Shit, shit, shit! What is wrong with me, always charging ahead like I have some type of death wish…maybe I do. It would certainly explain part of the reason my life is so fucked up, and this stupid prophecy I'm holding would certainly explain the rest. The one time I should have listened to Hermione is the one time that I didn't. Where the hell is Sirius! I've led my friends to certain death looking for the mutt and he's not even hear! Idiots, following me here like I'm some bloody hero. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I need to come up with a plan for once in my life. Then again, it would be so much easier to think and come up with a plan if I wasn't living in a constant world of pain thanks to my favorite scar. If anyone is going to make it out of here alive, I need time to come up with a plan…

"Neville!" Harry shouted over the rain of spell fire coming from the Death Eaters. "We need to regroup and come up with a plan if we want to make it out of here alive!"

"I hear ya mate! Would you like me to go ask Bellatrix and Lucius for a tactical timeout?" Neville retorted.

"Oh shut up, you know what I meant you git."

"Yah well, I thought it'd be nice to have one last laugh before Bellatrix completes the set and drives me into insanity as well."

Harry just shook his head at his mate's dark humour, before grabbing his arm and dragging him back. "Everyone drop back! We all need to get to the main room again," Harry shouted to his friends as he and Neville ran to the nearest door. They burst through the door just as a cutting curse and a curse Harry couldn't identify burst overhead.

"You alright Nev?" Harry asked as he shut the door and locked it with the most complex locking charms he knew.

"Never better," Neville dryly returned. "Other than the fact that my dad's old wand is broken, and the only thing I have left to defend myself from my parents' attackers is my bare hands."

"Well, let's hope it won't come down to that eh," Harry responded with a crooked grin, in the hopes to lighten the mood slightly. "We better get moving, try and find that circular room and meet up with everyone else." Harry and Neville then started to move their way through different dark and weird rooms until they finally stumbled upon the first room the group entered in the Department of Mysteries.

"Merlin I hate this place," growled Neville. "No wonder Uncle Algie loved working here, the man was an evil git."

"Sounds like a lovely man," Harry said while chuckling to himself. "I'd like an introduction if we make it out of here alive…Hermione?" As Harry finished speaking, he looked up to find a crying Hermione and a dazed Ron in the center of the circular room.

"They're…they're dead…" Hermione choked out. "How is this possible, they were right there… and now they're gone forever." Harry felt as if someone had attached an anchor to his stomach and thrown him in the ocean, as the possibilities of what Hermione just said registered within him.

"Hermione what do you mean, who's dead?" Harry cried out, he did not need to be a seer in order to know what was coming next.

"G-G-G-inny…a-a-and Luna," she managed to squeeze out just before breaking down into uncontrollable sobs. Harry was initially stunned, not knowing what to say or do. That was until he was hit with the realization that if he wanted to prevent more of his friends from dying, then they needed to get moving.

"Hermione," Harry gently said as he kneeled down in front of her, "we need to move now, before it is one of us that they cut down next." Harry took Hermione's face in his hands and lifted her chin in order to look into her eyes, but what he saw almost made him jump back in shock. Behind the tear stained eyes and misery, there was a deep underlying anger and resentment…and it was directed at him.

Harry wasn't the only one to notice this as Neville finally spoke out, "Don't you dare! Don't you dare blame this on Harry! If it is anybody's fault for them getting killed by the Death Eaters, it is their own. Hell, Harry told us not to come, and it was our own damn choice to follow him. So don't you dare try to blame our own stupid choices on Harry!"

There was a swell of pride that Harry felt at the words of his formerly timid friend. Over the past year Neville had grown into one of his closest friends, and to hear Neville stand up for him like that made Harry question why it was not Neville by his side from the very beginning.

This moment was cut short, as footsteps and yelling from the Death Eaters could be heard from the adjacent rooms. The mad cackling of Bellatrix Lestrange sent a chill down Harry's spine, and reminded him why he wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. Based off of the sound of their voices Harry guessed that they had about a minute before the Death Eaters caught up to them. "Time damn it!" Harry shouted to nobody in particular. "We need some more time!"

Suddenly the doors around the room started to whirl around before stopping on a door with a small hourglass engraved onto it. "Let's move!" Harry shouted, pushing Neville and Hermione forward towards the newly appeared door. Just as they reached the door, another door across the room burst open and revealed the terrifying figure of Bellatrix Lestrange. But what made the situation even worse was the fact that Ron did not follow them across the room. In fact, Ron was still in the catatonic state that Harry and Neville had found him in when they first entered the room.

"Ickle wittle Potty is still running away from sweet little Bella," cooed Lestrange in a voice that could shatter glass and taint even the purest of souls. "Looky here, Potty's best friend wittle Weasle wants to play," Bellatrix said as she prowled over to Ron, who continued to stare unblinking out into the distance. "Wittle Ronny watched as sweet Bella played with wittle Weaslette, and she was so much fun!" whispered Bellatrix as she caressed Ron's cheek with her corpse like hand. "It's too bad wittle Bella can't have the same fun with Ronny, because Bella really needs to get that prophecy from ickle wittle Potty," she said as she pulled out a dagger between her breasts. Slowly she walked up to the still unaware Ron and slit his throat without ever breaking eye contact with Harry.

Harry did not look away as Ron fell to the ground and started to bleed out, because he felt that he owed his best mate that much respect. Harry then turned and ran back to the new door as Bellatrix started to giggle and skip around the fallen body of Ron. It was at this moment that Harry felt a fire light up deep inside of himself. A power that he had only ever felt once before, when he saved himself and Sirius from the horde of Dementors at the end of his third year.

Harry burst through the door into the new room with silent tears streaking down his face, and the looks he received from both Hermione and Neville told him that they knew what he had just witnessed. As Harry started to look around the room he understood why there was the small hourglass on the door, as it was the time room. Time turners lined the walls and other unique looking objects where filled with the sands of time as well. "There's no exit door," Neville spoke up suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Harry replied.

"Wouldn't be sitting here if there was mate," Neville said with a sad smile.

"Alright," Harry said with a heavy sigh. "We all need to find a place to bunker down and wait. We hold our fire when they enter the room and try to draw them in, once we have a clear shot for the door we keep them on the defensive while we make a break for it."

"Sounds like the best plan we got," Neville answered while Hermione gave a small nod.

Five minutes later with Neville, Hermione and Harry hidden behind some of the tables and boxes, the door opened and six Death Eaters slowly entered the room. "Potter," the lead Death Eater drawled. "We truly are sorry for what happened to your ever faithful companions. Especially since all three were purebloods, despite the fact they were blood traitors. But that could have easily been remedied, and it is always a tragedy when superior blood is lost."

"Now!" Harry shouted as five of the Death Eaters passed their hiding spot. Harry and Hermione started throwing blasting curses at the Death Eaters trying to catch them off guard. However, the inner circle was feared for a reason, as they all easily deflected the curses into the walls lined with time turners. The Death Eaters returned fire with vicious curses, the likes of which Harry had only seen come from Voldemort before. The three friends defended each other to the best of their abilities, but it was obvious that it would not be enough.

Just as Harry dodged a sickening yellow curse he did not recognize, he returned a cutting curse that caught one of the Death Eaters in the face. The mask fell off revealing a livid Dolohov who spun around and sent a purplish black curse right at Hermione. It came too quick for any of them to react and it caught Hermione right in the chest. She flew across the room into a large cupboard against the wall and lay there unmoving with a hole the size of a quaffle in her chest.

The fire within Harry intensified at the sight of his mangled best friend, and the power within him felt like a volcano ready to erupt. With this, Harry's eyes quickly darted towards Dolohov before he sent the strongest cutting curse he could at him. Dolohov was expecting this and put up his most powerful shield, but the power behind Harry's curse simply shattered the shield; and the surprise in Dolohov's eyes faded as the curse cut through him like a knife through butter.

"Enough!" shouted Lucius as he took in the destruction of the room. "Hand over the prophecy before you have no friends left," Malfoy sneered as he nodded his head across the room.

Harry shifted his gaze to see Neville with an obviously broken leg struggling to stand.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed as Neville began to writhe across the ground in pain.

"That would be unwise," Lucius warned Harry as he began to take aim at Bellatrix.

"Just like your father eh," laughed Rabastan Lestrange. "Thinking that not screaming makes you tough. Let me tell you something Longbottom, your father was the biggest bitch I've ever met. Crying and praying out that somebody would come save his precious Alice and little Neville."

"You fucking cunt!" Neville roared, as he picked up Hermione's fallen wand sending a blasting curse at Rabastan with the remaining magic Neville had left in himself. The curse soared through the air catching Rabastan on the chin exploding his head outwards, all over his fellow Death Eaters.

Harry looked at the shocked Death Eaters who were now covered in Rabastan's brain matter, and had to fight back a laugh at their stupefied looks. He then glanced at Rodolphus who looked simply murderous, but when he looked over at Bellatrix he was surprised. Instead of mimicking her husband's murderous look, she simply looked indifferent while her eyes seemed to gain a certain clarity that was not there before.

"You little fucking shit!" screamed Rodolphus. "You killed my brother Longbottom!" continued Rodolphus as he sent a decapitation curse at Neville.

As Neville's head slowly rolled away from his body, Harry caught the satisfied smirk that Neville had died with.

With the death of his god brother, Harry erupted. His body felt like he was in the center of an inferno, and his magic was leaking out of him and rolling throughout the room. Harry had never felt more powerful in his life, and the feeling was intoxicating. His blazing green eyes snapped open to find the remaining Death Eaters staring at him with awe and fear in their eyes. Throughout his mind Harry played the images of his fallen friends, and with that he unleashed hell.

He sent multiple blasting hexes at the Death Eaters forcing them all to shield together in order to block the sheer power behind his spells. Harry then sent a banishing charm at Rockwood that sent him flying into the wall with a sickening splat. He then focused on keeping the remaining three Death Eaters back, before he snuck in a cutting curse on Lucius. Lucius fell to the floor due to his now missing foot, and Harry followed up by lighting him on fire.

While his screams filled the time room Harry stalked towards the husband and wife duo that remained. He sent an explosive hex at the floor causing them both to go flying back against the wall, and following it up with incarcerous. Harry then sent his own decapitation curse at Rodolphus, but it was in a place much lower and where the sun doesn't shine. As he looked down at the pathetic form of Rodolphus Lestrange, the raging inferno within him reached its peak and Harry released all of his pent up fury at the man. There was nothing left of the man after Harry's blasting hex hit him, however there was also nothing left of Harry's wand. All that remained was the golden feather of Fawkes sitting in his hand, as the pure magic of Harry's fury disintegrated the rest of his holly wand.

"Harry…" a weak voice called from across the room. Harry froze at the sound of the voice not knowing who it could be. "Harry you must leave, he is coming…" Harry spun around as the voice spoke again, but was shocked by what he saw.

Standing there across the room was Bellatrix Lestrange, but not as he remembered her. Gone was the insane look in her cloudy grey eyes, as it was now replaced with a look of compassion and fear in a pair of the most striking violet eyes he had ever seen. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Harry's hormonal teenage self could not stop thinking of the glimpse that he just received of the legendary beauty of the Black sisters.

"Yes he is coming Harry Potter," a shrill voice floated through their heads. "He is very impressed with the power that you have displayed. Killing my inner circle members with such efficiency is something I never thought to be possible. Perhaps you are a threat to me after all…"

"Hello Tom," retorted Harry. "I would say that I missed you, but I don't think anybody has ever honestly thought that in their life, not even you most faithful."

"Ah such a sharp tongue, just like your father," Voldemort mocked as he faded into view out of the darkness. "Bellatrix, I think it is time you stand by your master again. After all, I am about to accomplish my greatest triumph by ending the life of little Harry once and for all."

"You are not my master!" Bellatrix spat, as she seemed revolted at just the thought of it.

"It seems that your usefulness has finally come to an end, such a shame as you truly were one of my best," intoned Voldemort. With those final words, Voldemort sent a silent piercing hex right at her heart killing her instantly. "Well it seems we have come to the end of our little journey young Potter," Voldemort said as if he was speaking to a friend. "However time is short and I do not wish to run into the old fool today. Avada Kedavra!"

As the unforgivable shot towards Harry, time seemed to slow down. The sands of time that surrounded Harry seemed to swirl around him and the approaching spell, until finally they connected. The last thing Harry remembered before falling into darkness was a tornado of sand that seemed to engulf him and a terrifying high pitched scream.