His only Need

At supper that evening, Draco and Hermione kept sending each other secret smiling looks, thinking that nobody noticed, but someone did.

“Had a good afternoon?” Tonks asked casually looking down at her cup of peppermint tea, her face looking completely neutral. Draco looked at her smirking. “Can’t complain.” His eyes glistened with contentment and amusement… It had been a very interesting afternoon. He looked at Hermione and started to laugh when he saw the expression on her face.

Ron, confused, looked at Harry wondering what he’d missed. Then looked from Hermione to Draco. “Bloody Hell, you didn’t?” He looked shocked but then turned red and looked down at the table. “Oi, Weasley, keep your dirty little mind off my girlfriend!” Malfoy grinned, making Ron turn an even deeper red. “RON!” Hermione looked at him then ran from the room hearing Draco’s laughter and Ron muttering something that sounded like “damn you Malfoy” followed by more laugher. Then Draco yelled, “Hey, wait up,” and followed Hermione out of the room.

“Nice one, Ron.” Harry said in a sarcastic tone and shook his head. “You need to get over it. She’s with Malfoy now. And with his reputation, it was bound to happen sooner or later. ‘Mione’s a big witch, she knows what she’s doing,” and then added, “I hope!”

“I am over the love thing, but just got the picture of them… naked… going at it,” he turned red again. Harry chuckled “Then Malfoy was right. You have a dirty mind, Ron!”

Harry worried slightly that it turned HIM on thinking about Hermione naked. Now where did that come from?



“Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco… Please come to the living room.” McGonagall’s voice rang through the house using the Sonorus charm. The four were heard running down the stairs and when they entered the room all their faces looked worried.

“Is it time, Prof… Headmistress?” Harry said in a calm but worried voice.

“Yes, Harry, it's time. The Order has found… with the help of young master Malfoy… Voldemort’s hiding place. They are going to attack him tonight, when the Death Eater’s are meeting up with their Lord and Master.”

“How do you know they are meeting tonight?” Hermione asked as Lupin and the other members entered the room.

“We have spies as you well know and our source is very reliable.” The room suddenly went quiet as the fire in the fireplace turned green and someone stepped out of the flames. Snape shook the dust from his cloak. “Evening. Everybody ready to go?” He asked in his cold voice. “YOU!” both Harry and Draco screamed grabbing their wands and pointing it at their old Potions professor. Snape was ready for that reaction and quickly cast Expelliarmus, making both wands fly from their hands.

The boys screamed their anger out.

“Why did you kill Dumbledore?”
“Why didn’t you stop them from hurting me?”
“He trusted you!”
“I trusted you!”

“Now, now boys! We haven’t got time for this. All will be explained AFTER tonight! I promise,” McGonagall quickly said. “Now go and get ready. This is what you’ve been training for, for the last few weeks. You four are the only younger wizards that are going tonight. Try not to get yourselves killed. Follow our plan and, with any luck, you’ll not even be in combat.”

She looked at them and thought about when they were first sorted into their houses. Had it been 7 years already? Time went by so very fast and now the four young wizards stood in front of her, ready to go out and end the terror that Voldemort spread across the Wizarding world. She was so very proud and so very scared that they weren’t ready. “Go on,” she waved them on and four serious looking young wizards went to their rooms to ready themselves for battle, not knowing if they would be alive to see the sunrise.



The Order had split into four small groups, each accompanied by one of the young ones. Harry with Shacklebolt, Ron with Tonks, Hermione with McGonagall and Draco with Lupin.

The small groups of 5-6 wizards and witches hid amongst the shadows spread in a circle around the forest clearing. They waited for the pops of the Death Eaters Apparating to meet with their serpent leader. As Snape had promised, a little past 1 a.m., the first pop was heard and was soon followed by more.



The Death Eaters formed a circle awaiting the arrival of Voldemort and about 10 minutes later their Master arrived. Raising his hands he looked at each individual Death Eater. “Friends, Death Eaters!” The crowd chanted his name. “The night is coming! The night where we will crush the ones standing in the way for us to rise to our rightful places as leaders of the Wizarding world!”

The crowd shouted their approval into the air. Then the sound of spells being cast filled the air as the Order began their attack. Each group tackling its assigned targets leaving the younger ones in the shadows casting Conjunctivitis curses, the Confundus Charm and Langlock curses on any Death Eater close enough.

It only took Voldemort a second to realize that he had been betrayed. Furious, he engaged in the fight, looking for Potter and sensed him standing in the shadows. The coward turned his wand at Harry and didn’t see Ron and Draco from their places behind the Lord. They raised their wands and sent spells flying his way.

“Locomotor Mortis!” Ron bellowed wanting to give his best friend a chance to defend himself. He heard Draco scream from the top of his lungs “Sectumsempra” slashing deep cuts in to Voldemort’s body and face. He fell to the ground howling with pain and fury. He had been so focused on Potter he had forgotten about his pesky little friends.

Harry came running out of the shadows pointing his wand at Voldemort, “Expelliarmus!” at the same time that Ron cast a binding charm. Suddenly Voldemort was lying defenceless, like Dumbledore had been.

Harry's hand was shaking. Voldemort looked back with insanity glowing in his eyes. “You don’t have the guts to kill me, Potter!” he growled, “You are too weak! You don’t have the stomach to face the consequences of taking a life.” Now laughing. “You are nothi…"

“Crucio!” Draco’s eyes blazed with hate. He wanted to make the son of a bitch hurt, not even caring that he was using one of the unforgivable cruses. “Crucio,” he cried out again and again making the dark wizard twist on the ground in pain, screaming and cursing.

He only stopped for a moment when a warm hand touched his shoulder. “Stop, Draco… Stop, let the Aurors deal with him… Please stop!” Hermione’s voice quivered with anguish, seeing the hatred present in her lover’s eyes. He wanted to make Voldemort beg… Beg for Draco to kill him.



At the sight of their leader defenceless and being tortured by Draco, the Death Eaters tried to make a run for it, but one after one fell to the ground by the hands of the Order members. Lupin, McGonagall and Snape ran towards the teenagers watching in horror as Draco time and time again using the Cruciatus Curse on Voldemort and not even Hermione being able to make him stop!

“STOP IT, DRACO!” Snape yelled, the boy never even look up. “Expelliarmus!” Lupin shouted and Draco’s wand flew out of sight. Draco looked up, thoughts of revenge flashing in his eyes. With a voice as cold as the grave, face contorting in hate, he wheezed, “He deserves this. I’m making him pay for every one he has killed. For every family that has lost a loved one because of HIM."

The golden trio stared at him in horror. Frozen in fear at the frantic look in their friend’s eyes.

Whilst all eyes were on Draco, Voldemort accumulated all his power and using wandless magic sent a blasting spell, throwing all, but Harry back from the scene. Then he conjured a shielding dome around himself and Potter. Breaking the binding spell he raised to his feet. “Who will help you now, Potter?”

Harry’s jaw tightened. “I don’t need anybody to help me.”
Voldemort laughed a hard cold laughter. “We’ll see, Potter… Let’s duel… Winner is the one who LIVES.”

Voldemort wordlessly cast “Expelliarmus,” thinking that this would be short, but fun. No wands meant no chance that what happened last time they duelled would repeat itself. It would be man against boy, good against evil…
“Let the fun begin!”



Harry’s friends and fellow Order members got to their feet and sprinted towards the two wizards circling each other, only to run in to the barrier surrounding them.

“We need to get in to help Harry!” Ron cried.

Draco, back to his senses after being thrown through the air, looked at Hermione. “Is Harry able to cast non-verbal spells?” When she didn’t answer he shouted, “HERMIONE!” She turned to look at him. “Does Harry know how to cast non-verbal spells?!” She nodded.

“SNAPE!” Draco screamed. The Potion master already knew what he has going to ask. “Smart thinking, Draco… I’ll try.” Using Legilimens, Snape, thankful that Harry never learned Occlumency to such a degree, that he could keep him out of his mind, entered Harry’s thoughts and told him to only use non-verbal spells if he could.

All of this happened in minutes and then Snape and the others concentrated on breaking the shielding spell, so they could get in and help Harry.


Meanwhile, Harry and Voldemort were trying to figure out the other one’s next move. When Harry blinked Voldemort cast a tripping spell causing Harry to stumble to the ground, just avoiding a Cruciatus curse by rolling to the side.

Harry cast a stinging curse at Voldemort, but it was repelled and another Cruciatus flew at him followed by a spell that hit Harry in the chest, making him gasp for air as his chest coiled, squeezing all the air out of his lungs. He was suffocating. He started to panic, his mind screaming for the pain to stop. He cast a spell similar to Sectumsempra, but instead of cutting deep wounds all over his enemy's body it shot out his kneecaps.

Voldemort fell to the ground landing on where his kneecaps had been, and then felt on his side screaming in pain. The barrier between the two wizards and the Order came down. Voldemort, knowing this was it, used the last of his power and sent a ball of blue lightning at Harry. It hit the young wizard with such power it threw him high up in the air amongst the trees with a heartbreaking cry of pain followed of total silence.

“Avada Kedavra," the serpent lord screamed at himself. They shouldn’t have the pleasure of capturing him alive and he knew Potter was dying in the woods from the ball of lightning. He was laughing with insanity when the spell hit him and made his torso lift from the ground and then fall on his back. Lord Voldemort was no more!