Harry Potter knew this was it, it would be the end for him. Being tied up in a dungeon, his arms and legs held firmly against the wall preventing him from leaving.

It had been a week since his arrival, the rising and setting of the sun being his only way of knowing how long it had been since his arrival. The food magically appearing in his cell being the same for all three meals each day – a bowl of soup being placed on the floor with a straw magically appearing each time so he could consume it.

'Malfoy. It has to be Malfoy doing this,' Harry thought, his arms and legs weak from being shackled, his body calling out for food that was not just the same thing. 'If only Hermione was here!''

Harry knew that it would not be long before he would die. 'Bloody ferret and his father. They're going to serve me up to Voldemort.'

The door to the cell opened, pulling Harry out of his thoughts. Looking up to face his captor, he was surprised to see who it was.

Daphne Greengrass. The kidnappers first victim. His lover.

"D…daphne? What- "

As soon as Harry started speaking, Daphne cast a spell at the manacles that were holding the Boy-Who-Lived, causing him to fall onto the floor unceremoniously.

"But…but why?"

Daphne walked over to Harry and helped him up off the floor, taking him to a chair that was opposite where he had been held. He looked at the two people who had been accompanying the blonde-haired beauty that he had made love to at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

"Ron? Hermione?"

"Silence Potter. Because of you, I had a target painted on my back. Malfoy was going to tell his father about how I had slept with the 'Gryffindor Golden Boy', meaning that the Dark Lord would have had my parents killed." Daphne said, rubbing her left forearm. "So, I had to make my choice, have my parents killed, or turn to the Dark Lord."

"But Daphne, surely Dumbledore could have helped your family?"

Before Daphne could respond, Hermione looked at him with an ounce of venom. "Dumbledore help? Do not be stupid Potter. He let me get Petrified in our Second Year, forced you in the TriWizard Tournament and then did nothing to stop you risking mine and Ronald's lives in the Department of Mysteries."

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME, BUT YOU INSISTED!" Harry shouted as best as he could. "YOU AND RON INSISTED ON COMING!"

"Only to save your arse Potter." Ron snarled, fingering his wand. "The Dark Lord offered us retribution, and so we took it."

"What…what do you mean?" Harry asked, scared of what his friend might be implying.

"Well…let us think." Daphne said sarcastically. "Firstly, there's the 'kidnappings'. That Lovegood bint was the only one who did not know anything about it."

"You mean Susan, Hannah, Dean and Katie were all in on it as well?" Harry asked, getting slapped in the process.

"Don't interrupt Potter." Hermione snarled. "Bones and Abbott wanted revenge after getting Neville involved in the Department of Mysteries, Neville wanted revenge for breaking his father's wand in the DOM and for letting Lestrange get away."

"Dean wanted revenge for what you said about Seamus's mother at the start of last year. He and Seamus are cousins," Ron continued, "and as for Katie. She wanted revenge because of you almost killing her every time you play Quidditch."

"What has Quidditch got to do with all this?" Harry asked, shocked at the betrayal of some of the people he knew. "And what has Voldemort got to do with this?"

Suddenly Harry felt a pain in his arm as Daphne stabbed him with the Sword of Gryffindor.

The last thing he heard from Greengrass as he bled to death. "I'm sorry Harry, but the Dark Lord and Dumbledore are dead, and now, the Boy-Who-Lived must die. You were a good shag, but a lousy Saviour."