The occupants of the dark cell jumped when there was a loud bang at the door.
"Stand up against the wall!" A voice commanded, the door swung open and two more figures wre thrown into the cell.
"Mother, mother are you alright?" A familiar voice asked a body on the floor.
"Malfoy?" Harry said, seeing nothing but the outline of the boys slick white blonde hair. Malfoy looked up.
"We were trying to get away - i wanted to help, just little things, help the order where we could - Bellatrix tortured her, she hasn't woken for a few hours."
Harry nodded and checked Narcissa's pulse, Luna put her ear over the woman's mouth.
"She's still breathing, that's a good thing right?" She asked. Malfoy ignored her with a stony expression and Harry pulled off his shirt and folded it into a makeshift pillow.
"Just let her rest. If Bellatrix had her it might be a blessing she's unconcious." Harry said to the side's of Malfoy's ahead.
"My Harry, you're fit," Luna pointed out, causing Harry to blush and wish for his shirt back. Dean was laughing, at them all, presumably.
They fell into their usual silence. Now with Malfoy sitting by his unconcious mother on the far wall.
"What's that?" Malfoy asked after a long while, he jumped up, alongside Harry, both boys looking at the ceiling there was a loud bang and a crash from upstairs and Narcissa was startled awake.
Instantly she screamed and Draco rushed to her side, causing Narcissa to scramble away. Harry joined Draco, kneeling by the terrified woman.
"Where is she? Where is she?"
"Not here," Harry sanpped, "we're in the cellar, I think the Order are attacking the manor, Narcissa, is there a way out of here?"
Narcissa looked around the darkened room, her eyes finally fixing on Harry's emerald ones.
"You're Harry potter?" She asked, he nodded and repeated his question. Narcissa looked around again.
"The door," she said, "the door is the way out of the cellar."
Luna laughed and Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"She's not great under stress," he whispered. Harry nodded.
"It's alright, what's going on?"
"Snape was discovered, he and Kingsley are captured. The werewolf and his wife are both dead, one of the weasley twins are dead, lots of the students are dead. Longbottom has massed the rest of Dumbledore's army and the rest of the order are planning to march on the manor. Mother and I were trying to get out of here before it begins, I wanted to bring down the wards..." Malfoy looked at Harry dead in the eye.
"I made a mistake, Potter," he said, "I want to help now."
Harry nodded, albeit with a hard look in his eye.
"We're getting out of here," He said, Helping Narcissa to her feet and waving Luna over.
"Help her," He said and Luna took the woman's weight. Dean was with Olivander, Harry turned to Malfoy in the dark room.
"Next time they come in, we jump them," He said, Malfoy pulled a face.
"Barbaric," he said. Harry gave him a look, Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Irony isn't lost on me, Potter."
They turned when footsteps were heard, and Malfoy followed Harry to the door, where they crouched down and waited.
"Stand against the wall," Wormtail's voice rang through, and the door oepned, light from the hall gleaming off of the silver hand.
"Now!" Harry yelled and Malfoy and Harry both barreled towards the unsuspecting death eater. Instantly, the silver hand closed around Harry's neck. Draco stumbled back from where Wormtail had Harry pinned to the floor. He kept the door open and waved the others out.
"You owe me a debt, Pettingrew." Harry hissed. Peter paused for a moment, then retightened his grip. Harry scratched at the metal hand, and it released, turning on Wormtail and clasping around the short man's neck.
"Leave him," Draco spat, pulling Harry to his feet. "He hesitated, the Dark Lord punishes those who hesitate."
Harry was pulled to his feet and out of the cellar, the door shut behind them with a thud that cut off Wormtail's breathless cries.
Draco pulled Wormtail's wand from his sleeve.
"You take it, Potter, you're a better spellweaver than me."
"Spellweaver!" Olivander exclaimed with a smile at Dean. "There's an old word, Mr. Malfoy."
Harry took the wand, then took the lead.
"Where to now?" He asked. Malfoy came to his shoulder.
"Straight ahead is the main foyer." He said, "Behind us is more cellars."
"How do we take down the wards?"
"Get the others to saftey, then we go for the wards." Draco said, "Prioroties, stupid lion."
"I'll ignore that," Harry said as he closeley followed Malfoy up the cellar stairs.
The foyer was packed. Voldemort was standing out of their sights, and masked men were jammed into the foyer and ajoining rooms. Harry pulled Malfoy back and pushed them away from the door.
"Shit," he hissed, Malfoy was looking quite white. "Plan B," He said and went towards the cellars deeper in the house.
"Do you know where we are, Malfoy?" Harry asked, Draco nodded. "Should be under the study, the grounds are this way."
they turned left and went even deeper into the extensive Malfoy cellar.
"HEY WORMTAIL!"
The group turned as a shout echoed down the corridor.
"Stand against he wall, all of you, blood traitor filth!" The same voice called out.
"Run," Harry said, moving behind Luna and Narcissa as Draco helped luna carry his mother. Harry went to Olivander's other side to help Dean with the old man. "Quick , now, run!"
"POTTER'S ESCAPED!" Was yelled through the cellars. Moments later and they'd heard men heading down the dark corridor. Draco yanked open a door and waved people inside, pointing to the roof in the far corner, Harry crossed the room in two strides and blasted a hole in the roof, dirt and rocked reigned down then clear sunlight shone throught.
"Come here," Harry said, levitating Narcissa through the hole, then Dean and Olivander, Luna stopped him.
"I'm staying with you and Draco," she said, and without time to argue, Harry looked up through the hole to Dean and shouted "Run and hide, take them with you!"
Dean nodded and helped Narcissa stand, and the three were off.
"What now?" Malfoy asked, Harry faced the door. "We get those wards down." He said, pulling his invisibility cloak from under his shirt and waving them towards him.
Draco was shaking his head. "Death Eaters are idiots, how'd they miss that?"
Harry smiled and they went into the corridor and towards the house, where people were running around frantically.
"CHECK THE CELLARS!" Voldemort was screaming from his spot on the stairs in the foyer.
"How do we take down the wards?" Harry asked, Malfoy shushed him and led them into the kitchen, then into the walk in pantry, then to a staircase hidden in the back.
"Old service stairways, for servants," he explained as Harry pulled the cloak off.
"La de da," Harry snapped and they followed Malfoy upstairs.
"There are four cornerstones holding the wards down," Malfoy explained, "they're on the roof."
"Oh dear," Luna said while Harry sighed.
"Nothing's ever easy."
"Look at that!" Luna said, the three peered out a small window to the grounds of the manor, where a couple hundred witches and wizards were massed outside the estate gates.
Harry smiled at Draco, who looked at Luna with an equally manic smile.
"Come on," Harry said, lets do this."
the trio ran up the stairs to the attick, where Draco opened an old skylight and hoisted himself onto the roof, pulling Luna and Harry up after him, he went to corner of the roof, and pointed to a large hulking gargoyle.
"Reducto should do it," he said, Harry cast the spell and the gargoyle was blown to little pieces, he jogged over to the next corner, and blew up the gargoyle there too.
The last two he made short work of, and once the final cornerstone were destroyed, the ancient manor wards fell, in a firey sheet of magic.
"The wards are down!" The man leading the order yelled, "attack!" The light side men and women burst through the gates and Death Eaters burst through the doors of the manor to meet them head on. The noise was unbelievable and the spell fire was frightening. Luna led them back to the skylight and into the attic.
"We should go to help," she said, Draco began the long walk down the service stairs.
"Or we could hide until its finished."
Harry shook his head. "The snake needs to be destroyed."
"Nagini?" Draco asked. Harry nodded.
"He can't die until she's gone."
Luna nodded. "Better let Neville know," she said.
"Why Longbottom?" Draco asked, Luna smiled.
"Because Neville is in charge."
They encountered no Death Eaters in the manor, and were able to slip into the mass of warring wizards with little notice. Harry scooped up a fallen wand for Luma and Draco wrestled one off of a Death Eater on the way.
"HARRY!" Neville shouted, waving frantically at him, "all the horcruxes but one are gone -"
"It's the snake!" Harry shouted back.
Neville nodded seriously, pulling the sword of Gryffindor from its sheath on his hip.
"I'll kill the snake." He said, stunning a Death Eater and running deeper into the crowd.
Harry watched as the Death Eater that was stunned was revived by his friend and helped to his feet, and Harry, with little patience left, slashed his wand down, thinking 'Sectumsepmpra!' They fell, both of them with a cry and a sickening arch of blood, and Harry steeled himself from the sight and moved on.
It was fierce, and they pushed the Death Eaters back into the manor. On the grand staircase Harry had the joy and privelage of stepping over Nagini's dead body before the battle was stopped by Voldemort's presence. He had his eyes locked on Harry and a little smile tugged at his lips, Harry turned and kicked the snake down the stairs. That wiped the smile off of his face.
"Avada Kedavera!" Harry's footing was bad on the stairs, and instead of going sideways he pitched forwards. There was a flash of white and a scream and he landed on a clean, white floor, at the feet of his old headmaster.
Dumbeldore was smiling.
"Well done my boy well done!" Dumbledore said, clapping his hands together. "You got professor Snape's message?"
"What?" Harry asked, Dumbledore pointed to a chair, a few meters away, and under it was a twisted, dying form.
"You were made into an accidental Horcrux the night your parents died, Harry, it's why you and Voldemort shared the link you did, it's why neither could live while the other survived, it's why you always had to die."
Harry was shocked, to say the least, never had he imagined Dumbledore could be so blunt and horrible, still the dead old man smiled.
"But where are we, Harry?" Harry looked around at the pristine, empty interior of Kings Cross station.
"can I go back?" He asked. Dumbeldore offered him a secretive smile. Back to the riddles then.
"It's a choice for you to make. Harry," he said.
Harry glanced a over his shoulder at the dilapidated part of Voldemort's soul.
"Can we help it?" He asked, Dumbledore shook his head.
"There is no one who would want to meet him here," he said simply.
"I owe it to my parents to live," Harry whispered, and before him once again were the red carpeted stairs of Malfoy manor, he regained his footing and faced the Dark Lord.
Voldemort looked shocked to stay the least, and he launched himself down the stairs screaming "WHY WON'T YOU DIE, BOY!"
Harry was faster and hit Voldemort with a blasting curse, the Dark Lord stood and whipped his wand around and the battle began.
It was the most difficult thing Harry had ever done. He no longer thought about what he would cast, he thought about what he would do, and he just pushed his magic into the borrowed wand and hoped for the best.
Fire and water, wind and rock were dancing around the foyer, both he and Voldemort didn't stop moving, dodging flashed and bangs, the spot he was standing not a second before was scorched. And then Harry then realised something - this was good fun!
With a laugh he renewed his attack, and, finally began gaining ground, despite being on a lower level than his opponent he was winning.
Until a green flash came from Voldemort's wand, and Harry could only think to counter with one thing.
"Expeliarmus!" He swore he heard Malfoy scoff at his spell choice, but they collided and joined, Harry pushed Tom back with all his might, and when the bead of light reached Tom's wand, he fell to his knees, and his body slumped over and hit the floor with a thump.
He was dead. Neville came up behind him and put a hand to his shoulder, the bloodied sword of Gryffindor held losely in his other hand.
"Neat trick that, dying thing." He said, breathless. Harry grinned, still staring at Voldemort's body as the crowd around them began to celebrate.
"Came as a shock to me too, mate."