Fallen Angel

A/N: I have internet, and can't wait another week to post it. So here it is. The final chapter of Fallen Angel. Enjoy. :)

They landed on the Astronomy Tower landing. Harry immediately sat the dying man down. "Severus. I need Severus. Wake him. Tell him what happened, Speak to no one else. Severus, Harry." Harry nodded, and went to leave. However, the two heard a noise on the stairs. Footsteps. "Hide yourself below Harry. Do not speak or be seen without my permission. Whatever happens, it is imperative that you stay below. Harry do as I say. Trust me."

Harry internally laughed at the dying man in front of him. Trust is one thing he does not deserve. However, he never let his feelings show, and instead ran to hide, just as Draco appeared on the balcony.

"Good evening Draco. What brings you here on this fine spring evening?"

"Who else is here? I heard voices." Draco demanded, his voice stern, his wand never wavering. Harry, below, was secretly proud of his boyfriend. He pulled up his hood and mask as Dumbledore spoke again.

"I often talk aloud to myself. I find it extraordinarily useful. Draco, you are no assassin."

"How would you know who I am? I've done things that would shock you!"

"Like being a naughty child and getting points taken from your own house? Like making the Professors ill? Forgive me, Draco, but those actions seem so badly thought out, I cannot but help wonder if your heart was really in them."

"He trusts me! I was chosen!" Draco lifted his right sleeve to showcase the Assassins' Dark Mark. "Those were simply ways of throwing you off my scent. I knew you'd start to wonder about me, and how tired I was looking, so I gave you something else to worry about."

"Then I shall make it easier for you." Dumbledore raised his wand as if to put it on the floor, but Draco was quicker.

"Expelliarmus!" He caught the wand with his free hand and seeker skills, just as more footsteps were heard on the stairs.

"You are not alone. How?"

"The Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. I've been mending it."

"Let me guess, it has a twin?"

"In Borgin and Burkes. They form a passage."

"Ingenious. Draco, please let me help you." The old man was lying through his teeth, both of the teens could see it.

"I do not need your help! You're lying anyway! I have to kill you. Or he's going to kill me." Draco allowed the tiniest bit of fear show through at this point, and Harry was angry that Tom had broken his promise of leaving all the Assassins alone.

At that moment, the footsteps were revealed to be that of Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenir Greyback, Severus Snape, and a few others.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Bellatrix started, visibly excited. She caressed her nephew gently, eerily. "Well done Draco." She whispered in his ear.

"Good evening Bellatrix. I think introductions are in order, don't you?"

"Love to Albus. But I'm afraid were on a tight schedule. Do it!"

"Severus, please." Dumbledore begged, and Harry took his chance. Stepping forward as Torva.

"No." He simply said. As he stepped onto the balcony, the rest fell out of his way. "Good evening Albus."

"Torva." Dumbledore acknowledged with extreme distaste.

"Indeed. I told you we'd meet when the light left your eyes. Bella, take Fenir and the rest with you, and leave. Do not disturb the castle, just go. Severus, Draco, you shall remain with me."

Bellatrix, now used to him, and intimidated by him, nodded and led the Death Eaters away, leaving just the four of them.

"You said I would know who you were when I met you. Plan on following through with your promise?" Dumbledore enquired.

"Patience Albus, patience. I have many people on my side, as you probably already know. Draco here is Argentum Lingua. In fact, everybody on my side, or nearly everybody, used to be a member of Dumbledore's Army. Except for the Slytherins, of course. After all, they'll always follow their Saviour." Torva shed his enchantments, revealing his face. "Hello Sir."

Dumbledore was shocked, but rage could also be seen. However, when he spoke, he kept the rage out of his voice. "Harry?"

Just as he spoke, Harry noticed that Bella was in fact disobeying his orders and causing trouble, including setting Hagrid's house alight. He would deal with her later. "Yes. You didn't honestly think I would let you manipulate me, use me, just so that you could gain ultimate power? Never. I have had enough of your games, Dumbledore. My ultimate goal is to make the Wizarding World a better place. Unfortunately, to do that, I had to choose the lesser of two evils. Tom. For now." Harry raised his untraceable-wand and stepped closer. "I know of many ways to kill you. You would not believe the amount of pleasure I took in pouring that poison down your throat. To know that it was killing you slowly pleased me immensely. Now, I could send you away to the middle of nowhere to die slowly, but there would still be a chance you might tell somebody about me, and besides, it's like Bella said, we're on a tight schedule. Looks like I'll have to kill you now."

"You're making a big mistake."

Harry laughed. "No. No, you were the one who made the big mistake! Thinking you could use me. Well, not anymore. Avada Kedavra." Dumbledore's body fell over the railings and down. Down to the ground. Harry turned to Draco and Severus. "Get out of here. Go. I have to stay behind, act like the student everybody thinks I am. Stay at the Manor. I'll be with you both as soon as I can. Go."

Severus nodded, but Draco shook his head. "No. I'm not going without you."

"Draco, go. I'll be fine." He stepped forward and pulled his boyfriend into a hug. "I promise." He pulled away and looked deep into the boy's eyes. "Now go."

Draco nodded. But before he left, he pulled Harry into a searing kiss laced with promises. Then, he and his godfather left.

Harry waited a few moments before following them. As he waited, he cast one final spell. "Morsmordre." Then, he made his way down to the base of the Tower, where a crowd had gathered. Somebody, he noticed, had moved the body to make it look as though he was simply sleeping. Harry allowed himself fake tears to fall as he made his way over to the boy, kneeling beside it. He gently placed a hand on the body and bowed his head. It was as he did this that he noticed the locket, lying fallen, by the body. He pocketed it.

Ginny, playing her part, stepped forward and knelt beside Harry and pulled him into her arms, making it look as though she was comforting him. "Is it over?" She whispered, low enough for only him to hear. He nodded. "Good."

Professor McGonagall, tears streaming down her face, lit her wand and raised it to the sky in a salute, the rest of the students following. Slowly, the light made the Dark Mark disappear, leaving a clear night sky. Harry was secretly proud of the school, glad that they knew how to pull together, despite prejudices, if they had to. Finally, the crowd started to disperse, leaving just Harry behind, where he stayed, for the remainder of the night, just to make sure people believed his sob story.

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"Do you thing he would have done it? Draco?" Hermione asked. It was now the next day, and Harry, Ron and Hermione were up in the Tower, overlooking the castle grounds.

"No. He may have killed people before, but they were people he never knew. Dumbledore was somebody he had known for years, and despite his intense hatred for him, he still wouldn't have been able to do it. It wasn't easy for me, and I don't think it would have been easy for Severus either, even if he had made an unbreakable vow to do it."

"What about the locket?"

"It's a fake. Look. Open it." He handed it to her and she opened it.

"'To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death, in the hope when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B'"

"Who's R.A.B?" Ron asked.

"I don't know. But whoever it is, they have, or had, the real Horcrux. I don't know who they are, but I've seen the locket before. Remember when we were cleaning out the Black House? It was in the pile of stuff we threw away, which consequently, Kreacher was looking though. I bet he has it."

"So we go to Kreacher. Ask him to return it to us."

"No, not yet. I have to go back to the Manor and see Tom. I did do Draco's job after all. After I've been there, I'll go to Kreacher, then in search of the others."

"We'll come with you." Hermione said. "You would never survive on your own."

"No. Hermione, Ron, I need you here. Somebody has to lead the Assassins whilst I'm gone. As you are the other two founding members, I'm going to leave that up to you. I'll find the Horcruxes, but I'll send them to you. If needs be, I'll even keep coming backwards and forwards to the school to give them to you. I want the three of you- you, Ron and Draco- to destroy one each. The other one, decide amongst the three of you who will destroy it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"How do we destroy them?" Ron asked.

"Well I know that Basilisk venom works. After all, that's what I used on the diary. See if you can get into the Chamber. Failing that, I don't know."

"We'll work something out mate. We always do."

"Thanks Ron. One more thing, both of you. Please keep an eye on Draco. He'll be coming back to the school, so he won't see me. And if he does come back to the Manor during the holidays, I'm going to stay away from him. Please, try to explain to him that it's for the best, and that as soon as it is all over, I'll dedicate as much time to him as he wants me to. I don't think I can tell him myself."

They both nodded. "You really do love him don't you?" Hermione added.

"With all my heart. I just haven't told him yet. Please don't tell him. Even if he asks. Don't tell him."

"Of course. It isn't our place to tell him anyway. Just please, be careful Harry."

"I will. Don't you worry. I have to warn you though, Severus will be in charge next year. The Carrows will also be in teaching positions. You must pretend to be the students everybody thinks you are, all of you. Start up the DA again, get as much practice in as possible. That's the best way, I think. However, the rest of them must play two roles. Not you three, just the rest. They have to be seen with their masks. But they have to act in such a way so as to make it seem that they are in fact helping any student that has been abused by the Carrows. You have to make sure that secretly, the Assassins are giving the impression of helping other students. I know I'm asking a lot of you, but I wouldn't if I didn't think that you could manage it."

"We'll do it Harry, don't you worry."

"Thank you. Now I have to go. Tom is expecting me." He hugged both of his best friends, before disappearing with a crack.

xxxxx

At the Manor, Torva strode into the main living room, where a meeting was in progress. Without saying a word, he walked up to the right of the Dark Lord and stood at his side.

"…Make sure it is done. Torva, were you successful."

"Yes my Lord. Albus Dumbledore is dead." Those who had not been present that night gasped in shock and fright. Even they respected the fact that Dumbledore had been a powerful wizard. So for this newcomer, a wizard who they didn't even know the face of, to defeat him… he must be even more powerful.

"Excellent."

"My Lord, if I may?" Bellatrix stepped forward, bowing when Tom's eyes moved to her. "What about Potter? When are we killing him?" She slid her eyes to Torva, who narrowed his in return, but she did not give away who he was, evidence that the Fidellius Charm Harry had placed in her a couple of weeks before had worked.

"Leave Potter to me Bellatrix." Torva said. "We will bide our time. He will die soon, but not yet. When he does, it will be at our Lord's hand, don't you worry about that. It should be at Hogwarts as well my Lord, the place he feels safest." He addressed this last bit to the man beside him.

"Indeed. Strike where it hurts. Bella, I have every faith in Torva. When the time comes, you will have your blood. Now all of you, go. I need to speak with Torva alone." They all bowed and left. Once they had, Tom put up his glamour, and Torva shed his enchantments.

"Tom, just to let you know, Bellatrix disobeyed my orders last night. I told her not to cause any trouble, yet she deliberately did."

"Hmm, I see. Well, as it was you who she disobeyed, you can punish her. How exactly do you plan on getting around the idea of me killing you then?"

Harry chuckled. "Don't you worry. When the time comes, the whole world will find out exactly where my loyalties lie…"

A/N2: And, done. For now. There will be a sequel. I will call it Blurred Lines, again, thanks to the help of the lovely RandomWriter2011. Where do Harry's loyalties lie? We'll find out soon enough…

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