"This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea!"

"Shush, Draco. At least we found the place."

"Yeah, after stealing two pairs of train tickets and sneaking out of school," Harry's friend said, following the latter into the dark alleyway.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. They wouldn't take us so we had to get here somehow," Harry said. "Is this the place?"

"Should be," the blond said, sounding a little nervous. "There has to be a door somewhere around here..."

It was dark. Ten in the evening wasn't a good time to be in a shady alleyway, especially one where you know one of the biggest gangs in the whole of England holds its fucking meetings. But was that going to stop Harry from being a hero? No!

Tentatively feeling the walls for some kind of handle or door, the two boys walked through the narrow alleyway. Harry's hand closed around a handle and he made a triumphant noise.

"Aha!" he said.

He heard rustling behind him and what sounded like a dying animal's last noises and whirled around instantly.

His ex-lover was struggling mutely against a tall, slim man with wild eyes and short, matted hair, his voice silenced by the hand clamped over his mouth.

"Draco, draco," he cooed mockingly, effortlessly holding the blond against him while he thrashed. "You should've known better than to switch to the losing side."

Harry, who had been standing stunned for a few seconds, immediately felt anger boil inside him. "Let him go!"

Malfoy gestured with wild eyes for Harry to run, yelling something that was muffled by the older man's hand. A silver gleam caught Harry's eyes and he noticed the sharp blade pressed against Draco's side. The slightest shove, and it would go straight in.

"Now, I know you wouldn't want him to get hurt," the man said. "So why don't you follow me calmly and quietly, okay?"

Harry grunted in frustration. There wasn't much he could do. All he had to do was cooperate until he found a way to free Draco from the man's slimy grip.

"Lead the way," he said, emerald eyes flashing with menace.

"I told you, Harry! I told you! I fucking told you!" Draco repeated from his cell, ripping his hair out as he glared at the boy in the cell opposite.

The man, Dolohov, Harry had later found out from Draco, had shoved them into tiny little cells that were only a little bit bigger than an animal cage you would find at shade zoos.

"Not now, Draco," Harry said, sitting with his knees against his chest, his arms wrapped around them protectively.

"Not now?!" Draco was hysteric, clutching at his cage like his life depended on it solely. "What do you mean not now? It's not like you're too busy with anything, Mr. I'm-The-Biggest-Moron-Alive Potter!"

"Just shut up and let me figure this out!" Harry cried, hands raking through his hair manically. The panicking blond fell silent.

They were completely and utterly fucked. There was not getting out of this-

Shut up. You're not a quitter.

Better be a quitter than constantly be disappointed.

His mind felt eerily quiet, his face burning. What was he thinking? He was the biggest moron alive. Draco was right, and had been!

It's fine, let's think about this, his mind rationalised. There must be a key somewhere...

The door to (what seemed like) the dungeons burst open and a tall woman with straggly dark hair and a playful smile waltzed in. But it slipped the moment she saw Draco sitting in his cell.

"Draco, darling? I- What happened? I know Dolohov said Potter had an accomplice but I didn't think-" she looked to Harry and something clicked in her mind. "Ah, I see. I'll tell the Dark Lord it's all a misunderstanding, Draco!"

"Aunt Bellatrix-"

"What's a misunderstanding?" Harry asked, eyebrows furrowing. "Draco, what's she on-"

"QUIET, POTTER!" Bellatrix screeched. She threw open his cage and dragged him out by the arm. "Come on, there are people to see you."

Before tugging him out the room, she looked back to Draco. "Someone should be coming to release you soon, Dracy-poo."

She dragged Harry like a ragdoll and he cried out as his torso was constantly assaulted by the hard, concrete floor.

"Shut it," Bellatrix hissed down at him, sounding menacing despite having a radiant smile on her face. He closed his eyes and waited for it to be over and opened them when at last a door creaked open and he was thrown into the waiting room like a ragdoll.

"Ah, Harry Potter," said a cool voice. "What a pleasure this is."

Harry groaned as he tried to look up, but instantly a boot was placed on his neck, preventing him from seeing anything but the cold floor, and what looked like a large round table, much like the one they had at Hogwarts for Order meetings. Bellatrix's boot.

"Might I remind you, my Lord, that I was the one who caught the boy and his accomplice-"

Bellatrix was enraged. "I was the one who convinced darling Draco to trick him and bring him here. I was the one who told him where to go!"

What? Harry's blood went cold. Draco had... tricked him?

"Enough," said the mysterious voice. "Everyone, leave us. I wish to speak to Harry Potter alone."

The foot was removed from his neck and slowly everyone departed from the room. He saw numerous feet shuffle towards the door before it slammed shut and Harry was left with the cold voice.

He grunted and pushed himself to sit upright and gasped when his eyes met those of the man standing before him.

His skin was pale, as pale as a blank sheet of paper. Dark eyes glinted maliciously as he looked down at the pathetic boy in front of him. Despite his obvious age, evident in the lines and wrinkles around his eyes, there was almost something like childlikeness in the grown man's eyes. Like a small child on Christmas Day after getting the present he wanted.

This... this was...

"Voldemort," he whispered in terror. The pale, dark-haired man smiled with all of his teeth in response.

"Well, you certainly know your people," Voldemort laughed, kneeling down and grabbing a hold of Harry's chin, making him look up at him. "How I have waited for this moment."

"That's a little sad if you ask me," Harry said without thinking. Voldemort blanched.

"Sad? There is nothing sad about this! You are finally in the palm of my hand and I have the pleasure of killing you," Voldemort said gleefully. From inside his jacket he unearthed a revolver and Harry swallowed. The butt went to his head and his eyes shut as his breathing quickened and his blood surged towards his heart to get fucking pumping and the heart pumped blood to his pain saying GET THE FUCK GOING!

Harry twitched, as if he was about to do just that, but multiple hells broke through the shut door and Voldemort lowered his gun in confusion at the sound. Using this moment of weakness, Harry snatched the gun from his hand and stood up straight pointed the gun towards the man kneeling on the floor with trembling fingers. Voldemort was shocked, but unworried.

"You don't even know how to work that thing," he chuckled. He slowly rose and walked towards Harry casually. But Harry noticed his shoulders were a little too tense for a man seemingly nonchalant.

"Oh, really?" Harry said, holding the gun tighter in his hands. The movies always said to squeeze the trigger, right?

His hands shook as he pulled it and it shot Voldemort in the knee.

Holy fuck it was so much more louder than he thought. Harry's ears felt like exploding and he promptly vomited all over the floor.

Agony passed through Voldemort's face and he fell onto the floor on his knees. Harry straightened up, wiped his mouth, and shot again, but this time wildly misfiring and instead shooting the concrete floor next to Voldemort, who was trying valiantly to stand back up. Before he could attempt firing again, the door swung open and there stood Sirius Black, in all his glory, looking like he had just gone through hell.

"What are you doing here, Harry? And- holy fuck get behind me," when Harry hesitated he yelled. "GET THE FUCK BEHIND ME."

Harry did so, trembling and clutching the gun in his hands like it was his life support.

Sirius raised his own gun to Voldemort's eyes, hand unwavering, and shot twice.

"That's for James and Lily, you motherfucker."

His body slumped to the ground and lay there, dead.

"Sirius, where are the others? Where is Draco?" Harry asked desperately, trembling hands grabbing at Sirius' arm as his voice shook.

"Draco is-" a scream cut him off.

"TONKS!"

"No, DRACO, GET OUT OF THE-"

A gunshot echoed throughout the building. Harry fled the room to find it in chaos. Order members fighting and shooting like it was the last day of their lives. In the corner of the room, Tonks was beating the life out of Lucius Malfoy while his son lay in a heap on the floor-

"DRACO! NO!"

He sped over to where his friend lay and wept. There was blood oozing from his torso, and Harry felt too nauseated to look at it.

Screaming. Panic. Tears streamed down Harry's face as his hands gently stroked bloodied blond hair, looking down at the broken boy in his lap.

Where had it gone so wrong?

"Get out of here, Harry!" Tonks grunted, shooting Lucius Malfoy in the head and turning to Draco with a manic look in her eyes. "Come on, help me take him-"

Tonks' sentence was cut off as she was promptly shot in the back of the head by Bellatrix. She fell to the ground and didn't move again.

Harry's mouth opened in a never ending scream that pierced the room. He was surrounded by bodies, there was blood on his hands that wasn't his, Draco was dying in his arms, Tonks was dead on the floor, Bellatrix aimed her gun at him again and, wow, that stung a little. He looked down to see red seeping through his clothes and the last thing he thought was finally, some peace and quiet, before blacking out.

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So yay

Uh anyways, this shit might end soon be prepared :)

Also I don't know shit about how guns work. #thebritishlife

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