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Category: Post-HBP Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Angst, Drama, Fluff, General Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 268 Summary: So many tiny things can change the outcome of our futures. How much do we already know? How are Ginny and Lily so much alike? Surprise weddings, painful losses, and Ron without a voice, leaves the seventh year at Hogwarts to be the most interesting yet. Please review. We are nearing the end now, best review for the last two chaps gets a preview to the sequel! **NOW COMPLETE PLEASE REVIEW** Hitcount: Story Total: 114000; Chapter Total: 4871 Author's Notes: Only one more chapter remains! The best reviewer gets a clue to the sequel! And its a good clue! |
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Chapter Twenty-Four The Last Riddle Harry paced the corridor outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts room. This was his last N.E.W.T. He knew he was prepared and simply wanted the exams to be over. Ever since Ginny and Harry solved the Legend of Infinity, they had hardly seen one another. Harry knew she was giving him space to study and prepare for the last confrontation with Voldemort, but he was looking forward to this exam ending so he could see her again. Hermione and Susan had been at their wits end for weeks. Not only were they taking the N.E.W.T.s but also the St. Mungo’s Entrance to Exams for Healers in Training. Hermione was so stressed she yelled at Ginny and slapped Harry, twice. Ron had learned from their mistakes and simply let Hermione be until she came to him. Three times Harry found them snogging unashamedly in the Healer’s office in the hospital wing and all three times he begged Susan to Obliviate him. Susan was doing much better than Hermione, but she was exhausted, too. One night Harry brought her a plate from the kitchens and found her fast asleep on the cot next to Malfoy. He felt so sad for her. Harry knew that she cared for Malfoy, but Draco was so cold-hearted it was hard to see how he could care about anyone. Harry had reluctantly held his tongue when he witnessed her renewed enthusiasm around the pale Death Eater, but realized that there was nothing that could alter her opinion and never-ending hope. Once Harry was finally called into his exam, he took a deep, relaxing breath. Just as he was about to walk into the room; a sudden wave of dread washed over him. There was something about this exam that wasn’t right. He felt completely safe, but this was not a regular exam. Carefully raising his wand, he entered the room. He was slightly taken aback when he entered a pitch-black room, the door snapping shut behind him. There wasn’t a bit of light in any direction. He heard nothing but could sense someone else was in the room with him. Very quietly, he tapped his wand to his glasses, enabling him to see through the darkness with a night-vision spell. About two feet in front of him was a trap. If Harry took a step in any direction, he would be snared into a net and likely swung from the ceiling. Needing to trigger the traps, he transfigured a piece of lint from his pocket into a large rock and tossed it into the net. The nets flew upward and Harry ran for cover behind the desk at the front of the classroom. He blinked as the lights came on and heard people murmuring that he had evaded the trap. He recognized Kingsley’s voice, but not the other three. From under the desk, he shot the Tripping Hex at the three he didn’t know and Stunned them. Kingsley proved to be too fast for Harry and threw a shield just in the knick of time. A battle ensued for only a few minutes before Harry got in a good shot in and disarmed Kingsley. A little surprised, Kingsley laughed and snapped his fingers. The room seemed to relax as Kingsley released the examiners. “You see, Craven,” Kingsley said to a beautiful young woman. “Harry Potter is going to be an amazing Auror. He has more natural instinct than any trainee I’ve ever seen, and he doesn’t lose his head either!” Miss Craven looked Harry up and down for a moment before nodding. “Mr. Potter, my name is Reggie Craven. I am a representative from the Auror Recruitment Center and we would formally like to invite you to join the Aurors.” Harry looked disbelievingly between Miss Craven and Kingsley before he smiled and stuttered a ‘yes’ and ‘thank you.’ “Well then, Harry,” Miss Craven continued. “Since you, Mr. Weasley and Miss Abbot have been working so hard in this training program you will enter our training facilities for one year. During that time, you will train and choose which branch of the Auror Department you want to work for. Shacklebolt tells me he hopes you might enjoy training others; if that is the case, we have an extensive program that would enable you to be an Auror trainer. It isn’t the most prestigious career, but if it suits you, I hope you’ll be happy there. We’ll send an owl to you in late July with the details, as well as the contract and first stipend check.” With that, she shook his hand and let Kingsley lead him out of the room. Still a little dazed, Harry smiled as Kingsley patted him on the back. “You were terrific, Harry,” Kingsley said proudly. “Thanks,” Harry muttered humbly. “I can’t believe you gave me that recommendation. I thought most Aurors had to apply. Aren’t recommendations rare?” Kingsley laughed at him for a moment before replying. “Yes, Harry, they are but you lot are so talented. Hannah has Espionage Specialist Auror written all over her and Ron will probably be the best Team Leader since Moody. Tonks and I knew ages ago that we wanted to recommend all of you for the department, but we decided to keep the specific recommendations to ourselves. We didn’t want you to get egos or to think that we liked one of you over the rest.” Harry smiled at this explanation and relaxed slightly. His dream of becoming an Auror was going to come true. Letting all thoughts of Voldemort and Horcruxes fall from his mind, Harry bounded back to the Gryffindor Tower. Ginny laughed as he literally skipped into the common room and up to her. Harry spun her around several times before he put her down. “Why are you so happy?” Ginny exclaimed, slapping his hands away as he tried to tickle her. “I skipped. It’s physically impossible to be in a bad mood when you skip,” Harry sang as he started to skip around her in a bouncy circle. Ginny just shook her head and tried to calm him down. “Why were you skipping, Harry?” “Because, Ginny,” he stopped to put her in a dip. “Kingsley gave me a recommendation. I have been officially asked to join the Aurors.” She laughed and congratulated him as he pulled her into a tango. The tango soon became a cha cha and then a slow waltz. He twirled her madly, until she was dizzy. Finally, they simply rotated on the spot. Ginny rested her head against Harry’s chest as they danced to the nonexistent music. She smiled into his shirt as he placed a kiss on her head and she looked up, gazing into his bright green eyes. Forgetting all the stress he had been under and all the elation he felt because of the recommendation, he closed his eyes and enjoyed just holding Ginny. He kissed her lightly on the cheek before letting her lips meet his. They kissed for only a moment before they heard a loud screech beside them. Jumping slightly, they broke apart and glared at the dark brown owl. Ginny took the letter out of its grasp as Harry stared at the ugly bird. He couldn’t help but shudder at its bright red eyes. They seemed so out of place, and reminded him of Voldemort. He took some solace in the fact that the eyes were not snake-like, but didn’t like the feeling he got as the bird stared him down and took flight. He watched the bird for a moment before he turned his attention to Ginny. Her hand was clamped over her mouth as she read through the letter. A tear escaped from her eyes as Harry took it from her and began to examine it. Harry- Congratulations on finishing your exams. I’m quite sure you know who this is and what I want, your death. Now while my faithful servants revel in the murder of children, I wish to parlay it until I have succeeded in killing you. Therefore, I grant you a gift. I will attack the school in two weeks, the day of your graduation at six o’clock. Be ready. Lord Voldemort Ginny was beginning to hyperventilate as the letter slipped from his hands. He screamed for Ron, but wasn’t sure how he managed. As the dread swept over him, Harry could only vaguely remember the elation he had felt only five minutes before. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Harr y would have loved for those two weeks to last forever. Ginny was seething as she sat through the several Order meetings. Ron helped the professors organize the mass exodus of the students and rallied the few student volunteers. Along with most of the sixth and seventh year Gryffindors, several students from the D.A. and other Houses asked to stay behind. Roni, Hermione, and Susan were busy stocking the hospital wing with any and all supplies they may need to treat the wounded. Fred and George worked fiercely to secure the castle from invasions. Professor McGonagall and Moody worked tirelessly to bring Healers and Aurors into the castle. Finally, in the remaining hours of the last day, Remus called together the last meeting of the Order. “Welcome friends and family. Tomorrow we are going to face our greatest challenge yet. As you know, we have been working several years to see the end of Voldemort and tomorrow is that day. Many of you have your assignments already. As you know, the Healers will be following the lead of Miss Roni Lockhart.” He paused when he saw Fred turn bright red and become quite angry. “Is there something you would like to add, Fred?” Remus asked with a bare whisper of a smile on his lips. “YES!” Fred exploded, jumping to his feet. “Her name is Mrs. Roni Weasley! Don’t ever call her Miss Lockhart again!” A heavy silent pause crept over the crowd before Fred exhaled heavily and spoke again. “Now that I have announced that we’ve eloped, will you all excuse my mother and I so she can murder me without any witnesses?” The whole room seemed to be waiting for a huge family feud to erupt, but in true Molly Weasley fashion, she just stood, raising a rigid finger as if to yell at the twin and his wife. After a moment of thought, she winked at Fred and Roni, before turning to Remus. “Pay up,” she hissed playfully, flattening her hand to collect the coins. Fred’s brothers all groaned and passed their mother a galleon. Harry watched, completely shocked, when Hermione grumbled about Molly’s meddling and passed a galleon towards the matriarch, while Remus dug around in his pocket for the coin and flicked it to her before returning to the meeting. Many Order members were chuckling under their breath, but sobered when Charlie glared at them. “Well, as long as the Weasleys have no more marital announcements,” Remus began only to be interrupted again. “Actually, I’m going to marry Hermione!” Charlie exclaimed. Harry and Hermione laughed as they remembered the past Christmas. Ron scowled but kissed Hermione loudly on the cheek, making the rest of the group laugh. At this point, a small man in the back of the room stood up to yell at the group. “We are facing our deaths tomorrow, people! I would like to hear our last minute instructions if you don’t mind.” He sat down huffily as the room turned to pay attention. Remus smiled weakly at the man and began to delegate responsibilities. “Roni will run the hospital wing. All serious cases will be brought to her immediately. She will have a staff of five Healers. All other Healers will work in the Great Hall to repair minor wounds in order to return people to battle as quickly as possible. Hermione and Susan will be using a system of Portkeys to transport people from the field to the appropriate hospitals. They will have two arrival spots on the field which are designated on the maps.” Remus gestured to the large, lifelike maps Fred and George made for the fight. “These spots will be guarded by three Aurors each. When the girls arrive to the sites, guard them so they may reach our wounded and return them to the hospital. They can transport out from anywhere on the field, but will always return in the same spot. “Kingsley will be in charge of arranging the Auror formations and will meet with all unassigned Aurors immediately after the meeting. Bill and I will be taking out Fenrir Greyback. Much to my frustration, Tonks and Molly will be guarding us. For the safety of everyone, we will isolate him and try to pull him away from the general fighting so he cannot hurt anyone. As tomorrow is the full moon, Bill and I have decided not to take the Wolfsbane potion. While we realize this will put us at a disadvantage because we will not be able to control ourselves, Molly and Tonks have been working on wards that will isolate the three of us. They feel we should be able to incapacitate him. If we do, Molly and Tonks will send us to the Shrieking Shack to endure the rest of our transformation. As I will be unable to make any decisions on the field, all questions and problems should be taken to Ron. As he is my Second, I have complete faith in him and his strategies. All that remains is to have Harry choose his guard. These will be the people fighting on all sides of Harry to ensure that he has a chance to get to Voldemort. I can not choose these people for you, so it’s your choice, Harry.” Harry knew this was coming and inwardly groaned in frustration. He still had no clue who he wanted to choose. He cleared is throat and looked into the crowd. “Ron,” Harry smiled as Ron nodded. It would be difficult for Ron to work as the field general, but Harry knew Ron would be at his side no matter what. “Charlie,” Harry continued, “Neville and Ginny.” Charlie and Neville nodded sharply as Harry asked them to be his guard. Ginny, he suspected, knew she would be chosen and kept a straight face. As Harry moved to sit down, the small man from before jumped up in frustration. “Remus,” he shrieked. “I never said a word against you bringing children into the Order. They’ve been affected too, but you can not let Potter be guarded by a child. Ron, I understand. Charlie is an adult and Mr. Longbottom would probably fair all right. But that girl! She’s a mere wisp of a girl. Why, I bet I could incapacitate her with one hand tied behind my back! We need Potter, if we let her guard him, it will be his death sentence!” Harry looked at the man with scathing eyes. He desperately wanted to say something hateful to this man, but Molly spoke first. “Mortimer Smythe, you old coot, if you think you are a better substitute to defend Harry, I suggest you try to take her place!” Harry couldn’t help but notice the dangerous spark in her eyes. Ginny sat stone still in her seat while Mortimer came to the front of the room. He smiled at her placidly. “My dear, I don’t wish to embarrass you, but don’t you think that an adult wizard is a better choice to guard Harry? You could help guard the wounded or defend the entrance. You should be someplace far away from the battle.” Mortimer smiled again and tried to place a calming hand on Ginny’s shoulder. Ginny simply shrugged away from his attentions and smiled back at him. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Mr. Smythe,” she blew him a kiss and snapped her fingers. Thick flames engulfed his body and he shrieked, not in pain but sheer terror. The twins were laughing madly while Bill, Percy, and Charlie worked to put out the flames. When Mortimer returned to his feet, his clothes were thin rags hanging off his body. The Order was having a difficult time maintaining their composure as Mortimer stomped out of the room. Ginny slowly rose to her feet and with a great blush addressed the crowd. “Would anybody else like to tell me I can’t fight by Harry’s side?” Her dangerously sweet voice clearly indicated that the next person to object would suffer an even worse fate. George was the first to start laughing again. Ron and Bill soon followed. Harry and Remus soon followed. They were both relieved that even though a huge weight rested on their shoulders, their friends could keep a positive spin on things…even in the darkest of times. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Later, Ron called friends together to spend a night together in the kitchens. Dobby and Winky worked furiously to make a treat for the young friends, and would try to help them in the following days. Ron held Hermione in his lap, the both of them blushing vividly. Luna tried to get Neville to sit on her lap, but he couldn’t stop giggling once he sat down, so she pushed him to the floor and he sat quietly beside her. Softly, Luna would run a scarred hand through his hair. Harry sat in a chair, joking and laughing beside his friends. He smiled as Dobby led the elves who were bringing out trays containing a small feast. Harry drooled at the treacle tarts and mince pies. Hermione looked ready to protest Dobby’s labours but Ron stifled her comments with a kiss. Not long after they dug into the food, Ginny and Susan wandered into the kitchen. Ginny’s arms were laden with many objects that made everyone curious, except for Harry. Harry leapt to his feet to help her with the tokens from the founders. Once she found her seat, he turned his attentions to Susan. Only then did he realize, she had been crying. “Susan, what’s wrong?” Harry asked solemnly. “Are you worried about tomorrow?” Hermione asked immediately. Susan hiccoughed and shook her head. “No, I’m afraid Draco Malfoy has escaped. He disappeared from his bed only an hour ago. I was with him when it happened.” She looked positively morose and inconsolable, but Ginny pushed further. “Did he say anything?” Susan sighed, wiping her tears. “All he said was that no matter what happened tomorrow, I was in his heart. Whatever that means…” she trailed off. “I think I should get back to the hospital wing, Fred kidnapped Roni. I think he said something about having a proper honeymoon,” she added with a weak smile. The three couples watched her walk sadly out of the kitchen and let themselves be lost in thought. Sensing a desperate need for change of subject, Luna brought the group’s attention to the pile of objects Ginny was guarding. “Ginny, what is all that?” Luna asked in her loopy voice. “These are gifts a few friends gave Harry and me. We thought you could use them tomorrow.” She tossed a book to Hermione and a ribbon to Luna, while Harry handed Neville the gloves and passed the shield onto Ron. Hermione instantly became enraptured with the book but looked slightly disappointed when she saw there was nothing in its pages. “Ask it a question,” Ginny prompted and smiled when Hermione demanded the Polyjuice ingredients from the text. Hermione giggled gleefully as her attention was captured and she began whispering questions to the book. Ron was fitting the shield onto his shoulder when Harry cast a strong curse at him. Ron didn’t even blink when the curse impacted the shield and bounced away. Harry then turned to Neville. “The gloves,” Harry explained, “enhance your natural abilities. You can use them to develop your wandless magic, as well as magnify your skills in Herbology and Potions.” Neville snickered at the last bit, but smiled all the same. No words could express his appreciation of the gift. Everyone was quite taken in by the gifts. Ginny was leaning over Hermione’s shoulder, both lost in the book. Harry and Ron tried a few more curses against the shield before they heard Neville squeak. Luna had tied the ribbon elegantly around her neck. Ginny gasped as she looked at her. Luna was no longer wearing her school robes, but was covered in airy blue silk. Her hair was no longer in shoulder length waves, but down to her tailbone with thick ringlets at the bottom. Luna had not a trace of the scars on her skin. Her face was gentle and clean, without a blemish to mar it. No one could speak against her untamed beauty and everyone sat quite still waiting to see who would say the first thing. In the end, Neville pulled her tightly to him. He wept into her shining hair and kissed her face tenderly. Quite confused, Luna pushed him away trying to understand what was happening. “Your scars are gone. I hated myself for damaging your beautiful face. And now…can’t you see the difference?” Neville asked quietly, conjuring a mirror for her. She bowed her head, shaking a negative answer. Hermione quickly asked the book how to show Luna what the group saw and with a complex spell, Luna gasped as she looked at herself personified in a ghostlike image. She cautiously touched the image of herself and then her face again, not understanding. “The ribbon,” Harry whispered to Ginny who nodded. “The ribbon, Luna, will show you the way you should be seen. At the moment, you wished to be seen as the way you always were with us. Your good nature and kindness enhance that. If you needed to look terrifying, or dangerous, I can only imagine what you would look like,” Harry stated. Luna blushed royally and her image changed from the mystic beauty to a much younger Luna. They all laughed and tried to change her mood to see how different she could become. After several hours, they heard the tower chime midnight and they all left to try and get some sleep. Though a few Ravenclaws had agreed to stay, Luna begged Ginny to let her stay in Gryffindor Tower for the night. The friends tried to sleep in their respective beds, but eventually one-by-one they came to convene in the common room. Ginny and Luna fell asleep on the couch while Hermione kipped on the floor with a blanket. Ron, Neville, and Harry smiled when they entered the room with their girls and conjured three cots near the fire. Slowly, each succumbed to sleep and the day arrived. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Everyone ate nervously that morning. It was silent and the whole castle seemed jagged with fear. The hours leapt by and it was half past five before anyone realized the time. Ginny found Harry sitting stoically staring at the foundation of the castle, just outside the main entrance. She lifted his arm and burrowed her face into his neck. Ginny smiled slightly as Harry tucked her tightly into him and someone sat heavily beside her. Ron had Hermione in his arms again and the four of them sat quietly gazing out onto the grounds. It wasn’t long before their reverie was interrupted as Tonks called Ginny in for a moment. She left them after kissing each person’s cheek, letting the three friends battle their emotions. Harry pulled Hermione away from Ron and wrapped a loving arm around her. Ron mimicked his gesture and despite all things, she felt safe between the two boys she had grown to love. The young men smiled as she wove her protective hands around their backs. “Make sure he takes care of you,” Harry whispered to her, with a clear lump in his throat. “Make sure you take care of him,” Ron whispered to her, matching Harry’s tone. “Make sure you know I love you, both of you,” she whispered back, kissing them each gently. She gripped Harry’s hand and rested her head on Ron’s shoulder. The three friends surrendered themselves to a few private tears. They sat quiet and unmoving as a siren sounded, signalling the arrival of the first Death Eaters. They remained ever still as the first wave of Aurors ran past them, to meet the Death Eaters at the gates. When they finally moved away from one another, they said nothing for everything had already been said. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Harry stood in the middle of the circle as his friends rotated around him. Currently, Ginny was directly behind him, Charlie was leading, and Ron was on his left. Neville was shielding him from attacks on his right and the whole group was criss-crossing the grounds at Hogwarts. Ron had planned the course to Voldemort. They all knew he would enter through the main gate, because he was too grandiose to do anything else. By crossing the field, they could help eliminate Death Eaters, thus preventing as many attacks from behind as possible. It was now past nine. The war had been waging for hours and they had no clue if anyone was hurt. While the battle ensued they had helped a few Aurors collect a random Death Eater or two, but they couldn’t move until Ron came back telling them that they had a clear path. When Harry saw Ron approaching, a new wave of dread washed over him. They could lose everything in a matter of moments, but as soon as they started moving, all thoughts vanished from his mind. They drifted towards the Whomping Willow. Molly and Tonks were battling to keep their wards in place as three werewolves rumbled. Fenrir bit and tore at Remus’ body and Bill leapt to pull the feral beast off him. The moon had risen hours ago and the screams of Bill’s and Remus’ transformation would haunt Harry for years to come. As the group came upon the fight, Molly stumbled. Ginny broke formation to jump into her mother’s place long enough to keep the beasts from escaping. No one wanted to see three werewolves loose tonight. Mayhem ensued in every direction and werewolves would only add to the chaos. Just north of the Whomping Willow, Krum, Percy, and Penelope led a band of students to fend of the Dementors. A small army of the terrifying beings drifted from the Forest. Harry was proud that Neville had kept the D.A. going. Even while Neville and Luna struggled through the year, their dedication to the club never wavered. With the Dementors and werewolves incapacitated, the Death Eaters relied on several trolls and a few giants. The trolls were quickly taken down, but Hagrid and Grawp fought the giants. Across the grounds, Harry could see Hagrid bleeding from his forehead. Grawp lifted the last of the giants and threw him into the lake, splashing many duels and washing the blood from his brother. With the giants and trolls gone, Harry saw the flash of Susan’s hair and a quick spell that healed Hagrid’s face. Susan and her guard were running towards Harry to get to a pile of wounded Order members. Mortimer had a broken leg and a few others were not moving. Harry watched as Kingsley protected them fiercely despite a clearly broken nose. Not far away from the Orders’ wounded another group of people lay. Their black hooded robes were pulled over their faces. A few white masks littered the ground beside the corpses and Harry had to control his urge to retch as they passed by. He breathed a small sigh of relief as he saw Fleur and Hannah fighting off six Death Eaters. Hannah took on four while Fleur distracted and disarmed two male Death Eaters. The fact that Fleur was part Veela was definitely working to their advantage. The war raged on and Harry moved further away from Hogwarts and closer to Voldemort. He could feel Voldemort’s cold, glaring red eyes as he pushed forward. Harry worked up the field carefully. Battles ensued around him in every direction and they often had to take part to aid an Order member or Auror. Twice Harry saw one of Hermione’s guard fall as she reached a new batch of wounded, and both times Ron ran to her for added protection. As they drew closer and closer, Harry began to recognize the Death Eaters. Directly ahead of him, Reggie Craven was fighting to keep Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy at bay. Hermione returned pushing past Harry’s group to get to Reggie. It was clear she was losing and she needed help. Ron screamed to Susan to watch out for Hermione as they tried to move again. Too quickly, Reggie was brought to the ground screaming and writhing under the Cruciatus. With her Auror guard yelling at her to escape; she abandoned her fight with Narcissa. Hermione bodily threw herself against Reggie and vanished with her Portkey. Her guard of three Aurors took up the fight but two were killed almost instantly. Susan, after hearing Ron’s screams, came towards them just as they began to torture the last Auror from Hermione’s guard. Harry watched as Narcissa cast the Cruciatus at her; the curse hitting her in the shoulder. Susan wailed in agony for only a moment before Draco Malfoy shot forward. He still had a bit of a lip and his left arm swung helplessly at his side, but it was clear Draco was defending Susan. Malfoy stared down his father as his parents arrested their duels and shielded themselves from incarceration. “How dare you defy us!” Lucius hissed. “Father, she is the only thing of value I have ever known,” Draco drawled casually. By now, many of the people around them had halted their attacks against Lucius and Narcissa. Harry’s group paused to watch the family argue while Ron ordered directions to their allies. People ran from the Malfoys and hurried into new duels with other members. Ron and Charlie moved to flank Lucius in an attempt to attack him, but his shields were still in place. Ginny cast a protective fire around the whole group ensuring that they would not escape again while Neville waited for Narcissa to let her shields weaken. Susan was still whimpering on the ground when they began to speak again. Narcissa raised her wand to cast another Cruciatus, but Draco blocked her view. Furious, Lucius raised his wand threateningly. “I beg you, Draco, move away from her!” Narcissa yelped, as she saw her husband take aim. “If you defy us again, I will have no choice!” Lucius snarled at Draco’s rebellious stance. When Draco didn’t budge, Lucius waved his wand again. “AVADA KEDVARA!” A green jet hit Draco squarely in the chest; a green mist circled away from his body and encompassed his father. Lucius grasped at his chest. He slid to his knees and choked out a few breaths before falling to the ground. Narcissa shrieked as she saw the two lifeless bodies of Draco and Lucius. She pulled Draco’s protecting arms away from Susan and clutched her face. Susan tried to pull away from Narcissa but Narcissa locked her hands around the girls’ chin. “I will see the face of the woman my son would die for,” Narcissa bawled. Ginny stepped forward and pulled Narcissa away from Susan by her silvery hair. Narcissa continued to roar over her husband for a moment before she curled up into a ball and whimpered against her hands. Ginny helped Susan up before looking down at Draco. The girls stared at him, gazing at his lifeless body. Susan began to weep large tears, but Ginny couldn’t look away. She watched his mouth intently, as if waiting for something, and then it came. The grass, just under his mouth, danced under his light breath. Ginny gasped and clutched Susan’s hand and pointed to him. Quickly trying to recover herself, Susan checked his pulse and gave a small cry of triumph before activating her Portkey, fading away with the wounded Auror and Draco. Ginny brought down the protective flames around the five people left in the circle. As they looked around the field, they saw many more bodies than before the Malfoy battle. Harry heard Ron sigh audibly when Hermione was seen dashing through the crowds again. Harry looked back to see if he could find Molly or Tonks, but they and the werewolves were gone. He turned again to face Voldemort, who was sneering a sinister smile. It felt like only moments had passed, but time had sped by, and now Harry was facing Voldemort. Harry stared into Voldemort’s blood red eyes and felt his friends flank him, ready for battle. He could sense the duels on the field were ending. The Order was winning, but none of it would matter if Voldemort didn’t die. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spied Hermione and Roni hurrying to stand beside him. Tonks came from behind a tree and the twins appeared just after her. It was time for the prophecy to be fulfilled. |
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