When In France

1998, Malfoy Manor

Voldemort smiled slowly, and the boy in the chair looked away in fear.

"I understand that you are a Secret-Keeper for Harry Potter's hiding place," Voldemort said softly.

"Why don't you tell me where it is, and I won't hurt you."

"I'll never tell you!" he gasped out as the Death Eater behind him cast a Crucio curse.

"Again!" Voldemort snarled at the Death Eater, who raised his wand at the boy a second time.

"He's in Wales!" the boy screamed out. "In a deserted house in the hills in the north of Wales!"

"There," Voldermort smiled in triumph. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He raised his wand and aimed it carefully. The room flashed with a bright green light, and Colin Creevey slumped over, dead.

Ginny gasped loudly as she recognised the boy in the photo. It was none other than Draco Malfoy, wearing a familiar smirk, and standing side by side with his parents.

"Oh my god," Ginny whispered, picking up the frame and peering closer at it.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,"she repeated.

She glanced around quickly, still clutching the frame.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside.

"Fuck," she squeaked, and hurriedly placed the frame back on the desk, then exited the study, making sure to leave the door slightly open.

That night, Ginny lay in bed, thinking about the photo. She glanced at her watch on the bedside table. 2.30 am. She got out of bed quietly and tiptoed out to the hall, pausing by Harry's room door.

She crept closer and heard him snoring, so she moved on to Hermione and Oliver's room.

She knocked softly on their door.

"Mione? Oliver?" she hissed. "You better not be having sex, 'cos I'm coming in!"

She entered the room, and saw in the dark, Oliver sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Gin, what the fuck? It's the middle of the night!"

"Shhh! Be quiet! And wake Hermione up!" Ginny whispered, casting locking and silencing charms around the room and on the door.

"What is it?" Hermione mumbled.

Ginny went over and sat down on the bed.

"Okay, I found something weird tonight. You know just now, when I went to look for Damian? I was up on the top floor, and the first door I saw was open, so I went in. And guess what I saw on the desk?!" Ginny said.

"A pair of Manolos?" Oliver asked sarcastically.

"No. It was a framed photo. Of Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy."

"What? What would that be doing there?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"I don't know!!"

"Are you sure, Gin? Maybe it was someone else," Oliver said.

"No. It's definitely Draco Malfoy, aged about thirteen. Seriously! I mean, no one else can smirk like that!" Ginny said.

"I don't get it. What would a picture of the Malfoys be doing in Damian's study?" Hermione asked.

She got out of bed and started pacing.

"Maybe they're related or something? Were there any other pictures?" Oliver asked.

"No, just the one."

Ginny chewed on her nail, thinking hard.

"Draco Malfoy. Damian Marchand. Same initials-D.M," Ginny said slowly. "I know it doesn't mean anything, but, I don't know, it's weird."

"D.M, D.M," Hermione muttered. "It's too much of a coincidence."

She sat down on the bed next to Ginny. "Let me do some research first, and we'll see what I can find."

1998, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Harry awoke, and looked around at his surroundings. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it seemed like he was lying on the floor in the Potions classroom at Hogwarts.

He shook his head, frowning in confusion.

The last thing he remembered was Voldemort blasting the door of the house open in Wales, and now he was here.

Harry almost felt like laughing. Voldemort's brought me to Hogwarts to kill me, he thought. Maybe he thought it would be ironic for me to die where I felt most at home.

Harry suddenly remembered something, and reached under his shirt, sighing in relief when he felt the wand holster strapped across his chest, hidden by a Disguise charm that Hermione had cleverly thought of.

The door flew open suddenly, and a Death Eater Harry didn't recognise entered. He pulled Harry up roughly and cast a Body-check charm over his body. Frowning, the Death Eater lifted up the corner of Harry's shirt using the tip of his wand, and smirked when he spotted the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around Harry's chest.

Harry closed his eyes and muttered thanks to Hermione.

The Death Eater prodded his wand into Harry's back and led him out of the room and to the Great Hall.

Voldemort was there, waiting, along with a few of Death Eaters. Harry spotted Hermione and Ron, bound to the wall magically.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled, visibly relieved to see him.

Voldemort's red eyes glinted as Harry was led into the middle of the hall.

"At last. Harry Potter..." Voldemort hissed. "No one to save you now, Potter. Your friends are captured, your boyfriend...."

Voldemort spat out the last word, and smiled when Harry's head snapped up at the mention of Draco.

"You might be interested to know that it was the Malfoy boy that disclosed your whereabouts," Voldemort whispered.

"You're lying," Harry said simply.

"I'm sorry to tell you that I am not. Don't you know, Potter? Draco never left my side. He came running back as soon as he knew where you were heading to."

Voldemort laughed softly, and the Death Eaters began muttering amongst themselves .

Harry took advantage of their distraction and quickly reached under his shirt, grabbing the hidden wand.

"Hypothetically, what if Damian is really Draco?" Ginny whispered. "What will we do?"

"He betrayed all of us during the war. He used Harry. We'll beat the shit out of him, of course," Oliver said.

"Oliver!" Hermione reprimanded.

There was silence for a while as they were lost in their thoughts.

Hermione sighed. "I really don't know."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

And then Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse.

Harry collapsed to the floor, the tears began to flow and sobs shook him. He gave himself up to them, and wept for the betrayal of the only person he ever truly loved.