Author's Note: Alright guys here's chapter 6, the action starts to pick up...but where are all of you? no reviews whatsoever the last two chapters...come on, show some love...anyways, here's where it starts getting interesting...read, review, and enjoy!

The very ground shook from the impact of the curses. Harry attempted to reach Voldemort, but was cut off by Death Eaters each time. Draco had made it to the front door just in time to see the battle begin and charged furiously into battle, making a beeline for his father. Draco didn't even bother to grab for his wand. In a fury, Draco leapt through the air and tackled Lucious. Before Lucious could recover, Draco began wailing away with lefts and rights. Lucious managed get in one good punch, knocking Draco off. Lucious pulled himself to his feet as Draco scrambled to his.

"Is that any way to treat your father?" Lucious asked.

"You are not my father," Draco said.

"Then you are not my son," Lucious said, "And I'll not feel at all bad about killing you. EXPELLIARMUS!!"

Draco rolled out of the way of the killing curse, quickly drawing his wand. "STUPEFY!" he shouted, stunning his father.

Ron, Fred, and George had stuck together, taking on multiple Death Eaters. "Expelliarmus!" one Death Eater shouted, blasting Ron's wand from his hand.

"Get back, Ron!" George shouted.

"We'll cover you!" Fred added.

Ron pushed his way past his brothers and stood in front of them. The Death Eaters in front of him smirked as they slowly raised their wands. Ron snapped his fingers and engulfed both his hands in fire. Ron glared at the Death Eaters.

"Magnus erroris," Ron growled as he unleashed a wall of fire upon the Death Eaters, consuming them in the flames.

"Wicked," Fred muttered.

Ron turned to Fred and George and smirked. "Try eating ice cream like this," he replied jokingly.

Jason was defending himself against an ever-closing circle of Death Eaters, but he wouldn't be able to continue much longer. As the Death Eaters came even closer, Jason threw his wand into the sky. As the Death Eaters all looked up, their gazes following the wand, Jason balled up his fists and unleashed a telekinetic shockwave, tossing the circle in all directions. Jason held out his hand just in time to catch his wand. Smirking, Jason ran forward into battle. As he was running, he felt the ground beneath him suddenly grab his foot a trip him. Jason struggled to get up, but the grass beneath him was holding him in place. He struggled violently as a Death Eater approached him and took of his hood and mask.

"Will," Jason growled.

"Surprised to see me?" Will Coolidge asked, "You know I go where my lord goes."

"So you still follow down the darker path," Jason said, secretly searching for a way to free himself.

"If you knew what I know," Will said, "You'd join his side, too."

"What are you talking about?" Jason asked, "Nothing in this world would make me join Voldemort."

"Even if my information concerned your precious Hermione?" Will asked.

Jason froze. He carefully scanned Will's face, looking to see if he was bluffing. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Lord Voldemort has blessed me with a glimpse into the future," Will said, "And I have seen that by the end of your time at Hogwarts, Hermione will be with child." Jason inwardly cheered this news. He and the love of his life would begin their family.

"However," Will said, "The child's father…will not be you."

Jason froze again. He looked into Will's eyes, his anger building. "Liar," he hissed.

"I assure you this is no manner of trickery," Will said, "Your precious Hermione will be with child before she graduates Hogwarts and you will not be the one who helps her conceive."

"I don't believe you," Jason growled.

"You don't have to," Will said, "But it's the truth."

"Who does it?" Jason asked, growing angrier with each passing moment.

"I don't think you're ready for that," Will said. Suddenly, Jason burst from his fauna prison and telekinetically grabbed Will by the throat.

Harry was fighting through the Death Eaters when he saw Ron use his fire ability. Seeing this gave Harry an idea. Harry balled up his fists and concentrated hard. Suddenly, the asphalt beneath him began to shift and rose up, forming two sets of hands that were moving along with Harry's hands. Harry concentrated hard once more and the asphalt hands lunged at the Death Eaters, knocking them back and throwing them aside. Harry battled his way through the army of Death Eaters, attempting to reach Voldemort. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spotted Jason holding someone in the air telekinetically. He looked to be choking him. Jason also appeared different. His grey aura was returning. His anger was spiraling out of control. Harry decided rather than attack Voldemort, he was going to try and subdue Jason. As Harry turned to fully face Jason, he was blindsided by stunning curse. Harry hit the ground hard, his vision blurry. Harry shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out. As his vision began to clear, he saw Voldemort slowly stroll over to him.

"You've grown weak, Potter," Voldemort hissed, "It would seem that even now, at the peak of your rage, you still cannot defeat me. Such a pity."

Voldemort raised his wand, a look of murderous glee shining in his eyes. Harry showed no emotion, convinced this was his last stand.

Jason held Will off the ground, choking him mercilessly. "WHO?!" he shouted.

Will gasped for breath, his face turning blue. "One…of…three…" he gurgled.

"Tell me their names," Jason demanded.

"Joseph…Dunham," Will gurgled.

"Dunham," Jason muttered, "I will kill him before he ever has a chance to touch Hermione. Who else?"

"Viktor…Krum," Will choked out.

"I will bury Krum if he even breathes her name," Jason said quietly to himself, "And the third? Tell me the third!"

Will locked eyes with Jason and grinned, nearly out of breath. "Harry…Potter," he said, his breath all but gone.

In a violent rage, Jason flung Will across the battlefield. Jason looked down at his hands and saw the grey aura enshroud him. Jason raised his eyes and saw Harry, fighting valiantly across the field. Jason knew in his heart Harry would never do something like that, but at the moment his rage had overridden his common sense. Enraged, Jason marched across the field, his sights set on Harry. Suddenly, he saw that Harry was on the ground, at the mercy of Voldemort. Instantly, Jason's anger subsided and he rushed to Harry, wand at the ready.

"Farewell, Potter," Voldemort as he raise his wand to strike.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Jason shouted, blasting Voldemort's wand from his hand.

Voldemort turned to Jason and glared at him. "You'd save the life of he who will betray you?" he demanded.

"He is my friend," Jason said, "And no manner of lies will turn me from him. Now back away before I…"

Jason was cut off by the Cruciatus curse, courtesy of Will. "You should've killed me when you had the chance," Will hissed.

Jason gritted his teeth and whispered, "Conjuras kitana," transforming his wand into a kitana. Jason struggled to one knee, then quickly spun around and plunged the sword into Will's sternum. "A mistake I'll not make twice," he said, half-growling.

Voldemort quickly recovered his wand, aimed it at Jason, and shouted, "SPIRITUSECTUM!"

Jason removed his sword from Will's chest and watched him fall to the ground, bleeding to death when he felt a curse hit him in the back. Jason hit the ground and felt as if he were splitting in two. He violently thrashed about as his left eye began to glow white while the right eye turned pitch black. Voldemort smiled proudly. As he turned around, he was hit with a stunning curse from Harry, who had recovered his wand and made it back to his feet. Voldemort stumbled back and soon saw that his Death Eaters were becoming outmatched.

"Full retreat!" Voldemort shouted, "Be afraid, Potter, for this is the year you die!"

Lucious Malfoy glared at failure that was his son. Draco Malfoy glared back at the monster that was his father.

"Someday you will learn to do what it takes to get the job done," Lucious said, "Even if it means killing."

"I will never become you," Draco said, "I swear upon my future children's souls."

"Careful what you say, dear boy," Lucious said as he began to disappear, "Your words may one day be your undoing."

With a wave of his wand, Voldemort and all his Death Eaters, including Will, disappeared. Everyone began to regroup, still shook up from battle. Harry rushed to Jason's side to check on him. Jason slowly sat up, trying to clear his head.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"I think so," Jason said, "I can't exactly remember what happened to me."

"You were hit with some sort of curse," Harry said, "What exactly do you remember?"

Jason concentrated hard on the events of the evening, but couldn't remember. Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed in his head. The sound of a woman screaming. Three names were flashing in his head. Joseph Dunham. Viktor Krum. Harry Potter. Somehow, Jason knew these three names were important, but he couldn't remember why.

"After the battle started," Jason began, "Everything became a blur."

Harry helped Jason to his feet. Harry looked Jason dead in the eyes and could swear he saw a different person looking back at him. A cold shiver ran up Harry's spine. Ron and Draco walked over to Harry and Jason.

"Looks like we were caught off guard," Ron said, "We're lucky to have survived."

"It wasn't luck," Draco said.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"My father's a Death Eater," Draco said, "One of the first things he taught me was that Death Eaters do not show mercy."

"What does that mean?" Jason asked.

"Nobody, not even Voldemort, used the killing curse," Draco said, "This was meant to be a non-lethal ambush. Voldemort had other reasons for doing this."

"Like what?" Ron asked.

"I'm not entirely sure," Draco said, "But I think I heard Voldemort use the soul-splitting curse."

"What would be the purpose of that?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Draco replied.

The four of them stood in silence until Mr. Weasley and Percy approached them. "Have you gathered your things, Harry?" he asked.

"Yes," Harry said, "I collected everything I want to keep. The rest can be dealt with by whomever finds it."

"In that case, we'd better get you all home," Percy said, "Voldemort might be back with greater numbers."

Everyone gathered Harry's things and apparated back to the burrow.

The girls were worrying themselves sick. The boys had been gone a long time. Suddenly, there was a loud popping sound and everyone apparated in the field behind the garden. The girls rushed to the back door to see their significant others walking towards them, bruised and dirty. Panicked, Hermione pushed through the group and dashed across the garden and field. She immediately grabbed Jason and held him in a tight embrace.

"Honey, what happened?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, nothing," Jason said, "Just got into a tussle with Voldemort, that's all."

"Oh dear Merlin, are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"A little scuffed up," Jason said, "But otherwise I'm fine. Nothing a hot shower can't fix."

Cho took cue from Hermione and ran into Harry's arms. Harry returned the embrace and handed Cho the letter he had found from his uncle. Cho read the letter, than embraced Harry tighter, softly sobbing into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," Cho said.

"They're in a better place now," Harry said, "Maybe I'll see them one day when I'm ready. For now, this letter brings some solace to a lifetime of doubt."

Ginny wrapped her arms around Draco's waist and rested her head on his chest. "Every time you have to face your father, you come back a little deader," she said.

Draco put his arms around Ginny and kissed her forehead. "But then I come back to you and you give me that much more of a new life," he replied.

Ginny smiled and sighed. Draco did the same. Ginny was right about what she said. Draco always felt as if a little part of him died each time he was forced to draw his wand against his father. But, it was something that had to be done. Draco could never go back to the way it was, no matter how much the darkness tempted him.

Ron and Alice seemed the happiest of the bunch. "Well, I'm glad you came back in one piece," Alice said, kissing Ron.

"It would've been better had Voldemort not come around," Ron replied.

"How's Harry?" Alice asked.

"A bit shaken up," Ron said, "But otherwise okay, thanks to your brother."

"I'm gonna go check on Jason," Alice said as she trotted across to her brother.

Alice reached out and grabbed his shoulder and as she did, she was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions. Jason turned and faced Alice, confused.

"Everything alright, sis?" Jason asked.

Alice stood still for a moment, shocked by what had just happened. Eventually, she shook her head of the cobwebs and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Alice replied, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Jason and Hermione walked into the house. Alice joined Ron and walked into the house. She was going over what had just happened in her head. She knew something was wrong. Something happened to Jason in that fight. Something he either can't or won't talk about. She couldn't risk talking to anybody about it until she investigated further. It was late and everyone was getting tired. Draco and Ginny said their goodnights and walk to their cottage. Cho and Harry walked upstairs to their room. Ron and Alice did the same. Hermione went up to her room, but Jason stayed behind in the living room. Bill noticed this and felt a brief moment of concern.

"You go on ahead," Bill said to Fleur, "I'll be up in a minute." Fleur nodded, smiled, and kissed Bill before heading to their room.

Bill sat down in a chair opposite Jason. Jason simply stared at the fireplace. "Something bothering you?" Bill asked.

"What makes you say that?" Jason replied.

"Well, for starters, you're down here looking at a fire when you should be with Hermione," Bill stated.

"Something doesn't feel right," Jason said, "Since the battle, something's felt…different."

"Different how?" Bill asked.

"Well, for some reason I cannot remember much of what happened tonight," Jason answered, "The only thing I can remember is a feeling of intense anger. I think I may have seriously hurt or even killed someone tonight."

"Well, we all came home in one piece," Bill said, "So if you killed someone, it was most likely a Death Eater."

"Be that as it may," Jason said, "I still can't help but feel that something's wrong with me."

"Have you talked to Hermione?" Bill asked.

"Not completely," Jason said, "I'm afraid I'll scare her away."

"You're her boyfriend," Bill said, "I'm sure she'd understand."

Jason said nothing, but continued to stare into the fire. Bill could tell it would be fruitless to pursue the subject any further and decided to change the discussion.

"Jason, could I ask you a favor?" Bill asked. Jason nodded, not looking at Bill. "Well, both mum and Fleur want to hire a singer for the wedding," Bill said, "Now, I know that you taught Draco how to play the drums. Well, do you think you could teach Harry and Ron to play instruments and perhaps the four of you could play at the wedding?"

Jason slowly turned his head and looked at Bill. "You want me to play at your wedding?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've heard some of your stuff and I like it," Bill said, "If you can teach Harry and Ron to play music, I'd love for the four of you to play my wedding. At least then I know the quality of music will be good."

"Bill, I don't know what to say," Jason said, "I'd be honored to."

"Great," Bill said, "Well, we should get some sleep. See you in the morning."

Bill got up and walked upstairs. After a brief moment of solitude and silence, Jason rose from his seat and went upstairs to be with his girlfriend.

Draco and Ginny had just gotten into bed when they heard a knock on the door of their cottage. Draco got out of bed and walked to the door. He opened the door and found a note on their doorstep. Draco picked up the note and closed the door. He opened the note and read it:

Tomorrow morning. See Jason. Very important.

Draco folded up the note and walked back to bed. "What is it?" Ginny asked.

"Note from Jason," Draco said, "I guess he wants to talk to me about something in the morning."

Draco climbed into bed and kissed Ginny softly. Ginny curled up next to Draco and fell asleep. Draco watched as his fiancée slept peacefully. He could say that he wouldn't trade this life for anything. But, he'd be lying to himself.

Ron and Alice were sound asleep. Well, Ron was sound asleep. Alice, while she was asleep, was still going over the images in her mind that she had received from Jason. She couldn't make sense of them. She could see people in pain, hear their cries, and somehow in the midst of all this was Jason. But, he didn't look like the same Jason. He looked much darker, his eyes pitch black and the grey aura surrounding him. Suddenly, she felt herself in pain. Jason was hurting her. She violently thrashed to get free from him. She felt her pain intensify and shrieked in agony.

"Alice, wake up!" Ron shouted, bringing Alice out of her trance.

The images vanished and the pain subsided. All she could see now was a very worried Ron. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Alice nodded. "I had a nightmare," she said, holding onto Ron.

Ron held her close and ran his fingers through her hair. "It was only a dream," he said, "Dreams can't hurt you." Ron and Alice laid back down and soon fell asleep.

Jason walked into his room and saw Hermione sitting on the bed, waiting for him. "Can we talk?" she asked. Jason nodded and sat down next to her.

"What's going on with you?" Hermione asked.

"I wish I knew," Jason said, "All I know is something's wrong with me. I can feel it. It got even worse after the fight with Voldemort tonight. Hermione I'm afraid of my anger. I'm afraid I might hurt someone I love."

"Jason, you have incredible power," Hermione said, "Anyone with that much power eventually comes to fear it. That doesn't mean that you're going to hurt someone close to you with it"

"You don't understand, Hermione," Jason said, "I think I already may have killed somebody tonight. And what's worse, I can't remember who it was or even if they are dead."

"Whatever is wrong with you, we'll face together," Hermione said, "As long as we love each other, we can overcome anything."

"But what if my power drives you away?" Jason asked.

"Nothing will ever make me leave your side," Hermione said, taking her hand in his, "That's a promise."

Jason held Hermione close to him and kissed her gently. "I love you," he said, "More than you could ever know."

"And I love you," Hermione said, "Until my dying day."

Hermione and Jason embraced tightly and laid down on the bed, kissing passionately. They both reached for their wands only to realize that they had, yet again, left them downstairs. Upset, they laid down and drifted off to sleep. Jason held his girlfriend in his arms, his worries about the future put to rest for the time being. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.

Cho was fast asleep. Harry, however, was wide awake, standing at the window, looking out into the night. The battle tonight was a personal one for him. Voldemort had killed the last remaining people who were connected to him by blood. Something else bothered him, though. Something Voldemort said. Not what he said to him, but what he said to Jason. Something about protecting one who would betray him. Harry wracked his brain, but couldn't make sense of it.

"I'm just tired," Harry thought to himself, "Tomorrow will be a brand new day."

Harry climbed into bed with Cho and quickly succumbed to sleep.

A/N: So that's chapter 6 and now the plot begins to thicken...lemme know what y'all think...take care until next time...chapter 7 up hopefully within a week.