Author's Note: Ok! Here is the final Alternate Ending! This one by Mitch, my third best friend...no...Becky, Mitch, Heather are not ranked by when I posted their chapters and I don't rank my friends lol they're just my best friends. So there! lol Ok well this is Mitch's ending. He really really hates Draco and he really hates all the crap I had Draco do to me in this story so don't expect him to have mercy on Draco. Also, the wings thing...yeah that's his Jesus powers lol Yes we really do call him Jesus...Ok here it is!

Draco continued to "punish" Schyler even after she had bent to his will once again. Throwing the curse he had seen his father perform at the beginning of the night, the cruciatus curse, and anything else that crept into the dark perverted recesses of his mind.

Now nothing more than a curled up ball of bloodied flesh and cloth, Draco relented his attack.

Lit by candlelight, the dark dank dungeon of a basement shone with an eerie light straight out of a satanic horror flick. As if on cue, a thunderstorm started bellowing out its presence into the pitch of night. Ravens perched atop an ancient weeping willow outside the mansion, staring within with cold, beady eyes full of death.

Schyler doesn't even have the ability to move, speak, or even think. Her breathing is shallow. Draco just stood there, and heaved a contented sigh. No sooner had the breath left his mouth, that it turned icey, and brutal wind tore through the isolated torture room. Draco stands there, not really sure whats going on, but sensing an almost tangible feeling of dread in the air. Schyler doesn't even notice any of this. The candles flicker, fighting to stay alight, before they go out entirely.

Now only darkness.

Draco pulls out his wand and tries to cast light about himself, but not one of his spells work. As he's fidgeting with attempts to create light, he starts to hear footsteps. "Who's there?" croaks forth from Draco, terror starting to dig its icey talons into his spine, and slowly climb into his neck. "I have a wand!" his voice laughably shaky.

Deep booming laughter erupts from both nowhere, and everywhere, from behind him, in front of him, to his sides, resonating inside his skull, nearly enough to spark a migraine. Draco stands there, too terrified to move.

The calm voice of Schyler breaks the silence, "Why did you hurt me?".

"I'll hurt you again if you don't stop this!" He spouts forth with as much anger as terror in his voice.

Only silence now. Draco starts walking around, trying to feel around for the walls, having been in that dungeon enough times that he feels confident that he can just walk up the steps, and this will be over. He doesn't find those walls, he finds nothing. No walls, no support beams, no barrels with candles atop them. He kneels down to touch the ground, but although his hand makes contact, he cannot feel anything, though he knows he should. Shocked at this, he starts to run, and keeps running.

In the darkness ahead of him, twin luminescent eyes of crimson fire stare at him, but no body. Too terrified to move, Draco just stands there stiff. The eyes, start to draw closer, swaying as if they really were attached to a creature and not just floating. Suddenly the eyes pick up the pace, and the ground starts to tremble as it lets loose a deafening growl. This thing, running at blinding speed, lunges at the stunned Draco. But just as the eyes were a foot from his face, in mid leap, the thing vanishes, leaving a wake of violent wind, blasting Draco off his feet and onto his back.

No sooner had he fallen, that he got up and started sprinting away, terror stricken. A light started coming into view ahead, and he took no heed in getting to it as fast as possible. The light shone from nowhere, down onto two figures that Draco could not even vaguely describe as he was running.

"Help me Draco!!" Draco stops, finally making sense of the shapes. Schyler screamed as a skinless rotting dog twice her size had pinned her, and was trying to catch her head in its gnarled bloodied teeth. Schyler's head weaving left and right, arms holding the dog up off her, was crying for Draco to help her.

Draco felt for his wand, but found it missing. Not feeling any desire to risk his own safety for someone lesser than him without the help of his magic, Draco ran, without remorse, and only thinking of his own safety.

"NOOOOO-----!!!" came a scream from behind him, but was cut short, and Draco knew why it had stopped so suddenly, and felt no sadness, he didn't look back, and kept on running.

Eventually his pace started to slow, as his body started to feel the effects of constant running, and the wear of pounding adrenaline. He sat down, but as quick as he had, drowsiness and sleep overtook him, and he fell backwards into a fitful sleep.

He awoke in a sweat, not knowing what he dreampt about, or how long he had slept. Blinking a few times and feeling around, seeing no light and feeling the nothingness of the floor, Draco realised that he wasn't simply having a nightmare.

He picked his body up from the floor, and stood up. Another light in the distance shone down, this time, on a house. He ran towards it as fast as he could, seeking refuge in its walls. Had he thought more about it, or had even paid attention when he was together with Schyler, he'd have realised that this was Schyler's grandmother's house.

He pulled open the large glass door of the bottom floor, and stepped inside, and shut the door behind him. He walked towards the wall, and tried flipping the lightswitch on, but to no avail. The house was content to be lit by candles. Walking out of that first room, he saw the kitchen, and went to the fridge. Grabbing a can of soda, he popped the top, and started to drink. Turning around from the fridge, soda spat out from his mouth and nose simultaneously as his eyes sprung open wide and in shock. There standing before him was a bloodied Schyler, evidently after the dog finished her off earlier.

"You didn't save me..." Her ice cold tone trailed off. "Don't you love me?"

"Stay away from me!" he says backing up as she starts to walk towards him.

"I thought you loved me..." still slowly walking towards him, as he bumps into the sink, and can't go any further.

"Stay away from me i'm serious, i'll...i'll kill you!" He shakily spouts as he finds a knife on the counter.

"I loved you... why didn't you save me" still moving forward.

"I warned you!" he yells as he plunges the knife into her chest. The knife buries into her, but nothing happens, no blood, no flinch.

Schyler looks down at the knife and then back up at him. And with a tear in her eye, "I always knew you were nothing but a cowardly worm."

Draco, flustered, and panicked, pulls out the knife and repeatedly stabs her.

Suddenly, the floor gives out, the house and Schyler vanish, and Draco starts to fall towards the moonlit grounds of a very old, very small graveyard.

Slamming into the ground, Draco can feel his bones shatter, and wonders why he's not dead, and how much he wishes he was. He lays there groaning in pain, coming to a rest propped up against a very large crosslike statue. In front of him, scattered about the 50 feet in front of him, are a few bundles of gravestones. Each one casting a little bit of light around it from solitary candles perched atop their stone ephigies.

Crackling into existence in the center of the space in front of him, a darkly tanned man with a strong muscled build, and tribal tattoos running all over his body. Easily seven feet tall, with long flowing, radiant burnt brown hair, bright blue eyes alight the same color of fire. Tattered and shredded black pants, and a necklace of glowing orbs about his neck. The color left from Draco's face, this figure simply oozed evil intent.

It pointed at Draco, and he starts to lift from the ground. Floating towards the man's outstratched hand, until finally he closed his massive hand around Draco's throat, and held him aloft in the air.

"You don't talk" deeper than any human voice is possible of reaching, and more piercing than anything that could be dreamed of, boomed this Demon.

Draco, caught in the Demons grasp, fights to get away, crying in fright.

"No, the fun has only just begun," giving a wicked smile. "But before we get started I believe you have something that belongs to me," the Demon looked down to Draco's chest, where there was a visible glowing light within him. "Your soul Draco. Your soul is tainted with the pain and blood of others, and you've no need of it now. I'm here to take it," He says with a malicious grin.

The Demon takes his other hand, and with daggerlike nails, tears into Draco's chest, twisting and churning it inside him. Draco's nerves were on fire with searing pain. Finally he firmly grasps something inside him. He pulls out Draco's still beating heart, pulsing slowly with a dull grayish light. Draco can only gasp in utter horror and disbelief.

"Can you hear them Draco?" the Demon brings the heart to his ear, "Can you hear the screams, can you hear the luscious groans of pain?" the Demon shudders, "They make my spine tingle" the Demon finishes with a sinister grin.

Balling his hand into a fist, enclosing the still beating heart, he squeezes. Draco looks on with dread. Opening his hand he reveals another glowing jewel of light, and fastens it to his necklace. The Demon flashes with a faint gray color.

"Now we can really begin." Holding Draco aloft, with a deafening snap, giant sinewy black wings erupt from the Demons back, quicker than the eye can see. A small pool of liquid forms beneath Draco's feet.

"Now now Draco, I know thats not blood" the Demon laughs with indignation. "Shall we then, we have a life time of punishment in store for you, and so little time" The Demon punctuates his sentence with thunderous laughter."

The surroundings shift in a blinding flash. Draco finds himself standing in the Slytherin common room, with all of his housemates going about their business. He can't seem to move at all, or speak.

"I know every single place that you've hurt Schyler, 'punished' her, tortured her. And i'm going to take you to each one, one after the other." The Demon said with calm reserve, unable to be seen. "You know nothing of the meaning of pain. Mortals like yourself, have only been able to skim the surface. But unlike your pathetic cruciatus curse," the Demon spat at the name as if it gave him a bad taste in his mouth, "you won't lose consciousness or go insane, you will feel every last bit of pain. It's been a long time since i've been allowed to have fun, and I intend to take full advantage of that." The Demon finished with heavy laughter.

The Demon phased into being right in front of Draco, he stared down into his eyes.The flame in his eyes roared higher and Draco's body was slammed backwards into a brick wall, and if you were to blink, you'd have missed it. The Demon held up an open hand, and Draco slid up the wall, ripping his back open as he sped up the coarse bricks. Then the Demon closed his hand into a fist, and Draco came crashing down at a blinding speed, making a small crater as he crashed down into the ground.

Amid the pounding pain, searing splits on his back, and broken bones, Draco wondered why his housemates weren't helping him. But as he thought that, and opened his eyes to look, his question was answered, much to his horror. Everyone in the common room was laughing at him.

"Now for the real fun," the Demon's eyes were alight with dark satisfaction and isanity. He bellowed out a series of ancient archaic words not known to man. Draco's body erupted in pain, extreme sensations of every torture imaginable, all at once. He felt like he was burning, freezing to death, drowning, having his limbs torn off, his flesh raked to ribbons, and so much more that he couldn't even begin to describe. He writhed in utter agony on the floor, screaming his lungs out.

After an unknowable amount of time, the Demon finally stopped his assault. "I think it's time for a change of scenery," he said with an obvious tone of enjoyment. He stepped forward and grabbed Draco's leg, and flew through the door, and started flying through the halls of Hogwarts to the next room Draco tortured Schyler. Every sharp turn and narrow hallway, had Draco plowing into walls, and shattering railings. "We're gonna have so much fun you and I Draco," the Demon roared with laughter as it reached the changing staircase and flew towards the ceiling, shattering through stairways.

Back in the real world...

Lucius lie in a bloody heap against the far wall of the basement, no discerning marks, or signs could tell you what part of him was which, save for the bloodied extreme pale blonde hair. Draco lie propped up against a wall, eyes wide, but distant and pale, filled with pure terror, muttering to himself about a demon, his soul, and pain.

Mitch in a shredded white shirt, and tattered blue denim pants, had just gotten done healing Schylers wounds. With tears rolling down his stern face, he wraps her up in a blanket, and picks her up. Carrying her up the stairs, he holds her tight, and opens the front door, but stops. From behind him, coming up the stairs, the Demon starts to walk towards them, with an expressionless face. Slowly he shrinks to the same size as Mitch. Walking straight up to, and then into him, they become as one.

"I'm so sorry I didn't do this sooner Sky" as another tear streaked down his face. White feathered wings gracefully unfold from the back of his shirt, and after casting his head down, jumps into the air. Holding her tight, he starts flying away from the isolation of the mansion, and back towards civilization.

Watching the whole thing, the Ravens, having seen all they needed, took to the skies in all directions.

The morning sun beamed just above the horizon, throwing back the veil of night. There were patchy clouds covering parts of the dawn sky. Birds began to sing their songs, and the morning dew glistened on the ground below. A welcome calm spread out in front of Mitch and Schyler. Schyler still slept in Mitch's arms as he glided through the air on his wings. She needed much recovery beyond just healing spells.

Schyler's grandmothers house was coming into view, and the two of them started to descend. Inside were Sky's friends Becky, and Heather, staying to comfort the family, but all in the house lie asleep in the early dawn hours.

Mitch swooped in and landed gracefully on the deck. Checking to make sure Schyler was still asleep, he headed inside. Becky and Heather lie on an air mattress in the center of the living room. Seeing no room elsewhere, Mitch laid her down on the couch, and then headed back outside. Back out on the deck, Mitch's skin began to go from a very pale tan, to a dark tan, and his hair darkened, and eyes began to burn with a etheral blue fire. To complete it all, he grew in size and a black aura started to emanate from him. Vaulting off the railing and well into the air, black wings ripped through the rest of his white shirt, and started soaring through the air faster than any broom could hope of travelling.

Sky woke up soon after,looking around and seeing her friends, and that she was in her grandmother's house, she became very confused. Then she noticed the note on her chest. She picked it up and started to read it.

Sorry I have to leave you like this without saying hello or anything at all, but... killing a deatheater and stealing his sons soul, usually isn't a good thing, and I really doubt the others are going to stand by idly. I'll be back, and i'll explain everything.

Mitch

To be continued...