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Two days later I was sat in the Gryffindor common room with Harry, Ron and Hermione, putting the finishing touches to my doll.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" asked Ron nervously.
"Relax. I've researched it," I replied calmly, scanning my notes to make sure I'd done everything correctly.
"Are you sure you want to do it like this?" asked Hermione, biting her lip. "I mean, it's illegal, you could get into a lot of trouble..."
"Nothing worse than what I've suffered, thanks to him. Besides, everyone'll be a lot happier when he's out of the way. Especially me. Anyway, I'm not gonna kill him straight away, I want him to suffer a bit first." Harry smiled and put his arms around me.
"You're still a Slytherin at heart, aren't you?"

"Of course, that's why I'm so irresistible. Right, it's finished!" I held the doll up to the light, examining it critically before putting it back in my bag. "Right, I'm off to bed now, see you bright and early for Double Potions!"
"Early, yes, but not especially bright," grinned Harry. I smiled and kissed him, and made my way back to the dungeons.


The Slytherin common room was virtually empty when I got back. The room's only occupant was Wade, who was sitting my old armchair by the fire. We hadn't spoken since he and I had left Snape's office, so as usual I ignored him and made my way over to the steps leading to the boys' dorms.

"Draco, wait!" Wade called. I spun around. "Where have you been?"
"With Harry," I replied shortly.
"I'm surprised you came back, I thought you'd have been fucking him tonight."
"If this is going to be another crack at my sexuality or my choice of partner I'm off to bed," I announced, turning back towards the stairs.

"No, wait, I want to talk to you!" he said urgently. I regarded him for a second, then sat in an armchair by the fire.
"This had better be good," I said, steepling my fingers and giving him my best Bond villain look, whilst resisting the urge to find a white cat to stroke. Damn those Muggle Studies film nights. I was in danger of becoming a fanatic.

"Draco, I have to say I'm really, really sorry about... well, about everything really. I've been acting like a total prick and I can't believe how I've acted, I'm so ashamed of myself. You're my oldest friend, my only real friend, and if I could turn back time, I would. I'm so sorry, mate." I stared at him coldly for a second.
"By rights I should have you roasting over an open fire." I sighed and grinned. "I guess hanging around with these Gryffindors is making me soft. Come here, you wanker!" I opened my arms and we embraced, and it was almost as if this last year had never happened. It felt good to have my best friend back again. There was just one thing, however...

"You do know, don't you, that Pansy will now hate you forever." Wade laughed.
"Thank fuck for that, I was almost ready to resort to desperate measures in order to get rid of her!" I laughed, and gave a fake gasp of horror.
"You don't mean..."
"Yes. I was just about ready to make a move on Millicent Bulstrode!"


The next morning I'd managed, after about half an hour, to persuade Wade to sit with me at the Gryffindor table. The whole school went silent as we sat down, then started buzzing with chatter again. All except the Gryffindors, who were glaring at Wade.

"What is he doing here?" hissed Seamus.
"I, er, think I'd better go..." began Wade, getting off his chair. I grabbed his robe and pulled him down.
"You'll stay where you are if you're really serious about being my friend again. It's okay, Seamus, we've had a chat and everything's fine," I smiled.
"You believe anything that bastard says?"
"I believe him."
"Yeah, well I believe deeds, not words, he nearly killed you!"
"He also saved not only my life but the lives of Hermione and Snape as well. I think that makes up for it, don't you?" Seamus nodded and began to eat his bacon, his eyes fixed firmly on Wade.

Harry, Ron and Hermione entered. Harry smiled when he saw me, then frowned as he noticed Wade.
"So you're friends again then?"
"Yeah. You know what happened the other day, well, I think that's proof enough, don't you?"
"I suppose you know best."
"Besides, he's rather sexy."
"Seamus!" The blond Irish boy ducked as bits of food were thrown at him, and emerged grinning.
"Just telling it like it is."

"Wade!" Everyone on the table winced and covered their ears. There was no mistaking that squeal. Pansy Parkinson had found her victim. "What are you doing? Come and sit with me!"
"Fuck off and die, Parkinson," replied Wade casually.
"Come on, quick, before you catch something!"
"Impossible. I've already caught everything off you."
"Well!" shrieked Pansy, stamping her foot. "I should have known that you'd go crawling back to that faggot!"
"Stop wasting your breath on our time."
"But Wade, I love you!" Wade put down his knife and fork and turned to Hermione, who was sat next to him.

"Sorry about this, Hermione," he said, before pulling her into a very theatrical kiss. Pansy screamed and ran off. Wade released Hermione, who had gone bright red.
"You could have warned me!" she squealed.
"Sorry, but the situation was getting desperate." Wade turned to Ron, who was glaring at him.
"Sorry, you can have your girlfriend back now."
"She's not my girlfriend," muttered Ron, also going red and starting on his cereal.


It was nearing the end of the school year. Wade was still a little uncomfortable around the Gyffindors, but he was gradually learning to accept them as friends. Lucius had been detained by Fudge for questioning. His trial was in a couple of weeks. I just hoped that they wouldn't call me as a witness, I never wanted to see him again.

My thoughts kept straying to the doll that was in my bag. I still hadn't used it. There had been no need, really. Besides, I only wanted to use it when he was here, to see the look of shock and pain on his face when he realises that there are people in the world capable of beating him.

And all the while, news of Voldemort kept filtering through. He was definitely getting stronger, a thought that terrified me. Whenever we heard news of another death, I just closed my eyes and thanked whatever deities were listening that I was no longer part of it. There were rumours flying around that he was waiting to attack the school. It terrified me. I knew he was after Harry, and I don't know what I'd do without Harry. Actually, I do know. I'd die without Harry. But I'd sooner not die just yet.

But still, nobody was expecting it when it happened. We were all sat down at dinner one day when a sudden, icy wind began to blow through the hall. It started off softly, then gradually got stronger and stronger, blowing things off the tables and even blowing the tables over themselves. The wind seemed to gain colour, becoming black and obscuring everything from view. Then suddenly, it stopped, revealing the terrifying figures of Voldemort and the Death Eaters standing in the middle of the Great Hall.

People screamed and began to run for the doors. Voldemort raised his wand and the doors slammed shut, trapping everyone in the Hall. Voldemort regarded us all, calmly, before turning his gaze on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked so fearsome, I didn't know who to be more scared of. I could understand why he was the only one Voldemort was frightened of. There was just an aura of immense power around him, and he seemed to have grown several inches. I longed to run from my seat and hide behind him.

"So," said Voldemort with a sneer. "I am here. My loyal Death Eaters are here. My faithful servants are here. What are you going to do to stop us taking over now, old man?"
"I will fight," said Dumbledore. "And there are those here who will fight with me."
"Ah, yes." Voldemort turned his evil red eyes onto the Gryffindor table. "Famous Harry Potter. It is good to see you again, boy. Are you sure you won't join me?"
"Never," hissed Harry. He was glaring defiantly at Voldemort, even though he'd gone white, his scar standing out, livid, on his forehead. His hands were clenched tight, and his wand arm was twitching.
"As you wish. I will kill you last. You will see everyone you know suffer, and know that you have been foolish, and you will wish that you had made the wise decision, to side..."

Voldemort was cut off as a spell hit him in the side, knocking him down. He jumped up and screamed, "Kill them! Kill them all! But leave Dumbledore and the boy to me!" Students screamed and tried to shield themselves. Those who could, in the fifth year and above, grabbed their wands to defend themselves and their friends. Soon the air was thick with spells and screaming.

I thought I had been scared before, but it was nothing compared to what I felt as I hexed the nearest Death Eater. Mere fear had gone to be replaced with sheer, blind terror. I was scared of losing, of losing the battle, of losing my life, of losing Harry...

My thoughts strayed again to the doll in my bag. It was a desperate chance, but it might just work, and if it didn't, well, I'd probably be dead anyway once the battle was over. I deflected a hex that had been sent towards Harry and dived under the table, scrabbling for my bag. I grabbed the little black doll and the box of pins and ran towards the High Table, where the two great wizards were duelling.

"Stop!" I yelled, climbing up onto the table. Snape saw me and waved his wand, sending a sonic boom across the hall. Everyone stopped their fighting and turned towards the table, even Voldemort and Dumbledore. My heart was hammering painfully fast and my hands were shaking so much I could hardly grip the doll. Voldemort grinned when he saw me.

"Well, well. Lucius' son. You've given us quite a bit of trouble, young man!" I nodded. "Well, was it worth it? So you could fuck that useless son of a whore?"
"Don't talk about my Harry like that," I hissed, more bravely than I felt.
"You know, you really have been a most disobedient child. And naughty children must be punished. Crucio!"

I screamed as the curse hit me. I fell down on my knees, dropping the doll and clawing at my head, desperate to pass out, to die, anything.

Suddenly the pain stopped and I stood up shakily, picking up the doll and the pins.
"I'm disappointed in you, Draco Malfoy. I thought you'd offer more of a challenge than that. Someone kill him. I am tired of him."

"Wait," I commanded, raising the doll. Voldemort turned back towards me and smiled a cold, humourless smile.
"What have you got there? A voodoo doll?" He laughed. "Voodoo? Merely a simple trick to terrify the gullible? You think that can stop me?" He laughed some more. The entire school, including Death Eaters, were staring fixedly at the doll. I could see the hope in some of their faces. I could see Harry, Ron, Hermione and Wade huddled in a corner, nodding or mouthing 'Do it now!'. I turned back to Voldemort and stuck a pin into the doll's arm.

Voldemort stopped laughing and clutched his arm. He stared from his arm to me and back again.
"And that is going to stop me how?" he sneered, raising his wand, but not sounding quite so confident as before. I ignored him and stuck some more pins in, in the legs and torso. A howl of pain escaped Voldemort, and he sank to his knees.

"Where do you want me to stick the pin next, Riddle?" I asked. "The head, the groin or the heart? I think the head, don't you?" I stuck the pin in. He screamed and clawed at his head. He turned his eyes to me, eyes now filled not with contempt, but terror.
"How?" he whispered. I smiled.

"It's all to do with the power of belief," I explained. "You see, in order for voodoo to work, you have to really believe that it will work. There's no room for doubt." I dropped the box of pins, opened my hand and concentrated, producing a small fireball. "And if enough people really, truly believe that this will work, I have the power to destroy you on the spot. And I reckon that virtually everyone here believes." I touched the doll's leg to the fire, briefly. Voldemort howled and lifted up his robes, revealing a burnt, blistering leg.

"And the thing about voodoo," I continued, almost conversationally, "is that there's no coming back from it. Not if you're killed. It's something to do with the doll, it binds the spirit, and if the doll is destroyed, so is the spirit. Now do you know what fear means?" I whispered, slowly raising the doll in the air and bringing it towards the fire.

"Kill him!" screamed Voldemort, the panic all too apparent in his voice. "Kill him, before he does it!"
"Too late," I whispered, and dropped the doll into the fire. Voldemort screamed and twisted, and the smell of burning flesh filled the hall. Flashes of dark, sinister lights filled the air, like a colourful thunderstorm. Red smoke oozed from the stricken Dark Lord, circling above him, and as he was finally burnt down, the smoke imploded.

The occupants of the Hall stared in stunned silence at the ashes which were all that remained of the most powerful Dark Lord for over a century. Then, quick as a flash, the teachers and Prefects circled the Death Eaters, apprehending them and leading them out.

I sat down on the floor and buried my head in my hands. I really wanted to burst into tears or something, but I found that I just couldn't. Over. It was all over. There was nothing to worry about any more.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into Dumbledore's face.
"That was extremely brave of you, young Malfoy," he smiled. "Not many people would have had the courage to stand up to him like that. And, to tell you the truth, I'm very glad you did, because I was about to resort to my final plan, which would probably have resulted in the death of me, or Mr Potter, or both."

"It's over, it's really over," I murmured. "No more Voldemort!"
"No more Voldemort," Dumbledore agreed. "I will not ask you why you made that doll or who for, because it doesn't matter, not now. And now, I think your friends want to talk to you." Dumbledore smiled again and moved away.

"Draco!" Harry threw himself at me, nearly knocking me backwards. "Oh my God, Draco, that was so brave and so cool and so, so, so fucking stupid! Don't you ever do anything like that to me again!"
"I won't need to," I smiled, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Draco," whispered Hermione, her face pale. "I thought that doll was meant for your father?"
"It was, originally. But it's possible to change it. I told you, it's all to do with belief. And it worked! No more Voldemort! We're safe!"

"Not everyone made it, though," said Wade sombrely. I lifted my head and looked around the hall. Most of the Slytherins were safe, apart from one or two of the younger ones who had got hit by a stray curse. I scanned the teachers. Professor Sinistra, the Astronomy teacher, was being led up to the hospital wing by Madam Hooch. Professor Vector, the Arithmancy witch, wasn't so lucky. She was being covered by Professor Snape, and he and McGonagall took her out. I couldn't see Flitwick.

I then looked for the rest of the Gryffindors I had come to love. Neville was nowhere to be seen, but I heard Ron telling that Lavender girl that he'd gone to help out in the hospital wing. I couldn't see Seamus anywhere. Well, look for Dean then, the two boys were always together.

I finally saw Seamus kneeling by a dark shape in a corner. He appeared to be crying. I got up unsteadily and moved towards him. Then I realised that the dark shape was, in fact, Dean.

"Oh, Seamus," I whispered, moving to hug the blond Irish boy. He clung to me, sobbing his heart out.
"It's not fair!" he cried. "How could we all survive, and Dean not? It's not fair!"
"At least we are alive," pointed out Wade. I helped Seamus to stand up.
"Wade's right," I said. "We're alive. There's no more Voldemort. We're safe now. That's something to be thankful for."
"Indeed," grinned Harry, putting his arms around my waist. "And I don't know about you, but I'm really looking forward to a nice, peaceful, normal year next year."