A/N: Oh my Merlin! We're nearly finished this year. Including this chapter, I expect for there to be one, maybe two more chapter maximum. I hope the Quidditch game was good enough for you. SO anyway, here you go, one of the last chapters!

-CONVERSATION OF THE CHAPTER-

ME: Yo Nott!

NOTT: What do you want?

ME: You got crushed.

NOTT: We'll get them back.

ME: Yeah, yeah, whatever.

NOTT: You'll see. Those Gryffindorks-

ME: Again with the Gryffindorks. The most stupidest thing I've ever heard.

NOTT: Those Gryffindorks won't have a clue what's coming to them.

ME: Okay…

NOTT: Next year, next, year those idiots won't have an idea what's going to hit them.

ME: Okay… again.

NOTT: Now, I have some plans to make along with some others so I would be grateful if you let me go.

ME: You were a bore anyway.

*Nott disappears*

ME: Calling them Gryffindorks and idiots… that- erh. ON WITH THE STORY!

37

Gryffindor's victory was celebrated for around a week. None of the team or first years for that matter could escape the tide of Gryffindor's that would stop them in the corridors between classes or in the common room or at dinner time. Everyone was congratulating them.

Except the Slytherin's.

The Slytherin's were angry that the Gryffindor's had shown them up. They were also angry that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had managed to beat them.

It didn't help that they also lost in the actual Quidditch cup, Ravenclaw had won and the Slytherin's didn't like that.

At all.

So that was why they were hiding- well not hiding- out in the dormitory.

Nowhere was safe. (A/N: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. 'Nowhere is safe…')

'Why are we sitting here doing nothing?' Sirius moaned and flopped down on his bed helplessly.

'You know the Slytherin's are out to get us.' Remus said stiffly.

'I don't care. This is boring.' James joined in on the argument.

'So! We're safe here!' Peter whined.

'How are we?' Sirius asked stupidly.

'The Slytherins aren't happy with us beating them Sirius,' Remus said quietly. 'Nor are they happy with the Ravenclaws. But for some reason, I think they would rather take out us than them.'

'Wow, I'd never thought I'd say this, but why does house rivalry exist?' James muttered.

'Well-'

'Hogwarts would be boring without it mate.' Sirius interrupted chuckling.

'Your words have some truth in them for once Sirius.' Remus snorted.

Sirius decided not to comment.

'So why again can't we go out?' Peter complained.

'Because Peter, Slytherins like Bellatrix roamed the hall, seeing out their targets, mainly Gryffindors and doing who knows what to them.' Remus explained sourly.

'Bellatrix?' James said.

'Yes, that is what I just said James.' Remus sighed.

'It is a Saturday right?' James asked.

'Yes…' Remus gave him a questioning look.

Sirius seemed to catch on.

'Gracie.'

He stood up.

'What?'

'Gracie still has to go and speak to Servark to tell him what we have been doing in our self-taught classes. She goes on Saturdays.'

Without another word, they ran out of the dorm and out of the common room, taking out their wands as they did so.

James of course, grabbed the cloak.

'Quickly and quietly.' James murmured as they left the common room with James's invisibility's cloak covering all of them except their feet.

It was lucky they had the cloak.

They would've probably been hexed into Oblivion if they didn't.

The Slytherins were taking their loss badly.

A little too badly for their likely.

The Slytherin's were hiding behind statues and suits of armour, waiting outside the portrait hole for an unsuspecting Gryffindor to go in or out.

'Terrible isn't?' James muttered as they passed some Slytherins having an argument.

'I swear I saw it open!'

'Yeah right!'

'No one's there!'

'It opened!'

James secretly grinned.

They headed straight to the 6th floor.

It seemed the Slytherins were patrolling the corridors as well.

'The Prefects have a meeting, that's why no one other than them is here.' Remus whispered as they passed Slytherin students.

'And how do you know that exactly?' Sirius questioned.

James rolled his eyes.

'You two be quiet!' he hissed.

Sirius put his arm out to stop them.

'Look.' The Lestrangebrothers, Dolohov and Rookwood stood directly in the next corridor.

Bellatrix must be nearby.

There was no way to pass them.

'Is there another way round?' Sirius asked.

'It'll take too long. C'mon Peter.' Remus grabbed Peter and stepped out from underneath the cloak.

'Well hello.' Remus said boldly, walking around the corner and into the corridor where the Slytherins were with Peter.

'Well, who do with have here?' Rodolphus sneered.

Luckily the Slytherin's moved and a small space was left unattended.

'Bingo.' James mumbled and he and Sirius began walking.

'Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Haven't we met before?' Remus laughed.

'What has happened to Remus?' Sirius asked.

James shrugged in response.

They squeezed past the Slytherins, holding their breaths and not looking back.

'Yes we have met before haven't we?'

Was the last thing they heard when they began down the new corridor.

'We've made it. Do we wait for her?' James questioned.

A muffled scream.

It sounded like Gracie.

And this time, it wasn't her 'Oh- my- Merlin- something- great- just- happened! It was her. 'I'm- in- trouble- help- me- please!' scream.

'No.' Sirius said and tried the open the door.

'It's locked!'

'Alohomora!' the door burst open.

They ran into the room and the scene before them was horrible.

Gracie was tied to a chair, with Servark pointing his wand at her.

'Shit.'

Sirius swore.

'What the-' James was cut off.

With a flick of his wand Servark had made the door close and James and Sirius sit down on chairs and tied up like Gracie.

'Well, what a- I would say pleasant, but I would be lying.' Servark chuckled.

'What the hell is happening?' Sirius asked loudly.

'Well,' Servark said thoughtfully. 'Let's start from the beginning shall we?'

Taking their silence as a yes, he carried on.

'I take it that you've heard of the Dark Lord? I'd been worried if you hadn't,' Servark laughed. 'You see, around a year ago, the Dark Lord gave me an offer I couldn't turn down,'

Servark pulled his left sleeve up to reveal…

A skull tattoo on his arm.

'Pretty isn't it. What does it remind you of?' he asked like they were in class and he was asking them a question.

Servark banished the rag that was stuffed in Gracie's mouth.

She gasped.

'Gracie? What do you think it looks like?' Servark's smile was kind, it was cruel and intimidating.

'The skull that was in the sky when people were killed.' She answered.

'Yes. It's the Dark Mark. Only the Dark Lord's elite circle has a mark like this. I had the pleasure of receiving it last year. The Dark Lord promised me power and the Deaths of Muggles and Mudbloods. He's granted it and it will happen again and again. They will all end up dying. The Dark Lords right hand man, I am. It was tiring working undercover in this dreadful school, but I could watch Dumbledore and teach the students about the Dark Lord's idea. No one ever had an idea.'

They sat there in stunned silence.

'The main job really that the Dark Lord gave me was to find out what Dumbledore and his little group of friends were up to. And that leads me to… Grace Prewett.' Servark eyes landed on Gracie.

'You see James and Sirius, Grace's parents are good friends of Dumbledore and I figured, they would tell their little princess Grace everything, if she asked. I didn't even need to form a plan, you lot along with Remus Lupin refused to be taught by me, so I demanded you come visit me and tell me what you had learnt each week. You on Fridays and Grace on Saturdays, everyone thought it was so I could see if you were lying or not, but really it was so I could talk to Grace in private.' Servark explained.

'While I planned everything with Grace, my fellow Death Eater attempted and failed to break the enchantments surrounding the castle in the forbidden forest.'

'The fire.' James whispered.

'What?' Servark asked, annoyed for him interrupting.

'We saw a fire in the forest last year.'

'Yes, that was probably them. Like I said, they failed and left, needed to discover more you could say. So anyway,' Servark snarled. 'I talked to Grace her, she refused to say a word or ask her parents,' Servark leaned forwards. 'So I punished her.'

James and Sirius mouthed wordlessly in horror.

'It wasn't much really, a few cutting curses, stinging hexes stuff like that. And maybe a Crucio or two. Or more…'

'You didn't.' Sirius shook his head.

'Oh I did Sirius. Every week I would do it, hurt her,' Servark laughed and got right up into Sirius's face, his hands on Sirius's chair armrests. 'She refused, every single time. At first she would scream, scream and scream. I had to put a charm on the room so no one could hear her… but gradually, she began to quiet down. So I didn't need the charm anymore. But looks like tonight, she decided to make a noise.'

Servark paused and backed away from Sirius.

'I told the Dark Lord about her, you and your friends. My Lord was very interested. He was going to ask you to join him, even if you were a bunch of good-for-nothing Gryffindors. But after the show at the lake involving dear Grace here and Bellatrix -did you know Bellatrix is becoming a Death Eater as well? She even helped me a few times with Grace- the Dark Lord decided he didn't want to ask. Well not Gracie anyway. As it's near the end of the school year and I don't need or want to spend another year here teaching, I decided since the Dark Lord doesn't want you as his servants anymore. I might as well just kill you.'

Servark fingered his wand.

'Unless you change your mind of course.'

'No.' Gracie confirmed.

'I'll never join him.' James vowed.

'I'll die before I do.' Sirius promised.

'Okay… you've made your choice then… now who to kill first?' Servark asked.

He pointed his wand at each of them.

'What do the Muggles say again? Eny- meny- miney- mo.' (A/N: Not spelt right. Sorry if you've never heard of it.)

His wand landed on Gracie.

'Yes, let's kill the girl first,' he said more to himself than them. 'Then the boyfriend and best friend can watch in horror, the best friend, more like brother, will watch in horror as his brother dies and then the last remaining one, will be begging to die with his friends. Yes, that's sounds like a pretty good plan.'

'No!'

'Avada Ked-'

The door slammed open.

'You will not harm any of my students.'

'Ah Dumbledore. You have come to the rescue.' Servark revealed.

'I have.' Dumbledore agreed.

'How do you feel that you never found out what I was up to?'

'Oh I had ideas Monty.' Dumbledore assured.

'Do you think you can catch me? Do you plan to take me to Azkaban?' Servark asked.

Dumbledore didn't answer.

Servark laughed.

'Ah, the great Albus Dumbledore isn't sure of himself,' Servark declared. 'You shouldn't be.'

Thick, black smoke filled the room.

James began chocking and a loud smash of glass rang through his ears.

A moment later, when the smoke had clear, a large hole was in the glass window in the office.

Servark had escaped out of the window. (A/N: Remind you of someone?)

'He's gone.'