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They reached the top of the Astronomy Tower. Panting and laying Cho's body down, they sat for a while.

"She knew what to do. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with you two..." Said Malfoy, with uncertainty.

"We could play tic-tac-toe," said Phil sarcastically. Dan was surprised by this. This was way out of character for Phil. He was usually a precious cinnamon roll who was kind to everyone. Dan made a note to ask him about that later.

Malfoy didn't reply but made to cast some protecting spells. Once he was done, he sat with the boys.

"I'm not a Death Eater, you know."

"I know," said Dan, at the same time Phil said, "Do we?"

"My father was. And he made me take the oath. My mother tried to talk him out of it, but it went through one ear out the other, you know? He made me do terrible things. I didn't want to do any of them." He sighed. Dan noticed the deep bags under his eyes, the wrinkles starting to form on his skin. Malfoy was growing older, however badly he didn't want to admit it.

"I felt so bad afterward. But I couldn't say the word no. I almost killed someone - more than once. I was sixteen. Same as you," Malfoy shuddered. "Students should not be warriors."

Dan could tell Malfoy meant the words he was saying.

"And anyway, how could I turn against my own boyfriend?"

"Wait, what?" Asked Dan.

"You dated Harry Potter!?" Shrieked Phil.

"Are you kidding me?" Said Malfoy, smirking. "Scarhead couldn't resist me..."

His crooked smile fell. "You know what his last words were to me? 'Malfoy... Draco, I love you. Sometimes.'" He was laughing, but tears were beginning to pool in his eyes. "I miss the stupid kid." He said, more to himself than anyone else.

Phil glanced at Dan. He looked at their fingers, interlaced so perfectly, and realized he loved no one more. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Dan. He wanted to wake up every morning next to him. He wanted to travel the world with him, and laugh and cry with him and never stop. He wanted to annoy him forever.

Suddenly, the shield charm was broken, and three masked Death Eaters entered. 

"You still keep those bloody masks on?" Asked Dan, immediately raising his wand and standing amongst Phil and Draco. "You lot scared, or something?" He smirked as the slaves removed their masks, some sheepishly, others angrily.

"It's three on three, kids," said the only female. 

"I'm going to have to kill Voldemort, anyway, so why don't you put your little sticks down and lead me to my godforsaken father?"

The Death Eaters glanced at one another. 

"And if you even think about laying your iniquitous hands on my boyfriend, if you so much as hurt a hair on his head, I swear to Merlin I will fucking pitch you off this tower and into tomorrow."

"Who are you threatening, Howell? Or, should I say, Riddle," said the leftmost lackey.

"Oh, fuck off and just tell me where Moldevort is."

The six wizards stood, facing each other, wands raised and indomitable. 

"This scene is going nowhere, and the author isn't quite sure how to continue the plot to finish this goddamned story, so can we please go visit my dearest daddy?" Asked Dan, breaking the fourth wall.

The Death Eaters complied, making the author very happy, and led the trio to the Forbidden Forest.

"Of course, he would choose the Forbidden Forest to hide," Malfoy sneered when they arrived, making sure Voldemort himself could hear him. "Predictable."

And in all of his undead glory, there he was. An upright corpse. His pale skin peeling and sliding, rotten bones showing through his ripped robes. He didn't have eyes. But he could see the three young wizards approached him. He could see his unloyal Death Eaters, surrounding him. He could sense their terror. He knew their true loyalty did not lie with him. Indeed, the Dark Lord knew that they only stood by his side in fear for their lives. Because they knew, firsthand, if they were against him they were synonymous with a cadaver.

And there at his side, stood Dolores Umbridge. A smile on her face that did not reach her eyes. At once, she and another Death Eater took Malfoy under custody and broke his wand in half.

"Hello, son," said the Dark Lord, his voice beyond a rasp. His voice was barely above a whisper, but everyone could hear what he would say.

"I cannot believe my mom fucked you," retched Dan.

"Crucio!" Whispered Voldemort. Dan let out a scream, racked with pain. Phil gasped and rushed to Dan's side, driven to blubbering in concern. "How dare you speak to me that way?" Said the Dark Lord, almost confused with his son's disrespect.

"Yeah, as if you deserve any respect," he yelled, spitting at his face. Despite this, his brave façade was starting to give way; his voice was shaking, his hands were trembling like mad, and he yelled prematurely when his father once again hit him with the Unforgivable Curse.

Phil stepped in front of Dan.

Oh no.

"Phil, no," shouted Dan, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, I see, this almost scares you more," said Voldemort.

"I'd rather me than you," said Phil quietly.

"No, Phi-"

"Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra!"

Phil fell to the ground, gasping and screaming in horrific, all-consuming agony. Long, deep lashes cut into his body. 

"No, no, no, no no NO. Not. Not- not Phil, no, kill me instead no please fix him Dad no you can't kill him this isn't fair fucking this isn't fucking fair TAKE ME INSTEAD." He looked around at the remaining Death Eaters, their masks emotionless. He stared at Malfoy, his last hope, who was held captive by one of them. Draco stared back, sadly. He shook his head. "Do something." Dan wept, "Anything. Kill me instead. Please."

Voldemort laughed harshly. He smiled morosely at Dan's figure covering Phil's body. He was hugging him and shaking so intensely he might have been having a fit. (He was.)

"Phil my love don't leave me I can't have you leave me not again please stay with me I love you I love you please sta-"

"I almost didn't come, you know," rasped Phil, interrupting Dan, who was immediately silenced. "To Hogwarts, I mean. My parents didn't want me to. It was only a year after the Battle. I didn't know too much about it, but I was afraid. Everyone was. They were waiting around, waiting for something more to happen. But I insisted. I read about Harry Potter's adventures, about how he inspired mayhem and conquered fear. I really wanted to come." He gasped for a while, trying to catch his breath. "I really wanted to come. And then I found you. And you made it even better." He coughed up some blood, and Dan sobbed even harder. He could not bear to watch his love slowly and painstakingly die, and yet he couldn't take his eyes off of him.

"Imagine how much my life would have sucked if I never met you!" Said Phil. He was trying to remain positive, but his voice was shaking. "For instance, I would have never learned the Road Less Traveled."

"It's the Road Not Taken, you absolute spork."

"Written by Jack Frost's brother, correct?"

"Correct."

"Oh, and I would've probably still thought I was straight."

"Yeah, right, you flaming homosexual."

Phil giggled, yet they sat in a painful silence.

It was Dan who disturbed it.

"I'm sorry for first year...Through fourth, I suppose. That was so stupid. I shouldn't have said that, and that was three more years we could have spent together, instead of -"

"It was me who was silly, no need to apologize," Phil said quietly, cutting him off. Sometimes I'm too pure and precious for my own good."

"That you are."

"I should've appreciated you while I had you."

"I hate to interrupt this beautiful tête-à-tête," rasped an unmistakeable voice, "But I believe there is a prophecy to be broken."

"Jesus effing Christ, how pretentious," groaned Dan, rolling his eyes. "Give me sec, babe."

Phil strained a smile, knowing he wouldn't last that long.

"You seriously expect me to believe that bullshit prophecy?" Dan laughed coldly. "How stupid do you believe me to be?"

"You're right, I made it up."

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock."

"Crucio!"

Dan screamed out in extreme pain. Phil winced. 

"I love you," Phil whispered to Dan. Dan didn't hear him. Phil died.

"I can take whatever you'll throw at me, you pathetic egg," breathed Dan, taking out his own wand and pointing it at his father.

Voldemort himself laughed at that one, though bitterly as he may. Dan thought he could see...was that sadness in his eyes?

"I realize you resent me." His voice was faint. One could almost mistake he was...sorry? "And you have reason to. All my life, I have spent wallowing in hate and discrimination. Letting my power control every part of what only a liar would call my life. I set what morals I had left aside, and instead let my false ideas sovereign. I was so powerful. And so young. I'm sorry...You grew up without a father. I'm sorry you grew up the way you did. I'm sorry you bear my name, son."

"Wait, what the fuck? What do you mean you're sorry? You're lying. You're incapable of sorrow, much less love." Voldemort moved to place his hand on Dan's shoulder, but he shoved away. "No, don't touch me!" He shouted, and what sorrow Voldemort had in his eyes was now gone. "You just killed my boyfriend. You don't get to apologize."

"Daniel..." Whispered Tom. "You are so strong. You are one of the strongest wizards of your generation. You realize you are my son? My blood? Do you even realize the potential you hold? You could kill everyone in this vicinity with the flick of your wand. Imagine, together, our powers working together, for the greater good, ridding the world of Muggles once and for all...Think of it, son." 

Dan remained silent. The monster's eyes hardened.

"If you are not with me, son, you are against me." He raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

Dan dodged the beam of green light, but just by a centimetre. He looked around, not knowing what to do. What good was his wand against the most powerful Dark wizard of all time?

At once, he locked eyes with Umbridge. She smiled at him, and handed him a sickle.

"A sickle for luck, Howell."

Dan stared at her, confused for a moment, until he heard his father shout in a confused rage. He turned to see he was...scared.

Then it clicked.

He threw the silver on the ground and shouted, 

"Bombarda Maxima!"

Voldemort yelled out in what only could be described as torment. As though...a part of his soul had been ripped out. He fell on his knees, groaning and writhing around, looking nothing more than a wounded creature. Which he was.

"Good idea, bastard," laughed Dan. "Really! Putting your soul in a Sickle. Kind of smart, actually...Pass it around, you figured we'd never be able to find it."

"Avada Kedavra. Crucio. Imperio. Stupefy. Expelliarmus?" Voldemort fired spell after spell, his wand emitting sparks but not actually casting the curses. He was too weak. He was dying. His Death Eaters looked around at each other, not knowing what to do. 

Silence blanketed the room.

He tried one last time, mustering all his strength. "Avada... Kedavra."

A flash of green light.

"You fool," Dan uttered heroically, through clenched teeth and wet eyes, "didn't you know love always wins?"