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The Eighth Year Dorm that held two boys and one brunette was silent as eighteen year old Harry James Potter, Draco Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Jean Granger together in subdued quietness. The only thing that kept them busy was the memories of their not so distant past plaguing them constantly in both their waking and sleeping moments.

The three had gotten closer after the Malfoy Manor fiasco. Draco had taken a Crucio for Hermione when his Aunt Bellatrix shot one in a fit of rage. Bellatrix didn't like that at all, so she carved the word Traitor to compliment Hermione's Mudblood.

They had been tortured for ages while both Lucius and Narcissa tried to get help quietly by breaking out Harry and Ron. Fenrir had caught the couple and had them gagged and bound.

That day, Draco saw his parents die at the hands of Bellatrix and given to Fenrir after. No child should ever see that. Their screams still haunt the platinum blonde at night.

Luckily Dobby had come just in time, successfully transporting them all to Shell Cottage with no more casualties. The tiny House Elf had somehow managed to also get to Narcissa and Lucius's bodies before Fenrir could get to them. A small but beautiful funeral was held for the two elder Malfoys.

Draco had decided to join them on their quest, but Ron was complaining about him being "Death Eater scum" and that "the blond ponce shouldn't even be here!". Harry and Hermione had forgiven the youngest Weasley male one to many times, but this time they were not in the mood to deal with a childish teenager who thought everything revolves around him.

The Golden Trio had come to an end.

So the other three teens broke into Gringotts alone, retrieving the Cup Polyjuiced as Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. The plan worked out, but they were almost caught by the Ministry again.

After spending a few more months traveling, the unlikely bunch had pinpointed all the Horcruxes whereabouts that were still around except for one unknown one.

The went back to Hogwarts, experienced another major brush with Death. Death Eaters in Hogsmeade. Luckily, Aberforth Dumbledore, the owner of Hogshead had saved them when the Caterwauling Charm had gone off.

They had re entered Hogwarts, that was the beginning of where it all ends. Luna had shown Harry how to find Ravenclaw's Diadem while Draco and Hermione destroyed the Cup using the dead Basilisk's fang in the Chamber.

Everyone fought valiantly, even Ron had manned up and did his best in the first wave, but he, along with Percy had fallen to their deaths when the Sixth Floor collapsed. Fred and George witnessed the two's death as if it were slow motion. Percy's last words were: "Tell them I'm sorry!"

Ginny had glared angrily at Harry and the other two teens, shouting at them for her brothers' deaths. She hated them with a passion now.

Then, the second wave of attacks hit. Hermione and Fred had seen Parvati and Lavender get mauled to death by Werewolves. George had gone down fighting Rookwood, his last smile forever etched on his face from the Avada Kedavra.

Harry was drowning in guilt. He had made many lives get taken away just for him. To top that all off, he had had to die all along, he was just the martyr of the idiotic Greater Good.

And walk to his death that Potter boy did.

And he rose again to defeat the menace that was Tom Marvolo Riddle.

But now it was a under a year later and whispers were starting up again. That the Trio were dangerous. That they were to blame for all the loved ones buried. That they killed Voldemort in order for them to rise into power.