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Sorry for the wait. I had the fourth of July and then my birthday and didn't have time to write. Please forgive me… FanFiction Lover: *smirks* relax. Think about what was not said as well as what was. You will all see in good time. Pernicia Hart: I can assure you that I will make it as interesting as I possibly can. You have my word. Anyway this chapter is going to be the mission and is going to shape the story in a big way. I can't say anything more except…

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~Angelia Reader

Chapter Two: Going to Death

Harry's POV

He was alone. He stood in the center of the small kitchen in their tent dressed is a pair of tight black pants. He weapons were spread out on the small table. Harry leaned against the table, his head down, he palms pressed to the cool wood. His head hung low. His hair fell around him, hiding his face.

I'm going to die. He was numb, hallowed out by the realization.

He heard the tent flap swish open, but he didn't move.

"You can't do this," Hermione's arms slid around him from behind. She buried her face in his back.

"She's right Mate," Ron's hand pressed to his arm before sliding around his shoulders. Had it been anyone else he would have pushed them away. Hell, had he been anyone else it would have been awkward for a married couple to be holding a half-naked man. They had been through too much together. They shared a bed for Merlin's sake. There was nothing that could happen between them to prevent comfort from being given.

"You know I do," he didn't lift his head, "If there's even the small chance that this could change things you know I will do it."

"But…" Hermione's arms tightened.

"I've done it before," he reminded them. "Remember. I went into the forest to die. This is no different."

"We didn't know about that before you did it," Ron snapped.

"Both of you please leave me," his shoulders tightened. If they stayed he was sure he would back out, "I need to finish." He straightened and pulled away from them, "Please."

He didn't watch them go. He just couldn't do it. He slowly pulled the black long-sleeve shirt on. It too was tight, perfectly cut so that it clung to his body without restricting his movement. There were wards weaved into the fabric itself. Wards of protection and to prevent detection. They were the clothes of an assassin. Perfect to die in he thought bitterly.

He strapped his armory into place with the same slow deliberate movements. Two along his forearms, one down his back. His gun he strapped under his left arm for a quick draw. A small holster on his right held his wand. A pair of boots laced up his calves, housing two more blades. Harry felt innately better armed.

Harry sat. This is the last time I'm going to sit here. His fingers worked through his hair until it was braided in one long line to his waist. This is the last time I'll be in our home. He was numb. He had sunk into a state of shock. From his pocket he pulled out a small envelope. He set it carefully in the center of their table. They would find it after he had left.

He sat there for several minutes, unable to bring himself to stand. He would have to go soon.

It's time…

He didn't want to leave.

I don't want to die…

He rose slowly like a swimmer coming from the water. He hesitated when he reached the flap.

Don't look back.

He would never come back here when he walked out.

I can't look back…

He turned to look at the tent he had shared with his closest friends.

He couldn't do this.

Drawing in one long breath he turned and left his world behind.

He had to shove his way through the crowd when he reached the command tent. It seemed then everyone had found out about his mission and Luna's prophecy. She was never wrong, and they knew it. Hands lightly brushed against him as he passed. He ignored them. He pushed open the flap and every eye turned to him.

"Potter," The usual hardness was missing from McGonagall's voice, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

He nodded once, and turned to Snape, "When do we leave?"

"Merlin Harry you can't be so flippant about this!" George rushed forward, grabbing Harry by the shoulders, "Damn it you can't just be ok with dying. Luna isn't always right damn it!"

"George," Harry said softly, "Let go off me before I break every bone in your hand." There were only two people allowed to touch him, and he was neither.

George let go, backing away slowly.

"Luna has never been wrong," his voice was even, soft. It was the voice of a killer, "If she says that by my death I can end the war, I'm going to do it," he moved to the table. He laid his invisibility cloak on the small table and drew his wand. "I, Harry James Potter, final descendant of Ignotus Peverell, hereby pass on the cloak to the Weasly line. May it serve their family as it has served mine." he looked at Ron, "Give it to my godson," he said softly. Hermione was three months pregnant, and if the baby was no lost, the boy would be born nearing Christmas.

"Harry…" Ron's voice was desperate, pleading.

McGonagall stepped between them, "This," she held up a small vile with an amber colored liquid, "Is a very potent poison. It stops the heart within a second of ingestion. If you are captured take it without hesitation. You know too much about our army not to die if you're taken." There was pain in her eyes as she said it.

He took it, and slid it into the special pocket on his shoulder. He could chew threw it if he was bound. He turned to Snape, "We need to go now."

Snape nodded solemnly and walked out of the tent. Harry gave the people he loved one final look. The tears in their eyes were almost enough to make him stay. Almost.

Harry turned, "Have fun," Luna called after him dreamily.

They stood on the very edge of the wards that surrounded the Dark Lord's camp.

"The tent you are looking for is in the center," Snape said softly. His eyes were trained forward, he couldn't look at the other boy, "It's the largest one. You can't miss it." He drew his wand, "For what it's worth Potter, your mother would be proud."

Harry shook his head, drawing the shadows around him. He moved the moment the wards dropped. The camp was sleeping, silent save for the murmurings of the sentries as they made their rounds. No one seemed to notice the shadow slinking from one tent to the next. He was empty, hollowed out. He couldn't think about what would happen when he got there. He wouldn't do it if he did.

It didn't take him long to reach the tent he was looking for. He could feel the wards around it from several feet away. The Horcrux had to be here. There was no reason for the tent to be so well guarded. He lifted his hands, letting them hover an inch from the first set of wards, "Open for me," he hissed in Parseltongue. The first barriers melted away as if they had never been there. The second were harder, but he managed to drop them in less than five minutes.

He entered the tent. This is too easy… He thought. The tent was empty. He could feel the first stirrings of Voldemort's magic. It was like bites along his skin. He moved absently through the manor like tent, following the pull of his enemy's magic. He passed no one. It was as if the place had been deserted. He could feel it centering in a small office. He smiled grimly. This is too easy…

Harry moved easily to the desk, dropping the magic covering him. He could feel the wards surrounding it and he set to work destroying them. He worked intently, only vaguely aware of the room around him. When he finally emerged from his work, an hour had passed. The power was coming from the top drawer. He reached for it. His heart was in his throat. He pulled to drawer open slowly.

It was empty.

The door crashed open.

He had made a mistake.

It was a trap.

Harry didn't bother to go for a weapon. There was too many of them. He tore the shoulder out of his shirt as Death Eaters flooded the room.

He brought the vile to his lips.

"Stop him!" Snape cried.

Hands grabbed him, spilling the poison down his shirt.

"No!" he snarled. He struggled as hands forced him to the ground, pressing his face into the floor.

"The Dark Lord will be pleased," Lucius purred, looking down at the struggling boy.

Snape nodded and raised his wand.

"Fucking traitor," Harry struggled harder, "You betrayed us!"

Snape said nothing. His eyes were empty as he met Harry's heated gaze and knelt beside his former student. With a flick of his wand, Harry felt his mind cloud over.

"She said it was necessary," Snape's voice was the last thing her heard before darkness took him.

Thank you for reading Everyone! I am so so so so sorry that you had to wait. Please forgive a busy writer. I'm sorry if it's not that good. Be nice in your comments if it's bad…

~Angelia Reader