Harry Potter and the Perfect Stranger: Updated Book 3 - Page 48

Originally posted by: guy3

No no no no! Tom please don't go. Peri, you are mean to stop here X(
Roy,how could you do this! Harry please help Tom! And why is that back pain increasing?

Chapter 18

The Divine Intervention

Voldemort's image stood staring at Tom. His plan was going to pay off. He would get what he wanted now. Lestrange had just revealed what he had done, now he would see his son break down to pieces, the only way his comeback was possible. He had planned this precisely a year ago when he had been resurrected by Riddle. When he had died, he had expected to be trapped in darkness, forever. But to his discontent he hadn't been. He had been in the fire of hell. He had suffered that agony for 16 years and then it had suddenly stopped and he had been given comfort. He hadn't realized why at first but then he saw the reason. His two sons, the ones he had known nothing about. Bellatrix had never let him know of his sons.

He had deserved comfort after death due to his sons and he had no idea why but it was something Divine, which he had not expected. Perhaps, it was magic of some kind, that your blood alive could keep you comfort in your death. He had found many spirits of his kind and they all had some sort of evil in them. They all sought ways to come back but there was never an opening. But there was one entity that kept them hope, hope that they will be free to go back to the world they prized so much.

Iblis, Lucifer, the Devil whatever name do you wish to call him, remained at the very bottom of hell. He had knowledge to help spirits get back to this world. Voldemort had heard myths about him when he had been alive but he had never believed any of them. He had not feared death, then. And as soon as he was alive again, he wouldn't need fearing it at all. He had known his story of how he had refused to bow down to Adam knowing he was inferior to him in creation but the Creator had forced him to do so. When he had refused, he had been banished from the Garden that held only the good and the obedient and thrown into the world to misguide the offspring of Adam into his own steps.

Voldemort had never believed any of it before but now he did. But to him Lucifer was his God. He was helping him out of that agony. When he had learnt about the way to escape he had been told the truth about the Deathly Hallows. The Elder Wand, the Invsibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone had been created by none but the Devil himself. He had wanted to make the offspring of Adam greedy and hungry for power to win over the Creator. But all three had been snatched away from their purpose and lay in the earth purposelessly because Harry Potter had them and had no use for them. Once, he was alive again, he would use the Hallows for their true purpose.

Voldemort had only heard his voice but he had been guided very well. He had been told that as a wizard he had only one way to go back, which was his only two sons. Both bearing his blood and soul but having very different personalities. One was as evil as his father, the other, pure as a saint. These traits of theirs could help brew a potion the fumes of which could carry away his soul out of this place and back to the world. The potion that would require nothing but the purest and the terrible most of things.

Unicorn's blood, the ashes of a Phoenix, and a list of objects from around the world which possessed this quality brew the potion but the fumes that could free him could only be produced by the final two ingredients both to be taken from his two sons. First, being tears of guilt of the purest at heart and second being tears of remorse of the evil most at heart; both things, quite impossible to retrieve. But, perhaps, this was the reason Voldemort's sons existed. If Tom could feel guilt and Riddle could feel remorse, Lord Voldemort's soul could come back to earth.

In order to brew the potion he needed to communicate to his sons. But how? He was dead, the dead that could only come back through the potion. But the answer to his question wasn't far. With luck, Riddle had retrieved the Resurrection Stone from Harry Potter and had called back his father. He had divulged his plans to Malfoy then, giving only the relevant information to Riddle. He had decided to use the woman Riddle had sent to Hogwarts to know of Harry Potter's plans and Lestrange who was found by Malfoy to lure Tom to them into a trap and then reveal the betrayal they had done to him.

He would feel guilt of trusting them more than Harry and his tears would help. Riddle had already done his job. He had made a Horcrux and split his soul into two. Only remorse could purify his soul and remorse was what he needed. His tears would complete the spell and Voldemort's soul would be back to earth. And now was the moment.

Chapter 19

The Unexpected

Tom stood rooted to the spot as Roy's words hit him. He had been betrayed again. Not once, not twice but thrice. He stared into the empty face of Roy for whom he had left the safety of Hogwarts. Roy had led him here because something was to be gained from him. Was it all that he was? Just some benefit? He was surrounded by all enemies and no well wishers but as of now, he was the only one who had a wand apart from Roy whose powers would not penetrate his.

"So, you were in on it all?" asked Tom and to Voldemort's horror he smiled.

It wasn't happening the way Voldemort had planned. Tom's face showed no guilt but only hatred, bitter, cold, sarcasm.

"Yes." Roy wasn't expecting Tom to smile either. But he hadn't expressed his shock.

"I was easy to fool, wasn't I?" asked Tom his smile widening and his eyes boring into Roy's to find nothing there but a sudden hollowness.

"Couldn't have been easier. You laid yourself out pretty easily."

"Thanks for letting me know, I won't do it again." Tom shot at Roy and left the room.

"Stop him!" Voldemort's image hissed at Roy as he fired a stunning spell at Tom which bounced off.

"I won't penetrate his powers." Roy protested.

"His powers can be penetrated by the Unforgivable Curses!"

"You don't want him dead, do you?"

"You know very well what I want, Lestrange! Now stop him or you'll never see Rabastian's face again!"

Roy left after him.

Tom had just walked back into the circular room and was looking for the way out when Roy burst out of the room he had just left.

"Expelliarmus!" Tom knew what to do but Roy jumped out of the way in time to avoid his spell. "Sorry, I forgot how good you were at dodging." Tom seemed to be in a mocking mood. He had been hurt too bad to regret his own actions at the moment.

Roy got up to face Tom who had turned to look for the way outside again. "I know how bad you are at it."

Tom turned at his words to see what he thought he could do to him, momentarily forgetting that his powers wouldn't protect him against Unforgivable Curses. Perhaps, it was an emotional move, turning to see how low could Roy stoop but this trait of him put him into trouble again like it had previously. "I don't need to dodge anything."

"Crucio!" Roy tortured him for a whole minute before lifting the curse. Tom who was expecting Roy's spell to bounce off realized how right Roy had been about him being bad at dodging. When he had performed the Cruciatus Curse Tom had not been able to move out of the way in time and consequently found himself on the floor thriving in pain. Both wands slipping out of his grip as Roy snatched them back again.

"Aaahhh!!!!" As Tom had caught his breath, Roy had cursed him again.

"This would remind you to not to try and escape again until the Dark Lord gets what he wants." said Roy as he dragged Tom back into the room with the Veil and the Cauldron.

For Tom things were getting out of hand. He couldn't stand the pain anymore. He had been cursed thrice in the whole night, his back ached horribly and his arm bled like hell and he had no way to escape it. Everything was a blur to him as Roy cuffed him to the lamp post. Roy reverted Malfoy handed him his wand, gave Riddle back his and reverted Estella who was thirsty for his blood.

"How dare you stun me?!!! Relasho! Relashio! Relashio!" Estella's spell bounced off twice but the third time it penetrated his powers and a gash appeared right across his chest turning his already blood stained shirt completely red.

"Stop it!" Voldemort didn't want him dead and Estella had penetrated his powers meant that right now he was weak, so weak that he could die if harmed any further. "Tom, look up," said Voldemort as Tom jerked his head to see properly. "These, are the people you love. This is the place where love has brought you. You've loved these two with the whole of your heart and see how they've betrayed you, they haven't hesitated a second to hurt you." Voldemort started off again to make him feel guilty but he was shocked to hear what came next.

"Do me a favor, father, go to hell and take your cronies with you." Nothing Voldemort had said had worked on Tom. He was still mocking Voldemort because right now that was the least he could do, wand less as he was.

His mock had earned him another Crutiatus Curse and this time his screams were louder than before because Riddle had performed the curse. Voldemort now had only one card left to play.

"Malfoy, you know what you have to do." Malfoy nodded and a second later the door of the room burst open and Harry was thrown inside by Ron and Hermione.

"Tom!" Harry called out to him horrorstruck when he saw him.

"Crucio!" Malfoy cursed Harry who screamed at the top of his lungs as Tom shouted,

"No!!!!"

"Tell me to go to hell, now, Tom." Voldemort had a smirk on his face because he had seen exactly what he had wanted to.

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Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny landed right outside the Ministry of Magic. They took the guest entrance and reached the Atrium. They took the lifts down to the Department of Mysteries. Once inside the circular room Ron and Hermione knew where to go. They opened the door to the Prophecy room cautiously and peered inside. Nothing out of order seemed here but there could be, somewhere among the rows of the millions of prophecies lining the room.

Ron and Hermione entered the room followed by Harry and Ginny. They did so quietly for the fear of being heard. Ron and Hermione took the first two rows they saw to search for Tom and Harry and Ginny took another two. They walked quietly around.

As Ginny searched a whole section she felt like she was being watched by someone and sure enough when she turned she saw she was.

"Oh, it's you. You scared me." Hermione stood watching her but didn't reply. "Hermione, are you alright?" Before Ginny had so much as taken a step towards her Hermione had raised her wand. "Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, Ginny, Stupefy!"

Harry had heard the spell. He ran to from where the voice had come and found Ginny stunned with Hermione standing over her.

"Expelliarmus!" Before Harry could do anything, his wand flew out of his hand. Ron had disarmed him from behind.

"Ron, Hermione, what are you--_ Oh my God..." Harry had seen them clearly for the first time in the whole night. They were both imperiused.

"Accio wand!" Hermione summoned the Elder wand to her. "You wouldn't need it Potter. It doesn't belong to you, anyways."

"The Dark Lord needs your service, Potter." said Ron as the two of them took him outside the Prophecy room.

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"AAAHHH!" Harry shouted for the third time as Riddle cursed him again.

"Stop it! Don't hurt him, please!" Tom shouted as Harry thrived in pain. It was his fault Harry was here at all. He had told Porch to tell Harry to follow him. He had led him here and now because of him Harry was in trouble.

Harry who was tired of being cursed couldn't take it anymore. "Fight me! Fight me like a man, Riddle! You're proving nothing by cursing a wand less man!"

"Very well." said Riddle. He had spoken for the first time in the whole night. "Weasley, give Potter back his wand."

Ron threw Harry's wand back at him. Harry stood up shaking wildly. He and Riddle were going to have a formal duel.

"Expelliarmus!" Riddle's wand flew out of his hand. Harry was surprised. It was the first time he had penetrated his powers, but how?

Riddle summoned his wand back to himself within a second.

"Stupefy!" Harry's next spell was blocked by Riddle and Tom stood stunned staring. Riddle had blocked a spell performed by the Elder wand.

"Relashio!"

"Protego!" Riddle's spell seared right through the shield Harry had produced and slashed his arm. Harry dropped his wand.

"Accio wand!" Riddle summoned the Elder wand to himself.

"Harry..." Tom couldn't say anymore. He looked at Harry fear quite visible in his eyes. Harry had just lost to Riddle. That would cost them more than just their lives. If Riddle had just defeated Harry and the legend about the Elder wand was true, Riddle was now the true master of the Elder wand.

"The legend is true, Tom." To Tom's surprise Voldemort had just answered his worry. "But, perhaps, you've forgotten something. The Elder wand had changed hands before Harry had arrived here, it had changed hands months ago. Don't you remember, Tom? You, yourself are responsible for it. You defeated Harry when you were trying to protect your, brother. You disarmed him. The wand changed hands that very day. You are the true master of the wand. Harry had lost its ownership only then and now he will suffer my wrath because of you. You led him here, you have his wand and he will die because of you..."

"No---_no, pl-e-a-s-e..." said Tom as two thick tears dropped down his cheeks and Estella trapped them in a flask. Tom was too lost to even notice what she was doing. "Voldemort!" Voldemort's transparent image turned to look at him as he shouted its name. "You want something from me, you have me, let him go...he cannot help you came back, I--I can, and I'll h-help, but please, don't hurt him." Every word that Voldemort had said was true. Tom was responsible for Harry being here wand less. If only he hadn't tried to save Roy that day, if only he had trusted Harry, if only...

Originally posted by: guy3

Thank you so much for the update bonanza! This is awesome!!:) loved tom's confrontation of Estella. The story is progressing fast. as always, you left us wanting to read more

Chapter 20

Purest but the Terrible Most

Voldemort was half amazed half angry to see his own son ready to die for Harry Potter. But now was not the time to dwell on that, he had gotten what he wanted, it was time to move to the next step of the plan. "You've already given me what I wanted, Tom." said Voldemort to Tom then turned to Riddle and instructed him about Harry. "Tie him up so he won't interfere, he's mine to kill." Then turned to Estella. "Bring the Horcrux."

Estella took off the half heart she was wearing and took out the other half from the inside of her robes. The one she had taken from Tom earlier tonight. Tom was confused now. He had no idea what was going on and right now, he hardly cared. Harry was safe for now and no one wanted to curse him anymore. He felt low, weak because he was bleeding profusely and knew he wouldn't last all this any longer.

She took the two hearts and combined them and they fixed together like they were never apart. Tom stared at the locket she had given him. It was a part of the Horcrux. That explained why he felt so negative all the time. But now he couldn't change anything, he didn't even know if he would even make it out of here. Estella handed the locket to Riddle who knew what he had to do.

Riddle went down to his knees. Malfoy took his wand and connected the tip of his wand to the tip of his own wand.

"Priori Incantetum!" Malfoy's spell's effect was instantaneous. Imprints of the last victims of Riddle's came shooting out of his wand tip. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Andrea Mayweather, Hannah and Neville Longbottom.

Tom who felt feeling leaving his body a second ago now felt wide awake. Neville and Hannah were here, exactly as he remembered them except for the fact that they were transparent.

Riddle looked at them and fear flashed over his face. The ones he had killed himself now stood before him. He looked at Tom, his brother whom he had hurt many times knowing clearly what he felt for him. He got up and approached Tom. He uncuffed him himself and Tom fell to the stone floor the moment he was free of the cuffs. He couldn't stand any longer. Riddle stood over him. What had he done to his own brother? He had almost killed him. And he had murdered people to stay alive. His Horcrux seemed quite small to him in front of his brother and the people he had killed.

He took the Horcrux again and went down on his knees once more. "I regret my actions and I feel remorse for them. I ask for forgiveness from those I've harmed. I return my immortality in the hope to summon my soul!"

"You will be forgiven after you'll have suffered your own actions." It was Bolt. He swooped down and went straight through Riddle and he screamed for he had felt pain as he had never known. He had felt the pain he had when he had died. But Riddle's wasn't the only scream that scorched the cold air. Tom had screamed with him because he had felt exactly the same as had Riddle.

It was a strange thing but it was happening. One by one, Bolt, Mayweather, Hannah and Neville kept going through Riddle making him feel their pain and Tom suffered with him. As they did this Riddle saw the images of their dead bodies flash by his eyes adding to his agony. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, but he couldn't stop it, either.

"Forgive me! Forgive me, please!" He shouted but the imprints of the ones he had killed seemed like they wanted revenge.

As more chapters of their lives flashed by Riddle's eyes, Tom saw them too. He felt everything Riddle was feeling. He felt sick, to the pit of his stomach for what Riddle had done to them. And the pain that Riddle felt at the moment. Both their screams were too terrible to bear. They were going through the torture Riddle had put the ones who were dead through.

"I wish to die! Kill me! Kill me, please!" Riddle shouted for he couldn't take the pain anymore but there was no escaping it. The Horcrux that Riddle held started glowing at his words. And its glow increased more and more as their screams increased. Riddle seemed beyond himself now. He shouted, he screamed and finally thick tears ran down his cheeks as he really felt the remorse for his actions. His tears were trapped in a flask before they hit the floor. The Dark Lord's wish was fulfilled.

The Horcrux glowed harder than before as gashes began to appear on Riddle's face and to Harry's astonishment on Tom's face. He was going through the pain that wasn't his. Somehow he and Riddle were connected, in a way they had never known. It seemed like their souls were connected. The Horcrux glowed even more and finally the light emitting from it left it completely and hung in mid air as it approached Riddle but to more of their shocks it divided into two. A part of it approaching Riddle while the other approaching Tom.

As part of their souls made contact with the rest of it they stopped breathing. Both of them lay lifeless before the transparent image of Lord Voldemort who was too confused to understand what had happened but he knew, he would have all the time to understand that later but right now it was crucial that at least one of his sons survive or his return would only be delayed. As he looked ferociously from one to the other, with one breath, life came back to them and as they breathed again the transparent imprints of Bolt, Mayweather, Hannah and Neville disappeared leaving nothing but cold silence behind.

"Malfoy, we must proceed." Voldemort hissed at Malfoy who was lost to see the astounding sight.

Malfoy nodded quietly then took the flask containing both their tears from Estella. He poured them inside the flaming cauldron, took out his wand and recited the incantation required. "PUREST BUT THE TERRIBLE MOST, COMBINED...THE FUMES TO SUMMON THE SOUL OF THE DARK LORD ARISE..." As Malfoy finished his incantation, the cauldron that simmered at full heat suddenly stopped gurgling and from inside its plain surface rose the green fumes that could summon the Dark Lord's soul.

The fumes were the only thing that could penetrate the Veil and enter the eternity and bring out the soul of their brewer. These fumes were slowly succumbed by the Veil and as the last of them was absorbed by the white Veil a series of faces started appearing over the veil. The lost souls that wanted to come back to this world were appearing over the Veil but the potion was brewed to summon only one and sure enough that face appeared over there too and as it did so the transparent image of Voldemort disappeared, smirking, now, from the Veil.

Malfoy, who held the Resurrection Stone stared at it like it was nothing more to him now and threw it in a corner. Now that Voldemort's soul could exist in this world without its help, it was useless to Malfoy. The Veil blew high up into the air as if caused by wind and the green fumes made their way back into the room carrying between them a white light which could only be the soul of Voldemort as he had disappeared from the Veil. Once the fumes were visible inside the room the veil became still again leaving complete silence behind.

Soon the fumes disappeared and Harry knew Voldemort will have gone too. To find a body to exist into, as he had done nearly thirty years ago. Malfoy, his work done, put out the fire underneath the cauldron and removed the potion from inside it. Then, removed the cauldron itself. There was no sign of anything that had happened here, except for the fact that Tom's and Riddle's bodies lay unconscious and drenched in blood on the floor, Harry lay tied up in a corner and Ron and Hermione stood over him imperiused. Roy and Estella were too shaken or overwhelmed by what they had seen. But after what seemed like a whole minute Roy came back to his senses.

"Hey, wait! Where's my father?"

Malfoy didn't even bother to look at him when he replied him. "You'll see your father when the Dark Lord returns at the height of his powers and you play your part in it."

"That wasn't the deal! The deal was that I give you Tom and you let my father go. I held up my end of the deal, now, it's your turn."

"You made that deal with the Dark Lord, not with me."

"To hell with the Dark Lord! Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand along with the Elder Wand which he hadn't let go since Harry had dropped it. "Now, where's my father? Answer me!" Roy hadn't gone through all this to let go on his father. He had done this for him and he wanted him back.

Malfoy who was angry but wand less had nothing to say anymore. "Alright, he's here. In the Prophecy Room."

"Take me there!"

As Roy and Malfoy left there, Harry felt he had to make a move now. Apart from him, the only people left here were Estella, Ron and Hermione. Estella was bent over Riddle as if in mourning, Ron was smiling to himself weirdly and Hermione, to Harry's relief she seemed to be coming back to her senses.

Hermione looked around pretty confused. She was standing in front of the very same Veil she had seen around 20 years ago and in front of her lay two bodies covered in blood and a girl bending over one of them. She realized that the girl was Estella but Estella who? She looked around the room and saw to her horror tied up in a corner Harry Potter. Within a fraction of a second everything came back to her. She was about to gasp when she saw Harry making a face which showed her quite clearly not to do that or she'll give them away all over again.

She understood as she nodded slightly. She pointed her wand at Estella.

"Expelliarmus!"

Estella's wand flew out of her hand. She looked threateningly at Hermione to whom it made no effect whatsoever but what she hadn't realized was that Ron was pointing his wand at her.

"Expelliarmus!"

Hermione's wand flew out of her hand too. And she backed off frighteningly as Ron pointed his wand at her threateningly and as Estella got back hers. Hermione was trapped between the two of them but she ran for it. Her wand was just a few feet away she reached it just in time missing a Cruciatuus Curse just by inches.

"Relashio!" The first thing she did after she got the wand was to release Harry who lunged for the Elder wand lying a little way away from him. But by the time he had a wand Hermione hadn't.

"Expelliarmus!" He disarmed Ron so he wouldn't have to fight him.

"Stupefy!" He stunned Estella in the blink of an eye and as he did so Malfoy burst into the room. He froze at the sight. Estella lay stunned and Harry and Hermione stood facing him. But to his delight Ron had just retrieved his wand. He disarmed Harry. As he did so, Malfoy grabbed his wand from where it had fallen.

"Enervate!" The first thing that Malfoy did after retrieving his wand was to revert Estella. They needed to leave here. It was past midnight. But before that he had to teach someone a lesson.

"All you had to do was stay there tied up, Potter! But no, you had to interfere... Now you will pay the price. Crucio!" He had decided to stun him, than thought he didn't have to be so boring, he could make it fun for himself.

"Crucio!" As Malfoy cursed Harry, Estella cursed Hermione.

Malfoy knew he was running out of time. He had played enough. He pointed his wand at Harry ready to stun him. Estella had already stunned Hermione. He had barely uttered the spell when the door of the room burst open again and Roy entered. The moment he did, he disarmed Malfoy, Estella and Ron. Behind him walked in none other than Rabastian Lestrange. Well alive.

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Malfoy entered the Prophecy room followed by Roy. He led him through the maze of millions of Prophecies and finally reached the place where Rabastian lay tied up in a corner.

"Relashio!" Roy tore the ropes binding Rabstian. Tears fell out of his eyes as he hugged his father. Rabastian had brought him up like a son, it was his obligation to protect him.

"You have him. Now let me go!" said Malfoy as he felt Hermione breaking through the curse. As Roy lowered his wand Malfoy realized he might be too late. Hermione had broken free of the curse. He had directed Ron to stop her but he needed to leave here as soon as possible, with Estella and at least one of Voldemort's sons. He rushed out of the Prophecy Room the moment he was out of Roy's threat.

"Roy, stop him!" said Rabastian as he realized what Malfoy was up to. He knew Harry Potter was here, captured by Voldemort but he couldn't let anything happen to him.

"Dad, we've got to go. Harry can take care of himself. We need to leave."

"I'm not leaving here, without him, Roy. If you won't stop him then I will."

"Dad, please. We have to leave." said Roy. Apparently Rabastian had no idea what he had gone through to get to him.

"No we don't! You don't know, Roy but I owe that man. If it wasn't for him, I would be in Azkaban and you on streets. After Voldemort's exile, the ministry was rounding up deatheaters and as your father was in the inner circle of Voldemort the ministry captured me too but it was Harry Potter who testified against it. His testimony proved me innocent. I can't leave him here."

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Roy stunned Estella and Ron as Rabastian approached Harry. Harry bore into his eyes for a long time before taking his extended hand as he had fallen on the stone floor while Malfoy had cursed him.

"I thought you were dead." Harry said the first thing that came to his mind.

To his surprise Rabastian smiled. "I couldn't die being indebted to you. I owed you, remember?"

"I don't like the way your son's paid it off, Rabastian." said Harry oblivious of what Malfoy was doing. He had retrieved his wand and was aiming at Harry's heart.

"I tried to make him different from his father and I think I've succeeded."

"Not quite so."

"I don't deny it but let's just say, he did it for me."

"I appreciate your help." said Harry and extended his hand to shake Rabastian's precisely when Malfoy sent a stunning spell at Roy who ducked out of the way.

"Avada Kedavra!" Within a fraction of a second Malfoy turned his wand towards Harry and fired the killing curse. Too late to run Harry stood there shocked knowing this was it for him. He had realized it quite late what had happened when suddenly he was knocked to the stone floor at least 10 feet from where he stood out of harm's way. Rabastian who was about to shake his hand now lay dead on the floor as the curse had hit him.

Malfoy reverted Estella. Then grabbed the heart shaped locket and turned it into a portkey. But before he could use it to take one of Voldemort's sons with him, Harry disarmed him and it flew out of his hand along with his wand. While he retrieved his wand Harry dueled with Estella and was surprised to know that she was very good at it. He was about to be out numbered when Roy, who was stunned a second ago by what had happened to Rabastian, joined him and took over Malfoy with tears running down his eyes for the love of the only man he could call a father.

Malfoy knew he couldn't stay here any longer. He realized he had to leave now, otherwise Harry will capture him and the Dark Lord's return will be delayed. He would come after his sons later, he had to protect himself right now

"Serpensortia!" A giant snake sprung out of his wand and lashed its teeth at Harry as his attention was diverted towards the pathetic thing.

"Avada Kedavra!" Roy moved out of the way to avoid the curse and Malfoy and Estella ran out of the room. Once back in the Circular Room they knew where to go. They took the exit and filed into a lift. Roy caught up with them just when the door closed. He took another lift up to the Atrium. He got out right after Malfoy and Estella both of whom were going to disapparate the moment Malfoy removed the apparition blocking spell.

But as Malfoy did so, he, Estella and Roy all froze to see members of the Wizengamot and its head Latnok walk out of the various fireplaces around the Atrium.

"Avada Kedavra!" Roy who was thirsty for revenge fired the killing curse at Malfoy who disapparated on the spot with Estella. All of the Wizengamot took out their wands. As Roy had used an unforgivable curse in the face of the Wizengamot he wasn't going to be the one to explain anything to anyone. He backed off as Harry entered the Atrium through one of the lifts his arm bleeding and covered in green blood, presumably of the giant snake.

Roy looked into his eyes. Both of them knew that Roy was going to Azkaban if he was captured. Within a fraction of second he disapparated leaving nothing but shock behind him.