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The Brotherhood

A/N - Script frenzy is officially over as of midnight today, and I'm proud to say that I did win. That means that I'll have more time to work on this, so the updates won't be so far spread. I'll try to get back to the schedule of updating twice a week. Also, since I was writing a script for this story, I reread a lot of the chapters and noticed that there are a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. I guess that comes from not having a Beta (anyone who wants the job, let me know, I'll be glad to have one!). So, as soon as I find the time, I'll go back and fix all those mistakes.

~~~ Chapter Twenty-five ~~~

It had been a month. Every day, and sometimes more than that, Harry had been trained to do dark magic by Lucius Malfoy.

Now, Harry stood before his master, Lord Voldemort, for what Malfoy called his 'final exam.'

"Bring her in," Voldemort commanded. Although his voice was calm and normal, Harry could feel his excitement through their link. Due to being near Voldemort almost constantly for so long, the pain had faded into numbness, and Harry was more in tune to Voldemort's emotions. For some reason, Voldemort was not able to sense Harry's emotions, which Harry was very grateful for.

Harry was distracted then by two deatheaters dragging in a weeping woman, one who Harry assumed was a muggle because she didn't seem to recognise him, which any wizard or witch would, him being Harry Potter.

Harry kept his face blank as he stared at the woman, who was looking around the room, searching for anyone who might help her. She would find no help there.

"Kill her," Voldemort's cold voice rang out.

Harry's heart leapt in horror, but like the good deatheater he had been trained to be, he raised his wand.

Harry had only performed this spell twice before. His first time was on a spider, and the second had been on a dog. Harry had nearly been sick both times, but had learned to hide his emotions from all those around him.

The woman started to plead at him, begging and Harry drew in a sharp breath and focused on all his anger, at Voldemort, but also at the world in general. The world had risen him to the top, made him their hero, and then had dumped him in prison at the slightly sign of betrayal.

His anger flowing, Harry said the murderous words and the woman fell to the ground, dead.

"Very good," Voldemort complimented.

Harry nodded, accepting his Lord's compliment.

"Tomorrow, you will go on your first raid. I suggest you get some rest," Voldemort said.

Harry nodded again and as soon as Voldemort left the room, he left as well.

Harry rushed immediately to his room locked the door. Once behind the locked door, he allowed his emotions to show. He felt nauseous at the thought that he had just killed someone.

Stumbling to his bed, Harry fell onto the mattress and buried his face in his pillow. Harry wished he was back with Sirius, Remus, Dora, and especially Ginny. He missed them all greatly, but he knew that they probably hated him by now, except Ginny, perhaps.

Harry couldn't help but wonder, if this is how it was going to be whenever he killed someone he didn't know, what would happen when he had to fight someone he did know? And what about the next day at the raid? He was sure to run into someone he knew there.

Harry didn't know if he could handle it.

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Sirius blinked up at the rising sun. He had been out all night, searching.

He claimed it was for Pettigrew, but these day, it was more for Harry.

A week after Harry had left, Remus had dragged Sirius out of his room and yelled at him, telling him to stop moping around and that he needed to get over Harry, at least to take care of himself.

Sirius had fought back, claiming that Harry was his life and that he wouldn't live without him.

That fight had been the worst fight they had ever had, but Remus had won, as usual, and Sirius had started to go out, searching for Wormtail at night again. Most nights, he stayed out until morning before returning home.

Trudging through the entrance of Remus' home, he heard urgent voices.

Sirius entered the living room to see Remus talking to Dumbledore through the floo.

"You have to get there immediately," Dumbledore was saying.

"I'll be there as soon as Sirius gets back," Remus replied.

"No need. I'm here," Sirius stated dully. "What's going on?"

"Deatheater attack. I have to go. And no, you can't come," Remus stated.

Dumbledore disappeared from the fireplace then, probably to call someone else.

"Just make sure to watch for Harry while you're there, okay?" Sirius suggested.

Remus paused, his face pained as he suddenly realised what side Harry would be on if he was there.

"I will," he murmured softly, then apparated away.

Left alone, Sirius retreated to his room.

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Harry stood beside Lucius, wearing his deatheater robes and masked with the typical deatheater mask. He clutched his wand in his hand as he stood in the shadows and watched the village people walk by, enjoying the warm day.

"Alright, that's the signal. Let's go," Lucius murmured beside him.

Lucius stepped out of the shadows, along with the three others in the group. Harry followed them out.

Around him, the deatheaters started shooting random curses into the crowd, and the crowd immediately reacted. Most of them scattered, calling out to the families. Some drew their wands and tried to fight back.

Harry didn't fight. He stood in the midst of the fighting and took in all the destruction. It was almost too much for him to handle. He had known it would be hard to handle, but this worse than he had imagined.

A curse nearly hit him then, and Harry instinctively dodged out of the way. Looking over to see who had almost hit him, he nearly gasped as he saw Charlie Weasley.

Sending a quick hex back, the fighting began. Harry tried not to send anything too harmful, but Charlie was a good dueller, and Harry knew that if he didn't fight like a deatheater, there would be problems.

Feeling intensely guilty, Harry shot a cutting curse at the man he had once considered to be family, and watched him fall to the ground, clutching his bleeding chest.

Spinning around, Harry was faced with Dora. She glared at him and started another duel. This was one that Harry wanted to avoid at all costs, but it didn't work. Harry, hoping to end the duel fast before it could get dangerous for either one of them, cast several stunners in a row, and to his luck, Dora fell.

A spell hit him from behind and made him lurch. His mask became loose and fell to the ground.

Angry, Harry spun around to hex his attacker, but stopped abruptly as he saw it was Remus.

Remus stopped too, his eyes widening as he saw who he had attacked.

"Harry?" Remus rasped, pain colouring his voice.

A/N - I'm in one of those moods that you get when it rains for four days straight and it starts to seem like you're never going to feel the sun again and then you start to fade away into nothingness and turn into a shriveled being of sorrow. I've heard, from a very reliable source, that a great cure for this is a lot of reviews. You can help me out, can't you?