Y/N's POV

Trapped. That's how I felt. I felt like being at Hogwarts was only holding me back and trapping me when I could've been doing something and actually making an impact somewhere.

"What's your issue?" Draco asked me as we were sitting in the Great Hall.

Both of us were in our suits and I looked at Draco before shrugging. "Bored I guess...there's nothing much for me here is there?"

"You want to be out there don't you?" Draco asked. "With him..."

I did want to be out there, but not necessarily as Voldemort's bitch. I wanted to be out there with Hermione, with the others, trying to put an end to this madness.

My right hand was in my jacket pocket, playing with the Snitch that I had taken from the Ministry that Dumbledore had left me. I hadn't tried to open it but it was on the list of things I wanted to do.

"Tell Snape you don't want to be here anymore then." Blaise suggested from opposite me.

"You know what," I said, "yeah. I'm going to do that."

I stood up, straightened my suit and buttoned it up, before I made my way out the Great Hall, going towards where Snape resided.

"Mr Malfoy," the Professor drawled, looking at me questioningly, "what can I do for you?"

I looked at Snape and then looked at the Carrow siblings who were obviously trying to eavesdrop. I gave them a stern look, instructing them to mind their own business.

"I feel as though," I paused, "my opportunities here are limited."

Snape looked at me with almost a hint of intrigue, "And why are you under the impression that is the case?"

I lowered my voice to a whisper so that only Snape could hear. "There is much more going on beyond these walls Severus, I cannot sit back and let it all just happen."

"Come with me Mr Malfoy, perhaps we need to talk in my office." the Headmaster stated, getting up from his seat and making his way out the Great Hall.

I promptly followed him and together we walked up the all too familiar steps into the Headmaster's office. It was almost identical to the way Dumbledore had left it. Snape sat down at his desk and looked at me.

"Are you going to help the Order? Is that why you wish to leave Hogwarts?"

"I'm tired of sitting around here when everyone I care about is out there trying to survive." I replied, my mind mainly on Hermione.

Snape sighed. "How will you tell the Dark Lord?"

I shrugged. "I will reside at Malfoy Manor where he is and then I can make excuses for where I go. He doesn't question me much, he let's me get on with whatever I want to get on with as long as I'm there when he needs me."

"Are you not worried that the Dark Lord is going to catch on?" Snape asked, referring to my real loyalties.

I glared at Snape. "Are you questioning my abilities Severus?"

"No, not at all. I am merely just curious."

"I've done this for while, I think I can manage." I replied, although part of me was slightly worried about the repercussions should Voldemort figure out my true allegiance to the Order.

Snape looked at me. "If you think that this is the right decision for you, I will not stop you. But I urge you to think carefully. Here you are almost protected, here you can be shielded from the outside."

"But I can't be protected here," I replied, almost frustrated, "whenever he needs me he will call me. Just because I go here doesn't mean I am exempt from doing whatever he wants me to do. At least if I'm not here I can spend my time trying to do something good, trying to actually be a good double agent and help rather than spending all my time in the Carrow's stupid classes."

Snape knew that there was no arguing against me so he just remained silent. I took this time to glance around the office. I could see the sorting hat resting on the top shelf and I could see various paintings hung up around the room - albeit most of them were vacant. What I then noticed was that on the shelf behind Snape, there was something familiar, something that I once had in my possession.

"Why do you have my prophecy?" I said suspiciously, looking at the glowing orb that was on one of the shelves behind Snape's desk.

"Professor Dumbledore had it, I am not aware of how he came into possession of it." Snape replied cooly.

I racked my brains, I had it with me the night at the Department of Mysteries but then so much happened that night I couldn't recall what happened to the prophecy I was in possession of. It seemed like somehow, Albus Dumbledore managed to get his hands on my prophecy. I suppose since I had taken it off the shelf it meant anyone could touch it.

I walked towards the orb slowly, desperate to hear what my prophecy was. I had longed to hear it for so long but I never had the opportunity to do so, until now.

A million thoughts clouded through my mind, what was I going to hear? Was I going to be like Harry? Was I going to have to die? Was I one of Voldemort's Horcruxes? There were so many questions and I just needed an answer to them.

Snape did nothing to try and prevent me from hearing my prophecy, it was almost like he knew there was no point keeping it away from me.

When I finally approached the shelf, I inspected the glowing ball. The writing was almost identical to the writing on Harry's prophecy.

S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.
Dark Lord
and Y/N L/N

I placed my hand over the mysterious ball and braced myself to hear what was in store for me. A voice spoke from the prophecy and echoed these words.

"The one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will never be successful unless the Dark Lord's bloodline ceases to exist. The Dark Lord's heirs must all die before he can be defeated."

Silence. There was not a single sound in the room as my brain rapidly deciphered what the prophecy meant. It correlated with Harry's prophecy, it meant that as long as I was alive Harry could never kill Voldemort. I was his only living heir left, which meant that I stood in the way of Voldemort's demise.

Then it clicked. This entire time Albus Dumbledore knew what had to happened to me, and to Harry. It was all part of some sick, twisted plan. He knew Harry had to die and he knew I had to die. What was going to happen though? Harry had to kill Voldemort but he had to die? How was that going to work? The only person who would have the answers for that would be Dumbledore, but he was dead. Helpful.

I finally managed to speak, my voice was hoarse. "This whole time? This whole fucking time he knew I had to die but he still put me through all this?"

"Y/N-" Snape tried to speak, he could tell I was getting angry and he tried to diffuse the situation but I cut him off instantly.

"ALL THAT DOUBLE AGENT BULLSHIT, ALL THOSE THINGS HE-" I shuddered slightly at the mention of my grandfather, "-HE MADE ME DO? HOW WERE THEY GOING TO HELP? IF I WAS GOING TO DIE ANYWAYS? WHAT WAS HIS PLAN? HE WAS JUST RAISING ME LIKE A LAMB TO SLAUGHTER, HE KNEW. JUST LIKE HARRY. DUMBLEDORE HAS JUST RAISED ME AND HARRY BOTH UP AND WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT WE ARE JUST GOING TO DIE. WE'RE BOTH THE SAME, HARRY'S A HORCRUX AND I'M BASICALLY ONE IF THE DARK LORD CAN'T DIE UNLESS I'M DEAD. HOW IS THIS ALL GOING TO WORK? IT'S TOO COMPLICATED, HOW CAN IT WORK?"

"Please," Snape tried to say, "you must understand..."

"Fuck him." I breathed, anger coursing through every single vein in my broken body. "Why would he do that to me? What did he ever get out of it? He had you. You were the double agent, why did he need me?"

"Because the Dark Lord trusts you more than anyone else." Snape replied.

My breathing was unsteady, my heart was racing. "What am I going to do? Does he know?"

I was referring to Voldemort. Snape looked at me and shook his head. "No, I don't think he knows of any of the prophecies. That's why he sent Lucius to collect it from Harry that night."

I processed the information in my mind but I made no external acknowledgement to Snape. I just stood there, silent and breathing heavily.

Then something else clicked. Hermione. How was I going to tell her I had to die? How was she going to cope with my death? How were we going to live our perfect life together? It made me sick just thinking about it, I didn't want to think about it.

My life was falling apart, everyone's lives were falling apart. There were so many secrets, so many lies. I knew from this moment on that nothing was going to be easy, I knew that if somehow, by some miracle, we were going to win this war, we would have to go to hell and back. I let out a sigh, for now I had bigger problems to worry about than winning the war.

How was I going to escape death?

Was I going to escape death?

Or do I just accept it?