So I'm pretty sure that this story is going to get a lot more sexual than I intended it to be, just so you know. Not til later on, but still, I thought I might as well warn you know, because I won;t later... that's why it is rated M. DEAL WITH IT, AND MY PERVERTED MIND. haha. anyways.

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Harry heard people shifting around him. People murmuring, but he couldn't make one voice out distinctly. He just knew he was surrounded, and he was too disoriented to care.

"Tend to him." A high voice rose above the rest, and instantly someone kneeled down beside him. There were soft hands on him, and he felt a refreshing cold on his head that made everything become crisp and clear.

He dared to open his eyes only slightly. Bellatrix was cradling his head in her arms, he snapped his eyes shut again in disbelief. It was almost a motherly care she showed him, and it made him sick, made him want to scream, and yet...

"My Lord," Her voice was practically in his ear, it made him jump. "What shall we do with him? What commands do you have for us?"

Voldemort faced her, but Harry still feigned weariness. "We return to the battle. Once he recovers, which should only be a minute, he shall walk with us, under his cloak. He shall fight as well."

Harry's stomach lurched, and anger filled his very being. He shoved Bellatrix away from him and stood in a rage, after all, what could Voldemort do? Kill him? That would be extremely fortunate. He had nothing to fear.

He stormed over to Voldemort, withdrawing his wand, having no idea what he was doing, blinded by anger...

"You will not control me, you dirty vile-"

Death Eaters stared with a loss for words as Harry Potter dared to say such things... and even more shocked to see that Voldemort did nothing, yet the boy stopped in his tracks, looking shocked.

The pleasant hissing filled Harry's soul and ears again. He lowered his wand. Voldemort saw his eyes, they were green near the center and slowly faded into red at the rims... it was a disturbing effect. Yet it made sense.

"You were saying?" Voldemort hissed, sounding quite amused.

Harry bowed again, instantly. "My Lord... Forgive me..."

Voldemort laugh, and the Death Eaters followed suit. "You see?" He announced to the circle. "He is no longer my downfall, no, he never has been. He has always belonged to me. This boy, the 'boy who lived'..."

Harry heard what he was saying, but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other. It didn't bother him. Kneeling down in front of his master felt right. He had wasted so much time, not being here in the first place. He had been so stupid...

Voldemort turned to Harry. "Put on that cloak of yours. Walk with us, but do not reveal yourself."

"Yes...of course." Harry pulled his cloak out and vanished, and found himself walking behind the group of death eaters.

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Ron knelt down, surrounded by the rest of his family. He felt empty and yet filled with emotion, wanted to scream and cry and run, and yet found that he couldn't quite move at all.

Fred's eyes were closed, if he hadn't known better, he would have thought he was sleeping. Perhaps he was, his mind thought wildly, maybe this was just another joke, and Fred would suddenly get up and start dancing around like an idiot, push his crying mum off him, and say 'Gotcha!', maybe it was just a crazy scheme, and they would all laugh until they cried some more.

But that was crazy and he was foolish for even thinking such things. It made looking at his dead face hurt that much worse...

"Ron..." He flet a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Hermione crouched behind him. "I-I'm sorry... but you need to come here..." She sounded nervous at interrupting this family tragedy, but no one else bothered to even look up, and Ron stood up and followed her silently.

Before Hermione could lead him away, however, a booming voice sounded out. "Harry Potter has not come. The hour is up. Prepare yourselves..."

And suddenly, there were sparks from spells and screams resounding from outside the castle- the battle had already started again. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly stood, hatred etched on their faces. Their sons and daughter looked as if they would fall over if they stood too fast, with their bloodshot eyes and pale faces. But the slowly got uo and followed their parents... George took a moment longer, looked into to face of his twin once more, and seemed to gain a sense of duty about him, and walked out with a purposeful and strong strut.

"I'm surprised your mum will even let them go..." Hermione muttered, but Ron didnt hear her, and shouted "Oi! Not you!"

He grabbed the sleeve of Ginny's robe, and started to drag her off. You're not fighting, no way. I won't let you..."

Normally Ginny would have instantly gotten a rise out of Ginny, but her eyes intead looked hollow and distant. "Why not?"

Ron's face reddened. "I would never forgive... I just can't let you. Please, Ginny. We don't have time to argue, they'll be in the castle any minute. Please."

Ginny didn't respond, and Ron took that for an 'okay'. Hermione led the way to the room of requirement, several long staircases and a three way walk down a hallway away.

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"Harry..."

He heard the hiss inside his head, and an instant calm came over him. "Find that Mudblood... Find that blood traitor..." He could see images of Ron and Hermione blur past, and he understood. "Kill them..."

Harry crept into the castle, looking around for any sight of them. They weren't in the battle, they must be inside... hiding, probably, in that Room...

He stalked soundlessly through the halls and up the corridors. Then, he heard them in a deserted stairwell, coming up to where he was. He removed the cloak.

"... can't leave the room once we've left, you have to promise us, Gin-Harry!" Hermione spotted Harry first, and looked positively ecstatic. "Oh Harry, I've been so worried, we were going to go look for you, but we had to take Ginny... anyways, where were-?"

She inhaled sharply as Harry pointed his wand directly at her heart. His eyes were a blood thirsty red, his face wore a look of hatred. They had never seen such on expression on Harry before- no one moved.

Harry twitched his wrist only slightly, but Ron instantly shoved Hermione and Ginny behind him, in a protective stance. "WHAT ARE YOU-?" Harry had not even said a word, He flicked his wrist and Ron went flying, a bright orange spell hit him square in the chest and he hit the wall, hard, a sickening crack resounded where his elbow hit the wall and bust.

"RON!!!" Hermione screamed, petrified, she instinctively started to run towards him, but as she started running she realized too late that Ginny was still behind her, and in that small instant where she stood bewildered, another curse fired at her, barely missing as it skimmed the hem of her right shoulder...

"Expelliarmus!" Ginny shouted, but Harry deflected her spell with an almost lazy flick of his wrost.

"Harry! HARRY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?"

"Kill her as well..." Harry held his wand at the ready, waiting. "Kill all who dare get in your way..."

Harry raised his wand once more, and was surprosed to see Ginny running at him.

"GINNY! ST-STOP!" Hermione screamed from behind.

Ginny stood a foot from him, Harry suddenly felt rooted and nervous... it smelled like flowers, and suddenly, he quite forgot what he was doing at that moment.

"Your eyes..." She sounded scared,and it bothered him immensly that this girl sound scared of him. "Harry... please, give me your wand..."

Harry stared at her. Well, why not? He slowly raised his arm, wand out and pointed down... she reached her hand slowly for his...

"KILL HER!" Harry retracted instantly, and took several steps away before pointing his wand at her. "Do not hesitate to obey!"

And Harry was ready, the curse was inside him, ready, he felt in coiled up like a snake in his mind, ready to pounce...

But she was crying, the girl was crying... no, no, that was very wrong, it was too much, he felt his hand shaking and his heart pounding...

The snake throttled against him in anger. "Why do you make things so hard on yourself, Harry?" Everything was out of focus, and he was on his knees... He couldn't seen clearly until he felt someone next to him, kneeling next to him and touching his back softly...

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Harry yelled pushing her away. He suddenly knew exactly what was going on-remembered everything.

Ginny was near him, looking stunned, Ron was unconscious, and Hermione was standing, looking confused and tearstained... and Ron... he did that too him, he attacked him, his best friend...

"It's... It's me!" His jaw ached when he talked, his head was pounding, he felt himself swerving from red to green, snake to human...

They stared, lost for words, but Harry forced himself to tell them. "I'm.. the seventh... I must... be killed... I'm a h-"

But the snake would not let him say anymore, he let out a scream of pain as he fell into blackness.

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R&R!!!