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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Author's note: University is tiring -_-

Thanks to the following reviewers: delia cerrano; cocobyrd87; kain (I don't consider it a flame; your view on this story is very interesting ^^); unneeded

I hope you'll like this one! I tried to create a good fight, but well, I'll let you be the judge of the result ^^; Also I don't own the small lyric - that belongs to Rihanna

Chapter 29: The last fight

Feel it coming in the air,

hear the screams from everywhere

Victory's within the mile, almost there don't give up now,

only thing that's on my mind is who´s gonna run this town tonight

Snape sighed. "Well, come with me, Potter. Draco, go back to your dorm and assess the situation there. Keep everyone calm, we don't need panic right now."

Draco nodded, his skin paling. "I see you in the common room, okay?" He muttered to Harry and pressed a short hard kiss on his lips.

"Okay." Harry murmured back and turned to follow Snape.

They didn't say a word when they made their way to Dumbledore's office. All around them, Prefects and Head Boys and Head Girls were ushering the students to their common room, making sure that nobody was left behind.

Harry kept his eyes to the floor, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze. He could feel the tension and underlying panic humming in the air; it made his skin prickle and his stomach clench together.

He could feel Snape's dark gaze on him when they stepped on the moving staircase, but he turned his eyes to the steps. His grip on his wand tightened and he forced himself to breathe evenly. It wouldn't do to have a panic attack now.

The door opened before any of them had touched it and when he entered the office, Harry noticed that almost the whole Order was already there. Kingsley was standing next to the window, quietly conversing with Moody, whose magical eye was spinning fast in his socket. It made Harry sick and he quickly looked away. Tonks was talking to McGonagall, her hair a dull brown today.

Sirius and Remus were huddled together on a couch, their head bent together over several parchments. It was Remus who spotted him first and he patted the open space next to him. Immediately Harry walked over to them, his legs feeling like rubber.

"Hey cub." Remus murmured and hugged him to his side.

"Prongslet." Sirius smiled, but it was strained; his dark grey eyes betraying his worry.

Harry just nodded back, a lump stuck in his throat.

Everyone stopped talking when Dumbledore stood up behind his desk, his face grave and tired. Seeing him like this made Harry realize for the first time just how old the Headmaster was. He had never looked so old before.

"I wish we had gotten more time, but it appears that Tom has reached the limit of his patience." He began, his blue eyes devoid of their usual twinkle. "He has collected his Death Eaters, the giants, Dementors and werewolves, Fenrir being one of them."

Harry could feel Remus tense beside him and he wondered if that was because of the mention of werewolves in general of because of the name in particular.

"The Ministry has sent their best Aurors to our school to help us and Mister Weasley has managed to bring over five dragons to fight on our side."

A murmur rose up in the room at the mention of dragons and everyone looked at a tall red haired man, standing in a corner. Charlie Weasley nodded briefly to Harry when he caught his eyes and Harry smiled weakly back. So dragons would enter the battle too. Would it work in their favor? And how had he managed to bring over five dragons without anyone being the wiser?

"Hagrid is trying to gather as many magical creatures as he can find and who will be willing to help us." Dumbledore continued. "The Merpeople have agreed to fight too, aiding us from in the water. Even with all this help, we must prepare ourselves for losses. This fight will be brutal and not everyone will make it." Blue eyes gazed over every occupant of the room. "Nevertheless, we will fight with everything we have. We can't let Tom win. He will arrive with his troops in three hours, which hopefully gives us enough time to prepare. The shock moments ago was his warning, so please, don't take him lightly."

"Excuse me for asking, but how do you know he'll arrive in three hours?" A deep voice, belonging to a dark haired wizard with Auror robes, spoke.

"A witch in his ranks gave us the warning." Dumbledore replied, holding up a letter, the ink glinting silvery in the sunlight.

"Who?" A silver haired witch, somewhere in the back, asked suspiciously.

"Narcissa Malfoy." Dumbledore answered calmly.

As soon as that name was spoken, it seemed as if a bomb had exploded in the room; everyone was talking loudly, expressing their shock and wariness.

"Can we trust her?" The same witch asked warily. "Who says she's talking the truth? She's in league with You-Know-Who. She can be lying."

"Narcissa never lies." Snape suddenly spoke up. Everyone quieted down, staring at Snape.

"How would you know?" The witch asked rudely, her muddy brown eyes narrowing.

Snape crossed his arms and sneered. "I have known her since our time at Hogwarts. She's cold–hearted and ruthless, but she despises lying. If she says we have three hours, we have three hours."

"Even if what you say is true, why would she want to help us? She left her husband and her son for You-Know-Who; why would she want to help us now?" A younger witch, dark blond hair pulled up in a bun and dressed in light green, asked, looking nervous.

Harry, who was listening intently, trying to take in as much as he could so he could inform Draco about his mother, startled when the door opened. His heart beating like mad, he noticed surprised that Lucius had entered the room. He was dressed in dark robes, his cane hanging loosely in his hand.

"Narcissa is a spy." Lucius said calmly, his grey eyes piercing in the witch's eyes who flushed. "Bellatrix is her sister and she is close to Voldemort, giving Narcissa ample opportunity to spy on Voldemort."

"Why weren't we told of this?" Mrs. Weasley asked angrily.

Harry tensed; how could he have overlooked her?

"The less people knew about it, the better." Lucius replied coldly.

Mrs. Weasley's face flushed. "Are you implying we can't be trusted?" The underlying implication that someone else couldn't be trusted hung heavily in the air.

Lucius stared at her unimpressed. "If even one word about the truth came out, it would be over for her. Her safety was the most important thing. Not everyone here had to risk his or her other life as a spy."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth to retort back, but McGonagall interrupted her. "We need a plan." She said resolutely.

Dumbledore nodded and directed his attention to Harry, who resisted the urge to squirm. "Harry, my dear boy, how far are you with your training?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I'm ready." He said firmly, feeling Remus' hand squeezing his hip. He had to be ready, he had no other choice. In less than three hours he would face Voldemort again. There was a chance he would not make it, that he would die today. But, he resolved himself, squishing down the fear that threatened to overtake him, if I die, I will take Voldemort down with me.

No matter what happened today, he would make sure that this was the last day Voldemort was alive. After today, he would not be able to threaten or kill someone else.

Dumbledore nodded pensively. "We will try to make it as easy as possible for you. The Aurors and the dragons will be at the front line, the teachers and the Order behind with the magical creatures backing us up."

Suddenly, three ghosts flew through the wall, making Tonks jump and somehow making her fall over her feet, landing on the floor with a thump. Harry winced in sympathy: that must have hurt.

"Nick, what's wrong?" McGonagall asked alarmed when she noticed the wide eyes of Nearly Headless Nick, the Grey Lady and the Bloody Baron.

"The students are in an uproar. The prefects are not able to calm them down and the only reason they are still in the dorms is because some of the seventh years had the good sense to cast blocking charms in front of the entrances." The Bloody Baron surprised everyone with answering the question. His voice was deep and grave and everyone stared at him shocked for a few seconds before they leaped up in action.

"I'm going to talk to my students." McGonagall muttered and immediately left the room, Banning and Sprout following closely behind to calm down their own students.

"Most students of my house are calm but there are a couple of students who are causing problems." The Bloody Baron continued, looking at Snape now.

Snape nodded thoughtfully. "I'll speak to them too." He announced and glanced at Harry. "Potter, are you following?"

Harry looked at Remus and Sirius who smiled back reassuringly.

"Go cub, we'll meet again later." Remus patted his knee.

Harry swallowed but nodded and stood up, walking quickly to Snape. Lucius followed behind him.

"Harry, would you mind telling Draco about his mother?" Lucius asked softly when they descended the staircase. "I would love to do it myself, but Severus and I need to check some things before the fight starts."

"Euhm, right, okay." Harry nodded distracted. In his mind he was going through all the spells and curses he would need to use if he wanted to have any chance of surviving the upcoming fight. Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach and he wiped his hands, clam with sweat, off on his pants.

He barely noticed the fact that they had entered the common room of Slytherin until he heard the hushed voices and felt a small hand grabbing his arm. Bewildered he looked up right in the eyes of Daphne who was looking at him worried.

"Come on, Draco is waiting for you in his room." She whispered and led him through the mass of students who had become silent the moment Snape started speaking.

"His room?" Harry questioned dazed.

"Yes, he wanted to be left alone." She answered and knocked on the closed door leading to the dorm Harry shared with Draco, Blaise and Nott. "Draco? Harry is back." She called and five seconds later the door opened.

"Harry." Draco sighed relieved and pulled him in the room.

Daphne smiled and closed the door again before returning to the common room.

"How did it go?" Draco asked softly and pulled Harry on his lap, sitting back down on the bed, leaning against the dark blue pillows.

"Well, Voldemort is definitely coming here." Harry sighed and snuggled closer against Draco, settling his head on his chest. "They estimate that we have three hours before he arrives here and then," he swallowed, "the fight starts for real."

"So today is the day that …" Draco trailed off but Harry finished his sentence for him.

"Today is the day that decides what will happen with the Wizarding world."

"Fuck." Draco sighed.

Harry chuckled weakly. "An appropriate term."

"How do they know that we have three hours? Voldemort didn't send a note, did he?" Draco asked dryly. He tightened his grip on Harry's waist, bringing him even closer to him. Outwardly he looked calm, but inside he was an emotional wreck. In less than three hours he would be fighting for his life; he would be going up against older wizards who were trained to torture and kill. He swallowed when he thought of his aunt Bellatrix. She was one of the worst of them all. She would have no mercy if she saw him, whether he was family or not.

He looked down at the messy black hair of his boyfriend and fear gripped his heart when he thought of the fact that he could lose Harry in this fight. Harry would be the one who would go up against the most evil wizard who had ever existed; of course he would be there to help him wherever he could, but ultimately everything came down to Harry and Draco had never hated Dumbledore so much as he did now. Why should a sixteen year old boy fight a grown up wizard who had decades of experience? Why didn't Dumbledore take that burden on his shoulders?

Draco wanted nothing more than to take Harry away from everything here and start a new life somewhere else where they wouldn't have to worry about killing someone or getting killed. It wasn't fair that they were forced to fight for their lives now because some lunatic decided that he wanted to show how powerful he was. It just wasn't fair.

"Draco," Harry soft voice brought him back from his dark thoughts and he looked right into worried emerald green eyes.

"So, how did they know?" Draco shook his head and focused back on the conversation.

Harry wriggled until he could sit upright and Draco allowed it with with a frown.

"Well, that's actually a funny story." Harry laughed nervously and ranked his hand through his hair and he glanced up at Draco nervously.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "A funny story? How so?"

"Well, euhm, the one who warned us about the attack and the time that we have left is actually …" Harry hesitated a bit before he continued, "is actually your mother."

Draco blinked. "Oh." Was the articulate response he gave.

"Yeah," Harry shrugged uncomfortably, "apparently your mother was a spy for the Order. She was in the best position for it because Bellatrix is her sister and that way she could get close to Voldemort. Only a select few knew of her being a spy for us."

"Well, that is surprising." Draco breathed out and pursed his lips. So his mother had never betrayed them; her leaving had all been an act to ensure her position as spy was safe. He had never expected her to be a spy – she seemed too delicate for it. Then again maybe that made her perfect for the job.

"Draco?" Harry peered up at him in uncertainty, his hands resting next to his hips.

"So my mother was a spy, huh." Draco murmured. "It hasn't fully sunk in yet."

"I thought so." Harry chuckled weakly and gave him a soft kiss. "Your father told me to tell you that. He wanted to tell you the news himself but he had to discuss something with Snape."

"Hm." Draco hummed and pulled Harry on top of him, so that he lied flush against his body.

Sapphire and Ruby were lying next to them, Garin curled up on a pillow. All three of them were very tense, knowing instinctively that something bad was going to happen. Whatever it was, they would make sure that their master and his family would survive it. After all they had bonded with their master – it was their job to protect him.

For a short while it was silent in the room. They could vaguely hear murmur of the common room reaching up, but they couldn't make out words.

Absently Draco had started to stroke Harry's hair, his other hand rubbing his back while Harry was playing with a few buttons on his shirt.

"I'm scared, Draco." Harry broke the silence with his whisper.

"I know." Draco took a deep breath. "I'm scared too. I wish I could have taken you with me to live somewhere else so that we could avoid all this, but unfortunately I can't make that happen."

"Promise me you'll be careful?" Harry raised his head and his eyes were shimmering with unshed tears. "I'll be more at ease if I know that you're going to be careful out there."

"I promise, but I think you should be the one to be careful, Harry." Draco replied softly. "After all, you're the one they're after."

Harry shook his head. "I don't care; as long as I know that I won't lose you, I'll be okay. Swear to me that you'll be there after the fight has ended." He pleaded and grabbed Draco's white shirt tightly in his fists.

Draco looked at him solemnly for a while before leaning up to kiss him softly on his lips. "I swear that I'll be there. Do you swear that you'll be there too?"

Harry bit his lips and nodded. "I swear. I can't let him win." He whispered and bent down to steal another kiss.

The time he had shared with Draco seemed not enough anymore. Unconsciously he had always known that his day would come, but he had blocked it out for most of the time. It had seemed useless to worry about something he couldn't do anything about yet. But whenever he had envisioned the fight, he had always thought he would have nothing to lose. Yes sure, he had had his friends back then, but he hadn't experienced the type of love he shared with Draco. The year with him had been amazing and Harry didn't want that to end. He wanted to stay with Draco and wanted to be with him. He didn't want to lose him in a stupid fight. It wasn't fair at all that his time with Draco could be cut off tonight. He hadn't had enough time with him yet.

A few tears rolled down pale cheeks and Harry tried to choke back a sob.

"Hey, everything is going to be okay." Draco whispered soothingly and wiped the tears off Harry's face gently. "You'll see everything will be okay."

"I don't want to lose you." Harry whispered and bit his lip hard to prevent more tears from leaking out.

"And you're not going to. Please, Potter, give me some credit. You're not going to get rid of me that easily." Draco smirked, but the corners of his lips were trembling.

"Good." Harry murmured and then sighed. "What do you think of asking Snape to give us that book from which those spells came? Maybe we can look for some other spells in the time we have left. I don't want to do nothing here."

Draco cocked his head and nodded. "Sounds good to me."

Ruby looked up suspiciously when they stood up and growled warningly but Harry petted his large head and after promising they would come back, Ruby laid back down with a huff.

"Is it just me or does Ruby keep growing?" Harry frowned when they slipped out of the common room.

"Well, there was nothing that said he would keep being so small." Draco reasoned and grabbed his hand.

"Well yeah, but do you think he'll grow as big as a real lion?" Harry asked warily. He wondered if there would be enough room in Grimmauld Place if Ruby did grow as big as a regular lion.

"That's a good question." Draco murmured. He wouldn't mind if Ruby grew bigger than he already was. At least then he was sure that the lion would be able to protect Harry.

The dungeons were eerily quiet now. Usually some murmur of the rooms upstairs managed to reach the dark hallways, but now not a sound besides their footsteps could be heard. It reminded Harry of those horror movies that he had watched when he was a kid. Vernon would fall asleep after an hour of watching the movie and Petunia and Dudley were already asleep by then which meant that Harry had the time to sneak out of his cupboard and grab some food or watch a bit of the movie. He always arrived at the parts where someone was being killed and it left him with nightmares afterwards. One of the scenes that always were repeated in those movies was the character walking alone or with someone else in the dark while everything else was quiet. When that happened, you could be sure that the murderer would appear.

Harry shivered when he remembered some of the gruesome scenes and Draco looked at him with a raised eyebrow before he pulled Harry against his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Harry smiled weakly at him and then looked up when they came to a hold in front of Snape's quarters.

He raised his hand and knocked; the sound echoing through the hallway. Seconds went by, but Snape didn't appear.

Harry frowned. "Do you think he isn't in there?" He wondered. Usually Snape would appear a few seconds after they had knocked.

Draco shrugged. "Well, even if he isn't here, we can just enter and grab the book. It's not like he can get mad at us for trying to study more spells."

Harry stared at him. "If he gets mad, I'm telling him it was your idea." He huffed, making Draco laugh.

Draco grabbed his wand and tapped it against the dark wood, muttering the complicated unlocking spell that was needed to gain entrance to his godfather's quarters. Only he and his father knew of the spell because Severus considered them family.

"How …" Harry looked bewildered when the door swung open softly.

"Spell." Draco smiled and ushered him inside.

"Of course it's a bloody spell." Harry muttered underneath his breath and shook his head. "Accio Exsecrationis atrae." He called and flicked his wand.

A few seconds went by and then a rustling sound could be heard and the heavy old book flew towards him. He barely managed to grab it before it fell to the floor. The book felt heavy in his hands and not only because it was a thick book. Harry despised it, but he was smart enough to realize that without that book, he stood no chance against Voldemort. He sighed.

"Is that the book?" Draco questioned and came up behind him, glancing at the book in interest.

"Yeah, let's go now." Harry muttered but they both froze when they heard a soft moan coming from their right.

They held their breath when another moan sounded and they turned in the direction of the sound coming to a half closed door leading to one of Snape's private chambers. Harry assumed it was the bedroom.

"What the hell?" Harry whispered and looked wide eyed at Draco who stared back confused.

"Do you think Snape's in trouble?"

"I don't know." Draco frowned and took a hesitating step towards the room. "Maybe we should check on him quickly to make sure he's alright."

Harry nodded and together they tiptoed over to the room, peeping through the open door.

What they saw made their eyes widen.

Snape was locked in a heated kiss with a long haired blond who seemed very familiar. When Snape released him to take a deep breath of air, the blond man shifted a bit and the boys gasped when they recognized the man's face.

"Father!" Draco exclaimed in shock and stepped back.

Snape's head shot up in shock and stared wide eyed at them both. "Dragon! Potter!" He said startled.

"Draco, we can explain!" Lucius said hurriedly and glanced between the boys and his lover.

"You were kissing my godfather!" Draco gaped. "What about mum? Wait, are you together now with uncle Sev?"

Harry bit his lip and was torn between laughing and fainting of shock. Lucius and Snape together … Now that was a pairing he hadn't expected.

"Draco, why don't we let them explain before you go into shock?" He proposed, grabbing Draco's right arm and tugging him gently to the living room area.

"I'm not going into shock!" Draco glared and sat down with a huff on the couch, pulling Harry on his lap, clasping his arms around his lithe waist.

Snape and Lucius followed behind them, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Look, Draco, we wanted to tell you about us later on, when it wasn't so hectic." Lucius began slowly and transfigured the chair in another couch so that he and Snape could occupy that one.

"When did you get together?" Draco demanded, but his confusion leaked through his voice. He had thought his father had loved his mother. They had broken up last year, but Draco had never expected his father to go on with his life that quickly. And with Severus of all people. It wasn't that Draco thought they didn't belong together; it was just weird to see the two of them together. Severus hadn't seemed the type to enter a relationship.

"Around Valentine's Day." Severus replied neutrally, but his hands were clenched in his lap, betraying his anxiety.

Harry blinked. "Euhm, congratulations?" It came out as a question and he felt a bit awkward, discussing the relationship between Lucius and Snape while they had to prepare for a war.

"But how …" Draco shook his head. "What about mother then? Was the break up part of the spy plan as well?"

"Well, partly." Lucius admitted, studying his son warily. "Your mother and I love each other, Draco, but we don't love each other enough to stay together. The reason why we didn't separate before was because you were too young. We wanted to give you a real family. You can still see your mother – she will still be living with us in the manor – the only difference is that we won't be together anymore."

"Did you love uncle Sev before this?" Draco asked, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his uncle now had become a stepfather or something like that.

Lucius hesitated, but then answered, "Yes, I have loved Severus for years but we didn't do anything until your mother and I broke up."

"Oh, okay." Draco nodded and pursed his lips. "Alright then."

"Are you okay with this, Draco?" Severus asked softly.

"Sure, why not? If you love each other, you love each other." Draco shrugged. "I'm a bit shocked right now, but I'm sure that I'll be fine soon. Yep, no worries here."

Harry laughed, effectively killing the tense atmosphere in the room, making the others relax.

"Why did you come here in the first place?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry raised the book in the air. "We thought it would be useful if we went through these spells again before the fight starts."

They all tensed again at the reminder of the fight coming up.

"Are you ready for this, Potter?" Severus asked softly, studying the pale boy on his godson's lap.

"Am I ready to kill someone? No." Harry paused. "Am I ready to kill the man that killed my parents and made hundreds of families suffer? Yes. I don't like the thought of killing someone, but in this case I have no choice."

Draco rubbed his hip as a soothing gesture.

Snape looked at him thoughtfully. "Your parents would have been proud of you." He said abruptly.

Harry blushed and stared at him with open mouth. "Th-thank you, sir." He stammered, feeling himself reddening even more at the compliment.

Snape nodded brusquely. "Very well, why don't you go study that book? You still have two hours left." His face darkened and his jaw tightened.

"We'll do that." Harry murmured and stood up, grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him with him.

"Well, that was not something I expected to see when we entered that room." Draco spoke casually when they made their way back to the dorms.

Harry smiled weakly. "I'm glad they are happy together though."

"Yes, I'm happy too." Draco murmured. "Let's hope they stay that way after tonight."

Harry swallowed and squeezed Draco's hand, getting a squeeze in return.

Five minutes later they were both back on the bed, bent over the open book. Ruby and Sapphire had taken to lie next to Harry, their eyes trained on the book and Garin was curled up in Harry's neck.

They looked up when they heard a knock on the door and Blaise and Daphne entered the room with a weak smile.

"Hey, what are you up to?" Blaise asked curiously and sat down on the bed, cocking his head to the right to read the book. He frowned. "That doesn't look like one of our school books."

"No, it isn't." Harry muttered, rubbing his forehead. His scar was starting to burn more now. He only hoped that the burning wouldn't become so bad he wouldn't be able to see clearly.

"Dark spells?" Daphne furrowed her eyebrows. "Do I want to know where this book came from?"

"It's best if you don't ask any questions." Draco replied gruffly. "How is the situation in the common room?"

Blaise sighed. "They are stressed of course. A quarter of them have disappeared though."

"How so?" Harry frowned. Why would they disappear now?

"Because they are the children of Death Eaters and they are most likely meeting up with them somewhere." Draco replied dryly.

"There was a quarter of Death Eaters here?" Harry squeaked. He couldn't believe he had lived with Death Eaters for a whole year without realizing it. On second thought, he should have realized that he would be living with Death Eater supporters when he entered the Slytherin house.

"Yeah, didn't you know that?" Blaise asked casually.

Harry glared at him. "It didn't really cross my mind because I had other things to think about."

"Or people to think about." Blaise winked and Harry blushed, giving Blaise a good kick against his leg for good measure, making the dark haired boy yelp.

"Anyway, the first and second years will be staying behind in their dorms." Daphne said, twirling her wand in her hand. "Before we go, we're going to cast a locking charm on their doors so that if Death Eaters manage to sneak in, they will have troubles with accessing them. Some of us are teaching them some curses so that they can defend themselves."

Draco nodded thoughtfully and sighed. "Let's hope that they won't need those curses." He muttered darkly.

The others sighed and Harry was left with a heavy feeling in his stomach.

Two hours later, they were startled by another heavy explosion, making the foundation of the castle shake.

"Guess it begins for real now." Blaise muttered darkly and stood up, offering Daphne his hand to pull her up.

"Yes." She sighed and looked at Harry. "Potter, do us a favour and kill that bastard, will you? End it once and for all today."

"I'm planning too." Harry replied grimly and stood up. He glanced at his pets. "Sapphire, you stay here, okay, sweetie." He murmured and stroked her back.

She seemed to glare at him and gave him a small nip at his fingers before she curled up underneath his blankets.

"Good kitty." He muttered and turned towards Garin and Ruby who were staring back at him solemnly. He frowned when he looked at Ruby. "Draco, did Ruby get bigger all of a sudden?" He asked warily.

Ruby was now standing on the floor and his head easily reached Harry's chest.

"Well shit, he did get bigger." Draco murmured, looking at the lion warily. "Well, he is a magical creature …" He trailed off, but inwardly he was wondering if it was normal for a lion cub to grow so big in just a few hours.

I got bigger to protect master, Ruby sent him the thought and the flames on his tail flared up warningly. Nobody is going to hurt master when Garin and I are here.

Harry smiled weakly and stroked Ruby's large head. "Just be careful, okay. I don't want to lose you two either."

Ruby nodded and after Garin had slipped around his neck, he silently slipped out of the room.

"You ready?" Draco asked softly and grabbed his hand.

"Yeah." Harry took a deep breath. "Let's do this." He murmured and they shared one last kiss before they walked out of the room, not knowing if they would see each other again after this day or not.

It was bloody from the beginning. As soon as the students and the teachers, together with the Aurors had exited the castle, they were met with a large group of Death Eaters, all clad in black. Behind them, hiding in the shadows of the trees were Vampires. As long as the sun was out, they couldn't do much, unless someone came close to the the shadows, but it wasn't long before the nice weather remembered that this was England and that it should be cold and raining even if it was May. The dark clouds took over and it wasn't long before the Vampires released a loud snarl and entered the battle. Now they needed to defend themselves from both curses, hexes and deadly bites. Most of them had figured out that a fire spell worked well enough to kill the Vampires.

Fenrir was probably one of the most dangerous Death Eaters. Because it wasn't a full moon, he couldn't transform, but that didn't stop him from mauling people with his teeth and hands or biting people so that they would suffer through the transformation too.

The battle had went on for an hour before an icy cold had spread out over all of them and from that moment on, they had to repel the Dementors as well before their soul got sucked out.

Voldemort hadn't shown himself but Harry was confident that would happen soon enough as long as he battled further.

He and Draco had gotten separated not long ago and before he had lost Draco out of his sight, he had sent Garin after him so that his snake could protect his boyfriend. Ruby was running next to him, attacking anyone who dared to lift their wands against him. This time the victims didn't escape with only burn and scratch marks – this time they lost their life. Harry had lost the count of people Ruby had killed but it must have been somewhere in the twenty when he had stopped counting.

Harry fired a cutting spell at another Death Eater who fell over, clutching his stomach and Harry dived behind a wall, hiding from sight. He was panting and the adrenaline was coursing through his veins, making him very alert. His whole body was covered in bruises, cuts and blood, both from him when he hadn't managed to dive out of the way quickly enough and from Death Eaters. So far he hadn't used the Killing Curse yet, but he was certain he wouldn't be able to escape that curse for long. He couldn't keep going on using Cutting curses. This was not some game – this was real life. And if he didn't kill someone, he would be killed.

Harry swallowed and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He didn't know where Sirius or Remus was, having lost sight of them long ago and he was scared this was the day he would lose them.

He shook his head and took a deep breath. He couldn't think of that now. He couldn't be distracted. He had to find Voldemort and he had to kill him to end this war. It had been going on long enough.

Master, are you okay? Ruby asked him worried, standing guard for him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Let's go …" He cut off his sentence when he heard a yell and his head shot up. That yell had sounded so familiar and it came from the greenhouses.

Without thinking Harry ran off, coming to a halt when he reached the first green house. Hermione had been the one who had yelled. She was currently lying on the ground, her wand several feet away from her, trying to crawl back from the Death Eater standing in front of her.

"Filthy Mudbloods like you should be wiped out." The man hissed and raised his wand. "Cru…"

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry yelled without thinking and the familiar green light, the same light that had ripped his parents away from him, sped towards the man and before he could duck, the curse struck him and took his life, his lifeless body crumpling to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Harry bent down next to the girl, checking her wounds.

They were minor, only a few cuts and bruises. Her robes were ripped and blood was dripping from a cut in her side, but otherwise she looked okay.

"Ye-yeah." She stammered, looking at him with huge brown eyes.

"Good." Harry nodded brusquely and helped her sit up. "You should stay here for a bit so that you can rest. If you are quiet, I don't think anyone will find you here." He murmured and stood up, turning to the path he had taken.

"Har-Harry!"

He looked back surprised. "What?"

Ruby was staring warily at the girl, but didn't make a move to interfere.

"I-I, thank you." Hermione stammered. "Wh- why?"

"You were my friend, 'Mione." Harry murmured, smiling at her sadly. "Even if we have our misunderstandings now, that doesn't mean that I would stand by and let you die. I'll see you later, okay."

"Harry, please don't die!" Hermione bit her lip, tears making her eyes shining.

"Of course not – I have a ridiculous amount of luck." Harry smiled crookedly and then ran back, Ruby following closely behind him.

He had just entered the battle ground again which had moved towards the lake, like Dumbledore had planned, when he felt a spell cutting his back open and he cried out, falling on his knees. He hastily turned around to face his attacker and to his shock he saw Percy standing in front of him with a cold look in his eyes. With his wand in his hand.

Ruby was a few feet further, fighting one of the Vampires who had wanted to sneak up on them. Harry was on his own for now.

"Percy!" Harry exclaimed and scrambled up, eyeing Percy's wand warily that was pointed at his heart. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You, Potter, are a nuisance." Percy told him calmly.

"Do you realize what you are doing? On whose side are you?" Harry yelled frustrated. Fred and George had been right – Percy had been planning something.

"While I don't wholly agree with You-Know-Who's policies, he has some valid points." Percy gained a malicious glint in his eyes. "I've been approached by one of his followers and he promised me a higher position in the Ministry if I manage to deliver you to him. Surely you want to help me."

Harry shook his head incredulously and took a few steps back. "You're crazy." He muttered. "If you really think Voldemort will let you live after this, you're a fucking lunatic." His eyes were trained on the wand – if only he had his wand now, he could bind Percy and leave him behind. He really didn't want to kill him.

"See, that's the kind of behaviour that landed you in trouble before." Percy pointed out and raised his wand. "It's time for you to get some sleep, Potter."

But before Percy could utter one syllable of the sleeping spell, Harry heard a familiar voice yelling, "Avada Kedavra!"

Right before his eyes, Percy sank to his knees, falling on the ground with his eyes still wide open, frozen in death.

Harry gasped and looked up in fear before he relaxed at seeing Sirius across from him.

"Sirius!" He breathed and was engulfed in a tight hug from his godfather.

"Are you alright, kiddo? I can't believe that he would do something like that – he's a Weasley for Merlin's sake." Sirius muttered and pulled back to look at Harry.

Harry studied him quickly – Sirius didn't appear to be heavily injured. Blood was streaming from a head wound and there was blood trickling out of a wound on his stomach, but he wasn't in grave danger.

"I'm glad you're okay." Harry whispered. "Do you know where Remus is?"

Sirius shook his head pained. "I don't know. I lost him an hour ago when a group of Death Eaters broke us up and I haven't found him since then." His forehead was creased in worry.

"Do you think he …" Harry couldn't find the courage to finish his sentence, seeing the flash of pain in Sirius' eyes.

"He's a Marauder-we don't give up easily." Sirius tried to joke, but his smile was strained.

"We'll find him again." Harry promised and squeezed Sirius' hand.

"Be careful, pup. I don't want to lose you either." Sirius murmured and gave him another hug.

"You be careful too." Harry murmured and that was all they could say before they were forced to defend themselves against three Death Eaters who had tried to stun them.

They managed to take them out after a short scuffle and then Sirius had to drag Harry out of the way of another curse aimed at him.

When they looked in the direction where the curse had come from, they saw to their shock Ron standing there, fury written all over his face.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" Ron roared and fired another spell that would have broken Harry's arm if he hadn't leaped out of the way.

"Get away from here – I'll handle him!" Sirius pushed Harry to the path, calling up a shield around them.

"Please don't kill him – he's just grieving now." Harry pleaded and accepted his wand back.

"I'll try not to." Sirius promised and gave him another push. "Go on, pup. I'll be right behind you."

Harry swallowed and nodded and ran away, Ruby joining him a few seconds later with blood still dripping from his mouth.

"Come on, wolfie. Come out and play." Bellatrix could be heard giggling in the forest.

Remus was hiding behind a tree, nearby the territory of the Centaurs. He was waiting for the moment where Bellatrix would enter his reach so that he could teach her a lesson. He had never forgotten the fact that it had been her fault that Sirius had almost died and he had waited for the chance to get revenge. And now he would have it. He would make sure that by the time he was done with her, she would regret the fact that she had tried to kill the mate of a werewolf.

"I want to play with my wolfie." Bellatrix cooed and giggled madly again.

She sounded like she was near him.

Remus took a deep breath and stepped from behind the tree, looking grimly at the black haired witch standing a few feet away from him.

"Oh, wolfie came out to play, how nice." She giggled again, twirling her wand in the air. Without warning a dagger flew at high speed to him and would have struck his leg if he hadn't jumped up in time.

"Wolfie knows how to play. Good, that makes it more interesting." She grinned and he barely avoided a Crucio aimed at him.

"I think you've done enough playing." Remus growled and using the speed he had gained from his werewolf side, he quickly fired a Bone crushing curse at her which made her jump to the left, right in his path.

"Expelliarmus." He said calmly and she cursed when her wand flew out her hand. Her hand flew towards her hip where she kept another dagger and she had just managed to grab it when suddenly her hand was cut off straight, her hand falling on the ground, the dagger falling with it.

At first she stared at it astonished before she let out a blood curling scream.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She snarled and tried to scratch him with her other hand, but screamed again when she felt her wrist twisting in an unnatural angle and the clear sound of bones breaking could be heard.

"Now you should know one thing, Bellatrix." Remus began calmly, circling around her with calculating eyes. "You made a grave mistake when you tried to kill Sirius last year. You really shouldn't have done that." He grinned ferally and in that moment he looked exactly like his wolf counterpart.

"You're a Gryffindor." Bellatrix spat, her eyes burning with fury. She tried to move her legs, but to her dismay noticed that she was bound to the ground with a Sticking spell. And she couldn't hold her wand to help her. "You wouldn't do anything more than this to me."

"That's the problem with you Slytherins." Remus spoke idly, tapping his wand against his hand. "You always think that we are too good to torture someone. But guess what, Bellatrix. When we want to, we can be as bad as you can be – and in your case, you got the jackpot with me." His smirk gained a malicious hint and Bellatrix swallowed.

"Now it is time to play."

Half an hour later, Remus calmly wiped his hands off on his robes, cleaning his wand with a frown.

Bellatrix was on the ground – well what was left of her anyway. She had lost her entire arm in the beginning and the numerous deep cuts on her body were made worse by the salt that Remus had rubbed in it with glee. He smirked when he remembered her screaming. Served her right, the bitch. After he had gotten annoyed by her screeching, he had cut off her tongue, leaving her to choke in her own blood. Before she could die however, he had cleared her mouth and then sown it shut with a common household spell. One of her legs was broken and laid in an awkward angle while the bones in her other leg were completely shattered.

When he had tired of her, he had simply casted the Killing curse, leaving her body to crumble on the ground. He looked at her in disinterest and snorted before leaving her there and walking out the forest. Either someone would find her dead body or she would get eaten by one of the animals that lived in the forest. Either way he didn't care. He had taken his revenge and it had felt bloody good.

Remus smirked and entered the battle ground again. Now he only had to find that bastard Fenrir and he would be a very satisfied man.

They were all alerted when Voldemort finally arrived when the Death Eaters suddenly stopped attacking and the air grew heavy, tinted with a malicious dark aura.

Lord Voldemort had finally arrived. He was clad in a black robe, a hood hiding his face while he slowly strode forward, coming to a halt in the middle of what once had been the beautiful grass lane in front of the castle, but now was nothing more than bare earth, holes in it from misfired curses and dead bodies everywhere, replacing the flowerbeds. Nagini was sliding towards a group of students, hissing warningly.

"Well, well, well." Voldemort spoke softly, his voice ice cold. "I remember the time that this place was beautiful, taken right from a fantasy book." He hissed. "Funny how it can change so quickly." He looked around slowly, his red eyes gleaming, making students shiver and frozen in fear.

"Where is Harry Potter?"

"I'm here." Harry called out and stepped forward, the students surrounding him hastily stepping back.

There weren't many of them who were in good condition. Many of them had to be supported by friends and the ones who were severely wounded were hastily brought back in the castle, Aurors standing in front of the entrance to stop anyone who didn't belong there.

Severus and Lucius had been carried off to the infirmary an hour ago, both collapsing from blood loss and their severe wounds. Harry hadn't been able to find Remus and Sirius was at the verge of death, having suffered under the Cruciatus curse and a dagger being repeatedly stabbed in his stomach.

Harry was seeing red. His godfather was fighting for his life, he had no idea where Remus was or if he was still alive, Lucius and Severus were both unconscious and many others were fighting for their life as well.

Voldemort smirked. "I'm glad you are brave enough to face me. It will be your last time." He hissed.

"Harry, no!" Draco yelled and pushed himself through the mass, trying to reach his boyfriend in time. Just when he reached the clearing and was reaching for Harry, a terrible familiar green light sped towards him.

"Draco!" Harry screamed and wanted to push Draco aside, when he was pushed back by something heavy and before he could do anything else, Ruby sped towards Draco, snarling and when the green light hit him, a curtain of flames surrounded Ruby and Draco and the curse hissed when it struck the curtain.

Harry held his breath and trembled on his legs, but sighed relieved when the flames disappeared, leaving a trail of smoke and Ruby and Draco safely behind.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "That is interesting. I never imagined you would be able to gain a Nemean's trust, Potter." He remarked disdainfully.

"Harry, come back here." Draco insisted. "Let Dumbledore handle him, he's strong enough for it."

Harry casted a shield in front of him before he grabbed Draco's arm and pushed him back. "The Headmaster isn't here." Harry said harshly and nodded towards the crowd who were slowly disappearing inside the castle. "I'm the only one who can defeat him and I'm going to do it now."

"At least let me fight with you." Draco insisted.

Harry looked at him sadly. He noticed how the blond was trembling on his legs and blood matted his blond hair to his skull. One hand was clutching a wound at his hip and he was breathing harshly which made Harry suspect that he had a few broken ribs.

"No, Draco." He shook his head and stepped back, releasing his grip on Draco's arm.

"I'm not taking no for an answer, Potter." Draco growled and his grey eyes flashed in anger.

"But I am. I'm really sorry for this, Draco." Harry muttered.

The blond frowned. "What?"

"Dormi!" Harry said clearly and a blue light enveloped Draco, putting him to sleep immediately. Ruby caught him on his back. "Take care of him, Ruby."

I will, master. Be careful. Ruby told him and then ran off to the castle to bring the mate of his master to safety.

Harry turned back to face Voldemort. "It's just you and me now." He said grimly.

The Aurors, some teachers and most of the seventh years had started fighting the distracted Death Eaters, hoping to make it easier on Harry.

"This won't take long." Voldemort grinned, his long bony hand raising his wand.

"No, it won't." Harry took a deep breath, gagging almost at the smell of death that hung heavily in the air.

"Crucio." Voldemort hissed and Harry hastily duck aside, out of the path of the curse and shot one of his own at Voldemort.

"Inflammo venae!" He yelled and for a few seconds Voldemort was left chocking for air before he managed to break the curse in which Harry had had the time to sprint towards the forest.

"Potter, now is not the time to play games." Voldemort hissed, but glided towards him, a purple light coming out of his wand, setting a tree on fire when Harry managed to duck.

Harry kept running, luring Voldemort further in the forest, until he came into a clearing and he stopped, panting and looking around. He couldn't move forwards because a long wall of large trees were blocking his path and when he turned to his right, his path got blocked off by the ground which suddenly rose up, creating a natural wall.

Running to his left, he came to a screeching halt when a wall of fire blocked his escape route.

"Look at that, little Potter has nowhere to run anymore." Voldemort's cold voice sounded behind him and Harry whirled around, wand trained at the dark wizard.

He stepped back until his back hit a tree and he stood still. His breathing was heavy and his heart was beating painfully against his ribs. He could feel his legs tremble from exhaustion and he only managed to stay upright by sheer will. His vision had begun to blurry when the pain in his head became worse, like a hammer slamming against metal.

"You put up a good fight, Potter, I give you that." Voldemort spoke calmly and slowly walked forwards, reducing the distance between them. "But it's time to end this now. Don't worry, you will soon meet your parents again and I will be nice enough to send your little boyfriend behind you."

Harry ranked his mind to find a suitable curse to kill Voldemort. He couldn't use the Killing curse because Voldemort would be expecting that. Most of the curses he had learnt would only torture him but not kill him. Panic rose up, squeezing his heart. Maybe he couldn't do this, maybe he would be killed here.

No, I can't give up now, Harry admonished himself and raised his wand. I have gone too far to give up now.

And in that moment he knew exactly which curse to use to end this war once and for all.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Congelo corpus!"

A ice blue light and an eerie green light met each other in the middle of the clearing but suddenly the green light became absorbed by the blue and Voldemort could do nothing but widen his eyes before the curse struck his body and his whole body from the inside to the outside turned into ice, freezing his heart, lungs and brains and thus effectively killing him.

Harry gasped and stared wide eyed at the result of his spell work.

"Reducto." He mumbled and the icy statue that once had been the most feared dark wizard spat out in thousand tiny pieces, melting when they hit the ground.

"I did it." Harry muttered dazed and sunk to his knees. "I killed him. I won."

A small smile graced his lips before darkness engulfed him.

When Harry finally woke up again, he was disoriented and had no sense of timing. He noticed that he was lying in a bed and judging from the white scenery he either had died and gone straight to heaven or he was in the infirmary. For the first time in his life he wished it was the latter. It would really suck to have finally defeated Voldemort only to die himself.

"Ah Mister Potter, I'm glad you finally opened your eyes." The soft voice of Poppy sounded and she came hurrying to his bed, waving his wand over him to check his vitals.

"How long was I …" His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence and he was left coughing and gasping for breath.

"Now, now, Potter, don't stress yourself. Your body is not quite healed yet from the fight." She spoke firmly. She looked hazard and very tired, but Harry couldn't blame her. He didn't want to know how many people had needed her care.

"Where is …"

"Don't think about that, Potter. You need your rest. You can speak to your family later." Pomfrey said sternly and handed him a vial with a green potion that Harry recognized to be a Calming draught.

"So they survived?" Harry asked hopefully and swallowed the bittersweet tasting potion.

Pomfrey's face softened and she stroked his hair in an uncharacteristic gesture of care. "Yes, they all survived. Mister Black needs a lot of rest, because he has suffered a lot of blood loss, but he'll be fine soon; Mister Lupin has acquired some minor injuries but will be fine too and professor Snape and Mister Malfoy are fine as well."

"And Draco?" Harry asked with a raspy voice and lay back down with a sigh. He didn't know how long he had been out, but he was still feeling tired.

"He is fine too." Pomfrey smiled. "In fact, he has been sitting next to your bed for the entire time that you were out. I just managed to shoo him out to get some food. The poor boy was crazy with worry over you."

"How long have I been out?" Harry asked curiously, but felt warmed by the fact that Draco had been waiting for him the entire time.

"A whole week." Pomfrey answered and busied herself with changing his bandages, rubbing cream on the wounds where needed and cleaning them to avoid infection.

"A whole week?" Harry exclaimed but that sent him back in a coughing fit.

Pomfrey tsk'd disapprovingly and rubbed his back. "Calm down, Mister Potter before you manage to hurt yourself more."

"Can I see my family now?" Harry begged, turning pleading eyes towards the nurse.

She opened her mouth to protest, but was interrupted by a calm voice.

"Poppy, if you don't mind, can I speak to young Harry for a moment?" Dumbledore entered the room, smiling friendly at Harry who tensed.

"Potter needs his rest, sir." Pomfrey said in a scolding voice.

"I'm aware of that, Poppy, but I really need to talk to him. It's not for long and then I'll let him rest." Dumbledore replied friendly.

Pomfrey huffed, but nodded. "Fine, but don't let him get too excited." She admonished him and left the room.

"So, Harry, how are you feeling now?" Dumbledore asked and walked over to stand at the end of his bed.

"I'm feeling fine, sir." Harry replied and eyed him warily. He wished someone would come in so that he wouldn't be alone with the Headmaster. He still didn't trust him and he wondered where he had been during the fight when he could have used his help.

"Good, well, I'm relieved that you finally woke, my boy." Dumbledore smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. "We have been successful in keeping the press at a distance, but they will want to hear your story soon. But we will keep them away until you're fully healed."

"Thank you." Harry mumbled.

"I can tell you that I am very proud of you for defeating Tom, Harry." Dumbledore continued. "I knew you would succeed – after all Tom never understood the notion of love."

Harry just nodded, not knowing what to say.

"What I'm curious about though is how you defeated Tom. We didn't found his body when we found you." Dumbledore said curiously.

"I, euhm, I used a curse that made his body turn into ice." Harry answered hesitatingly.

Dumbledore frowned. "I can't remember that spell in any of the books in our library." He mused.

"It isn't in any of the school books or in the books of the library." Harry admitted, a flush coloring his cheeks.

"Oh, where then?" Dumbledore asked surprised.

"In a book that Slytherin and the other Founders wrote." Harry mumbled.

Dumbledore stiffened. "Isn't that book full of dark spells?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry rolled his shoulders in an awkward gesture. "I figured I would need to learn darker spells if I wanted to go up against Voldemort. I don't like using them and I won't use them every again. It was necessary." He answered and had the feeling he needed to justify himself which was stupid, wasn't it? He didn't need to justify himself for using curses to defend himself. He needed to save himself and the world and he had needed those curses to do the job. End of story.

"Who showed you that book, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth, but something in Dumbledore's eyes made him reconsider his initial response. "I found it in an unused classroom when I was wandering around."

"Ah of course." Dumbledore nodded smiling but there was something off with his smile. "You know I remember Tom looking through dark books when he was a student here."

"Oh?" Harry cleared his throat. "Well, I'm not interested in ever using those spells again."

"Ah, my dear boy, that's good to hear." Dumbledore patted his leg. "But there is one problem."

"What is the problem?" Harry asked confused and tensed even further. He could feel the mark on his side burning and he suppressed the hiss that wanted to escape.

"You're a very powerful wizard, Harry." Dumbledore smiled sadly and a movement from his hand attracted Harry's eyes. Dumbledore's wand was trained at him.

"Sir?" Harry asked and tried to reign in his panic while searching inconspicuously for his wand. Where the hell was his wand when he needed it? He really needed it now.

"I'm really sorry, my dear boy, but I can't risk raising another Dark Lord." Dumbledore sighed. "I hope you can forgive me."

"No, don't!" Harry tried to yell, but his voice disappeared again and he could do nothing but watch fearfully, not being able to move his legs.

"Avada Kedavra!"

AN2: Yes, I'm evil *smirks* But the last chapter will make up for it ;) And yes, Voldemort's death was quite anti climatic LOL Please leave your thoughts behind in a review! Normally I should be able to update this Friday, which will be the last chapter of this story. There is still a sequel planned to this though

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