Rodolphus snapped, walking straight past Harry who could not find the strength or the will to try and move, to try and stop him. Take her for all I care.

"DANICA!" Remus roared, his expression twisted in desperation. He was losing her to the Dark Side. She had chosen a side. And for the first time, it was not Remus she wanted.

"Sorry, Remus. But Harry has made it very clear about where I belong." She took a last, long painful at Remus, her guardian, her angel, her love. The urge to cry had long disappeared. Now she stared blankly at Harry who still lay on the floor, shocked, traumatized. "I finally realized where my loyalty lies."

And in a blur of black mist and smoke, Harry's heart stopped and his breathing quickened, panic rising in him as well as blinding fear. For the Dark Lord just arrived. And just like Danica, the dark seemed to bend around him, to shape to his form, attracted and bound to him.

The man who killed his parents stood before Harry. Evil radiated from him, steamed out from his pores. He smelt of death, of sorrow. The most feared Wizard throughout the entire world appeared before Harry. Majestic authority, spine rattling power, gut –wrenching fear shimmered in the air around him. And Harry found himself captivated in the monstrosity of it all.

His snake-like eyes settled on Remus in disgust. But then he saw Harry lying upon the floor, his distraught state clearly obvious. The Dark Lord is not a stupid man. He put the pieces together. The battle worn chamber, the whimpering girl in his ally's arms, the emotional train wreck that is Harry Potter and the werewolf frozen where he stands. Voldermort gave a menacing smile.

"Looks like you did more to damage to yourself than I could have. Well done, Harry Potter. You have now promised me my greatest weapon of all."

Voldermort never touched anyone. He never let anyone else touch him. But at this, he reached over and stroked the face of Danica Lorenzo, cherishing his now most prized possession. Rodolphus glowed with pride. But to Harry's surprise, Danica did not flinch away. She did not pull back. She leaned forward, welcoming the Dark Lord's touch, welcoming his blessings.

Then the three dwellers of the dark vanished. Danica, Harry's light, his strength, his courage, went with his greatest enemy. And she now became the second person he would have to kill by his own hand.

All of this could have been avoided. He could have forgiven Danica. But instead he tortured her, drove her into the arms of the enemy. Now the Order lost its most valued youth. Lupin lost his sun. Now all that remained was the moon, himself.

Harry realized that he drove Danica away.

He drove her to become the Death Eater he would have to meet on the battlefield.

He drove her to truly betray them all.

And it was all his fault.