The school was prepared as it ever would be for the attack. Most of the students were gone, and the few too young to fight, in Hufflepuff. The defenders knew they could lose, and if they did, they wanted to limit those killed. Those who weren't in the castle, would likely not be hunted down, as long as they weren't known enemies, they'd live in peace. The purebloods would be given a chance to switch allegiance, and the half-bloods were likely to be enslaved, the muggle borns killed. Voldemort wasn't stupid, he knew he needed people to carry on to the next generation, and he couldn't kill them all. Of course the leaders of the Order, and the aurors, knew their fate. They had told the kids, if they were given the chance to surrender and live if the war was lost, to take it. There needed to be a resistance to move on.

Harry stood waiting, flanked by the headmaster and Fudge, on either side of him. He knew it wasn't because they were brave, and would be back up, but because they were worried he'd run. He had no idea why, Nick had never run, and he was far better trained than Nick had ever been.

Harry watched as the enemies poured in and he was concerned when he saw one of his shields fall. "Damn it."

Albus sneered at him. "You may be the hero boy, but aurors had their shields fall."

Fudge agreed with him. "I knew you shouldn't be back until right before battle, you are already too big headed."

Harry shook his head and motioned down to who had broken it. "It is Voldemort."

Albus saw the man who was coming towards the school at the head of his troops. "Well then, you should be pleased it was by the best."

Harry shook his head. "The spell, it was keyed, so Voldemort couldn't break it. I was using the magic that we shared."

Fudge looked at him. "Of course he can attack you even if you have shared magic."

Harry nodded. "He can, but not on offensive spells. All the spells, the ones down in Hufflepuff, they won't work against him."

Albus sent a patronus off to the defenders leading into the kitchens. "We will have those kids sent off, should have been already."

Harry had no idea what was going on. "He shouldn't have been able to break through it. He shouldn't."

Albus slapped him across the face. "Get your head back in the game boy now. No going hysterical like a little boy."

Harry rounded on him and leveled his wand at the man. "If I didn't think you could be of some small help, I'd hex you here and now."

Albus sneered at him. "Finally found a backbone have you? You know you'll regret it when this is done."

Harry knew he needed to speak to Severus and his time of playing with them was done. "We'll see who is sorry, when this is done."

Albus watched, unable to stop the boy, when Harry vanished suddenly from his side. For a moment he had thought that it was the cloak, but Harry didn't have it, or so he told himself. He realized it was some kind of spell, almost like a portkey, but for a certain spot. He had no idea where the boy had vanished to, but he was in the school somewhere, there was no leaving now.

Harry appeared down in Hagrid's hut. He knew he was in the very heart of the battle, but the centaurs had pushed their wards out, allowing the hut to be included in them. Neither Albus or Voldemort himself could have got in.

Lucius was shocked when he saw him. "What are you doing here?"

Harry looked at Severus. "There is something wrong with that spell you taught me. Voldemort himself broke down my offensive shields."

Severus shook his head. "Perhaps you're mistaken, there is nothing wrong with that spell. He can attack you directly, but not them."

Lucius looked at Harry knowing which ones he had worked on. "My son and the kids in Hufflepuff?"

Harry turned to look at him. "Draco will have taken them to the safe house. I sent word that the wards I had made wouldn't hold."

Severus looked at Harry. "You're certain that he was the one who brought down your wards?"

Harry turned back to look at him. "I am. I wouldn't have sent Draco off, and come here, if I wasn't."

Severus shared a look with Lucius and it dawned on him. "Hufflepuff."

Lucius was confused. "We already talked about the kids…."

Severus shook his head. "The blood ceremony in fourth year, Nick's blood, Voldemort has it."

Harry was starting to understand. "Albus didn't know Nick was a heir. Voldemort has some of the Hufflepuff powers in him."

Albus had allowed Nick to be taken, and he knew the spell wouldn't work, not totally. It would allow Voldemort to come back, as all that was needed was the blood of an enemy, but Voldemort wanted Harry. He knew Harry was an heir of Slytherin, and he needed more of that Slytherin blood in him, to come back to full strength. The story about Lily's love was false. It seems though that with Nick's blood, it formed some odd hybrid, and they had no idea what that would mean. They had no idea if that would influence the final show down.

They were about to speak when Voldemort called from the ranks. "Harry Potter you have twenty minutes to appear, or the attack goes on."

Severus looked at Harry. "You can't go, not until we sort out what is going on."

Lucius agreed with him. "We have some time and the defenses can hold their own for now."

Harry shook his head. "I need to face him. I'm not going to allow more people to die for me."

Before either could act, Harry slipped out from the hut, and they watched him go. He had a lot more in common with Nick then he thought. They had no idea what was going to happen, and were worried, that he would be killed. The magic of the two Slytherin heirs had matched once, but Harry had won that time, even when a baby. But the Hufflepuff blood might be a deal changer.

Harry faced Voldemort with his wand drawn. "You wanted me, well here I am."

The manor had about a dozen or so patients already in it. It seemed the battle only started an hour before, but several of the more inexperienced fighters, had been injured. Nick and the others were working together, to do their best, only two were in critical condition as it was. Nick had remained away from those he knew at first, as none of his friends like Oliver or the twins' girlfriends, were in battle. He was using Titan and Talis to check on them, he found his ability to see through the animals, had expanded. They had joked he could spy through his pets, and though not spying, it was similar for him. As his own eyesight returned, he felt now like before when his glasses weren't on, his abilities had spread. And that night, as he used his Hufflepuff skills, they seemed to be clearing more as well.

He was shocked when he was told a patient had been brought in, and might be dying. He knew he was the only one with the skill to handle it, without a full hospital, and had to go into the room. He could hear the shock, of some of the others in the room, when they saw him.

Seamus was lying in bed and looked at Hermione in shock. "That looks like Harry, is he wearing charms? What is he doing here?"

Hermione shook her head. "That is Nick Malfoy, not Harry Potter, though he was your roommate for several years under that name."

Nick knelt down and looked at Cho who had been attacked by a werewolf by the looks of it. "Oh crap."

Luna knelt by his side. "It isn't a full moon, she hasn't been bitten on a full moon."

Nick nodded. "If she can survive this, she won't be a wolf, but those scars are never going to go away."

Fleur came over with the potions and bandages. "There is a chance you can do more for her than we could."

Seamus was watching and looked at Hermione. "What do you mean?"

Nick looked over at her and shrugged. "You may as well tell them, you have let the cat out of the bag already."

Nick bent over Cho, ignoring the talk though he knew it was about him, not sure how the others would take it. The truth would come out soon anyways, when their side won the war, he refused to think they wouldn't. He didn't plan to return to his old life, but the world would know the truth, about what was done to both him and Harry. Right now he needed to focus on saving Cho.

He worked on her as best as he could, closing up all the major wounds, and stopping the blood loss. He was able to heal some of the more minor scars on her arms and legs, but even he could not fully remove the one on her face. It looked just as a line though, though it hit one eye.

Nick sagged back as he looked at the girl who he had once had a crush on. "I can't do any more."

Fleur handed him some water as she knew he was exhausted. "You did more than any other healer could have. And you saved her life."

Remus had come into the room. "I heard one of the kids brought in had been attacked by Fenrir."

Nick was reminded it was the wolf who had bitten his godfather. "Cho, but she is alive, and save a few scars she will make it."

Remus snarled under his breath. "I wish I was there in battle, I would tear him apart."

Fred had brought Cho and answered. "You're too late. The centaurs and spiders, they entered battle, and took care of the wolves for you."

Remus sighed and shook his head. "I am just grateful Cho will be the last person affected, even if I never took him down myself."

Nick knew Remus would have wanted it, but he had chosen to remain at the manor, for Nick. Remus meant his words, he was not a man for revenge, and was happy Fenrir was finally gone. The centaurs had been the one to save Cho, she would have been dead if they hadn't come, and given Fred a chance to bring her here. Firenze had convinced them to go into battle for the humans.

Narcissa and Nick were shocked, when Draco and the Hufflepuff hiding kids arrived at the manor. Draco quickly explained what had happened, about the wards coming down, and Harry being worried about it.

Nick thought to himself. "My blood, the man has my blood in him."

He had thought it out loud just loud enough for Remus to pick up. "Nick, he will be okay, you know he can hold his own."

Nick shook his head. "I have to go. Harry doesn't have any Hufflepuff blood in him. His Slytherin blood is stronger than Voldemort, but…."

Narcissa shook her head. "Nick you barely have your eyes, and he is meant to face Tom, not you. And there is Albus of course."

Nick took his cloak back from Fred, it still felt like his. "They won't see me."

No one wanted him to leave, even if he was not killed somehow, Albus would see him. He wasn't sought by Voldemort, the man didn't know who he was, and he would likely be seen as a potential ally. But both Fudge and Albus knew about him, and they would see him dead, before the truth had come out. They weren't about to allow Nick to enter into the war now.

Nick had taken more from Fred than the cloak. He held his return portkey. "I'm sorry but I have to do this." And disappeared.

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